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“Such a disappointment, Isnt it? Born to such greatness but can’t be much help to our clan,” one of the elders sneered as a young boy passed, every step of his somehow brought disdain to the people around him; each of them covering their mouths with their sleeves to filter their venom. Though, his dark eyes continued forward as he was led throughout the estate; a life that cannot possibly have any meaning, that was his fate as Toji Zenin.

But you didn’t believe that, though your opinion meant nothing in their society. Being born as a servant, your fate was to obey every command that the Zenin clan asked of you. At a young age, you learned how to keep your head down and not draw attention. Sadly, it was sort of impossible as you were born to serve Toji Zenin, the stain of the clan. Everywhere he stepped in the estate brought attention, with his presence being proof greatness without the need for curse energy, something that the Zenin’s could not let prosper. You stood behind him as every insult was thrown at him, or as dirty looks pierced through. To serve Toji was to also become as meaningless as him; however, did that even matter if you were also a servant? You didn’t matter much anyways.

Toji was different from the rest, obviously, but he treated you with a sense of trust. If you made a mistake, maybe getting him the wrong tea, he would turn a blind eye—which would be a different tale if it was any other member. However, Toji didn’t demand total obedience from you: just your loyalty. To stand behind him while stones were thrown at him.

Like right now, Toji had dared to ask why he couldn’t be apart of the Zenin clan martial arts training; not that he wanted to join the clan but he wanted more training.

“Don’t bother trying, you can never stand beside the other members”

The clan member stood in front of Toji, the man’s face inches away from Toji’s, his body coiled with anger.

“Or do you look down at us? Keeping your chin high, but can’t even make the cut to be apart of it.”

He jabbed his finger into one of Toji’s muscular pecs, wanting to make him lose his balance, to cower. But, his apathetic eyes looked down at his fingers, then back at his face: sizing him up. Toji could only turn his gaze away from the man with a mocking huff escaping his lips, the action angering the man even more.

“Why waste time on such a disgrace.”

The man slammed the paper door shut as he stepped out of the room. Toji’s shoulders dropped, the tension rolling off his body; the man’s departure allowed for you to raise your bowed head to where you stood behind Toji. He glanced behind his shoulder, his eyes drifting down your form for a few moments before he spoke,

“Get me some tea. Two cups.”

Your body snapped straight up, before giving a curt nod as you kneel in front of the paper door, sliding it just enough for you to get out. With practiced ease, your feet move through the estate without making the wood wheeze by the pressure. Other members of the clan don’t even look at you as you give a silent greeting, but you continue on.

Taking the cups back, you watch carefully as the tea cups jitter slightly with your movements, your shoulders locked up with your head bow down when you finally make your way back to him. Sliding the door open, Toji sat by the opening to the Zenin garden, his fists bunching the fabric of his clothes. Kneeling beside him, you place the two cups down for him, staying in that position until your were dismissed.

“Stay. Have some tea with me, the extra cup is for you anyway.”

His fingers absentmindedly gestured to the second cup, expecting you to sit beside him,

“Thank you…”

You give a slight nod before sitting beside him, you hold the tea cup between your hands; the warmth of the cup spreading across your body making it more relaxed. The breeze moved around, pushing the hanging chimes in the right way to create a beautiful song; however, all you can focus on is Toji,

“Did I warm the tea correctly? I put a little extra sugar as well,”

You could tell he enjoyed the effort that was put into the tea, his lip curved into a slight smirk when he had taken a sip,

“Its alright. Tastes the same,”

You give him an annoyed glance, a small huff escaping your lips,

“Jerk.”

His slight smirk curved even further, to hide it he looked down at his own tea cup; his lashes covering the affection he felt. Despite your subtle displays of affection, Toji could never let himself truly accept it. Every when time love would try to welcome him, his soul would always retract into the comfort of loneliness. Even knowing that, his hand stretched out toward your cheek, two of his fingers grazing the soft skin. The action made your heart swell, only making you more incline to lean into his touch.

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Toji would often sneak in fashion magazines for you. It was forbidden for servant women to indulge in such hobbies, such terms even applied to the female clan members; purity of the clan was priority. Either way, Toji would pull out a new issue of Vogue out from his sleeve to hand it to you,

“Saw this while getting my pack,”

The cover was of some model in an abstract pose, showing off a new piece, wind brushing their hair in a other worldly way. Your fingers brush over the magazine, eyes sparkling at the new pieces that you wish you could wear, you turn the issue toward him pointing at the cover

“Wow..! Look at that VeraWang dress!”

Toji pretends to be focused on the dress that the model was posing in, but he could only focus on your excited expression,

“Looks beautiful, you’d look more beautiful in it though,”

You shyly giggle, cowering your face into the magazine, “as if! I couldn’t even afford these dresses!”

Toji could only let out a light chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest, his eyes crinkling in such a peaceful manner. Toji sat beside you, staring as you flipped through the pages of the issue, glancing at each pieces of expensive clothing. In these moments, he wished that the two of you were in a different world, one where he could buy you those clothes. If he wasn’t a Zenin, and if you weren’t a servant; you’d be dazzled in clothings that were only made for you.

His hand made its way to the back your neck, his thumb caressing the soft skin with your pulse thumping in a gentle beat. His moving hand made its way to the side of your jaw, slowly moving his calloused thumb around. The gesture making your cheeks heat up, like he was just teasing you.

With that, you decided to be bold. You turned your head as he made his way to your cheek, kissing him. Your lips grazed on another, a simple swap of warmth between you two. You could feel Toji’s body still, his eyes widening at your sudden action. Hesitantly, he fully gets into the kiss, his large mouth moving over yours. You could feel Toji pulling you closer, his large hands settling on your hips.

“I can’t ruin you…. Can’t hurt you, doll,” he gently pulled away leaving your pretty lips swollen, his thumbs caressing your hips, “but you make me wanna ruin every part of you…”

“Please… I want you so bad,” you push your body forward, needing his warmth. He stared into your needy eyes, checking if this is truly okay, but soon he crashed his lips onto yours.

His tongue pierced into your mouth, moving around to explore every aspect of it. As you pushed your body forward, his large hand cupped the fat of your ass giving a nice squeeze. You could let out a muffled moan as he continued to ruin your mouth, your hands gripping onto his clothes.

“Yr’ so soft, doll”

The words coming in a low rumbling from his chest. Toji began to guide you onto your back, his larger body shadowing yours, his lips beginning to move down your throat like a burning heat. His hand caressing your sides, till his kisses reached your collarbone, then one began to rub your thigh under your servant clothing. Your once modest clothing becoming undone by Toji in a delicate manner, each garment slowly revealing new skin.

“T-Toji…I need you,”

Needy words spill from your lips, as your thighs ached under his touch. Two of his fingers grazed over your panties, feeling how soaked they were for him; your body arching for more. Toji was only halfway through of undressing you, and you grew from antsy for his bold touches.

“m’almost there baby… be patient,”

He began to let more fabrics fall from his own form, letting his muscular body show, scarred and all. Your body was now fully bare, the cold breeze hardening your nipples. Toji sat there, his cock fully erect, pulsating as he teased it against your wet folds. Low groans escaped his lips as he could almost feel your pussy lips trying to suck him in.

You push your hips slightly down, eager for him, continuing to stammer soft “please”s. Every plea went straight to his throbbing cock as he inched closer to enter you. His hands cupped your tits, gently squeezing, his finger tips rolling your nipples in a pleasing motion. Toji’s lips continued to mark your neck, his teeth grazing the skin that left goosebumps at their wake.

“Toji… put it…”

Your slick dripping from your pussy as it begged for Toji to put his cock in. He let slick cover his cock before slowly entering you. His cock stretched out your cute cunt, making a nice squelch as he settled in. Your toes curled into the floor, your back arching as you feel your insides being rearranged. It was a whole different feeling from the lonely nights that you had spent masterbating thinking about this moment.

His hips began to move violently, moving forward and back, each thrust smacking your hips. Your hands dug into his shoulders, leaving more marks in his scarred body. One of his large hands caressed the side of your thigh, while the other held his balance as he loomed over you.

“So fucking tight… you’ve been cravin me for so long haven’t you?”

His tip kept kissing your cervix in the right ways that made your brain spark, your gummy walls clinging to his cock for more. His balls pulsated as they ached for release, but Toji wanted to wait a little longer; he loved watching your cute face scrunching up from all the pleasure. Your head snapped back as felt how deep he was,

“T-Toji…! Y-Your so big…!”

Toji gave a breathy chuckle, “I can see that, baby… look how yr’ tummy bulges… so fucking hot…”

Your bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, Toji’s bangs dripped a bit of his sweat onto you with every thrust, his fingers having to dig into your hips to keep you in place. Your throat could barely make any words, with every sound coming out being choked sobs or moany whines.

“Fuuck…. Yer too perfect…. I’m gonna own this pussy…. She’s gonna be mine…”

His brain was so fried that he was talking straight to your cunt, his hand hiking up your legs to his shoulders so he can thrust into you nice and deep. Your pussy lips were red and puffy as his fat cock kept ramming into you, so much so that your juices and his pre-cum sparkled out.

“Feel me?”

His cock pulsated, the tip sputtering out bits of cum ready to drain. Toji grabbed your face, making your teary eyes look into his loving gaze: he needed to your face when he cums. With a final smack, his balls began to drain out its hot cum that it had been holding in. Your legs spasm as his cock shot cum straight into your cervix, filling it up completely. A nice sucking sound could only be heard from your pussy as it drank its fill. Toji’s rough lips kissed the corners of your eyes, then gently on your lips.

“You did so good… so good fa’me”

Your arm weakly lifted itself to draw it over his back, “I love you…”

His body froze, his heart almost dropped with those whispers that had spilled over your lips, but he still replied back,

“I love you too…”

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A couple months had past since then, the two of became more lax around one another. The two of you continued to share affectionate gestures in closed quarters, a silent romance that bloomed within a thorny branch. But as the months grew, so did the pressures of the clan. They began to see Toji as a burden to get rid of soon, it was eminent that they will soon kick him out. Toji wasnt going to let them kick him out, he was going to leave in his own term. But he knew, he couldn’t take you.

His hand gently ran through your hair as you laid on his lap, a part of him could feel that you knew what was going to happen— you had probably been hearing the rumors going around. Maybe you had hoped that this love would be enough for him to stay, but the tension of your shoulders waited for the news,

“Y’know, I heard this story about some elephant in China. In the mountains of Manzhouli, it sits there. Despite the people feeding it or poking it to make it move, all it does is just stay there,”

His voice was low, his hand gently ran up your shoulders,

“Doesn’t an elephant remember everything? Every bad thing done to it and what not. What drives a big animal to just… give up?”

You bit your lip, you knew what he was trying to elude to; but you desperately hoped for just a little more time with him. You wished the two of you could love each other just for a bit longer… just a few more moments, so you can hold dead to your heart.

“The elephant will move soon. It’ll get away from the poking, it’ll blow its trunk loud and clear,”

You could only nod at his words, agreeing that he will move too. That he will be something great without the clan, without needing you,

“Please, Toji… promise you’ll only love me…”

“I promise”

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It was now winter, the snow covering the past of the two of you, leaving no traces of it. You didn’t know when you had stopped crying or if you no longer had any left to do so. Once Toji had left the clan, you were sent to mostly handle the laundry of the clan. Each day blurring through one another, all becoming a meaningless mush.

When ever you laid in bed, you could never sleep. You could only imagine Toji walking the streets, you wondered if he had something warm in his belly in the cold winters. Sometimes you fear that you’ll forget his touch, or his laugh when the years will move forward.

It was some day, in some morning when one of other servants came by,

“Here, you got a letter.”

You absentmindedly grabbed the envelope from their grasp, perhaps it was a letter from the clan to move you to another department; but as you opened it up, your heart began to stammer.

Toji did really view Shiu as a good friend, the man helped him out during tough times, giving him money to get him back on his feet— overall, he owed Shiu a lot. Even with that, you sure were tempting, with your short skirts that enticed him into kneeling between your thighs to devour your cunt. Every lap from his tongue sent your lovely body into a spiral. Despite being Shiu’s, Toji often found himself tangled in bed with you, whispering sweet nothings to your ears as he ran his hand up and down your back. You were all he was thinking about as he sat across Shiu,

“Y’know, I think I found someone I like,” Toji tipped the half empty beer, watching as the liquid edged the rim before taking another swig. Shiu’s eyes widen, he almost spat back the sip of beer that he was holding within his lips,

“Really? Who’s the lucky lady?”

Toji gazed down at his drink, every wave from the beer reminded him the way your ass jiggled as his hips thrusted into you from behind. How the weak hotel bed barely held on as he hunched over your body, his pecs touching your shoulders, one big palm cradled your stomach to feel the bulge that would pop out from your skin, the squelch of your pussylips sucking him in,

“She’s… never mind… it’s just fantasy,” Toji squashed those memories with the bubbling liquid going down his throat. Shiu didn’t take that lightly, he took another swig of his drink, pointing the glass toward Toji in a accusatory manner,

“Oh c’mon, tell me! I’ve never seen you so shy about a woman— c’mon, what’s holding ya back?”

Toji touched the back of his neck in a nervous manner, “well… she’s not a single woman… she’s with some guy, married.”

Shiu raised an eyebrow, but his lips curled into a smirk, “ohhh… didn’t think you’d be the homewrecker… actually who am I kidding,” Shiu chuckled, his finger touching the edges of the rim, “well, don’t let that stop you; you practically have her already. The ring doesn’t chain her heart.”

Toji let out a small huff, one that could be played off for laughter, but he felt guilty for sleeping with you, “Don’t go sayin’ that, I don’t wanna leave the guy brokenhearted”

That made Shiu cackle, “Ha! Since when did you care about that! Man… something about her is making you too soft. C’mon man, don’t be an idiot, fight for love!”

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“fuuuck… yr’ so tight! Were you waitin’ fer this? Thinking about this dick while with him, huh?”

Toji violently jerked his hips back and forth into your screaming pussy, each slap sparkling the sweat for your bodies. You arched your back, your head bobbing back as Toji continued to manhandle you,

“Mmm’yeah! I was waiting for you…!”

You made the excuse that you were visiting your girlfriends, Shiu only absently waved you goodbye as you headed out. It all began with a steamy kiss within the rain, Toji’s rough lips working on yours— you should’ve been satisfied with just your Shiu, but… Toji was addictive.When his hips would retract, his cock inching away from your gummy walls, you could help but push your ass forward. You needed to feel close to him once more.

“Such a sweet thing, sucking me in so good,” the words rumbling against your shoulder, you could hear every breath hitching as Toji held you, his thumb circling around your clit. The sensitive bud sent shock waves through your body, causing slick to sputter out with each thrust.

Used condoms decorate the bed, the two of you were on your last piece; Toji held you in a more intimate position, your legs hiked up his shoulders, folding you real nice. His balls almost drained, even taking away the guilt he had for sleeping with Shiu’s girl. He tried not to think about it, not that he really could as he heard your choked sobs with every single slap of his hips,

“She’s fuckin’ made fr’ me, taking me deep in… she just needed a real man, huh?”

He could practically feel your pussy vibrate, purring at his filthy words; he wondered if Shiu ever saw this expression of yours. You couldn’t even speak properly, every word coming out in a breathy mewl. Toji could feel himself getting close, his hand extending out to hold your throat, he could feel your heart throbbing; your face contorted into a mess, as your body drew into a close. With the final motion of Toji’s hips ramming into yours, his body locked up— desperately cumming inside the condom.

His upper body leaned close to you, his head resting next to yours as he caught his breath; one hand cradled the side of your face. Toji’s gaze looked toward the sparkling ring that was left behind the counter, one that he always made sure you took off.

But he was always reminded of Shiu.

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Still, Toji sat in front of Shiu once more, with his beer in hand. He couldn’t tell if Shiu could see the hickey on his neck, could he tell they were from your lips? Toji couldn’t really focus on what Shiu was blabbering about, he could only really concentrate on how he was just eating out your pussy before meeting Shiu. The way he spread your folds before licking up the slick that was dripping from it—

“So, what happened with your secret lady?”

Shiu’s voice quickly chilled Toji’s body, it caused him to grip on his drink tighter. Turning his head away from Shiu, he leaned into his chair deeper,

“I told you to drop it, I’m not gonna do shit with her,” a lie, but, maybe it was something he truly wanted to convince himself. Maybe letting you go would help him get away from the guilt he got from looking at Shiu. Then again, he couldn’t just get rid of that sweet taste from his lips.

“C’mon, you’re getting old, might as well settle down.”

“Ya dont know who could get hurt by all this.”

That intrigued Shiu, “Since when did you ever care about that? I say, just take what’s already yours.”

The comment only fueled the frustration that was brewing in Toji’s chest; he should just take you, hold you in his arms for just a while. But those thoughts always seem to dispel whenever he would have these discussions with Shiu. He couldn’t betray the man who had been there for him, his best friend. Even with that, the truth kept etching itself up his throat.

“Oh yeah? Cuz I’ve been ramming my cock inside your wife,” his voice came out in a clear tone, leaving no room for doubt; he grabbed his beer, putting the rim up his lips to gulp down the bubbling liquid. As he put the glass down, he looked straight into Shiu’s shock face. He watched as his eyes fell onto his ring, widening even more as if his finger fell off,

“My wife?”

“Well, I dunno if she’s yours anymore. Like ya said, her heart is not chained by the ring.”

Choso was known as the recluse in his apartment complex. Never really coming out, never really greeting his neighbors when he got his mail, overall he was a hermit. Sometimes the neighbors thought his unit was abandoned by how long he would never open the door or leave. Even despite that, Choso enjoyed his life: he liked being in his own world. As the years grew, so did the loneliness, but Choso always held himself back. The last time he dared to come out of his apartment, he had made a fool of himself at the convenience store! He couldn’t even hand his cash to the cashier without his hands shaking!

It had gotten so bad that Choso has resigned himself to make connections in the ether space. He spent hours scrolling through forums, chatting away with other online users— yet he craved for a more personal experience.

Deep into the evening, chugging down his third energy drink of the day, he was typing away with some of his online friends about his day. It had been a shitty day, his DoorDash order was wrong, his upstairs neighbors were having loud sex, and he was still awake to listen.

@Ch0_<So: it’s so annoying… they’ve been going at it for hours!!! ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ HOW do I deal with this?!

Some users suggested using noise canceling headphones, even podcasts that went along with the advice, but still it wasn’t enough for him. He kept scrolling through the messages until he saw a particular comment.

@J3lk_Mast33r: Maybe you need some special entertainment d( > _・ ) Here’s a site that will help ya,man! —>

Choso was a bit hesitant to click on the link, he didn’t need some porn to make his day better; he needed to distract himself from his horny neighbors. Though, he couldn’t help but get aroused by the sounds coming from the happy couple. The way the bed creaked, he could tell that the guy was thrusting his hips roughly into his girlfriend, telling how she let out strangled sobs. Against his will, he clicked on the link, which took him to a pink page with some glittery message.

‘Welcome,

You have entered into a world of comfort and pleasure. Our website’s goal is to give lonely men a place to relax and feel wanted. We have many lovely ladies who would love to be your next venture! Enter a chat with them, pay for a show that will warm you up! Click “accept” to see our ladies!’

What a scam, was his initial thought of the site, but he still clicked ‘accept’. By accepting, it took him into the homepage; after a few seconds of figuring out how it worked, he was able to filter through to find his type. Further scrolling into the website, he began to get more intrigued of the idea. There was many beautiful women on the site, their profiles personalized to what they wanted to appeal for the viewer. Websites themed more cutesy or sexy than others. The girls posed in alluring ways that would garner clicks to buy their time.

His eyes landed on your page. The banner of the page was just you— lying on your stomach on your bed, the sheets curled around your legs leaving some parts exposed to show the curve of your ass, your shoulders bare as you cover your breasts teasingly away from the camera. He was utterly captivated, you were just his type.

‘Uncover me now~’

Words etched under the image teasing Choso to click on the ‘chat’ button. His finger hovering over his mouse key, contemplating whether to bite the bullet, but one more glance at curves of your body—he pressed down, beginning his chat. (Well, shortly after purchasing 30 minutes worth of your time)

‘Thank you! She will be with you shortly!’

Within those moments, Choso quickly made sure that he looked presentable— cleaning his desk area, fixing his hair, wiping off the crumbs off his shirt. It still didn’t give him enough time, his screen began to connect with your camera. The first thing that came up on his screen were your breasts; moreover, how the plump flesh was held nicely by the sheer fabric, nipples beading out from the lace making them look enticing.

“Oops… sorry about that,” you shifted the camera upward to finally show your beautiful face, “Shall we get the night started?”

“uh-I’ve never done this before… How does this work?” He mumbled, fidgeting with wires of his headphone, trying not to look down the valley of your breasts.

You giggled, sensing his lack of confidence, “It’s okay, I’m here to keep you entertained, to play out any wild desires you have,” you watched as Choso shifted in his seat, still uncomfortable with the idea of playing out his deepest desires.

Sensing this, you decided to take the first step,“Let’s start out slow then”

Choso could only watch from his chair, as you zoomed out the camera to show your full body. The dim lighting made your lingerie look more appealing to take off, toy’s laid beside you ready to play out anything he’d like. His mouth slightly waters seeing the set up, already imagining what you will do. You reach for some sort of oil, flicking the bottle open then pouring the substance on your chest. You run the cold liquid over your breasts, pinching your nipples against your bra—the liquid made the lace disappear as it clung to your skin. You made eye contact with the camera, groans escape your lips as you put more pressure on your nipples. It felt so wrong, but he watched your hands follow the oil down to your tummy.

Deciding to test the waters, you grab a pink small sleek vibrator, running your tongue along it to lubricate the toy. Choso leaned closer to his screen, his eyes hyper focused on the way your tongue swirled around the object or the way you glanced at the camera, testing his reaction. His hand itched down his crotch, palming the heat that was growing, but his eyes never leaving your form. He watched intently as you turned on the vibrator, traveling it down to your wet cunt. You shift to lay on your back, your legs now facing the camera; the toy grazing around your clothed core.

“You like that?”

Choso’s mouth went dry as you finally addressed him, “Y-Yeah,” his voice quivering as he continued to map out his hard cock through his boxers.

“Hmm…I don’t know…. Maybe I should try harder to make you love it, right?”

You push aside your laced panties, rubbing the vibrator against your wet folds— not yet putting it in. Letting out soft mewls, teasing your pussylips before pushing the vibrator further inside your wet cunt. Using your other hand to spread yourself more for him. Choso can hear the sound of your slick quenching around the silicone. His cock twitching, inflamed from the tension, yet he didn’t do anything to stop it.

“Mmm….I-I’m soo wet… tight—for you,” the toy goes deeper into your cunt, the gummy walls clenching tightly onto the vibrations. Choso’s eyes were bloodshot as he continued to touch his throbbing cock; his hands trembling as they went up and down on his print. His computer screen fogged up from how close he was panting on it, he wanted to touch you so bad. Choso was hypnotized at the way the toy was pumping into you. He imagined himself thrusting into your tight hole with such skill. Hearing you scream his name, begging him to fuck you harder. Your moans grow louder as the speed increased, you back arching when the toy hit the right spots.

His cock was so red, aching to burst out its hot cum— yet his fist were clenched to his side.

“Can you….put another toy inside…?” His voice coming out in a sort of rasp, his eyes never leaving your form.

You tilted your head towards the camera, giving a small smirk, “Finally giving orders…?” You switched positions, your ass now facing the screen, the soft flesh of your thighs twitching from excitement. The vibrator was still inside your cunt, your pussylips sucking in the vibration of the toy, but now you introduce a larger vibrator to put up your tight ass. The girth of the toy stretching your hole for Choso’s enjoyment.

“L-Look…I-I’m such a mess for youu…. yer so f-filthyyy..!” The larger silicon giving rhythmic thumps inside her rectum. The two toys abuse your holes, your lips already puffy and inflamed from the overstimulation. Choso can see the slick leaking from your cunt. His hand rubbing faster on his cock; the tip red from the blood rushing, desperate to cum.

“Fuuuck… I-I’m so dirty… I’m so disgusting…” he pants out, his head feeling light headed as he continued to watch the way your holes quench against the objects. He just ached to lick those toys clean once you were done.

“Mmm… sho disgusting… sucha pervert….” You moan, pushing your ass forward to make the toys go deeper inside of you; even increasing the speed of your vibrator. The stimulation hitting your gummy walls in the right places that made your toes curl deeper into the sheets. You could hear the small whimpers coming from your screen as Choso jerked harder on his sensitive girth, his head rolling back as he went faster on himself.

“Aww, yr’ close?….What a perv, ready to cum all over his screen?” Fingers rubbing around your sensitive clit, adding more stimulation to your body, feeling yourself getting closer. The ever increasing feeling of your tummy twisting in joy, ready to release the tension being built. Your pussy tightened around the toy, the buzzing sounds with the sloppy sounds of your cunt made Choso go crazy.

“Fuuuckk….I’mm gonna cummm…. So close! Cu-Cumming…!!”

As you reach your climax, you pull out the two buzzing vibrators, letting out a loud groan of pleasure. Seeing the way your cum trickled around your swollen lips, down to your twitching thighs; Choso let out a low moan as his body began to release the tension that had been coiling up his body. Hot white cum spilling across the screen, staining the image of your body panting atop of your bed. Choso’s body was still twitching from the session, finally his eyes settle back to the screen. A small message came to greet him from his rush.

‘We hope that you were pleased with your service! Leave comments to your lady on how well she did! Chat again, anytime you need our ladies <3’

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It had been a couple weeks since Choso had the best night of his life. He could still hear the moans that escaped your lips as the vibrator pulsed around your puffy lips, he can envision the way your toes curl into the sheets as you melted. Choso remembers having to wipe away the hot cum that spilled over onto his monitor, his body riding on the high that you had given him. After those moments he quickly went back onto the site—creating an account, paying your monthly subscription, even paying extra to get an hour of your time every week. He was obsessed, he craved to see more of you. Now, he’s been spending hours looking at your content; absorbing the many ways you fucked yourself dumb. He couldn’t get enough of it, to the point that he had spent a large chunk of money getting exclusive content from you.

“Go-God… I.. I can’t get enough…!” He yanked up and down his throbbing cock, his hands becoming slippery from the cum that was threatening to burst out. He staring at one of the new photoshoots that you had posted. One where you were in some kitchen only wearing an apron, the curves of your breasts being held by the thin fabric. There was an arrangement of photos of you in different poses, each one getting more promiscuous than the previous ones. He was pushing himself to the edge, not letting himself cum until he got to the last picture.

The final photo was of you getting some raw batter onto your apron, the sticky substance making the white fabric translucent. Choso could see the color of your areolas, he bit his lip as he roughly jerked himself, each stroke getting himself ready to cum onto his hand. He wished that was his kitchen that you were in, all messy with that slutty look on your face, spread over the counter with your folds open for his pleasure.

“Fu-uhhck! So sexy….!” He could feel his eyes burning from pleasure, forcing Choso to let out a choked out mewl before ejaculating onto his hand, he could feel the warmth of his own cum on his skin— yet he didn’t wipe it off.

He was so far gone for you. Every interaction with you was catalogued tight in his brain, each of your moans were etched into his heart.

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Despite all of this, you had really no clue of Choso’s obsession. You were just a hot girl wanting to make some extra cash to spend on new Coach bags, maybe some Maison Margiela items, whatever you desired. You had no qualms about masterbating on camera; in fact, it made you more turned on having some guy drool over your wet cunt as it’s being fucked by your favorite vibrator. You were never really interested in the person behind the screen watching you, it was just that feeling of having someone watching you do such dirty things that really aroused you. Though recently, you have been interested in one of your more frequent spenders. Whenever he came up on screen his room was dark, the only thing making his figure was the glare from his screen. You wouldn’t describe him as confident, since he was always apprehensive about his requests; however, he was the one who made you squirm the most.

You kept on thinking about your weekly interactions with him; the way his voice quivered as you spread your wet folds for him, you can even hear him try to hold his moans as he stroked himself. You just wanted to jump through the screen to ride his cock until he’s drooling and crying for you to let him cum, maybe you were just really horny right now, but your body was craving that intensity. To satisfy your cravings, you decided to go to your trusty sex store to get some kinky items to try out for yourself, maybe find something that will make you see stars.

As you walked through the store, moving past shelves of sex toys, each more intense than the one beside it, but nothing really seemed to enticed you to buy. With that, you decided to do one last walk around of the store, hoping that some magical toy would appear out of thin air. To your delight, something way better appeared; near the pocket pussy section was the man you’ve been chatting up with every week.

Choso was super nervous being in such a store, he barely got out and now he was at some sex store! Even with all that, he needed to be here to buy his own pocket pussy. He knows that he could probably buy one online but, he needed to see the products for himself, the silicon needed to be the exact size of your cunt. He studied each toy, looking at the length, depth, the texture of the gummy walls— he needed it to be almost exact of what he imagined your pussy felt. Choso was so absorbed by his search that he didn’t even notice your presence behind him, it took him a few moments for him to realize someone was behind him. Once he finally turned, his body completely stilled, seeing your form made him do a double to make sure you were real.

You could tell he was mortified seeing you in this sex store, as he was buying a pocket pussy to cum in, it made you want to giggle. Both of you were in a sort of stand still; not knowing what to do and wanting to so much to one another. In such a quick moment, both of you could feel the sexual chemistry brewing.

“I didn’t know I made you feel so desperate,” you glance at the silicone cunt in his hands, you couldn’t help but back him into the shelves, “Were you going to use that for our next call? You were going to dirty that while I entertain you?”

He couldn’t even speak, he could only grip onto the toy as his body coward by the smoothness of your voice, “Maybe..,” Choso couldn’t even defend himself against your gaze.

Your fingers trailed over his chest, the heat seeping through the fabric of his shirt, “Y’know, I’m right here right now…. Why not try the real thing?”

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Getting to Choso’s place was easy, since he never wandered too far from his apartment; furthermore, as you finally entered his place, you pressed him against the door. The air between the two of you became thick, you just wanted to rip his dorky anime shirt from his body and devour him, but you settled with rubbing your knee against his crotch. Each stroke from your knee caused Choso to grind against it, seeking more pressure from your body. His face scrunched in pleasure and frustration, needing more from you.

You couldn’t help but lean your face closer, “Yr’ worse than a dog in heat”

His body shivered at the implication, but he continued to grind himself onto your knee, his eyes couldn’t meet your intense gaze, “Y-Yeah… I am…”

Taking away one of the hands that was supporting yourself onto the door, you let your fingers graze under his chin, hinting to look up. Once his face finally met yours, you inched even closer, lips brushing against one another. Choso begged for entry as he lapped his tongue over your lips, which you let happen. The kiss was messy, Choso sucked on your tongue, the wet sounds echoed throughout the small apartment. Your bodies continued to seek friction from one another, your wandering hand went under his shirt to pinch sensitive nipples. Choso could only let out weak moans against your lips. With all of this going on, the two of you still had not forgotten the toys you had bought from your trip. You glance down toward the bag, Choso following your gaze as well,

“maybe we should try the silicon pussy, I wanna see how long you can handle that before you try me,” the words almost coming out in a sort of enchanting whisper that sent sparks down Choso’s already hard cock. Your hand palmed against the straining fabric of his jeans, you could hear the cries of his girth wanting your touch— the idea to which excited you.

The next thing he knew, Choso was on his cheap mattress with his pants pull down, his body barely holding himself up as you slammed the silicone down his cock. Choso could feel his girth slipping in and out, causing the pussy to warm up. Every ridge, bump, curve within the silicon only sent shockwaves throughout Choso’s body; additionally, it didn’t help that you were sucking and biting down his collar bone. You could see the tension in his body building up as his knuckles turned white from gripping his sheets.

“Fuh—fuuck…! M’gonna cum….! Cu—cum!!”

His head snapped back, the tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. Choso couldn’t even say how good it felt, every time he tried opening his mouth to speak, only short gasps came out. The feeling was further exasperated by your tongue swirling around his nipple— he barely registered when you had taken off his shirt! Each slurp coming from the suction of the plastic cunt was followed by the wet muscle against his chest. Choso didn’t know for how long he could hold on,

“M’gonna cuum! G-Go harder!”

Choso’s hips jerked forward wanting to chase the high before he came all over the silicone, his tip hitting the back of the plastic pussy with urgency. Every movement suddenly stilled as he lets out a loud whimpering cry, his back arched as he came inside the rubbery gummy walls. Choso could feel his body turning into putty against the sheets, his lungs working over drive to get him back— he could even hear his heart thumping against his ears. Yet, he turned his head toward you, his voice coming out in a croak,

“I…. I wanna feel you…”

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The only sounds that littered between the two of you was the constant thuds as the headboard slammed into the wall, the whining springs from Choso’s mattress that were barely holding together; lastly, the rhythmic smacks of your hips pushing down onto Choso’s cock. Your hands gripped onto his abdomen to support yourself as you continued your movements, your eyes rolling back as you can feel his length hitting your gummy walls.

“Fuck…! You feel sooo good….so fucking good!”

You couldn’t help but praise him, which in turn made his cockhead pulsate. You rubbed your hips against his pelvis, wanting his tip to hit every inch of your walls. As he hit certain spots, you let out loud and whiny moans,

“Yes!! You’re so good…!”

Beneath you, Choso was gripping onto the curves of your ass, your pussy felt amazing compared to the silicone. His cock was enveloped by the warmth of your flesh, he could feel the walls squeezing him every now and then. As you lifted your hips up, Choso jerked his pelvis forward causing a rough thrust into your body, the sound of his balls slapping against you echoed throughout. His eyes were infatuated by the way his cock bulged out from your tummy; in a way, he felt dominant despite his position. You could hear his teeth grinding against one another as he tried to contain himself, the sound furthering the heat pooling in your stomach.

Tits bouncing up and down, Choso gathered the strength to lift his upper body forward to catch one of your nipples between his lips. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, even pinching the flesh with his teeth lightly. The actions caused you to grip the long hairs of his head, but not yanking him away from your chest. His hips took more action in this new position, pushing his pelvis forward in a rhythmic motion that made your gummy walls covered in slick.

“Feelssooo good…. So tight….so fucking warm,” you could hear the lump in his throat, his eyes glaze over with pleasure. His brain was barely even able to process the sight of you and the feeling of your body.

Choso moved his body forward, his hands on the skin of your back guiding it to the soft sheets. He didn’t stop there, he grabbed one of your thighs and hiked it over his shoulder; at this angle he would hit your cervix deep from the side. In long and slow thrusts, the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix. As he continued to push his hip forward and back, his eyes ran over your body. The way your tits jiggled with each thrust, the sweat glistened your skin; what made it even more euphoric was the squelching sounds as your pussylips suctioned his dick.

“Go—Go harder! Fuck me harder!”

Every moan coming from you had a sort of whinny tilt to its tone, you can feel his cock heating up when your walls tightened around it— your cunt was just salivating for him. Hearing your pleas, Choso’s grip on your thigh tightened, he supported himself with his hand as he leaned forward to hit your womb even deeper. His cock expanded your tight hole, and as it retracted, your gummy walls squelched for him to come back. Choso’s cock was covered with the slick that was oozing out from your cunt; so much so, that it splattered your tummy with each thrust.

He could feel himself getting closer, but that didn’t slow him down. In fact, he gathered the last bit of energy to finish his performance strong. You could feel the cock tip sputtering little sparks of cum, a tease for your cervix.

“Fuck…. I’m gonna cum…! Let me cum inside…. Please…. Please!”

Choso’s whines made your cunt tighten, you bobbed your head into a nod as you couldn’t really say anything coherent. Bucking his hips forward, he lets out a loud grunt; furthermore, a final smack between his tip and your womb before cumming. His cock head bursted out with his cum, the substance covered your walls, even mixing with your slick. Choso’s body continued to thrust but now, they were weak and sloppy. From his point of view, he could see his cum oozing out from your abused pussylips.

With the few and final thrusts, Choso slips out his tired dick, his body crumbling from the exertion. You could barely feel what was between your legs, maybe you could feel the constant twitching of your gummy walls or the way his cum was still dripping out from your hole. The two of you laid beside one another, brains fried, the bed was covered in sweat, cum— an utter mess from what it was before. As you both tried to catch your breaths, your eyes met with his, you just wanted to fuck him all over again.

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“Must we share the taxi together?” You complain to Hiromi as your shoulders brush against one another. You couldn’t help but feel relieved to not be left alone in such circumstances. For months, you held your tongue, you continued to dress yourself nicely and politely smiled. Your mind couldn’t help but stray, how could you let your husband stray away from you? Why couldn’t you have satisfied him? Your eyes glance out the window, the bright lights of the city blurring with one another; however, Hiromi interrupted the darkness that was about to pass through your thoughts.

“I don’t want to be alone with my mind right now,” his eyes were also out the window before slowly focusing onto you. The way his eyes looked at you, it filled you with a suffocating warmth that was so foreign, making your body shiver. Hiromi turned his gaze forward, away from yours once again, “I wonder how they fell in love. What did we lack?”

You couldn’t help but scoff, turning your sights out the city once more, “It’s no good to dwell on such details… Can you even call it love?”

Hiromi shrugs, leaning his elbow at the car window, “I wasn’t that good of a husband… always worked… I wish I told my wife how beautiful she was,” his voice becoming low and solemnly, it was dwelling on him of what his marriage weakened.

You look down at your lap, the light dancing off the diamond bracelet on your wrist mocks you, the expensive fabric of your bag suddenly feels so cheap—You were just a blank slate, something to be decorated, paraded for your beauty by your husband. In return, you were able to wear the expensive clothes and jewelry, making the other wives jealous of your elegance. Marriage meant nothing to you, really. However, seeing the way Hiromi’s eyes longed to fix his marriage, it couldn’t help but make you wish that you had cared a bit more. There was something swelling inside your throat, the feeling had only slowly simmered since you had found out the affair, it threatened to spill.

“Why don’t we figure it out? I mean, we should help each other to fix our marriages.”

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Your words led the two of you into a dingy love hotel, the walls painted in a sultry red with the sheets complementing the color, mirrors covered half of the walls while the other held a large window. You sat with your hands on your bag that was place on your lap, your gaze shifting from your bag to Hiromi. Hiromi seemed relaxed, his dark eyes meeting yours finally.

“What does your husband usually say when he gets home?”

You fix up your posture, trying to recall the times your husband actually came home on time, “he usually goes to sleep after work.”

Hiromi turns his body toward you, his hand extending to brush away some invisible dust from your cheek, “You look lovely tonight,” his hand slowly runs through your jaw before retreating back, “how’s that?”

Your body snapped up straight from his touch, it had been so long since someone had made an effort to complement you, “that…. That was good… What does your wife usually do for you?”

Hiromi’s gaze goes out from a distance, digging back into the small moments that he held so dear about his wife, letting a gentle smile adorn his face. He couldn’t help but let out a soft huff, “My wife usually is sowing up her dresses while she’s watching television. Seeing her like that makes me want to scoop her up in my arms, but… I always held back.”

“That’s very romantic. I never imagined a man like yourself would swoon at the simplest things,” even yourself let a smile creep up at his words, they were so sweet, “Well, I’ll get into position. Pretend you’re coming home from work.”

Hiromi chuckled, he got up to make his way toward the door of the hotel room, he waited a few seconds before making his way back. He slowly stepped closer to the bed, in which you were lying: your back was turn toward him, your smooth legs atop of each other. His hand loosened the tie that was attached to him, and in a quick swift motion, you were in his arms. Your body jumped—though you knew this was going to happen— his nose nuzzled into the neck of your dress. You smelled luxurious, your skin was so soft as he dragged his nose upward.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmurs against your skin, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist; he pulled his body beside you, to bask within your warmth. Hiromi feels you hesitate, but you delicately rub those soft hands against his forearms,

“I’m glad that you’re finally home…honey,” the words sound foreign against your mouth, but you couldn’t help yourself. The two of you look outside the large window, the lights of the city become specks of colors, even dulling the stars in the sky. Hiromi softly hums, his chest rumbling against your back in a comforting manner.

“We won’t be like them… we’ll be different,” you turn your head toward him, your faces only inches away from one another. You look deep into his brown eyes, waiting for him to understand; with that, he gave a gentle nod before burrowing himself into the crook of your neck.

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It had been a couple weeks since you and Hiromi had actually spoken alone. The apartment complex was small, which meant you would see him a lot, but it was only through polite greetings. You know that you shouldn’t wish for more; however, with each glance the two of you gave, it made you crave him more. As you continued to daydream, you had forgotten the kettle on the stove— the loud whistle sent a shock wave through you, quickly, you took the kettle off the heat. You can hear the laughter coming from the dinning room, your husband had his friends over to play cards or whatever they insisted on playing that afternoon.

Light footsteps suddenly entered the kitchen, you glance up from the kettle— half expecting one of your husbands friends to grab a beer from the fridge— but to your surprise, it was Hiromi. He was still in his suit, always bringing his professionalism everywhere; moreover, he came to the kitchen to take a breather from the game. He was more relaxed than you, he gave a polite nod before inhaling a long breath, while you were left in shocked.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” You try to politely inquire, setting out two tea cups.

“I was invited. To play.”

“And you agreed? What were you thinking?” The words coming out a bit hostile, but you put your foot down, “What if my husband finds out about…”

“—And then what? The two of them are already cheating, even then, how would they even find out?” He shot back, feeling a bit frustrated being dragged to one of your husband’s game, or perhaps it was the frustration of not being able to see you.

You were about to argue back, but at that moment your husband stepped inside, causing both of you to refocus. Hiromi turned away from you, speaking to your husband before the two of them headed back to their game. However, you couldn’t help but stare at Hiromi’s retreating figure, a sense of deep longing stirring in your heart. For the past weeks you tried to push away the emotions that had been lingering since that night. Dreaming about his eyes, the way he presented himself, his voice—You felt silly for having such juvenile feelings about a married man. But, Hiromi’s embrace haunted you, a sirens call that you desperately needed to return too.

To distract yourself, you began to plate a charcuterie board for the men in the other room, delicately placing the slices of meat and cheese atop the wooden board. With each movement, you try to forget about Hiromi’s nose nuzzling into your skin, or the way his chest rumbled against your back. Finally finishing, you made your way to next room. Smoke plagued the air of the dinning room, the men barking at one another with cards in hand, huddling over the small dinning table making the already small area even more difficult to pass through. Your presence makes the men glance up, their eyes landing at the sway of your hips as you came closer. Making your way over to place the snacks beside the men, you felt large hands on your hips moving you away from the obstacles. Usually, if this was any other man, you would glare at them for even thinking of touching you. But you knew it was Hiromi.

You glance up to see those dark eyes before they glance away, before his hands pulled away from your hips. Hiromi’s eyes looked over yours, speaking to you through the darkness, but it only last for a few moments before he let go. He made his way out to the balcony, sliding the glass door open then closing it behind him.

The touch left you startled for a few seconds, then you placed the snacks to let the men further enjoy themselves. You contemplated if you should head out to the balcony as well, but it would be too scandalous to be alone with a man that wasn’t your husband. Despite knowing that, there was a force pulling you toward him. As you slide the door open, Hiromi looks toward you, his body leaning against the railing of the balcony.

“Y’know you can smoke inside the apartment? Everyone else decided to,” you also lean yourself against the railing, your shoulders almost touching, only needing a little more push to connect.

Hiromi takes a drag off his cigarette, the smoke spilling from his lips, “I prefer smoking alone.”

“oh really? You seemed fine smoking in front of me at the diner”

That comment made Hiromi smirk, “I guess I felt comfortable with you.”

The sky began to darken as the sun descended slowly, the wind began to pick up welcoming a soft breeze. Your shoulders leaned against one another, depending on the other to hold on. There was no need to lock eyes to look into each other soul, their spirits were intertwining into one.

“My…my husband will go abroad soon,,” your voice interrupting the silence that had enveloped the two of you. Hiromi took the final drag of his cigarette before flicking it away,

“My wife is also going abroad soon…”

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You only had to wait a week until your husband had to go on his ‘business’ trip. Once the day approached, you happily waved him goodbye— as before you had felt your heart being ripped out. The sun seemed to be glowing even more, the sky was clear, the birds sung by: the day was perfect. You patiently waited for the sun to set, for Hiromi to come home from work; not mentioning the times you spent gazing out the window, waiting for him to walk across the street.

Once he finally came home, he waited outside the complex for you; notably, being the elegant women you are, you decided to make him wait.

Hiromi checked his watch, it had been waiting for about 10 minutes, and he was becoming a bit worried that you wouldn’t show. His worries were about to be resolved as he heard the clicks of your heels. This dark eyes finally found your form,

“You… you look radiant,” he was in utter awe with your grace, the color of your dress complimenting your skin, the jewelry enhancing your beauty.

“Thank you… you look… decent in your suit”

Hiromi chuckled, “‘Decent’? You could’ve said handsome.”

Your face warmed up, you swatted his shoulder to save a bit of dignity, “Just get the cab.”

You were back to sultry room, it was the same as before, but you were no longer nervous. The two of you sat closer on the mattress, the warm light hitting against Hiromi’s skin making him even more handsome. You took in the moment of tranquility, finally letting your trepidation slip away. It seems Hiromi also felt the same way, his hand taking in yours, his thumb caressing your soft skin in comforting circles.

“Y’know what I’ve always wanted to do? I wanted to dance with you,” Hiromi voice fills in the room, his longing melding with the words.

You softly chuckled, “with me? Do you believe I can dance?”

Hiromi held onto his sincerity, “since our moment, I’ve dreamt of holding you closer, staring into your beautiful eyes as long the world let’s us…I’ll hold you…Let me guide you.”

The way he said those words, each diction squeezing your heart even tighter, it made you hoped that this moment would never end. You pulled yourself up onto your feet, taking him up with you,

“You’ll guide me? You promise to hold me close?”

“I promise.”

The two of you found yourselves together again, his hands on your hips as your arms wrapped around his neck, the atmosphere was guided by the radio that was turned on: playing a romantic Spanish song. Hiromi helped you sway along the Spanish words, your noses grazing against each other. As he twirled you, he had your back press against his chest allowing for your hips to move with his.

“You’re so beautiful,” he softly murmured against your ear, his hands rubbing up and down your hips, then taking your hands once more to twirl you forward, “I’ve dreamed of you…”

Your breath hitched, “Me too… I’ve dreamed of this room… being with you….letting go…”

The song only enhanced the growing tension between the two of you, each word from the romantic tongue itching you closer and closer to letting go. Your noses grazed each other once more, lips brushing against on another, tethering the line between you two. His hands running lower around your hips, he was also holding back.

“I never thought you’d fall in love with me,” your words coming out in a hush tone, maybe too scared to be honest.

“Neither did I”

“I was only curious how it began…. But I know now… feelings creep up…”

Hiromi twirled you away from him, before bringing you back, which gave you the surge of confidence to lock your lips with his. At first, it was just a peck, testing out the waters. That soon changed as Hiromi grabbed the back of your neck to smash his lips onto yours. You flutter your eyes shut, loosing yourself in Hiromi, allowing his tongue into your mouth. The wet muscle exploring every inch of your mouth, lapping against your own tongue. He gripped onto your hips, his hand even daring to cup your ass. Hiromi groaned as his hand felt the soft flesh, making the kiss even more intense than before. You held tightly onto the jacket of his suit, slowly slipping it off his shoulders.

Hiromi allowed his jacked to fall from his body, it gave him a reason to pin you down into the mattress. He hovered above you, his chest heaving, his eyes glazed over with need. Yet, his hand only cradled the side of your face, he didn’t push further only letting him absorb your presence. It felt like he was trying to get ahold of you, in an other worldly manner, for you to desperately see him.

“I’m transferring to a firm in Taiwan,” he hesitantly murmured, his eyes filled with sorrow.

“What…?”

He sat himself beside you, letting you sit up, “I’m… I’m moving to Taiwan,” he looks away from you, not wanting to see the hurt in your eyes.

“W-with your wife…?”

“No… I’ve decided to split from her. I’m only moving to Taiwan.”

“Why so far? Why not a town over? Why leave the country—“

“because I know you’d never leave your husband,” he finally looks at you, his eyes that could only speak of hurt, “I rather just go away…”

Within seconds, you grabbed your bag and waltz out the door, your heels smacked against the hotel floor as you rushed out. But your heart made you look back, knowing Hiromi was behind you, tears filled your eyes as you see his form. He slowly made his way toward you, until he was only a few inches away.

“Why couldn’t you be satisfied with the parts I give you! Why can’t you stay alone with me! Why-Why do you have to leave,,” you shove your finger to his chest in anger, the tears burning your eyes, “Please don’t leave me, Hiromi…”

“Then come with me…”

You wished to say yes, your heart begged you to say yes to him. To be in his embrace, to dance with him, to kiss him forever— you wished to say yes. Deep down, he was right. You couldn’t leave your husband, you’ve forced yourself to be content with him. You couldn’t force Hiromi to stay in the same misery as you. Your head was pounding, your body was too heavy to hold, you felt so weak. You didn’t even realize Hiromi was holding you, guiding out of the hotel.

You two found each other in the same place as before, inside of a taxi. You felt like an utter mess; tears staining your face, mascara running down your cheeks— yet you felt yourself anchored by Hiromi. His arm was wrapped tightly around your shoulder, his face nuzzled against your hair furthering his warmth toward you. You continued to cry, your heart swelling and squeezing with each breath.

“Please… please don’t go so far… please I… I love you,” the soft croaks of your voice ached his heart, he wanted to tell you that he will stay that he is okay with just the small parts of you; however, he knew it will only bring a life of pain. Your delicate hands holding onto the sleeve of his button up, a physical plea for him. The only thing he can offer was his embrace as he carefully rubbed up and down your arm, hoping to ease your cries. He hoped that the strums of his heart against your ear would be a comforting song.

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It had been a year since Hiromi moved into Taiwan. It was a bit of a struggle, mostly finding housing that didn’t have landlord wanting to run you dry, but he was doing fine. Currently, he was heading back to the office from the detention center after meeting with a client. He was already having a headache from the heat, which was one of the only days it wasn’t pouring rain, but this case was stretching him thin. Once he finally made it to the office, he slumped onto his chair, his head looking up at the ceiling to relieve some tension from his neck— he just needed a few seconds of silence.

“Higuruma.”

Hiromi internally groaned, he didn’t need any more paperwork right now, “yes?”

The young intern looked a bit awkward but continued, “some lady was looking for you.”

“Lady? What did she want?”

“She was just pacing around the front area,” the young man motioned over to the front, “when I tried talking to her, she asked if you worked here.”

Hiromi quirked up an eyebrow, he hadnt worked with a recent female client, maybe it was some relative, “did she give a name?”

The young man shook his head, making Hiromi ask another question, “what did she look like?”

“She was sum rich lady, well looked rich. Nice hair, dressed in some designer summer collection, ton of jewelry— she also wasn’t from here.”

Hiromi’s face paled, his heart knew it was you, “she just came in and left…?”

“Well, she took one of your business cards just before leaving.”

Hiromi could just imagine it, you in a loose fitting dress that would allow the breeze, the light hitting whatever jewels you decided to wear that day; moreover, he imagined you picking up the business card, if your fingers grazed over his name in nostalgia. Hiromi wondered if you still wore a wedding ring, or should he let himself imagine your hand bare. The intern began to wander around the front, seeing if the mysterious woman had left a clue to who she was,

“I think she left this,” he opened his palm in front of Hiromi revealing an engraved lighter, a wooden one that had a navy stain, “Damn, it looks like itta cost an arm and a leg”

Hiromi hesitantly took the lighter, feeling the weight in his hand. His fingers touched over the engraved flowers, then flicking the latch to light it.

“Are you going to keep it?” The intern asked Hiromi, causing Hiromi to look up from the flame.

“Yeah.”

The intern’s chest softly rumbled in a light chuckle, “I thought you said you quit smoking”

“I guess I’m going to pick it right up,” he stretches out his palm, silently telling the intern to give him a cigarette from his pocket. The young man does, handing it to Hiromi. Hiromi put the bud close to the flame, letting it burn before taking a long drag. The nicotine burned in his lung, but it was subdued with the warmth of knowing you were still here.

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“Must we share the taxi together?” You complain to Hiromi as your shoulders brush against one another. You couldn’t help but feel relieved to not be left alone in such circumstances. For months, you held your tongue, you continued to dress yourself nicely and politely smiled. Your mind couldn’t help but stray, how could you let your husband stray away from you? Why couldn’t you have satisfied him? Your eyes glance out the window, the bright lights of the city blurring with one another; however, Hiromi interrupted the darkness that was about to pass through your thoughts.

“I don’t want to be alone with my mind right now,” his eyes were also out the window before slowly focusing onto you. The way his eyes looked at you, it filled you with a suffocating warmth that was so foreign, making your body shiver. Hiromi turned his gaze forward, away from yours once again, “I wonder how they fell in love. What did we lack?”

You couldn’t help but scoff, turning your sights out the city once more, “It’s no good to dwell on such details… Can you even call it love?”

Hiromi shrugs, leaning his elbow at the car window, “I wasn’t that good of a husband… always worked… I wish I told my wife how beautiful she was,” his voice becoming low and solemnly, it was dwelling on him of what his marriage weakened.

You look down at your lap, the light dancing off the diamond bracelet on your wrist mocks you, the expensive fabric of your bag suddenly feels so cheap—You were just a blank slate, something to be decorated, paraded for your beauty by your husband. In return, you were able to wear the expensive clothes and jewelry, making the other wives jealous of your elegance. Marriage meant nothing to you, really. However, seeing the way Hiromi’s eyes longed to fix his marriage, it couldn’t help but make you wish that you had cared a bit more. There was something swelling inside your throat, the feeling had only slowly simmered since you had found out the affair, it threatened to spill.

“Why don’t we figure it out? I mean, we should help each other to fix our marriages.”

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Your words led the two of you into a dingy love hotel, the walls painted in a sultry red with the sheets complementing the color, mirrors covered half of the walls while the other held a large window. You sat with your hands on your bag that was place on your lap, your gaze shifting from your bag to Hiromi. Hiromi seemed relaxed, his dark eyes meeting yours finally.

“What does your husband usually say when he gets home?”

You fix up your posture, trying to recall the times your husband actually came home on time, “he usually goes to sleep after work.”

Hiromi turns his body toward you, his hand extending to brush away some invisible dust from your cheek, “You look lovely tonight,” his hand slowly runs through your jaw before retreating back, “how’s that?”

Your body snapped up straight from his touch, it had been so long since someone had made an effort to complement you, “that…. That was good… What does your wife usually do for you?”

Hiromi’s gaze goes out from a distance, digging back into the small moments that he held so dear about his wife, letting a gentle smile adorn his face. He couldn’t help but let out a soft huff, “My wife usually is sowing up her dresses while she’s watching television. Seeing her like that makes me want to scoop her up in my arms, but… I always held back.”

“That’s very romantic. I never imagined a man like yourself would swoon at the simplest things,” even yourself let a smile creep up at his words, they were so sweet, “Well, I’ll get into position. Pretend you’re coming home from work.”

Hiromi chuckled, he got up to make his way toward the door of the hotel room, he waited a few seconds before making his way back. He slowly stepped closer to the bed, in which you were lying: your back was turn toward him, your smooth legs atop of each other. His hand loosened the tie that was attached to him, and in a quick swift motion, you were in his arms. Your body jumped—though you knew this was going to happen— his nose nuzzled into the neck of your dress. You smelled luxurious, your skin was so soft as he dragged his nose upward.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmurs against your skin, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist; he pulled his body beside you, to bask within your warmth. Hiromi feels you hesitate, but you delicately rub those soft hands against his forearms,

“I’m glad that you’re finally home…honey,” the words sound foreign against your mouth, but you couldn’t help yourself. The two of you look outside the large window, the lights of the city become specks of colors, even dulling the stars in the sky. Hiromi softly hums, his chest rumbling against your back in a comforting manner.

“We won’t be like them… we’ll be different,” you turn your head toward him, your faces only inches away from one another. You look deep into his brown eyes, waiting for him to understand; with that, he gave a gentle nod before burrowing himself into the crook of your neck.

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It had been a couple weeks since you and Hiromi had actually spoken alone. The apartment complex was small, which meant you would see him a lot, but it was only through polite greetings. You know that you shouldn’t wish for more; however, with each glance the two of you gave, it made you crave him more. As you continued to daydream, you had forgotten the kettle on the stove— the loud whistle sent a shock wave through you, quickly, you took the kettle off the heat. You can hear the laughter coming from the dinning room, your husband had his friends over to play cards or whatever they insisted on playing that afternoon.

Light footsteps suddenly entered the kitchen, you glance up from the kettle— half expecting one of your husbands friends to grab a beer from the fridge— but to your surprise, it was Hiromi. He was still in his suit, always bringing his professionalism everywhere; moreover, he came to the kitchen to take a breather from the game. He was more relaxed than you, he gave a polite nod before inhaling a long breath, while you were left in shocked.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” You try to politely inquire, setting out two tea cups.

“I was invited. To play.”

“And you agreed? What were you thinking?” The words coming out a bit hostile, but you put your foot down, “What if my husband finds out about…”

“—And then what? The two of them are already cheating, even then, how would they even find out?” He shot back, feeling a bit frustrated being dragged to one of your husband’s game, or perhaps it was the frustration of not being able to see you.

You were about to argue back, but at that moment your husband stepped inside, causing both of you to refocus. Hiromi turned away from you, speaking to your husband before the two of them headed back to their game. However, you couldn’t help but stare at Hiromi’s retreating figure, a sense of deep longing stirring in your heart. For the past weeks you tried to push away the emotions that had been lingering since that night. Dreaming about his eyes, the way he presented himself, his voice—You felt silly for having such juvenile feelings about a married man. But, Hiromi’s embrace haunted you, a sirens call that you desperately needed to return too.

To distract yourself, you began to plate a charcuterie board for the men in the other room, delicately placing the slices of meat and cheese atop the wooden board. With each movement, you try to forget about Hiromi’s nose nuzzling into your skin, or the way his chest rumbled against your back. Finally finishing, you made your way to next room. Smoke plagued the air of the dinning room, the men barking at one another with cards in hand, huddling over the small dinning table making the already small area even more difficult to pass through. Your presence makes the men glance up, their eyes landing at the sway of your hips as you came closer. Making your way over to place the snacks beside the men, you felt large hands on your hips moving you away from the obstacles. Usually, if this was any other man, you would glare at them for even thinking of touching you. But you knew it was Hiromi.

You glance up to see those dark eyes before they glance away, before his hands pulled away from your hips. Hiromi’s eyes looked over yours, speaking to you through the darkness, but it only last for a few moments before he let go. He made his way out to the balcony, sliding the glass door open then closing it behind him.

The touch left you startled for a few seconds, then you placed the snacks to let the men further enjoy themselves. You contemplated if you should head out to the balcony as well, but it would be too scandalous to be alone with a man that wasn’t your husband. Despite knowing that, there was a force pulling you toward him. As you slide the door open, Hiromi looks toward you, his body leaning against the railing of the balcony.

“Y’know you can smoke inside the apartment? Everyone else decided to,” you also lean yourself against the railing, your shoulders almost touching, only needing a little more push to connect.

Hiromi takes a drag off his cigarette, the smoke spilling from his lips, “I prefer smoking alone.”

“oh really? You seemed fine smoking in front of me at the diner”

That comment made Hiromi smirk, “I guess I felt comfortable with you.”

The sky began to darken as the sun descended slowly, the wind began to pick up welcoming a soft breeze. Your shoulders leaned against one another, depending on the other to hold on. There was no need to lock eyes to look into each other soul, their spirits were intertwining into one.

“My…my husband will go abroad soon,,” your voice interrupting the silence that had enveloped the two of you. Hiromi took the final drag of his cigarette before flicking it away,

“My wife is also going abroad soon…”

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You only had to wait a week until your husband had to go on his ‘business’ trip. Once the day approached, you happily waved him goodbye— as before you had felt your heart being ripped out. The sun seemed to be glowing even more, the sky was clear, the birds sung by: the day was perfect. You patiently waited for the sun to set, for Hiromi to come home from work; not mentioning the times you spent gazing out the window, waiting for him to walk across the street.

Once he finally came home, he waited outside the complex for you; notably, being the elegant women you are, you decided to make him wait.

Hiromi checked his watch, it had been waiting for about 10 minutes, and he was becoming a bit worried that you wouldn’t show. His worries were about to be resolved as he heard the clicks of your heels. This dark eyes finally found your form,

“You… you look radiant,” he was in utter awe with your grace, the color of your dress complimenting your skin, the jewelry enhancing your beauty.

“Thank you… you look… decent in your suit”

Hiromi chuckled, “‘Decent’? You could’ve said handsome.”

Your face warmed up, you swatted his shoulder to save a bit of dignity, “Just get the cab.”

You were back to sultry room, it was the same as before, but you were no longer nervous. The two of you sat closer on the mattress, the warm light hitting against Hiromi’s skin making him even more handsome. You took in the moment of tranquility, finally letting your trepidation slip away. It seems Hiromi also felt the same way, his hand taking in yours, his thumb caressing your soft skin in comforting circles.

“Y’know what I’ve always wanted to do? I wanted to dance with you,” Hiromi voice fills in the room, his longing melding with the words.

You softly chuckled, “with me? Do you believe I can dance?”

Hiromi held onto his sincerity, “since our moment, I’ve dreamt of holding you closer, staring into your beautiful eyes as long the world let’s us…I’ll hold you…Let me guide you.”

The way he said those words, each diction squeezing your heart even tighter, it made you hoped that this moment would never end. You pulled yourself up onto your feet, taking him up with you,

“You’ll guide me? You promise to hold me close?”

“I promise.”

The two of you found yourselves together again, his hands on your hips as your arms wrapped around his neck, the atmosphere was guided by the radio that was turned on: playing a romantic Spanish song. Hiromi helped you sway along the Spanish words, your noses grazing against each other. As he twirled you, he had your back press against his chest allowing for your hips to move with his.

“You’re so beautiful,” he softly murmured against your ear, his hands rubbing up and down your hips, then taking your hands once more to twirl you forward, “I’ve dreamed of you…”

Your breath hitched, “Me too… I’ve dreamed of this room… being with you….letting go…”

The song only enhanced the growing tension between the two of you, each word from the romantic tongue itching you closer and closer to letting go. Your noses grazed each other once more, lips brushing against on another, tethering the line between you two. His hands running lower around your hips, he was also holding back.

“I never thought you’d fall in love with me,” your words coming out in a hush tone, maybe too scared to be honest.

“Neither did I”

“I was only curious how it began…. But I know now… feelings creep up…”

Hiromi twirled you away from him, before bringing you back, which gave you the surge of confidence to lock your lips with his. At first, it was just a peck, testing out the waters. That soon changed as Hiromi grabbed the back of your neck to smash his lips onto yours. You flutter your eyes shut, loosing yourself in Hiromi, allowing his tongue into your mouth. The wet muscle exploring every inch of your mouth, lapping against your own tongue. He gripped onto your hips, his hand even daring to cup your ass. Hiromi groaned as his hand felt the soft flesh, making the kiss even more intense than before. You held tightly onto the jacket of his suit, slowly slipping it off his shoulders.

Hiromi allowed his jacked to fall from his body, it gave him a reason to pin you down into the mattress. He hovered above you, his chest heaving, his eyes glazed over with need. Yet, his hand only cradled the side of your face, he didn’t push further only letting him absorb your presence. It felt like he was trying to get ahold of you, in an other worldly manner, for you to desperately see him.

“I’m transferring to a firm in Taiwan,” he hesitantly murmured, his eyes filled with sorrow.

“What…?”

He sat himself beside you, letting you sit up, “I’m… I’m moving to Taiwan,” he looks away from you, not wanting to see the hurt in your eyes.

“W-with your wife…?”

“No… I’ve decided to split from her. I’m only moving to Taiwan.”

“Why so far? Why not a town over? Why leave the country—“

“because I know you’d never leave your husband,” he finally looks at you, his eyes that could only speak of hurt, “I rather just go away…”

Within seconds, you grabbed your bag and waltz out the door, your heels smacked against the hotel floor as you rushed out. But your heart made you look back, knowing Hiromi was behind you, tears filled your eyes as you see his form. He slowly made his way toward you, until he was only a few inches away.

“Why couldn’t you be satisfied with the parts I give you! Why can’t you stay alone with me! Why-Why do you have to leave,,” you shove your finger to his chest in anger, the tears burning your eyes, “Please don’t leave me, Hiromi…”

“Then come with me…”

You wished to say yes, your heart begged you to say yes to him. To be in his embrace, to dance with him, to kiss him forever— you wished to say yes. Deep down, he was right. You couldn’t leave your husband, you’ve forced yourself to be content with him. You couldn’t force Hiromi to stay in the same misery as you. Your head was pounding, your body was too heavy to hold, you felt so weak. You didn’t even realize Hiromi was holding you, guiding out of the hotel.

You two found each other in the same place as before, inside of a taxi. You felt like an utter mess; tears staining your face, mascara running down your cheeks— yet you felt yourself anchored by Hiromi. His arm was wrapped tightly around your shoulder, his face nuzzled against your hair furthering his warmth toward you. You continued to cry, your heart swelling and squeezing with each breath.

“Please… please don’t go so far… please I… I love you,” the soft croaks of your voice ached his heart, he wanted to tell you that he will stay that he is okay with just the small parts of you; however, he knew it will only bring a life of pain. Your delicate hands holding onto the sleeve of his button up, a physical plea for him. The only thing he can offer was his embrace as he carefully rubbed up and down your arm, hoping to ease your cries. He hoped that the strums of his heart against your ear would be a comforting song.

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It had been a year since Hiromi moved into Taiwan. It was a bit of a struggle, mostly finding housing that didn’t have landlord wanting to run you dry, but he was doing fine. Currently, he was heading back to the office from the detention center after meeting with a client. He was already having a headache from the heat, which was one of the only days it wasn’t pouring rain, but this case was stretching him thin. Once he finally made it to the office, he slumped onto his chair, his head looking up at the ceiling to relieve some tension from his neck— he just needed a few seconds of silence.

“Higuruma.”

Hiromi internally groaned, he didn’t need any more paperwork right now, “yes?”

The young intern looked a bit awkward but continued, “some lady was looking for you.”

“Lady? What did she want?”

“She was just pacing around the front area,” the young man motioned over to the front, “when I tried talking to her, she asked if you worked here.”

Hiromi quirked up an eyebrow, he hadnt worked with a recent female client, maybe it was some relative, “did she give a name?”

The young man shook his head, making Hiromi ask another question, “what did she look like?”

“She was sum rich lady, well looked rich. Nice hair, dressed in some designer summer collection, ton of jewelry— she also wasn’t from here.”

Hiromi’s face paled, his heart knew it was you, “she just came in and left…?”

“Well, she took one of your business cards just before leaving.”

Hiromi could just imagine it, you in a loose fitting dress that would allow the breeze, the light hitting whatever jewels you decided to wear that day; moreover, he imagined you picking up the business card, if your fingers grazed over his name in nostalgia. Hiromi wondered if you still wore a wedding ring, or should he let himself imagine your hand bare. The intern began to wander around the front, seeing if the mysterious woman had left a clue to who she was,

“I think she left this,” he opened his palm in front of Hiromi revealing an engraved lighter, a wooden one that had a navy stain, “Damn, it looks like itta cost an arm and a leg”

Hiromi hesitantly took the lighter, feeling the weight in his hand. His fingers touched over the engraved flowers, then flicking the latch to light it.

“Are you going to keep it?” The intern asked Hiromi, causing Hiromi to look up from the flame.

“Yeah.”

The intern’s chest softly rumbled in a light chuckle, “I thought you said you quit smoking”

“I guess I’m going to pick it right up,” he stretches out his palm, silently telling the intern to give him a cigarette from his pocket. The young man does, handing it to Hiromi. Hiromi put the bud close to the flame, letting it burn before taking a long drag. The nicotine burned in his lung, but it was subdued with the warmth of knowing you were still here.

The first time you’d met the leader of the Zenin clan had been far before he ever had to bear such a title- in fact, he hadn’t even been considered an adequate heir. 

Back then you’d never in a million years have thought that Toji Zenin would be your future husband. 

It was a humid summer at the Zenin Estate.

Almost two decades ago to the day; on a day when even the cicadas seemed to sweat off the trees, echoing their sun-baffled frustrations out into the open air. And the clouds slugged across a blue sky that battered down mercilessly its balmy glare upon the heat-drunken Earth. Upon the type of people that padded their perspired foreheads with embroidered handkerchiefs, tailored hand-made for but one clan.

Just five years old, you’d been running through the Zenin Estate’s hallways in an effort to get away from the heat and your family. Your tiny feet thundering down the polished floors. Your best kimono flapping behind you.

Your clan was always rather close with the Zenin’s - on a business level, if nothing else.

So it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for them to visit Naobito and his council to go over numbers you didn’t understand, and contracts you couldn’t read yet, and shake hands with men that made your stomach lurch in nervousness. But what was out of the ordinary was the fact that you had joined them this time—your private tutoring had been paused for the summer, as most conventional schools would have. And so your father had thought that perhaps bringing you along to one of their meetings would be more fruitful than leaving you alone with the garden and the house staff. 

But the corridors were hot, and even hotter were the meeting halls your father made you bow to elders in: thick and saturated with the sweetness of expensive perfumes and clan deals done well. 

So well, in fact, that no one had noticed when you’d slipped out the mahogany double doors.

You knew you’d get in trouble sooner or later- so you might as well do as much exploring as you could!

You weaved through the expansive compound.

Skipping rocks from atop their garden bridge, feeding the koi with shreds of bread one of the house attendants had handed you, swinging from the conservative branches of gingko trees. There weren’t many flowering trees or bushes, you’d noticed. The garden was green and sterile of any other color. 

Then you’d taken to being fed little morsels of delicacies by the ladies in the kitchens- at least, until one of the Zenin elders had barged in and started barking out orders. You’d escaped immediately - not wanting to get caught just yet - and run out into the sun-scorched corridor outside.

It was there that you’d flung yourself into the nearest open room you’d found.

Its grand sliding doors shuddering shut behind you, you’d cowered into the shadows as the elder’s grumbles walked by outside.

You’d only breathed out a sigh of relief when you were sure that his feet had trundled towards the end of the hallway, making a swift turn on the pathway to the meeting hall. Sitting down on the cool wooden floor, you clutched your knees to your chest. “Thank heav-”

“If you’re gonna make this much noise then at least do it where it’ll disturb those old toads.”

You’d nearly jumped out of your own skin- in fact, you think you just might have.

If the shadows could speak then you’d have said that they sounded oddly young, though the growl in his voice made you think of those types of boys that would graze their knees and then pretend it didn’t hurt. There weren’t many children in your estate outside of you, but sometimes you’d watch over the walls at the neighborhood children from afar—and you found there seemed to be at least one or two of those always. 

He sounded like the rowdiest of the bunch.

And who you’d first thought to be a ghost - perhaps in hindsight you weren’t too far off - turns out actually to be a lone figure in the middle of the dark room. A little boy. 

He was sitting before nothing, he was sitting against nothing. 

He had long shaggy hair that covered his eyes, and a mouth permanently downturned. An irritated red scar shone from one side of it.

A drop of red blood trickled down it and made you wince.

You attempted to take a step closer-

“Didn’t ya hear what I said?” That hoarse voice - much too grown-up for but a mere child your age, perhaps a year or two older - rang out before you’d even let the soles of your feet rest. Echoing. Foreboding. “Get. Out.”

“And who are you to tell me what to do?” And you always did have a habit of questioning elders that you should perhaps not question - at least not according to your etiquette classes. So who was a little child?

He scowled and looked away.

Through the shreds of his death-black bangs, you thought you saw a glimpse of green eyes, so much like the gardens of the Zenin Estate. And you can’t help but step closer—“Who are you, anyway? What’s your name?”

“Zenin.” He spat out as if it was venom. 

“I could’ve guessed that.” You sighed, with all the wisdom of a five-year-old. Most Zenins had those sharply handsome features, the dark hair, and green eyes that glimmered like crystals. You could already see the burgeoning Zenin in the boy your age, the weight of it. “What’s your first name?”

He didn’t answer.

With a huff, you’d stepped closer.

“What’s your first name?”

He still didn’t answer.

And closer.

“What’s your first name?” 

He didn’t answer still. Not even when you were standing right beside him, he remained turned away as if you didn’t exist. 

You leaned down to try and glance at his face- but the boy snarled and whipped away. His lips stretched almost garishly underneath that fresh scar—even in the darkness it was obvious: a ruby-red slit, a slice of torture.

It looked like it hurt.

“Fine then.” You said, and he almost flinched at the exhausted tone of your voice. There was a slight collapse of his raised shoulders, as if he expected you to leave him to his shadows-

But the only thing you’re doing is grabbing onto his face and bringing it up to yours.

With the silken fabric of your very best kimono, you’d dabbed away gently at the cut on his lip. “But if you’re not going to treat this thing any time soon- then at least wipe away the blood.” Though you knew that this wasn’t the lady-like thing to do, nor even polite in any sense of the word, you couldn’t feel even a twinge of regret. “It looks pretty deep. Don’t you think you should tell your momma and papa?”

You tilted his head to the side, and he glared at you through long black lashes. “Tch…”

“Hmpf-” Puffing up your cheeks in annoyance, perhaps you’d used slightly more force than necessary when touching away the rest of the blood on his lip.

He grimaced but he didn’t move. And just when you think he might not say anything at all—“My…attendants.” 

You almost thought you’d imagined it. Eyes wide, your hands stopped. “P-pardon?”

“My attendants.” He repeated, more sure than before. “My attendants will take care of it…later.”

“I see.” It almost looked as if he was searching for your reaction, and you don’t satisfy him by showing anything. You merely tilted his head from side-to-side and checked for bruises, the way your mother would whenever you fell outside while playing by yourself. He had a few more scratches here and there - though none too deep like the scar, they stood out starkly against this pale skin. He looked like a sickly boy. “And why are you here all alone?”

“Punishment.” This answer comes out easier than the last, as though it should have been obvious.

A cold shiver ran down your spine. “Oh…I’m sorry about that.” You knew what it felt like to be punished by the council for doing things that went against what a ‘respectable daughter’ would do. Though your punishments were more writing lines and standing outside. “But I don’t think you deserved it.”

He scoffed, “You don’t even know what I did.”

“I don’t.” You shook your head, “But I still know.”

And that had been that. You finally let go of the boy’s face - there had been no more bleeding for some time now, and you almost felt embarrassed to have been holding onto him for so long. 

In the obscurity between you two, you stood in silence for what felt like a few minutes- but might as well have been eternity. You’d stared at him - the strong jaw, the hunched shoulders draped in a kimono with the Zenin emblem on the back, the scar that made him look older than he was - and he’d stared right back.

Brows furrowed, yet still looking. 

Eventually, you heard the harried calls of your mother outside - she was searching for you.

With a final look at the boy - he’d turned his face away now - you started to take a step towards the door—

Only for a small hand to clutch onto your wrist.

Stopping you in your tracks, you’d snapped your head to him immediately- but the boy still wasn’t looking at you. He had his gaze fixed on the floor, and the air about him was as if you didn’t even exist.

Though the tightness of his grip was undeniable-

“Toji.” Out had come a tiny voice. Steely. Slightly trembling. 

And for a second you were more confused than anything, before the realization had dawned upon you like the beaming of the summer Sun’s rays. 

He had repeated, “Toji Zenin.”

You repeat, “Toji Zenin.”

And then Toji had let go of you.

You nodded.

You told him your own name.

And for the first time since you’d barged into his life, Toji Zenin had looked at you with his green, green eyes. Sparkling.

It was only later - years later - in one of his letters that you’d learned of just how he’d gotten his scar. And the weight of knowledge was much heavier than the abyss of not knowing; your tears had blemished the starchy paper upon which he’d written to you about being thrown into a pit of cursed spirits by none other than his own family. That day.

All because he had no cursed energy.

And that was another thing - when you first found out about it, it hadn’t been from Toji himself. Grown-ups talk. And you’d come to realize far before he’d confessed to you that this was that infamous oldest son of the Zenin clan, one year older than you, with not a single speck of cursed energy to show for it.

Jujutsu society hated him for it.

How odd it was that they couldn’t seem to keep his name out of their mouths, then.

Though you didn’t quite care—you yourself didn’t put much weight onto the strength of one’s cursed energy. It just seemed too confusing to you as a child, and more confusing still once you grew up.

You visited the Zenin Estate as often as you could after that, often tagging along with your parents for their business meetings, or sometimes even begging some of your attendants to take you if they weren’t home. All for one person.

Him.

And though he never showed it, you knew he was happy to see you.

Happy to roll his eyes and drag you all through the hallways and secret doors and gardens- it was at your insistence that Toji had gotten the gardening staff to plant a few rose bushes there. A dash of pink in the landscape of Zenin green. You’d even managed a few times to sneak away and play together with his new cousin, only just crawling.

And just as life heartens a child, Toji also grew strong.

You saw it in him each time you visited - the way his grip on your hand would grow stronger, the way he’d tell you about another cool trick he learned in training. By himself.

And you were proud of him, you really were—“Don’t get too strong though- because what if you get all big and scary like Vegeta?”

“Vegeta’s cool.”

“Toji Zenin.”

You just didn’t expect it all to come to head like this.

The letter had arrived when you were seventeen - Toji was eighteen then, and had just gone through his coming-of-age ceremony. It was a private affair attended only by the Zenin clan members, and you understood that customs dictated their rituals remain hidden- besides, you and Toji had promised each other to celebrate in your own way with some takoyaki later on.

But the letter…

“To whom it may concern,

By decree of the Elders and in accordance with the ancient traditions of the Zenin clan, you are hereby notified of termination of regular visits to the head of the Zenin clan.

This decision is irrevocable, and any further personal association with the master, outside of compulsory business and contractual visits, is prohibited. Henceforth, you are instructed to discontinue contact with Master Toji Zenin without delay. Failure to comply with these prompt directives will result in the appropriate consequences.

Our new clan head must now focus on what is truly important.

With respect.

The elders of the Zenin clan.”

That was the first you’d ever heard about him being clan leader- or even the fact that he’d had a chance.

You had visited the Zenin Estate immediately afterwards, of course.

And it was only because of the rather close relationships that you’d grown with the house staff and guards over the years that you weren’t thrown out immediately. Though, you definitely weren’t allowed inside, either. They’d told you with grave faces that you were no longer welcome in the Zenin Estate without a guardian with you at all times - and even then you couldn’t meet with the clan leader. 

You’d been forced to trudge all the way back home, letter in hand. Toji in your heart.

You’d visited a few more times afterwards, of course. 

Perhaps for a peek of Toji if anything. But the only thing that greeted you were those looming iron gates and the same answer.

You were not welcome. No matter how much you pleaded or cried or begged for answers. 

You didn’t see Toji Zenin, newly-dubbed leader of the Zenin clan, until ten years later - and by then you’d missed him as long as you’d known him. In the meantime you’d heard whispers of him in every corner and corridor of those stuffy clan functions you were forced to attend—oh, have you heard of that Toji boy? Have you heard he’s the new Zenin clan leader now?

Have you heard they overlooked his little…lack of cursed energy if he proved himself?

Have you heard he has a gift of power said to be from the heavens?

Have you heard he’s the cruelest clan leader they’ve ever seen?

Have you heard he’s grown up to be so tall?

Have you heard he’s looking for a wife?

It was that last one that got your ears perking - no matter how much that rational part of you knew that eavesdropping wasn’t a polite habit. No matter how much you knew that you and Toji Zenin were people that didn’t know each other. And hadn’t for a long time…and perhaps might never. 

You shuddered to imagine - according to the rumors - what blood-thirsty clan leader he might have grown to become like all the Zenin clan leaders before him. But a part of you just kept circling back to the little boy in the dark room, with a scar that wouldn’t stop bleeding. 

Sure enough, by the time you’d stepped foot inside your own estate after the function- your attendants had informed you that a letter was awaiting.

A letter of proposal.

Of marriage.

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The ceremony was a message.

Every clan leader and madam and mistress, every sorcerer and higher-up, everyone that was someone was invited to your wedding to Toji Zenin. It was a lavish affair, overripe with the most succulent foods and drinks. 

Though the week leading up to it…not quite as much.

You hadn’t gotten the chance to speak with Toji during the marriage meeting- rather ironic considering, well, the two of you would be the ones getting married. But where you might have answered the few stray questions posed by Naobito and his council, Toji had merely sat silently opposite you. 

He didn’t speak to you, he didn’t gesture at you, he didn’t even raise his green eyes and look at you.

Not during the marriage meeting. Not after.

Perhaps some stupidly hopeful part of you still thought that it was the meeting hall’s oppressive air that kept him from speaking- but Toji hadn’t spoken to you even when most of his advisory council had filtered out towards the end. When they’d left the ‘young couple’ alone to get to know each other better, but Toji had stayed silent.

“Toji?” You’d tried - and he hadn’t responded. “I suppose it’s clan leader Zenin now…”

To that, he’d flinched.

There were no more words exchanged between the two of you, and you’d travelled back to your estate to cry yourself to sleep.

The wedding vows had been written to you by your family elders. And in the days that followed - not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of the wedding guests nor your family nor your in-laws - you’d recited and re-recited your vows until your tongue got sick of the words. Until your tongue could feel them tingling at the tip of your tastebuds every passing moment.

Like a nagging, ever-present dread.

So it was rather anticlimactic when that portion of the wedding ceremony went by without a hitch—you were awoken with the blinking sun, and dressed in a wedding kimono of snow-white. Escorted to the Zenin Estate in one of their glossy black Mercedes, you were ducked from view and taken to the family shrine there like a secret.

You shuddered as you stepped inside this land for the first time in ten years.

Deep in the gardens. A froth of wedding guests already lined the lantern-lit pathway from the gates to the shrine, they turned their heads and attempted to peek underneath your white headpiece. You were grateful for the lady attendants who would smack them away no matter which higher-up they happened to be.

You found that you had been strangely calm up until this point - strangely feeling as though it were a dream.

But you’d raised your head just as you’d come to the steps of the shrine -and the first thing you’d seen were pink roses. Upon either side of the steps.

And the next thing you’d seen was Toji’s calloused hand - you’d recognize it anywhere - outstretched to help you up them.

That was when it had become real.

The binding rituals and sharing of sake passed by in a blur. Your voice shook as you stumbled through your vows, and Toji had steadily echoed his out—it seems they were written to match. Something about upholding the values of the household and furthering the Zenin name, words that were wiped from your mind as soon as they escaped your mouth. Then, after barely stealing a glance at those green, green eyes trained on you- you were dashed to the wedding reception.

Both you and Toji sat at the head of a U-shaped dinner table.

Winding around the massive dining hall like a serpent with a feast laid upon its silken white belly: sashimi platters, rolls and fragrant white rice, broths and pasta, cakes of all different kinds. The wedding reception was so big that professional chefs (some from the Zenin Estate, others hired from the best Michelin Star restaurants around the world) lined their workshops in the middle of the U and cooked for the guests live. 

The scrape of flat-top grills.

The clinking of sake cups.

The laughter of drunkards.

And the longer the night went on, the more rambunctious they seemed to become.

They toasted, they guffawed, they pretended not to brag, they asked for more.

You’re watching the scene unfold before you like a Renaissance painting—The Throes of Gluttony—and rub your weary eyes. Strained. The thing that no one seemed to mention about keeping a smile on your face for hours on end was just how deeply it caused a headache - all the way from the back of your eye sockets.

“Would you like to leave?”

It’s a gruff voice- deep. One that you haven’t heard in so long that it might have been someone unrecognizable completely.

But you knew who it was.

Even if the husky baritone didn’t come from right beside you - sending goosebumps skittering down your spine - you would have known that slightly teasing tone anywhere. You could have picked it out in a crowd of about a thousand voices- and Toji didn’t even seem to know that that familiar tease was slipping into his voice.

He looks dead serious when you turn to him, for perhaps the first time since the shrine. And oh—you’re hit with something indescribable.

Because what the rumors hadn’t seemed to mention about him was that he was so devilishly handsome.

He’d grown into those Zenin features he seemed to hate so much—now with a sharp jaw, a smoldering gaze, hair that seemed to fall effortlessly over his forehead. His tannish skin looked almost golden in the yolky yellow of the wedding lights. Puckered, pretty lips. Even the scar on there only served to make him look even more attractive. 

There was an intensity about him that only seemed to have grown tenfold in the years that you didn’t see him. There was sadness.

Despite knowing very well of his numerous fighting accolades as of late, you were taken aback by just how large he’d grown to be. The first time you’d seen him, he’d been a scrawny six-year-old that wasn’t even as tall as you. The last time you’d seen him, he’d been a gangly seventeen-year-old suffering from a sudden burst of height, and threatening to show signs of growing even taller.

And he had grown taller.

Broader.

Beefier.

Toji shifts in his seat to face you more clearly, and you watch as his dark hakama stretches over his wide shoulders. Puffed-out chest. Slender waist. Large arms. Barely doing anything to conceal his muscular frame-

He raises one jet-black brow at you and you jolt.

“Pardon?” Breathless.

Toji shoots you a slightly knowing smile, “Would you like to leave, my wife?”

My wife.

It’s more of a factual statement, than anything - a confirmation of what you already know. But you can’t control the sudden lurch in your stomach as he says it—

“Yes.” You’re blurting out the answer faster than your mind can compute it. And you reach your hand out to him. “Yes, I would like to leave.”

Toji clasps your hand with a slight chuckle, “As you wish, Madam Zenin.” Both your golden wedding bands twinkle in the dim lighting.

“Look! Look! The newly-weds are leaving their own reception-”

“Am I drunk or are they being audacious enough to hold hands-”

“Do you think we may see an heir soon?”

“All rise for the esteemed clan leader of the Zenin family, and his madam.” The last one is a booming announcement by one of the Zenin council members.

In unison, the wedding party rises to their feet.

Cluttering and slightly clumsy with liquor.

“All bow for the esteemed clan leader of the Zenin family.”

In unison, they bow.

And you’ve just about had enough of being ogled as if you were a party trick- smiling politely and tugging on Toji’s hand to leave. And perhaps the thought that you wanted to be alone with him - with your husband - was hastening your movements-

“All bow—” But Toji stands firm. Raising his stern voice above the chaos, so that every corner of the dining hall shall be able to hear his crystal-clear words. You look up at him in slight shock at this sudden speech—did he want them to bow to him again? Before he’s saying your name- “—my wife, the esteemed madam of the Zenin family.”

Your heart drops to your stomach.

Your gaze snaps to the audience- you could see the confusion simmer across their faces, the realization, the shock, the slight apprehension. It was a chamber filled to the brim with men who’ve never had to look up at a woman a day in their lives.

And here they were, bowing to you.

It doesn’t happen instantly - not at all.

They first look at each other, they first bend at their knees as if in the motion of dry heaving (and some of them look as though they just might at this very notion), then—to your surprise, Naobito Zenin is the first to bow.

Then more of your family.

Then some of the Kamo clan.

One by one, they were bowing before you. 

“Lower.” Toji barks, and they each flinch- before doing as he said. Until their heads touched the floor, the higher-ups of that room bent before you.

As if worshipping.

All but one, of course - the blond-haired man stood out amongst the crowd. In more than one way. He was well-dressed in a way that denoted him as one amongst the clans, the Zenin emblem peeking out in silver, barely twenty with black dye fringing his pale hair. There was a coarse smirk twisting his lips, and he stood with his arms crossed in the front row.

You have to squint your eyes to realize that this was none other than Toji’s cousin—Naoya Zenin. The very same little boy the two of you had played with years before.

And he was refusing to bow before a woman.

Toji, of course, would not stand for this.

One split-second, he’s beside you, the other split-second, he’s in front of the young man and grabbing Naoya’s head with one hand. So fast that you didn’t even see him move. Slamming him down until his forehead hits the floor- “I said—” As Naoya scrambles to get up, Toji raises one foot and stomps it down on the other man’s head. “-bow.”

Naoya sputters, “T-Toji-sama-”

“Lower.” He’s pressing down even harder with the heel of his golden-clad sandal. Naoya flails like a turtle overturned- “Lower.”

“Toji-sama, I didn’t mean to-”

“Lower—”

Naoya’s cheek was pressed to the floor, tears running down his cheeks and darkening the color of the ground. He was no match to your husband. “I-I apologize for-”

“Do not apologize to me.” Toji gruffs out from above, lips slightly twitching at the ends. He was enjoying this. “Apologize—to her.”

Hearing this almost seemed to hurt Naoya more than being stomped on.

He gasps.

He chokes.

He attempts uselessly to stand.

But who was he to reject a command from the clan leader?

“I…” A rush of near-satisfaction goes through your body as Naoya raises his teary eyes to look up at you- and that was only because Toji had allowed him barely even leeway. His bruised lips babble, “-apologize-”

“Madam.” Toji finishes.

“Madam.” Naoya repents, “I-I apologize, madam.”

Toji looks at you with peripherals darkened with anger, and you can only nod at him to spare the other man. You wouldn’t want a bloodbath on your wedding.

He spits down at Naoya before taking his foot off- and where his cousin darts behind the legs of Naobito Zenin, Toji calmly walks over to you and holds out his hand. For you to take.

For him to take you away from all this.

.

.

.

The elders were outside.

The elders were outside your martial bedroom and listening to every slight noise you were hatching-

“Zenin-”

“Toji.”

“Toji—” You’re gasping out wetly into the crook of his neck, your hands fisting in the expensive silks of his hakama. Heated proximity. His panting breath. Toji was pushing you flatly against the king-sized mattress, one hand on the back of your neck, the other pressing down your front.

He reaches the edge of your abdomen, almost near where your cunt was throb-throb-throbbing wildly between your legs. And you have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep the most lecherous sounds from escaping- “T-Toji, so they’re going to be listening all night-”

“All night.” Toji affirms. Pearly white canines glinting between his scarred lips, “So we might as well give them a show, hm, my wife?”

And then he’s gliding the tip of his nose down your neck, down your collarbones, right between the valley of your breasts. Breathing in. “O-oh—”

Your head tilts away to give him more access- and it’s then that you’re seeing yet another glimpse of the sliding doors to this grand chamber. Paper-thin screens. Shadows of council members here to affirm that the marriage was actually being consummated - you knew it was a tradition in the Zenin clan. For the council to stand guard behind the bedroom and make sure that another heir would be born. You just didn’t think that it would be taken so seriously with rows upon rows of-

“Focus on me, darlin’.” Toji’s rasping tone warns, something primal curdling at the very back. You’re snapping your gaze over to him and zapped with electricity a darkened look in his eyes- “Or should I say…”

“Sh-shit.” You whisper as he starts shifting down your body. Lips kissed numb.

The clan leader reaches between your trembling legs. “I beg for your attention, madam.”

“Yes.”

Your whisper billows out and makes some of the elders behind the screen flinch- their shadows stretch and grow on the pale sheet almost as if they were listening even closer.

Listening in for the whoosh of Toji pushing up your decadent silks and stuffin’ his head straight into your pretty cunt. His nose dives between your pussylips. His chin hits the base of your folds. He sticks out his lengthy tongue and manages to sluuuurp! up the wads of slick stuck to your pussy.

He manages to sniff.

“Oh.”

Something cracks at the back of his throat, and you’re looking over at him curiously.

Only to find that Toji wasn’t looking at you- not even close.

He had his murky green peripherals permanently fixated on your drippin’ wet pussy, a line of slick sliding between your folds. He was almost entranced. He was almost speechless.

“Oh.”

He had his gaze locked with your throbbing cunt until it’s only a slight creak from outside that makes him break his stare to look at the elders. And then over at you and oh—you notice that his pupils were blown so wide that you nearly couldn’t see a speck of green.

You almost feel…strangely cautious at the animalistic way he was acting. Blinking down at him, “T-Toji, are you-”

But it’s almost as if hearing his name wrapped around your pretty lips is enough to send Toji Zenin into overdrive.

And he’s startling- almost fight or flight, before slapping a hand down on the side of your hips and draaagging you halfway down the damn mattress. Letting the expensive bedsheets bunch up where your hips were pulled.

Because Toji doesn’t seem to care for your trembling questions- he doesn’t seem to care that you were bucking your hips up n’ down his handsome face for more.

No.

He was gaping his maw over your wet cunt and slippin’ his tongue inside in a mere split-second- not even waiting for your elastic hole to stretch properly before starting to fuck you like a madman. Like a madman.

He was holding onto either side of your thighs n’ pressing his nose up reeeeal close to your clit- breathing in gutturally as he swabs his tongue inside. Spit dribbling. Scar grazing your folds. “Sh-shiiiiit—”

And, usually, he’d tease your whiny voice—wouldn’t he?

But right now Toji Zenin can’t even fucking breathe as he’s pistoning his fat tongue in. And out. Repeatedly, he’s swervin’ the curled tip of his tongue against the roof of your cunt and feeling as you clench all ‘round him. 

As you buck your hips off of the rickety mattress - it must’ve been decades old by the way it was protesting your every movement.

But Toji doesn’t even register just how close his bed was to shattering into a zillion pieces right now.

The only thing on his mind was…

“You.”

You’re snapping your head down in shock and confusion at the abrupt groan of a word barked between your pussylips - no warning. It hums vibrations of pleasure up your spine and makes you arch into Toji’s slidin’ lips. All dazed, as if he doesn’t even know he’d blurted it out loud.

The only thing - one - he can think of is you.

You, you, you, you.

You with your soppy wet walls wrapped around his pokin’ tongue, you with your cunt throbbing away every time his nose dug between your pussylips. You who was sucking him back in every time he pulled out, you who was- fuck. Enough to drive a man wild.

And you could feel the change in the way that Toji was makin’ out with your pussy, too.

He had gone from the slow and sensual kissing when you first entered the room- into the rapid gestures of his tongue now. Manhandling you. Not letting you escape.

Your voice cracks once he’s pinning down your flailing limbs, feeling the bulge of his big beefy biceps against your skin. “Shit, and you just really did no- ngh- preparation or anything? Just fucking me—mm, like that?” He was stretchin’ you out so hard with his mere tongue that it was making you see white.

“All the better to feel you, my dear…” The way he says it itches something carnal at the back of your mind. And you shiver as he purses his lips and gives your clit a harsh suck. 

“A-and you’re just being so- ngh, rough.” You mumble out between wet lips.

“All the better to eat you, my dear.” Toji flicks a careless look at the grey shadows beyond the screen, the way they stirred as they surely knew what was happening in here. Almost to taunt them - Toji’s taking a few more hefty thrusts inside your hole and moaning. Loud and proud. 

“And, Toji…” Breaths hitching a mile a minute - right on time with the sloppy cadence of his tongue. You gasp, “-you’re just so damn…” Rough? Needy? Gluttonous? “-loud.”

“All the better to make them know you’re mine, my dear.”

And it’s as if your mind is suddenly made of nothing but fuzz and the most lecherous swipes of Toji’s tongue- he was holding you so tight to him that you can feel the half-moons of his fingernails embed onto your skin. Pointed chin smacking against the base of your pussy in a constant drumming that leaves you maddened. Tongue viciously pummeling in and out—

So damn noisy with the most primal slurps that you almost can’t hear yourself over it. Whining maddeningly.

“And by the sounds of it-” Toji’s continuing into your cunt, as if he was still in the middle of a conversation. Just casual. Not even with you - he was chattin’ away lovingly to your pussy. “-m’eating you pretty well, huh?”

“Fuck, when did you get so cocky—mmpf.” You’re raising a hand up to muffle the noises leaking from your throat.

But Toji catches the slight movement- and in the blink of an eye, his trained reflexes have both of your hands pinned to the front of your stomach. Wrists restrained. Your tits pressed together in a way that presents a feast for his eyes.

The way he looks at you…oh.

You’re just so wet that you could already see the gleaming layer forming on Toji’s face like a medal of honor. And you’re sure the squelches were loud enough that they could be heard even outside- “Shit.” Struggling against his lewd restraints, “Toji, but they’re gonna hear us-”

And when he still doesn’t stop his motioning face, you find yourself breaking away a hand and running it through his sweaty black locks.

Having to lightly tug to get his attention on you instead of your sopping pussy- “Toji, they’re gonna hear-”

Your husband whispers something breathless against your cunt that you don’t quite catch.

“What was that?” You’re leaning up on your elbows to hear. And you can only stare into the murky depths of his gaze, pupils blown and dazed. 

He smacks his scarred lips- slightly parted as he tries desperately to crane himself closer to your quivering hole. “Cheh.” Toji rolls his eyes and lurches back a mere centimeter or two - the expression on his face was something agonized as if it hurt him to pull away - only to spit a dripping wad of saliva down onto your cunt. 

“Please…” You’re shivering, “What was that?”

Breath choppy. Tone absolutely shattered. He repeats- “Who did ya marry?”

His voice muffles into your folds. You’re looking away from the traditional sliding doors and finding that he has his eyes dead-set on you—intense.

For a few seconds you’re so enraptured by the look in his verdant eyes that you’re speechless- and only then do you register what exactly he asked. “Wait…what?” He looked dead fucking serious.

Splat! Another wad of spittle. “Answer the question, will you, madam?”

His voice was full of authority. The beastly man from earlier. “Y-you…? Toji Zenin.” You’re just managing to gasp out, shivering at the feeling of his tastebuds then rovering uuuup and down your slit. Teasing. Then pushing inside. He’d stretched his muscle out so that very honed tip would graze your most sensitive insides, “Toji, why are you asking me-”

“Then why dont’cha fucking scream your husband’s name for them to hear, hm?”

And you swear you can feel his smile against your very pussylips for a mere sultry moment.

Before he’s back to swipin’ into you like a machine. 

Except this time…he’s using both his mouth and the two globular ends of his fingertips.

The fingertips on his left hand.

They were thick and rough after years of training- perfect to swab against your most tender spots and leave your walls raw with pleasure. And just when you thought his size and shape would be enough to drive you frenzied, Toji was curvin’ up his fingers in a way that let the frigid metal of his wedding ring press against your walls.

All cold and making it easy to follow his movements. He was forcing in his solid inches with quick, methodical strokes down your velvety channel.

Probin’ into the sweetest spots - you’re sure that Toji was just so generous with his size that he doesn’t even have to try to fill up your every orifice. He spreads his fingers apart and scissors into your insides, pumping them roughly.

In and out. In and out. In and out.

“Oh my god—” Let them hear? Let the elders hear? “Toji, what has gotten into-”

Thwack!

“I said…let them hear.”

Just then he’s puckerin’ his two fingerpads against your poor g-spot- already having mapped your cunt out with his tongue. It was almost as if his digits were on a treasure hunt to find where you liked him thumpin’ away into the most.

So hard that you think the elders outside can hear it. So hard that you swear they’re flinching-

Thump-thump-thump!

And whatever question you had on the tip of your tongue before is immediately evaporating at the sheer frenzy Toji shows when he’s drilling into you. The realization hits you like a truck. “Toji, are you…pussydrunk?”

He merely flicked his half-lidded eyes up at you- “Mmmm—” Groaning his deep baritone against your raw n’ rubbed lips - it makes you leak out in your syrupy sap even more. He has the audacity to look at your ruined expression and giggle. “I dunno, council, am I pussydrunk?”

Though it wasn’t as if they could hear that slight whisper- or even if they could, it was impossible that they’d answer.

But Toji seems to be utterly unaffected by that little tidbit, and instead looks even more gleeful at the silence from the audience just behind a thin screen on the door. “Heh- when they hear they’ll know I fuck my wife goooooood.”

You supposed that answered your question already. And you’re holding onto Toji’s crown and rutting up against his ajar mouth. “Shit- shit, I never thought you’d be so—”

“Look- I think they’re squirming.” Toji glances over at the shadows that still loomed, as present as ever. “I think they’re already startin’ to find out.”

“Fuck.” He’s thrashing his wedding ring against your g-spot once more. 

And from then on you were merely at your husband’s mercy - at the mercy of the clan leader of the Zenin’s. He was acting just as ruthlessly. 

Almost as if he wanted them to hear everything he was doing.

“Bet they can hear just how wet ya are f’me- just how much you’re leaking over this damn fucking Zenin bed they love so much.” On cue, he’s rutting against the bedframe to leave its springs creaking. “Bet they can hear the way you suck me up like thaaaaaat- atta girl. My wife.” Toji hooked his fingertips at the ends and made them splosh out even more slick- dragging them out of your puckered hole and fucking them right back in. “Wonder if they know how sweet ya are though, huh?”

Like your body was ready to prove his point, your hole gapes with a gush of glittery slick. One that Toji’s gulping up with as much noise as he could possibly make.

Purposefully bucking his hips against the mattress even more - it was almost as if eating you out like this was too much to bear. He bites down on the insides of his cheek as his rock-hard erection crushed against the soft comfort. He just needed to fuck you—

Toji has his teeth nibblin’ over your pretty clit and sucking until his chiselled cheeks hollowed and it made the most lecherous squelching sounds. Each of them a cacophony that echoed outside. He moans, “Bet they can hear how ready you are-” And you’re noticing that at this particular sentence, your husband raises his volume just a tad. He raises it. “-how fucking neeeeedy ya are to get fucked stupid by me.”

A rattle outside.

Both of you turn your head in unison to look at the commotion, but whatever the incident may have been, no one seems to move from their seats at your audience. Almost glued there - and not by duty any longer.

You look back at Toji who was grinning.

He puffs out a snicker above your swollen folds—“Pwah! If anything, at least the Zenin clan leader knows how to eat pussy.”

Toji’s shaggy bangs graze across your clit and make you twitch, “T-Tooooji—I don’t think m’gonna last…”

“What was that?”

“I think m’gonna cum.”

A smile he can’t control breaks out across his face, “Louder, madam.” Toji alternates his greedy gaze between your enraptured audience, your lewdly twisting expressions, and your pussy. All gulping him down greedily.

What a sight it was to behold - and that noise? Who’s going to stop him from reaching over to grab at one of your sandals and fling it against the sliding door- where it knocks against the cedar screen and clatters to the floor. “Ya hear that?” He calls to those uptight elders, surely horrified by now… “Louder for the ones in the back~”

Turning your head, you see that your clans are more restless than ever. “M’gonna cum-”

“Louder.”

“Gonna cum—”

“Louder.”

It seems that no matter how loud you were, it just wouldn’t be enough for him.

So the only thing you could do at this point is to throw your head back and get lost in your sudden wave of bliss - throw your head back and cum.

You’re grabbing handfuls of Toji’s shaggy black hair and yowling out his name as loud as your voicebox could handle it- “T-Toji.” Bubbling out past the sizzlin’ mouthfuls of saliva welling up at your throat. “Toji—shit, shit, shit, Toji m’cumming.”

“Mmm—” He barely had the time to respond, fucking his fingers into you furiously. His mouth latched on permanently to your clit as he dragged on your high, digits hittin’ your g-spot at every startling peak of euphoria. Again. And again. And again and again and again.

Somehow he managed to pinpoint each highest point of pleasure, and you have to bite back tears at the sheer intensity. Heartbeat thundering in your eardrums. Toes curling until it almost hurts. 

And through it all the handsome clan leader below you was readily taking on each of your cunt’s drags. Each of the gyrations you were pumping down on his swollen lips and his nose. Each of the little jerks as you had to be pulled back onto his swollen lips and his nose- he wasn’t letting you escape until you were well and thoroughly fucked through your orgasm.

You blink down dazedly at him once you’re clear-headed enough to formulate proper sentences. “Toji, m’cumming and it’s all because of you—”

“Fuck.” And with that said, he’s ruuuutting harshly against the mattress. It groans even louder in response and makes the chamber vibrate with noise.

You swear at the shaking of the bed, “Y-you’re gonna break this bed tonight, I swear-”

“Good.”

And it’s with a few more vulgar strokes that your high’s dissipating into a mere few tingles at your core - which, even that Toji’s threatening to swerve his fingers into you through. And you’re completely sure that he would’ve elongated you through your first high and straight into a second one had it not been for you pulling him off by the strands of his hair.

Begging through choked-up sobs, “Toji-” You were straining to get him to move- not that you didn’t want it, but you were just so sensitive that you wanted something…else more right now. “Toji, I’m begging you to—hah.”

“To what, my wife?” He’s running his calloused hands up and down the sides of your body. “I’ll give you anything, madam.”

Your lips quivered, “I want your cock, Toji…”

And, well, how could he ever say no to his pretty wife?

In no time, Toji’s lifting himself off of your lower half and climbing further up the bed. Something about the way he looks right now - half-lidded gaze, primal smirk, panting chest, throbbing erection through his wedding hakama - made you shift yourself up to the headboard.

And once you’re hitting the cool plane of mahogany, Toji grins.

“Nowhere to run, darlin’.”

The Zenin clan leader considers tearing off your kimono with his bare hands - before that admiring look you’d directed towards the garment makes him reconsider. It makes him sigh and gently start to part through the layers. They were much too much work, in his opinion.

And he’s practically jittery with need by the time the last of your obis are thrown over his shoulder.

And as for his clothes…

Toji takes his sensual time slipping off his robes - so many layers that it makes you so thoroughly impatient. And so you can’t help but reach out and threaten to rip his decadent clothes off-

“Tearing your husband’s clothes off already?” Toji says to you, though you do notice that he’s lilting his pitch up just a bit to let the elders outside hear. “S’that pussy that needy f’me already, my wife? Can’t wait until I take it off, huh?” You smack his chiselled pec and he grins even wider, “Oh, madam, we’re gonna have a looooong and happy marriage—”

Toji doesn’t even properly expose himself.

He’s merely lazily pushing aside his robes until you could practically see all of him: the naturally ripped lines of his muscles, his toned abs, his cushy pecs. All outlined with the scruff of his happy trail that wedged between his prominent v-line.

Toji’s meaty thighs peeked out from where his robes flapped open, and he was pushing them aside to bear you his aching hot erection—

You count.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven

Eight.

Nine entire inches that glistened in dripping hot precum, glazed the shiniest ruby-red on the top of his shaft. Flared tip. Heavy balls. Not only was Toji so long - but he was juuuuust as thick, with enough veins that you can already feel the phantom graze of them inside you.

Toji’s balls tightened as he took in the way you were looking at him-

“Like what you see, huh?” He’s smirking down sleazily at you, giving a playful smack on the sheeny inner part of your thigh. “Don’t you worry, darlin’, you’re gonna be feeling me very soon.”

“Shit, I can’t wait.” Your legs drop open around him - and end up wrapped around Toji’s slim waist to get him to buck his cock against your cunt. “I need to feel you now, Toji.”

“Now? No preparation or nothing?” He’s cocking his head down at you—cute. Just too cute how you were shaking your head like so. Not that Toji Zenin really had any idea of stretching you out even more and teasing you endlessly, but it was nice to see you deny it all the same.

His dark fabric was still semi-draped over his shoulders (though they were falling off uselessly by now and you could spot his tanned deltoids peaking out…hoenstly, how had they trained him in the years you hadn’t seen him? Because Toji was just…incredible). And it falls over you almost like a curtain as the man pushes you back against the sweat-dampened mattress.

One hand of his presses down on your stomach, the other snakes downwards to cup his thick hilt. “But I’ve gotta warn ya…s’gonna be a biiiig stretch- alright, my girl?”

You’re nodding, “Yes—”

“And when I say big stretch, I mean a biiiiiiig one- alright?” His black brows furrow at the sensation of his tip kissin’ your pussylips - you were just so hot and soft. So ready that he almost couldn’t bear it, “Enough to make that pretty mouth of yours scream, alright?”

You huff, “A-alri—fuck.”

And those elders stationed outside your martial bedroom could probably pinpoint the exact moment that Toji’s slipping his cock inside. Red-hot. Furiously hard.

Your mouth drops into a soundless scream, and the bed dips as he rests his weight on top of your lower half. The bulbous end of his cock swabbin’ between your pussylips and finding its way inside your tight hole, he’s fitting in just the crown of his shaft and making you squeal. “Sh-shit, you’re just so big-”

“What was that?” Toji’s rutting his hips against you, his cock giving you a probing thrust. “Didn’t hear you darlin’...”

“You’re just so-” Yet another thrust. And this time you swear you can feel Toji’s salty-sweet precum trickle out at the very back of your throat—”-big, Toji—”

And this time, it’s loud enough for him.

He’s tilting his head over to the silent sliding doors with an utterly arrogant look on his face, lips turned upwards priggishly. “Ya hear that?” He’s calling out to those dusty ol’ elders - most certainly, not the least bit that softly teasing tone he’d use with you. “You small-dicked motherfuckers wish you could be me.”

“Toji—” Uselessly smacking at this bicep to no avail.

But he merely keeps going- “The only thing you can do is watch- only watch everything I do. Everything I will become.” It was like this. It was always like this - Toji had fought tooth and nail to come to where he was right now. And he’d be damned if he let some old fossils ruin his wedding night with you—they were going to have a show. He’s snarling down - and just as soon as you’re registering the expression, Toji’s crashing his lips against yours in an open-mouthed kiss. “And right now…”

You’re whimpering as the hand on top of your stomach comes pressing dooooooooown.

“-I think m’gonna become a dadda, hm?”

“Fuck-” And it’s with a single hammering thrust that Toji’s forcing his swollen cock past all that slight resistance. His head falls forwards, bangs obscuring part of his face- and he can’t stop from heaving out a shuddering groan. 

You swear you can see the exact moment that Toji Zenin breaks.

Because you’re clenching your syrupy wet walls ‘round his tip, and it’s enough to make the hulking man above you shudder. Shake. Stop your moving hips with the hand on top of your stomach.

Toji presses down—“E-easy there, darlin’.” He’s rasping between clenched teeth, sounding for all the world as if it was taking every ounce of will in his body not to let his voice tremble. “Let your—haaaah, husband fuck you like you deserve, alright?”

Just as shaky as his words were aching to be, he’s compelling his hips forwards and swabbing the back of your pussy with a plap! “Fuck.”

“Fuh-fuck.” He echoes after you. Yet another hammering movement. “Fuck, I can’t stop myself.”

“Sh-shiiit, how is it even possible to feel like this-” You’re babbling out. And it seems that that’s what Toji wanted to find out, as well.

He’s thrusting his hips forwards again.

Shaking.

And again.

And again.

And again and again-

Soon enough, Toji was fucking you. In long, deeeeeep thrusts that bruise his split-ended tip all the way against the back of your cervix—before then dragging riiiiight back out till your hold was just stretched around his mushroomy cockhead. Then all the way inside again.

“T-Tooooooji—” You’re bawling out at this point, the sheer stretch of him inside you making your cheeks drench with tears. It really just felt as if he was openin’ up every hidden spot and crevice inside you, and Toji had his pointed tip acting as the spotlight.

Pinpointing each sweet spot-

And again…

Your legs start to thrash at the constant rhythmic feeling- “Ah ah- no running away, madam.” He’s scooping you up even further into his arms, “What’d I say? Let your husband- fuh-fuck you like you deserve, hm?”

“But- but you already are—” You cry out.

“Oh?” He’s darting his eyes down to the thick little bulge that had started forming at your stomach - just the slightest movement of his globular tip swabbin’ inside. And out. Inside. And out. No matter how much you bent and curved, Toji was just so big that you could see him from the outside. He’s grinning all of a sudden. “Oh…you’re right.”

Your eyes widen, “Toji, did you just realize-”

“But that doesn’t mean m’fucking you pregnant just yet—let me breed you, darlin’.”

Your head’s falling into the pillows, your back’s arching, your throat’s crying out - your cunt just wasn’t used to him. Which is why he was fucking you harder with no hesitation like he was trying to mold himself to your pussy.

To meld himself.

To which Toji doesn’t let you last even two seconds before he’s grabbing both your limbs and wrapping them around his neck. He lets your ankles intertwine securely before bending you neatly in half until your kneecaps spank your tits. 

You were being folded.

Straight into a-

“Mating press.” Toji rasps out, his scorching hot breath tickling your face. “This is called a mating press, darlin’.” Almost as an example, he’s pumping his solid inches all the way inside your channel - Toji stirs your insides just a little bit in swervin’ motions so his veins slip and graaaaze down your sides. “But you probably already knew that—now do you know what we use it for?”

“Well, it’s to—mmpf.” But how could he expect you to answer when he was smacking the curve of his tip against your sweetest spots. Every time you were opening your mouth to try n’ form a coherent sentence, your husband was fucking that sentence right out of your throat.

And the answer was simple: he didn’t want you to answer. He looks over at the shuffling shadows through the door screen—apologies, he should’ve emphasized. He didn’t want you to answer. “Oi.”

Toji barks out, and you could see the elders physically flinch at being addressed.

He smirks, “How about ya answer it f’me?” It almost makes you shy to hear your husband speaking to them while he was absolutely ruining your insides with his cock- tone breathy, hips smacking yours in an obvious background music to what you two were doing. “What exactly is a mating press used for?”

There’s a silence- and then a noise.

A slight whisper of an answer that only Toji’s extra-honed ears, trained through years of his Heavenly Restriction, manage to pick up. He’s nodding his head down at you, “That’s right?”

“What’d they say, Toji?”

“Oh—you wanna know what they said?” He’s cooing down at you—cute, cute, cute. Your lips were wobbling adorably whenever he grazes the rounded flare of his tip near your g-spot.

“Yes-” You’re nodding, “Yes, please-”

“Louder?”

“Yes, please—”

Loud enough that it rings across all four corners of the heady chamber, saturated with sex. “Good girl.” And Toji snickers as he pulls your restless body once more down to his- and as if that wasn’t enough, he’s craning his head down and blowing against your left ear. “A good girl that’s gonna get fucked full of my heir soon.”

An heir.

An heir.

So that was what it was used for - not that you didn’t know, or couldn’t have guessed. But just hearing your husband himself utter the very words made your pupils shape into heart eyes.

Staring up at him lovingly.

Toji was pounding your cunt against the mattress as though he was furious at you- and the constant creaking noise almost made you embarrassed. It was proof that he was fucking you had and rough. That he was pinning you down with one ruthless hand and shovelling you with every inch of his thickened length, swervin’ the nerves of your g-spot. “Even they approve.”

You’re snapped out of your dreamy little reverie, “Wh-what?”

“Even they approve.” Toji cocks his head down at you with a smile, “And I don’t give a fuck what they have to say about me- but if there’s anything I—ngh, am, it’s that I’m a man of my word.”

“And so…?”

But he merely glides his hand down your belly, feeling for that cute sensitive spot where Toji was rubbin’ your cervix raw. There was such an openly loving look on his face as he stared down at your body. “And so welcome baby Zenin—” Hyphenated with your family’s last name.

Toji shudders as he fucks you.

To be quite honest, he didn’t think that the thought of having an heir would affect him so much - he never has been one to be so hellbent on carrying the family name. Hell, he’d have been happy to take your last name.

But it was the vision of you all pregnant and plump and glowing—

Now that could do something to a man.

And it’s sending a thrill across Toji’s veins to see the tummy bulge he hammered into you, almost as if a little teaser for what was to come. He presses down on your stomach once more as he eases in and out, in and out. “Gonna be the prettiest momma f’me, right?” He’s grumbling out through his large canines, snarled as though he wanted to bite into that pretty lil’ throat of yours. “Gonna suck Toji Zenin dry and keep all my cum inside that- ngh, pretty pussy? S’that what yer gonna do? Suck me dry—?”

“Y-yes-”

“Louder, darlin.” He interrupts you, “I need them to hear their madam.”

“Yes—”

As a little reward, you’re getting Toji’s fat thumb spankin’ down on your clit. He rolls the pad of it over and over that spot- “And the madam is gonna be the one overspilling niiiiight after night while I fuck you pregnant, right? Gonna be the one that won’t even be able to move once I’m done with ya because you’re gonna be, mmm, too fucking full?”

“Yes, please-” Your voice was barely a whisper. And Toji pinches your clit until you manage to raise your warbling tone.

“Gonna be my poor baby with all that sickness, aw?” He’s fauxing out a pout- one that makes you bite on his scarred lips. How rude. “Don’t worry- I’ll massage those pretty feet of yours when the time comes, I’ll paint yer pretty nails, I’ll toy with that pussy- heh.”

“Is that even…”

“Gonna be my bossy lady, aren’t ya? Gonna order me around and make me get every pregnancy cravin’ ya want- as you should.” He’s chuckling at the mere notion of it, so sweet on his brain. “Gonna be asking me to fuck you all over again when those pregnancy hormones hit, huh? And then…”

“And then?” You eagerly ask.

He leans down to whisper - just for you, this time. Not any audience. “Then - if you want - I’ve gotta fuck you with our second kid all over again, huh?”

Your jaw drops.

But Toji continues - his hips and his fingers and his words. “And then a third.” He plummets his thoroughly swollen tip once more against your g-spot - so hard that it sets the crowns of your teeth on edge. “A fourth.” Another.

“Shit-”

“A…” Toji trails off, his dazed head raising blearily towards the sliding doors. “How are we feelin’ about five kids, eh?”

Whatever they answer makes him smile.

“You heard it, momma.” He gutturally moans, “M’gonna cum inside this cute cunt- fuck, m’gonna cum inside and pump you all fuuuuuull.”

Your heels attempt to find purchase on his sculptured back, and you’re kicking madly because of the sheer force of pleasure coursing through you - though, of course, to a man with Heavenly Restriction it feels like nothing but kitten punches. “T-Toji…”

He smiles like he already knew what you were about to say, “Yes?”

“Toji, m’gonna…”

“Cum, huh?” He’s narrowing his sultry eyes down at you, “And do you think she deserves to cum?”

For a second there, you think he’s almost talking to you - and you’re wondering just what he was talking about…before the shuffling and murmurs from beyond the sliding doors catch your attention. “You’re seriously asking them—”

“Ah ah-” Toji hums, “The council is in session.”

You couldn’t believe your damn ears- and you’re getting lost in Toji’s aggressive strokes for some time. Looooong and hard and driving your pupils into the back of your skull. Before Toji’s hand suddenly comes slamming down atop your pussylips-

“And can ya guess what the council has decided for you, madam?” Toji grins from ear-to-ear, “Hm?”

“I-I don’t—oh.” He’s pinching your clit hard enough to make you see stars.

“They’ve decided that you can cum.”

Hard enough to make you reach your high all at once. 

It’s shuddering through your body in waves, and you find your hips arching damn-near completely off of the bed. Toji has his cock stuffed in you deep and his fingers squeezing your clit through each throb of your high. 

It was harder than the last one.

Mind-baffling. 

Earth-shattering.

It was as if a warmth had flooded through your entire being, and Toji was only heating up the temperature a few notches with each probe of his cock. His flared tip swabs down the sides of your g-spot every single time - and Toji was more than happy to send your body twitching each time he did so. 

More than happy to watch the waves of your high turn out to be splashes—

You were squirting.

“Hear that—?” He calls out breathlessly, above the liquidy noises emanating from between your legs. The volume of your sap clearly drenched your legs and left his cock soaked. Thoroughly soaked. “She’s fucking—oh, she’s…” He fucks you through your high with roughened grunts, “Fuck- fuck.”

It left you salivating and unable to string together a full sentence- your arms wrapping tight around Toji’s neck to kiss him. “Want it-”

“Hmmmm?”

“Want you to cum inside me now, Toji.” You’re begging up at him, batting your tear-stained lashes. Pulling him in even closer, “Please?”

“Cheh-” He snickers- though even through that smug demeanour, you could feel the animalistic flinch of his cockhead deep at your innards. He was unravelling as well. “I’m gonna cum in-haaah, inside you- of course m’gonna cum inside you, my wife.”

Toji funnels into you so hard that the crowned top of your head hits the headboard.

“Gonna cum inside you and feel it in your womb-” Toji snarls out, his blushin’ tip starting to trickle out in something hot and gooey. “Gonna give these needy walls of yours something ta really hold onto- gonna have her sucking me dry.” And you swear you could see tears glittering in his dark eyes. “Gonna pump you so full that you have no option other than to- hah, overspill. But oh, don’t worry, my madam, when you overspill your husband will be riiiiight here-”

You hiccup, “Please-”

“-to fuck it right back in again.”

It’s then that you’re really feeling the full force of Toji’s high - because he empties out thiiiiick and miry ribbons of cum that puddle at the back of your pussy. So much of it. So much being poured out. They were just so sticky, with a salted caramel taste that you swear sizzles at the back of your throat.

Muscular back arching.

Eyes shuttering.

His heavy balls hitting your cunt with a thwack-thwack-thwack!

He digs his feet into the springy mattress and arches into you through each peak of his high, dragging his veiny cock right through it. Your velvety walls were just perfect to elongate the feeling of his airy sensation, and Toji can’t help but let out husky groans as he gets lost in the feeling—fuck, he didn’t even know that he could cum this much.

Trickling into you like honey.

Toji glides a hand down your front and feels for that little tummy bulge that was once there- now all bloated with his sheer white sap.

But it’s almost as if it was refusing to stop by this point, and Toji can only swat his ruby-red tip against the deepest depth of your cervix and thank her for taking it all. His eyes fluttering open and shut as he attempts to clear his damn mind.

You’re biting down on your tongue, tears exploding behind your eyes. “Sh-shit, it feels so good.” Pressing your lips to his scarred ones, so familiar now. “Toji, you feel so good.”

He shivers.

“Fuck, we’re gonna make a cute baby.”

Before…Toji Zenin doesn’t stop.

In fact, you learn that he doesn’t stop - and you don’t want him to - even past your second round. Your third round. Your fourth round. Your fifth round.

Toji might have had all those delicacies before him during your wedding reception, but it was here between your legs that he couldn’t stop going back for seconds. Filling you again and again and again- it was by the sixth round that the bed frame had completely broken. And by the eight that he’d stopped taking you on the shattered mattress and fucked you on the polished wood of the floor.

Just two feet away from the sliding doors, your head was being pushed up and up and uuuuuup towards it. As he just kept on thumpin’ his rotund red tip into the base of your pussy until the sun started to rise.

Taking you on all fours this time—doggy style, with a mean headlock gripping your throat.

And the elders outside were slouched and fatigued, if their shadows were anything to go by.

And you yourself was just so sensitive-

“Where’d you think you’re going, madam—?” You’re feeling Toji dragging you down into his beefy arms before you even understand his question - before you even realize that your feet had already planted on the wooden panels and had started to push off. It was as if your body couldn’t decide whether you wanted to bounce up more into his ruinous length, or to bounce away for your own sanity-

He helps you make a choice - and that was by grabbing onto the column of your throat with his biceps and raising your muddled head up to his. Kissing you, “Are we sure it’s even taken, yet?”

“Yes—” You’re babbling out over…the murmurs of a council that agreed immensely. They themselves were sure that their clan leader would continue until the end of time if possible. “Yes, it’s taken- it’s-”

“But are we- sure-” Each word punctuated by a thorough slash of his puckered pink tip.

He was so sensitive by this point that Toji himself was leaking his ivory sap out like no other- not enough space inside you for all of it. It froths down the middle of your cunt and creates such a gooey mess—“Yes.”

“Mmmm, well anything you say, madam.” He’s humming out. Pussydrunk. “But are we really-”

“Toji Zenin.”

The clan leader shudders, “I love it when you do that.” He kisses you with a rather loud smack, “I love you—”

And he doesn’t feel a shred of regret in the world for what he’s just confessed. Always wanted to confess.

“Always have.” Toji swallows, looking deep into your dazed eyes. “Always will- and I tried—oh, how I tried to get to you. But it was never enough. How I imagined holding you and loving you all these years but…but I understand if you don’t feel remotely the same, and if the council’s distance b-between us has already changed your mind on-”

“Toji Zenin.” He shuts up and looks down at you- only to be greeted by your smile. Head turned over your shoulder to keep staring at him. His own scarred lips turn up into a grin, green eyes twinkling. “Come here and kiss me, my husband.”

And so he wastes no time.

Murmuring into your mouth.

Pulling away for a split-second.

Raising his meaty thigh up and pressing the heel of his foot straight on top of your head- “Should we ask those damn old toads for baby names now?”

.

.

.

“Toji Zenin.”

You’d repeated, all those twenty years ago when you met him for the first time.

And for the first time, said Toji Zenin could feel his heart give a little…lurch.

How strange—he clasps at his small chest through his yukata as he watches you leave for your mother with a final wave. How strange, indeed.

The door closes and a little boy with green eyes and a scar is left sitting in the darkness, hoping you’ll visit him again.

.

.

.

The door opens.

What could buy a small apartment in Tokyo, barely the size of your closet, could buy an entire home in Hokkaido. Modest yet spacious. 

With an arched doorway and the curious guest of vines growing down the side of the house,peeking its leafy little head inside in the presence of dim yellow light. A stone pathway zig-zagging through the foliage to lead one right inside. A roof the color of a pastel green that marked it out from the others around it. A plumage of flowers - roses and tulips and lavender - each lifted their head up at the rays of early morning sunlight—this was why Toji had picked this place out.

It was somewhere no one would find you.

With enough space for three people.

You keep a hand on top of your growing belly and take in the scenery around you,as if a moving post card. After your wedding night, Toji had forgone what all the elders said and given you the choice on what you wanted to do in case of a real pregnancy. Taking you to the doctor to know every option in-depth. And, at the end of the day, well…

It hadn’t been easy to run away from the Zenin clan - let alone burn their whole estate down. Carrying only with you your most essential belongings, your wedding dress, and enough money to last the two of you four lifetimes - but Toji still would insist on working. 

It hadn’t been easy.

But you had done it.

The both of you- you had done it.

And through your fingertips were still slightly charred from the remnants of ash and memories, you don’t think you’ve ever felt more free in your life-

A jingle of keys.

While you had been basking in the natural world outside, Toji had gone ahead and opened the door to your new home. He’s staring softly at you from inside, smile crooked, large frame leaned against the door frame.

“What?” You ask him in slight amusement.

He shakes his head and quietly passes you the keys.

They were like any other - a set of glinting keys that had a little tag on them. It was one of those tags people attached to the schoolbags of their children (speaking of, was it too early to start looking into those now?) and at the top of its white face was written—your name. First and maiden last.

And then Toji—not Zenin.

Rather…

You look up at him with glistening eyes, “You took my last name?”

He nods, eyes slightly downturned. “I did- just before we left I handed in the paperwork.” Taking a long pause, “I apologize that I’m no longer your Toji Zenin-”

You’re cutting him off by throwing your arms ‘round his neck and pulling him in for an embrace. Toji steadies you easily, hands automatically then gliding down to your swollen stomach. “You never need to apologize to me for not being Toji Zenin, my love.”

“I see…” He’s clutching you even tighter, while the garden chirps around you two. Slightly choked up, “That reminds me- we need to pick out a name for our son, too, huh?”

Ah yes- a day before you left, the doctor had confirmed that you two would be having a son. A little boy. An heir to the Zenin clan. 

Those days, you just couldn’t help but think of another little boy with the weight of being an heir on his shoulders, sitting alone in a dark room with a bleeding scar.

But now you smile, “All in good time. Though I do have some ideas in mind.” Toji did, too, and you giggle as you think of the little notebook he’d been secretly writing down names in - one at the very top circled ‘Megumi’. 

“Mhmmm.” He’s looking at you with those eyes, green like the gardens of the Zenin Estate - but now green like the gardens of your home here. Toji looks so serene—you should’ve known that your boisterous husband wouldn’t let that tranquil air last too long.

His scarred lips lift up in a smirk, hand gliding across your pregnant belly. And you already know-

“Toji…”

“How about we start practicing for the second, huh?”

A/N. AWWWW I LOB HIM- feel like making a whole series for him now lowk.

You’re not in love with Bruce Wayne.

That’s what you keep telling yourself as you smooth the blankets over his newly adopted son and tuck them beneath his chin. Bruce is out on patrol somewhere between rooftops and shadows, and you’re here in Dick’s room in the quiet center of the manor. Anyone would do this for a friend. Anyone would calm a scared kid after a nightmare.

Okay, maybe most friends don’t spend so many nights at Wayne Manor that there’s a bedroom permanently set aside for them. Maybe most friends aren’t trusted with Gotham’s biggest secret or the bruises that come with it. Maybe most friends don’t know the sound of the cave opening or the difference between Bruce’s tired sighs and his relieved ones. But still, you tell yourself, you’re just friends.

Dick finally settles, his breathing evening out as you press a soft kiss to his forehead. You straighten up, ready to slip away, when his fingers curl around your hand, small and warm and stubborn.

You sigh quietly and give in, like you always do. You slide back into the bed, and he scoots closer right away, clinging to you like you might vanish if he lets go. Your arm wraps around him, hand moving in slow circles against his back. It hurts, a little, thinking about how much he’s already lost.

“Are you my mom now?” he mumbles into your chest, half asleep and not really thinking about what he’s saying.

“What?” you whisper, careful not to wake him fully.

“If Bruce is my dad, then you’re my mom.”

Your brows knit together, but your hand doesn’t stop moving. “Why d’you think that, baby?”

“’Cause moms and dads are married,” he says like it’s obvious. “You’re married to Bruce.”

You almost choke, your hand pausing for half a second before you make yourself keep going. “Bruce and I aren’t married, sweetheart.”

“But married people stay together,” he murmurs, his words starting to slur. “They love each other. Like you and Bruce.”

Your heart twists. You kiss the top of his head and whisper into his curls, “That’s enough thinking for tonight. Go to sleep.”

By the time the door opens quietly, Dick’s fast asleep, his arm still draped over you. You barely register the sound until Bruce is there, filling the room with exhaustion and something softer when he sees you both.

He kneels beside the bed and brushes his knuckles lightly against your arm. “Hey,” he murmurs. “Patrol’s done.”

You stir at the sound of his voice, eyes fluttering open. Before you can say anything, he gestures toward Dick, already easing the blanket back into place and guiding the boy deeper into sleep. You slip out of bed just as carefully, shoes in hand, moving on instinct.

Bruce opens the door just enough for you to pass, and the two of you tiptoe into the hallway together, close and quiet, careful not to wake him. When the door clicks shut, his shoulders finally relax.

“Thanks,” he says softly, voice rough with more than just fatigue.

As your eyes adjust to the soft hallway light, it really hits you how roughed up Bruce looks. There’s dried blood at his hairline, a dark bruise already blooming along his jaw, and a split at his lip that he’s clearly been ignoring. Alfred definitely hasn’t gotten to him yet.

“You look…” you start, trailing off as you take him in.

“I know,” he says with a quiet yawn, his hands settling on your arms like he needs something solid. “I’ll take care of it. You should go back to bed.”

“You’re not gonna take care of it,” you say, frowning, suddenly very awake.

He hesitates, then exhales. “…Yeah. You’re right.”

Which is how you end up in the bathroom with him a few minutes later, Bruce sitting on the counter while you stand between his knees, sleeves rolled up and supplies spread out like this isn’t new. He’d suggested the cave, but you’d shaken your head right away, muttering something about it being too cold.

He watches you as you clean the cut near his temple, your touch careful and practiced. His hands rest at your hips, light but steady, more for balance than anything else. The quiet stretches until it starts to feel heavy.

“So,” you say, trying for casual. “Dick had a nightmare tonight.”

Bruce’s expression softens instantly. “Is he okay?”

“He is. He just needed someone to sit with him.” You hesitate, then add, “He said something, though.”

Bruce’s brows knit together. “What kind of something?”

You focus a little too hard on the bandage in your hands. “He asked if I was his mom now.”

Bruce stills. “He did.”

“Yeah,” you say softly. “He said if you’re his dad, then I must be his mom.”

The room feels smaller. Bruce clears his throat. “Kids say things when they’re half asleep.”

“I know. I told him we’re not married,” you rush on. “But he said married people stay together. That they love each other. Like me and you.”

You finally look up, bracing for him to laugh it off. Instead, he looks stunned, eyes searching your face like he’s trying to decide something important.

“Oh,” he murmurs.

You let out a nervous little laugh. “I told him it was too much thinking for nighttime.”

“That was probably smart,” Bruce says, a faint smile tugging at his mouth. Then, quieter, “Do you think he believed you?”

“I don’t know,” you admit. “He was already falling asleep.”

You go back to tending the bruise on his shoulder, fingers brushing his skin. Bruce inhales slowly, steadying himself.

“He’s not wrong about one thing,” he says after a moment.

You pause. “About what?”

“About you staying,” he says, eyes warm and earnest. “About him feeling safe with you. About me feeling the same way.”

Your heart stutters. “Bruce…”

“I think I have for a while,” he continues, almost shy. “I just didn’t know what to do with it.”

You swallow, hands resting on his chest now, the bandage forgotten. “For the record,” you say softly, “I didn’t exactly argue with him.”

His thumb brushes your hip, hesitant. “Maybe we don’t correct him too hard next time.”

You smile. “Maybe we don’t.”

The silence that follows feels different. Softer. Bruce leans forward before you can overthink it, just enough to press a quick, gentle kiss to your lips. It’s brief, careful, like he’s afraid of crossing a line, but it still steals the breath from your lungs.

You pull back immediately, hands flying to his face. “Bruce, wait. Your lip,” you scold quietly. “You’re gonna get it infected.”

He huffs a small laugh. “Worth it.”

You glare at him, dabbing antiseptic against the split with exaggerated care. “You’re impossible.”

“Only a little,” he says, smiling at you like he already knows you’re not going anywhere.

You finish patching him up after that, movements slower, gentler. When you step back, he keeps you close, forehead resting lightly against yours. And this time, you don’t tell yourself you’re just friends.

Maybe you are in love with Bruce Wayne.

Oh.

Oh?

A shiver runs down your spine.

You’ve never come into contact with a wolf hybrid in this program- at least, not in any of the classes that you’ve led. Coyotes. Vultures. Grizzlies. Hell, even the odd big cat or two (though they were mostly from other classes you’d assisted, and you didn’t end up having direct contact with them). They were all the same to you: students.

But a wolf?

You didn’t know why you were reeling so much at the realization - wolves needed this program too. It was mostly predator-types that attended (absolutely nothing wrong with that), as their heightened senses and strength left them more susceptible to high-pressure moments such as letting ruts take over, or asserting dominance. Self-control is something everyone should have!

So a large wolf hybrid attending this program should be absolutely nothing out-of-the-ordinary, absolutely nothing that leaves you rattled, absolutely nothing that differentiates him from your other students.

Absolutely…

You clench your fists, steeling yourself - all that training you’d undergone to come into this position as an instructor for the program wasn’t for nothing! 

“Excuse me-” You’re narrowing your eyes down at the man, standing right at the front of your group. Sliding your peripherals up, up, up from his nametag—

Half-lidded eyes. An easy smile. 

A face might have been ripped right out of the big screens, so handsome that it makes that lil’ bunny tail behind you twitch.

And it’s only then that you’re realizing just how…large he is.

A broad frame. Muscular arms. Tall.

Fuck.

Even for a wolf hybrid. In fact, you could see the irritated expressions on the smaller hybrids scrambling to see from around him- what audacity, to be front and center like this. And judging by the smug expression twisting those scarred lips of his, Toji didn’t give a shit whether they saw or not.

As long as he could.

As long as he could pin you down with his heavy gaze, staring from underneath his shaggy black bangs. Toji blinked slowly, as if he was savoring each glimpse- and each glimpse just seemed to raaaaake across your body.

The longer you’re staring at him, the more elated his pupils seem to twinkle. Something unreadable in them.

“-did you have something to say?” You’re finally finishing off, after what felt like an age of the charged staredown had passed. 

Toji only crosses his arms in front of him- and you swear your ears pick up on the minutest rip! of his biceps stretchin’ his thin t-shirt. The black fabric giving way to the flex of those incredible arms. “Oh. The whistle?” The wolf hybrid’s gruff voice answers, a deep baritone that you find strangely…pleasant on your eardrums. “Nah. Must be close to the full moon, heh- keep talking, lil’ bunny.”

“That’s madam rabbit to you-”

“Bunnygirl?”

Involuntarily, your nose twitches in annoyance - something that seems to make the man raise a brow at and smirk. Something chuckled underneath his breath—“Cute.”

You would’ve almost thrown your clipboard at Toji Fushiguro had your colleague not cleared her throat. 

“Oh-” Mouth parting in surprise, you’re turning to Utahime who’d been there to witness the entire exchange - right along with the rest of your class, for that matter. Throw in your supervisors, too, and you were decidedly not getting the holiday bonus this year.

Clearing your throat (and pointedly looking away from his eyes), you’re turning to face the program attendees as a whole now. “And if anyone else has any highly intelligent questions, please feel free to ask away.” Silence, except for Toji’s agreeing hum. “Now that that’s cleared up- I had initially wanted to start our first class off with some ice-breakers to get to know each other a bit more, but what’s a better exercise in team spirit than being thrown into the thick of things?”

They look at you in slight surprise, Toji amongst them.

Without warning, you pick up the whistle that’d been strung ‘round your neck and give it two sharp blows. “Five laps around the field- now! Go go go go!”

Bodies moving before minds, the entire group jolts into moving. Some taking a few unprepared steps before they even register what’s happening, some speeding ahead already to get on your good side. Some flew. Some waddled. And some you could even see gape at the facility’s training field, about as large as a football field, with a carpet of grass enveloping the entire expanse of it. They threw their heads back and groaned, before straightening - military-style - when your whistle rang out once more-

But it wasn’t for them.

“You there-” Sticking your hand out—some, it seems, were none other than Toji Fushiguro. He was still rooted where he was when class started, challenging you down with his imposing frame. His amused expression- “-ten laps for not going with your group, Mr. Fushiguro.”

“That’s an abuse of power, bunny.” Toji growls, lips lifting into something that almost looks like a smile. Maybe a snarl.

You’re raising a brow, whistle still raised to your lips. “Fifteen.”

“What’re you gonna give me if I do those, huh?”

“Twenty.”

He wets his lips, jet-black ears twitching. “You won’t dare-”

“Twenty-five.”

“Fuckin’ hell.” But to your confusion, Toji Fushiguro didn’t look neither angry nor dismayed as he received his sentence. In fact, you could’ve sworn that the man looked utterly euphoric with every sniping word that fell from your lips. Upping the challenge. Talking back to him. 

He takes a step closer and the air seems to grow thicker around you two - so thick that it seems to lodge at your throat. And Toji himself can’t seem to rip his eyes away from those pretty lil’ lips that were just so mean to him- “I never knew bunnies could be so feisty.”

He still isn’t moving towards the run, and your vision is blocked by his well-sculptured body. Toji’s eyes were murky, posture strong- and without warning, his nostrils seemed to flare. Taking in a deep, deep gulp of something. And you wondered…why did something smell so sweet? “Thir-”

“Alright alriiiight.” After a roll of his eyes and a scoff, Toji takes off sprinting. The smell is gone before you can grasp it.

Dust clouds erupt from the grassy ground at the sheer force of his strides, and in no time Toji’s catching up to the group in much less than the time it took them to get there. Long legs made for running. Body angular and poised. 

Even from here, you had to admit that his form was immaculate - expected, you guessed, of a borne hunter. But even coming from a wolf hybrid, it took you somewhat aback.

Wasn’t there a cheetah hybrid in the group, too? He was just behind her now, steadily catching up as her stamina started to falter.

Not only did he seem to be larger, but he was faster, too? Now you knew what made him so cocky, you suppose.

You’re blowing your whistle once more, “Mr. Fushiguro, thirty-two for cutting me off there.”

Toji looks over his shoulder with knitted brows, and a smile that you couldn’t describe as anything other than purely…feral. “Just for you- heh, I’ll make it fourty-two, bunny.”

“Don’t make me make it fifty.” Grumbling, more to yourself than him by this point. From the corner of your eye, you could see Utahime with a hand raised to her lips- firmly shut as if she was trying to stop herself from laughing.

You’re turning to her with a half-joking scowl, “What, Uta?”

“Oh, nothing.” She’s waving you off, standing beside you to look over your sprinting students. And with a thoughtful hum, the human continues. “It’s just, you hybrids have such interesting mating rituals-”

You nearly choke on your whistle—“What rituals?”

A few heads turn to look at you, and you’re gesturing at them to continue - this was your punishment, it seems. The punishment being, well, whatever unfortunate misunderstanding that your co-worker had developed because of her interpretation of hybrid behaviour. 

She looks at you in concern, “Are you alright? Does one get loopy after such mating rituals-”

You’re grabbing both of her shoulders, trying to shake some sense into her. “Repeat that. Tell me you didn’t say what I just so clearly heard you say. Repeat th- actually, wait, don’t repeat that-”

“Mating rituals?” It’s enough to make you grimace, ears flattening behind your head. Watching your reaction, Utahime’s beautiful face grows pale- and she’s clapping both hands over her mouth. “Oh- wait, sorry! Is that a taboo thing to say before you two have officially mated? Like a will-they-won’t-they thing? I’m so sorry, I didn’t know-”

“It’s…not…” You wince, “No- no it’s okay. It’s not that it’s taboo or anything, it’s just…”

“Oh.” Utahime breathes out in relief, punching your shoulder. “Don’t scare me like that then, girl. What then? What’s the issue?”

And you dreaded to know the answer to this particular question of yours, one that you so clearly knew if her misconception had been anything to go by. Nonetheless…“You thought that him- the wolf and I were…flirting?”

“Oh, that?” She hums in thought, “No, not exactly.”

Oh?

Then maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe you’d just been overthinking things, maybe she’d just misconstrued some interaction you had with another one of your students earlier, maybe this entire thing wasn’t even about Toji or how he seemed so close to-

“I thought the wolf and you were seconds away from mating.”

Goddammit! 

“Or bonding-” Utahime airily waves a hand, as if the extra explanation helped - though, to be fair, you knew you were the one that’d posed the question. “Whichever one that you hybrids like to choose, bonding is the one with the bites, right? And good luck because he looks like a biter, woof—”

You’re putting your face in your hands and groaning.

At least this damn program was only five days long.

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Day 2 of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM.

Did you say this training program was five days long? Apologies, you actually meant to say that it was five centuries- because you’ve just gotten through the first few units of your second day, and it already feels like you’ve aged years.

And you can’t pinpoint an exact reason as to why - well, other than Toji Fushiguro’s presence, of course.

Toji Fushiguro and the way you’d gotten to work earlier today in preparation for the lessons, only to open your office door and find the very man lounging back on your chair. Feet on the desk. Humming idly to himself. Silky black tail swishing happily. Rubbing his scent off on every nook and cranny- 

“What the fuck are you doing here-”

“Good morning to you too, lil’ bunny.”

It was just then that Utahime had passed, saving Toji from your plans of throttling him right then and there. It turns out that the wolf hybrid had ‘gotten the time wrong’ and had ‘absolutely nowhere to go- nevermind the café right down the street’ and so he’d been let inside the building. Regardless of the fact that he had an entire office space to himself, he’d chosen to coop himself up in your office.

“And since you two are future mates, I thought it would be okay. Maybe you can show me some of those mating rituals!” Utahime had happily announced, smacking you on the back- just a tinge too loud for a certain wolf’s ears to not discern.

A smirk was on Toji’s handsome face immediately, “Something you need to tell me, bunnygal?”

“Get out of my office both of you-”

And today would have been somewhat bearable if it had ended at just that. But the universe is never quite so kind to you, is it?

Because Toji was in your class, eyeing you down in class, always hot with a quip directed towards you in class. It wasn’t just the physical training part of things (a way to increase their endurance, which he certainly didn’t seem to need any increasing), but even during the light reading sessions—Toji would have his book opened just a crack, attractive fingers flicking loooong luxurious glides on the pages. 

And then he’d dart just the crowned tips of them up to lick- while he looked right into your eyes.

Because of course, he did.

And you hated to admit that those actions just made you…gulp. If he didn’t end up bubbling over a reaction out of you (perhaps commands for extra laps, perhaps telling him off which he seemed to love), then he didn’t stop until he did.

But that wasn’t even the moment that stood out in your mind the most.

No, what you went back home to thinking about - what you slipped underneath your silken bed covers thinking about - was the incident that had happened during one of the trust exercises.

In it, the entire class had been blindfolded and told to use their senses to navigate and interact with one another - the two instructors, you and Utahime, included. It was a bonding activity as well as a way to allow one to channel their natural instincts into something that they wanted it to do. Nature and navigate, that sort of thing. 

Nothing too outstanding, you’d done it many times with many different batches. Slightly awkwardly waddling through the classroom, hands out and alert for another person. Only, this time…

“Oh? Someone’s in front of me-” A gruff voice echoed out from right behind you - right behind you. And you could already feel the heat of Toji Fushiguro’s proximity, before you even registered it was him. There was the airy whoosh of the atmosphere bending to one’s hand reaching out—“Angel-” To one’s hand just lightly tracing your upright ears, “-or a pretty bunny?”

Your ears.

Your ears.

Toji Fushiguro’s greedy fingers were latching onto the sensitive bits of your ears, and you’re forced to bite back a moan. “S-sensitive…”

And scent patches were protocol, really, just to make things easier on both parties.

But even through the bandage-like coverings on either side of your neck, a puff of your pheromones seeps through and into the air. The atmosphere. The senses of the wolf hybrid behind you that lets out an out-of-control growl—

Primal.

You gasp, hurriedly taking off your blindfold.

SLAM!

Only to be met with the barren air, and the door slamming behind you. It seems that Toji had left the classroom - the only evidence that he was ever even here to begin with was the reverberating impact of the door. 

And the sultry smell of something sweet lingering in the air.

Animalistically, you’re raising your nostrils to the air- but by then it’d already dissipated into nothingness. And a part of you craves for more more more—

Clutching the blindfold, in a classroom full of oblivious students, you clench your thighs together.

You were so fucking wet.

And outside, though you aren’t aware at that point, a certain other hybrid was having a particularly tough time, too.

What else did you expect?

Toji Fushiguro was striding. Toji Fushiguro was escaping- he had to. He had to. He had to. He had to. If he didn’t then he fucking knew that he’d tear you into pieces and shove his aching hot erection with no care for who else was watching in that damned classroom.

Down the narrow corridor, he was going as fast as his slightly-weakened knees would take him. Pace echoing out against the formal tiles, like the thunder of his heartbeat.

Toji felt like he was burning up. Faster. Toji felt like he was out-of-breath. Faster. Toji felt like—

The next thing he’s feeling is the ceaseless expanse of the wall, frigid against his body that just seemed to be set alight right now. Without properly consulting his own mind, he’s leaning against it. Head falling back. Body slouching onto the floor. A thick ‘fuck’ leaving him as he sits himself down right then and there-

“Oh fuck—” Toji’s pressing one hand to his face, the other against the solid pain that’d taken up between his legs. He looks down, “Oh fuck, m’in rut.”

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Day 3 of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM.

Toji Fushiguro was just on time to your program today, and though you couldn’t say that you weren’t relieved his incredible earliness lasted only a day- you couldn’t quite say that you weren’t disappointed, either. Rabbits, always hopping around.

“So…” Utahime’s teasing voice calls out in the distance, and you’re shocked to find that she’s actually right beside you. Had you been spacing out?

With a jolt, you realize you’d done it just as Toji was completing his nth lap of the morning. He flaunts past the finish line with each, shooting a sleazy wink your way—you hadn’t been staring at him, dammit!

“Something in your eye?” You call out.

“Just a pretty bunnygirl, heh.”

Shaking your head free of him (and doing your very best to not look as though you were shaking your head free of him), you’re turning back to your friend. “So…what, Uta?”

She nudges your shoulder with hers, “So what are the updates on your mating ritual-”

“Enough-”

Refusal ringing out across the field, your voice catches the attention of Shoko, who’d been placing an ice pack over the ankle of a mouse hybrid. She looks over with a raised brow, before confirming with her patient and helping him walk back to his group.

Once she was done, she picks up two clean towels and makes a beeline towards where the two of you were standing.

“Still in denial.” Utahime says, as a way of greeting. She catches the towel that Shoko throws at her and sighs, “Enemies-to-lovers go from enemies to lovers faster in my books…”

And somehow, Shoko seems to know exactly what she’s talking about. 

The racoon hybrid brings a thoughtful hand up to her chin, appraising you with those sleep-darkened eyes if you were yet another one of her patients. “Well, I didn’t see anything wrong in the mating and reproduction department last time we had a check-up. Would you like me to take a look again?”

Indignantly, “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with me-”

“Perhaps her pheromones are being blocked?” Utahime nods at her friend, before snatching your towel out of your hand and rubbing it over your scent glands-

“Woah-” You gasp, the rough texture of the fabric making your ears twitch. Somehow, it almost reminds you of the day before where…“What the- Uta I will kill you-”

“Adequate pheromone secretion, considering the scent patches.” Shoko leans in to look at it and hum. “I don’t think there’s a problem there- and the clients have to take a mandatory medical test, there was no anomaly in Toji’s, either.”

“And the scent? What about the scent- I can’t smell it as a human, but you’ve got to have some sort of sense for it even as a friend, right?” Utahime insists.

You squeal, “Don’t you dare, Shoko- this has got to be some sort of HIPAA violation I swear-”

“You’re right.” The doctor says, sagely. And all your squirming, struggling, screaming seems to stop- for just the briefest second…before Shoko looks you up and down and states once more. “Rub a little harder, I would like to take a scent swatch for my own personal experimentation as well.”

“I will experiment on you-”

“U-um, madam bunny?”

You whirl—“What?” 

And the poor, unsuspecting mouse hybrid staggers backwards at the force of your exclamation. Damn near falling to the ground- which is where that swollen ankle of his seemed to have originated from in the first place.

“Oh.” The three of you staff look at each other, and you’re shoving your friends off in an instant to crouch down to his stooped figure. You feel simply awful as he quivers before you- you should look into getting the poor man a discount. “I’m so sorry, Ijichi, I’ve been out of my mind. Are you alright?”

“Y-y-yes- but no.” He’s stammering, not holding your eye still. “It’s just- my ankle’s acting up again and I was wondering whether I could be excuse to the medic room for today?”

“Yes- yes of course!” You’re looking to Shoko, and the two of you place Ijichi’s arms ‘round either of your shoulders to help him get up and walk to her clinic. You’re patting at him soothingly, “It’ll be alright, Ijichi, Shoko’s gonna fix you up properly in no time.” Ignorant to the low trundle of a growl that’s thrown your way.

To the way that Toji’s staring at your little group, unwavering, your arms around another man.

To the crackle of something bitter seeping into the air.

Though, Ijichi isn’t quite so ignorant to the daggers glared his way (it burned, that glare, and he faints in your arms before you manage to reach the clinic).

By the time you’re dropping your poor student off on the comfy white beds, making your way back out onto the field, Utahime was leading the group through the final cooling down exercises. Letting her take the lead, you sit yourself down on one of the benches near her and sigh.

Goodness, it was a big facility and that trip had unexpectedly taken quite a bit out of you. 

Your limbs were heavy, long rabbit ears damped with perspiration and pushed back. Without thinking much of it, your hands reach out to where you think you remember Utahime throwing down your towel earlier (at least, she had before you’d left)- only for your fist to close around…nothing.

“Huh?” Straightening up, you look around the vast wooden bench. It had your active bags, your change of clothes, your props for activities done during the physical sessions. Everything and anything but that damned towel- “I could have sworn…”

“Hey, everything alright?” Utahime asks, it seems that she’d just finished up her cool down. The class was dispersing as they wished, chattering, ribbing, taking their time to get ready for the next unit of the day.

Utahime squirts a stream of water into her mouth and walks up to you, to which you’re nodding your head. “No, I mean- yes? Everything’s alright, it’s just- have you seen my towel anywhere?”

She giggles, “The one with your scent swatch on it?”

“The one with my scent swatch on it.” You deadpan, “I just can’t seem to find it anywhere.”

And it’s only then that the knits her brows, expression turning into one of slight concern. “Huh? I could’ve sworn that I put it there when you left with Shoko and Ijichi, maybe it blew away in the wind somehow?”

You’re looking up at the windless morning, drier than the Sahara. “Maybe…”

“Or maybe one of the students accidentally took it?” She suggests, yet it was futile to have the two of you looking around from here. Class was dismissed for the time being, and there was no way of tracking down every single person and their towels. With a slightly lighter tone, “Or maybe Shoko actually took it- y’know, to experiment on.” She nods in the direction of the building, “C’mon, lets go bug her for more towels - the nice ones with the flowers on them.”

“In a few days there’ll be some clones of me running around.” You get up.

You never did find out where that towel went, and you never did think about it much after that day, either.

Toji Fushiguro, however?

Oh, that damn towel was all that helped him make it through the night. Fuck—with his nose pressed against the fabric that was soaked with all your sweetened, lavendar smell- and his hand pressed underneath his boxers and furiously pumping his cock.

Toji’s elongated canines dig into the towel and he keens your name like a prayer.

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Day 4 of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM.

Toji Fushiguro was late.

When he hadn’t showed up to the facility hours before class was supposed to start, you didn’t worry too much. When he hadn’t showed up precisely at 8:00AM on the dot, well, you were getting somewhat intrigued but you still didn’t worry too much.

But when it was 1:47PM and Toji Fushiguro still wasn’t here?

Alright…now you were getting a bit irritated. Because at the very least, students would call the reception to let them know that they weren’t coming in for the day - but this bastard hadn’t bothered to even do that! Not even the slightest heads-up!

Of course, it was the principal of the matter and not because you were disappointed or anything.

No, not at all. Not at all.

You just liked your classes to be at full attendance, that’s what. 

But having no Toji Fushiguro didn’t break your classes. In fact, one could argue that they’d gone even smoother today than usual.

You’d gone through the morning drills without him, you’d showered up and made it through a few readings and testimonies without him, you’d just turned off the endings credits of a documentary and was about to start an entirely new lesson without him.

“And today’s lesson will be on Muzzles 101, for this I have actually acquired a real-life muzzle.” Lifting the strappy, clinking metal thing from your desk for the entire class to see—to be quite honest, this was one of your favorite parts of the syllabus. “As you might be able to tell, this muzzle in particular is intended to fit the canine type of hybrid. But of course, there are many different types of-”

BANG!

“Missed me, bunny?”

But of course, only when Toji Fushiguro was missing did you realize how much it felt like something was missing without him.

And there he stood now, with his towering body filling out the doorframe- lungs heaving, vibrating with adrenaline, sweater haphazard as if he’d simply sprinted the entire way here.

You’re looking up at him and you swear you can see slight dark circles underneath his eyes - he didn’t seem to have had a restful sleep last night, hm? Wonder what kept him up like that?

“You’re late.” Oh-so-welcomingly, you state.

He smirks, “Fashionably so.”

Not responding to his hook, you’re turning back to the class that was watching the interaction with bated breath. “And as our latecomer, how about we have Mr. Fushiguro here give us a real-life demonstration as to wearing a muzzle?”

“I’d like to see you fucking try- fuck!”

The class erupts in agreement, and before Toji Fushiguro - who’s never been talked down to, who’s never been tugged down by the collar of his sweater and  had a fucking muzzle clipped on him in all the thirty odd years of his life - even knows what’s happening, he’s worshipping you at your feet.

Literally.

Hooking your fingertips into the mesh-like covering of his dog muzzle, you’re hauling Toji right down to his knees. Right down to the floor. Right down at your feet.

And he doesn’t resist.

Why the fuck would he ever resist?

You place one of your palms on top of his silky black hair, scratching behind his wolf’s ears as if he was nothing but a docile dog. A pet. “And here—” Announcing to the class, the leans in at the edges of their seats to take a better look. “-we have a wolf hybrid in a muzzle- hah! Put a muzzle on and some big, bad wolf he is.”

Through the bars of his muzzle, Toji darkly growls—

“Down, boy.” Through a grin, you’re narrowing your eyes down at Toji. “You’re supposed to be good when the muzzle’s on, don’t you know?”

“Oh yeah? Let me out n’ I’ll show you what’s good-”

Pulling lightly on his soft hair, “What’s that?”

He doesn’t answer - but he doesn’t snap back anything mouthy, either. If you’d known that Toji Fushiguro could be so good for you like this, then you might’ve put the muzzle on even sooner if you were being quite honest.

“And now-” Fuck, what’s next? Toji can only look up as you continue to speak- continue to make a fool of him- continue to raise your dominant hand up past your collarbones. Right up to that sweet next of yours, covered in scent patches that you were starting to peel off—“-for the ultimate temptation. Remember what this program is really about.”

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck, it can’t be.

You’re taking off that protective layer on the side of your throat, and just then…oh, just then Toji Fushiguro thinks he ascends to fucking heaven.

The most sultry, soft lavender scent bursts out into the room- even stronger than the pheromones that’d been stuck to your towel. It seems to haze over the dull classroom with an almost sparkly mist, and it seems to haze over Toji’s eyes with a film of lust.

Burning up.

Feverish.

He’d never been so gone over anyone else’s pheromones before. Never. 

His nails dig into the tough tile and leave claw marks-

But you’re looking at the students, some of whom were safely blocking their nostrils. “Pheromones are the ultimate temptation to any hybrid, it drives them wild, it makes them crave, it brings out carnal urges in us that are more animal than not.”

Finally, you look down at Toji.

Who sits with his head bowed, his chest panting.

Panting and panting.

Like a dog in heat- he was drooling from one side of his mouth and praying to anything holy that you couldn’t fucking see-

“As you can see, class, Mr. Fushiguro here is holding up rather exceptionally.” You’re saying- exceptionally? He wanted to laugh. To laugh and laugh. But more than that he wanted to fuck you silly right here and now- but ah, in the end he actually gets neither. Toji Fushiguro doesn’t laugh, and you’re plastering on your scent patches once more. “Now, in the real world we don’t always have the luxury of scent patches. In times such as these we hybrids…”

Toji seems to crouch even deeper on his knees, hunching in on himself almost. He’s sure that those other bastards in the classroom are probably gawking at his submissiveness right now- let them think what he wants.

His tail swishes the floor, ears listening for the whispers. He doesn’t give a fuck.

He wasn’t caving in because he was fucking submissive or some other shit- no. Toji was down on his knees and practically humping your feet in front of an entire group, all because he’s never been harder in his entire life.

“-can try it out for yourselves should you so wish to later on.” And you were oblivious to the entire thing—oh, pretty bunny, how he wanted to rip you apart. Inch by inch. 

Just from the briefest second of your scent.

You’re getting into the proper lesson by now, throwing out the history of muzzles in relationship with hybrids whilst absent-mindedly patting Toji’s head. He leans into your touch and you falter mid-speech, ears twitching in every direction, you swear you could’ve smelt a faint sweetness in the air.

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Day 5 of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM.

On the last day of the program, Toji Fushiguro didn’t attend at all. 

Perhaps the demonstration yesterday had taken it too far? But you’d asked him about it, and Toji had insisted that it was something he enjoyed doing—

“Next time, though, that’s gonna be you, bunny-”

“You wish.”

After all, it had been part of the syllabus, too, and the rest of the class had been eager to jump onto wearing the muzzle and tempting each other with their pheromones. So you didn’t think that it was exactly that.

Or perhaps he didn’t find the program useful at all and didn’t want to waste his time on it any longer? 

This program in particular was showered with praise and rave reviews, but you understood that it might not resonate with everyone. In that case, there were refunds and extension packages for particularly difficult students - and Toji didn’t exactly strike you as the type to leave something half-finished.

Or perhaps…perhaps you didn’t know.

He didn’t let the reception know he was about to be absent. He didn’t give you any notice that he’d be quitting.

It might just have been something in his personal life that you weren’t exactly privvy to - you were just his program teacher, after all. And after today (and the graduation ceremony, which was really more of a formality than anything) tomorrow, you weren’t going to be even that.

Someone to lecture him on the etiquette of his displays of dominance, someone to tease and rile up.

Some bunny.

And yet, you couldn’t help but wonder.

Which might just have been (though you didn’t entirely admit it to yourself) why you found yourself working late into the night on the fifth day of the program - the first day of Toji’s disappearance. Along in your office. In the dead of night.

If he wasn’t going to attend anymore, then you might as well drown that pang of disappointment in work. 

You’re tap-tap-tapping away at your computer, eyes glazed over after so many hours staring into it. All the words were starting to slur together into an unreadable language now, and that was likely not a good sign.

You needed sleep.

You’re leaning back on your chair with a sigh, massaging your eyes with the mountainous front of your palms. Whispering, “Fuck…” You look outside your window for the briefest second- and only then do you realize that the world outside was being kissed with a slight drizzle of rain. “God, how long have I even been here?”

You look back down at your computer screen, as bright as day: 12:07AM.

Yaga was going to kill you - he always did preach on about ‘healthy work-life balances’, and this was anything but balanced. You guessed you’d just mark your student register for the day and get the hell out of here- but ah, the rain…

“It’s fine.” Clicking away at the ticks that denoted someone had been present - and they all had been today, except for one. “It’s not raining too bad so I’ll just run to my car or…”

Toji Fushiguro’s name wasn’t the first on the register, now even the last.

And yet, you had no explanation as to why you palm kept scrolling you back to his name each time. That stupid, stupid name—‘Fushiguro, Toji’—even that seemed to be smirking at you.

Perhaps out of frustration, perhaps out of hidden desire, perhaps out of utterly nothing else to do- you click on it. That name. That medical page compiled by Shoko that you were taken to whenever you clicked on a student’s name, with all the information that you’d ever need on them.

You’d skimmed Toji’s profile once before, right before the program had started as you were trying to familiarize yourself with the students.

But now, something about it felt…different.

More personal.

More intimate.

Name: Fushiguro, Toji

Age: 30’s

Sex: Male

Height: 6’2+

Hybrid type: Canis lupus

Status: Unmated.

Other notes: It is important that the subject is of impressive size and weight, even for the Canis lupus (potential subspecies mix of Canis lupus occidentalis). And it is even more important to note that the subject is aware and, one might even argue, cocky about this fact.

You snort at that last line.

Black, silky coat that is well taken care of. Long legs. Considerable muscular mass. Irritable temperament puts him on the radar for potential disruption and displays of dominance. Keen senses. Exceptional speed. STRONG ruts.

And that line? You’re reading over those last two words at least eight times to make sure you got it right - it would’ve been one thing to know that Toji Fushiguro had strong ruts, it’s another thing to have Shoko capitalize, embolden, and underline those two words.

And this was a woman who’d written the many, many profiles that you’d seen in your time working for the facility.

But you’d never seen her emphasize something quite like this?

You keep reading onwards-

Subject has a strong leakage of pheromones in the duration of his rut, which are stated to last for at least over a week, according to the subject. During this time he claims to be ‘crazed’ and ‘like a madman’, and due to the sheer severity of these ruts has never been known to take a mate.

Never?

Last known time of rut was five months ago.

Note to self: REMIND SUBJECT OF RUT!

A crash of wood somewhere in the distance. 

VERY EASILY TRIGGERED!

Footsteps.

AND POTENTIALLY COMING INTO RUT VERY SOON!

Through the silver flicker of lightning from outside, you can make out the shape of someone towering at your office door. Opened wide. His hands rested against the frame as if he was about to collapse any moment now- he cast a shadow over where you were seated, gripping the wooden panel so tight that you could hear the low crack!

And you already know who it is.

“T-Toji?” Your rabbit ears raise into the air, trying to catch any answer from him. When there’s none, you’re getting up from your chair and taking a cautious step forward. “Toji, what happened- why are you here at this time?”

Toji twitches as if the very sound of your voice jolted him to his very core, “All the better to meet you with, bunny.”

Rough.

Hoarse.

There was a primal rumble in his tone that made your legs press together - whether out of need or fear…It honestly didn’t even sound like your Toji- and you’re almost second-guessing your initial impression. Perhaps because of that, you’re taking yet another step forward. “Why are you standing there like that?”

“All the better to see you with, bunny.”

But did you honestly even need to ask?

Because one step - one step - is all it takes for Toji’s thick pheromones to immediately hit you. For your mind to whirl with the heady combination of sandalwood and crisp ice and need. Pure need.

It’s so strong that your body takes an immediate lurch backwards, shivering at the scent of a predator-type at his strongest - at his closest. “And why do you smell so…” The backs of your knees hit the stippled cushion of your chair, and you’re just about to topple onto the seat-

When the rabid wolf hybrid crosses the room in less than two strides, pulling you into his arms instead.

You’re hissing at the sheer heightened temperature of his body, as if he was overcome with a fever. Multiple fevers. All at once. His hands grip at your waist as though you were his sole lifeline, elongated claws tearing through your skirt with ease. His maw—

Oh, and his greedy, slobbering maw was wide open and mouthing at the swollen scent gland on the right side of your neck.

Toji’s needy canines finding your soft flesh and digging in—”All the better to eat you with, bunny.”

.

.

.

“P-pussy…” Toji’s feral jaw hangs open, globule upon globule of saliva leaking from his lips and through the metal muzzle he was wearing. It drips down the front of his t-shirt until that useless fabric was drenched, and you could make out each curve of his prominent pecs.

Heaving as if he’d just ran a marathon as you lean back on your office desk and spread your legs all wide open, like a feast, wafting out the sweetest pheromones from between, like a dessert. His favorite.

He’s watching as your puffy folds open up like the cutest lil’ blossom, two glistening petals that he wanted to lick clean of that syrupy slick. 

Hell- the mere scent of it was enough that he’s panting like a dog in heat.

As if hypnotized, as if a zombie, Toji’s dazedly leaning forwards—before you rest the tip of your high heel against his forehead. Pushing him right back where he came from, “Down, boy. Didn’t your momma ever teach you table manners?”

“Pussy-” He’s gripping onto either of your thighs with his roughened palms, “But- pussy.” Trying his very best to tug you forwards. “Need to taste that pretty pussy, bunnygirl- fuckin’ put her on my face, please.”

“Nuh uh, Toji.” Crossing your arms with a huff, “Honestly I should give you nothing n’ kick you out right now for crashing into my office like this-”

“Kick me out after—oh.” Toji’s damn lost for words as a glittery bead of slick gently drips out of you, it ends up on a pool in the desk- and he’s groaning at the fact that he can’t just surge over and lick it up right now.

Raising a brow, “And why should I?”

“B-because…” And Toji Fushiguro might be a wolf hybrid, but he’s peering up at you with such puppy eyes. Half-lidded eyes. Begging. Desperate. “Aw- n’ here I thought bunnies were the nice ones- won’t you hngh, give a poor, thirsty dog something sweet? Just one lil’ taste?”

“I dunno…” Grinning, “How thirsty?”

“So thirsty- so thirsty-” And with you loosening your heel on his head, he’s able to gluttonously plunge his sweaty face between your legs- just plunging and plunging. Craving and yearning. Gnawing down on the metal of his muzzle, and pressing its frigid texture against the front of your cunt. “This pussy- this pussy, oh, this pussy.”

The only thing on his fucking mind right now- he’s nudgin’ the metal restraints on his mouth against your folds. “Just one taste of her- I beg of you.” A primal sound rips from the back of Toji’s throat, and it’s enough to make every hair on your body stand on end. “Just one taste. Just- just one-” Just desperately lolling his lengthy tongue out and flicking it near the bars of his muzzle, where he’s but getting a single droplet of yours. “Fuck this damn thing- I’ll break through it if I have to- I’ll- I’ll—”

“Yes—?”

Shaking his black bangs out of his eyes, “I’ll kneel, I’ll beg-” He guessed he’d already accomplished the first two, Toji’s muzzle shoves against your puffy pussylips once more. “I’ll kill for it. I’ll die for it. I’ll eat this pussy out if it’s the only thing I can eat fer the rest of my life. I’ll keep this damn muzzle on and eat you out through this if I could-”

You throw head backwards with an arch, he was just aching—

“Then do it.”

And it’s all that Toji needs.

He doesn’t care if he’s wearing the canine muzzle anymore, he’s worked himself up into such a frenzy that all he needs is to throw your legs over his broad shoulders and kiss his puffy tongue against the bars. 

Shoving his tastebuds through one of the gaps in the bars. Crushing his muzzle between your legs- “C’mon.” Toji’s spitting into your open cunt, grunting as he just barely manages to flick your wet slit with his tastebuds. Bangs ruffling as he delves even deeper—“C’mon- c’mon- c’mon-”

After each determined pant of his, the wolf hybrid was bullying his muzzled face even deeper between your legs. An entirely new sensation with the way the cold metal was massaging your cunt, “O-oh, you really meant it, huh?”

And he doesn’t even answer.

You don’t think he even hears.

Nothing in his gone, rut-filled mind right about now but the problem of how he was finally going to taste you- and that’s when a sudden thought occurs to him.

Flattening his tastebuds against the muzzle, Toji’s somehow able to lick down the slit of your pussy. Moving his head in a loooooong up n’ down drag, he lets your juices fall all over his tongue and moans- “Pussy.”

Your skin erupts in goosebumps at the quivering tone of his voice, something oh-so-unsteady in it that makes your natural instincts scream at you.

Oh, but your body? 

Your body was bouncing up into Toji’s avid movements as if you were hypnotized by his tongue—“O-oh my god? How are you even managing to- fuck, it feels so good.” Shrilling out, your hamstring start to ache with how badly you were trying to get his tongue to go even deeper. Harder.

And you don’t even have to voice your concerns- because Toji’s slightly unlatching his mouth from your pussy and sniffing at the air. 

He could smell your need in your pheromones, he could smell it on your pussy. In no time, he was dragging you in by the waist until you’re being teetered on the very edge of the table. Slithering that long, slimy tongue alllll across your front- “Pussy.” He pants his mantra out, the buttony knob of his thumb coming up to press down on your clit then. “M’t-tasting your…” 

“Pussy- that’s right.” You’re babbling out, once more being jerked forwards by the needy man. “And that isn’t enough to soothe your thirst, Toji?” Not that you ever wanted him to stop.

“Fuck- you call that a taste?” He sounds almost offended, and you could tell- oh, you could tell that the real Toji Fushiguro wouldn’t be doing those cute lil’ kittenish licks at your folds. He wouldn’t just be teasing your sensitive core with these laps.

He was a wolf hybrid with a large bite. He wanted more.

Much, much more.

And by the way that those crescent fingernails of his were starting to dig at your sides, you could tell that Toji’s restraint was starting to wane. Slowly straining. Ebbing away.

Eating you out through that doggy muzzle, the more he’s crashing its metal fringes against your cunt- the more desperate he’s becoming to actually taste you. To plaster those pretty lips of yours against his entire face like he wanted to, “You call that ‘nough to satiate a thirst? You call- fuck, m’stil fucking dehydrated, bunny.” Pryin’ aside your folds to stare at your glistening hole, “And yer leaking all over.”

Your heeled feet twitch, “Are you saying you don’t want to-”

“No.”

Toji Fushiguro has never sounded more serious in his entire life. 

He’s urgently soothing his sizzlin’ tastebuds against the front of your core, “No no no no no-” Furiously motioning his head as if to make up for even the mere notion that he wouldn’t have this anymore. “I would never say that- never, fuck, a pussy like this and you think m’just gonna give her up so easily?”

Then the bars of his muzzle rub against your sensitive clit and make you gasp, “Then what-”

“M’just saying that m’thirsty, mama.” Toji growls, hooking his thick thumb on the inside of your entrance. He’s using his mean tip to stretch-stretch-streeeetch you widely open - so close and yet so far. “Predator-type hybrids have a laaaaarge appetite, y’know that, bunny?” He’s probin’ his stare up at you, watching your every lewd expression. “Heh, I could eat a cute lil’ bunny like you right up- so look at her.”

Spitting. You’re whining at the sudden impact, and Toji damn near does, too, as he looks down upon the mess he made n’ won’t be able to lick right up.

“And look at me.” The mesh of his muzzle scratches a carnal itch that you didn’t even know you had, “Fucking look at me.” There’s a certain way that he says it - as if his voice had suddenly veered octaves higher without control. As if he was shaking. As if he’d just gone crazed. “Can’t you see that m’acting like a damn dog here?”

Making you dizzy with both his filthy words and his filthy movements, “Oh, fuck- you really are-”

Dragging his handsome face on the sheeny insides of your thighs, he was just so close but so far. Begging. “My bunnygirl- my pretty bunny- pretty girl-” Canines peeking out, “What do you want me to do? What can I do to get ya to hop on my face n’ let me taste it?”

Your heart races at the way you had the Toji Fushiguro babbling for your pussy like this - if anyone else could see him right about now then they’d faint. “Then—” He’s excitedly bucking against your leg, humping his throbbing erection on your calf. “-bark like you want it.”

Toji Fushiguro’s mouth drops.

Toji Fushiguro’s hulking body twitches. Processing what you’d just told him.

And then he opens his scarred mouth and—lets out a low, growling bark.

Oh, you’ve never been wetter.

Still reeling with the sound in your ears - oh, you almost wish you’d recorded it - you’re mindlessly reaching a hand out and unhooking Toji’s muzzle. The most juvenile of locks that’d kept him barred. The easiest fix, now falling to the floor.

At least, you think it falls to the floor.

You honestly don’t see anything past unhooking the muzzle lock- before Toji’s on your cunt with his mouth, his lips, his fingers.

Two thrusts with his watering tastebuds, another thrust with his pointed index.

“Hold still.” It’s all you hear before your body arches at the sheer thickness of his tongue shoving past your swollen pussylips and fucking your hole raw. Ravenous. His slicked tip swabs against your insides, and you could feel each nubbed tastebud dragging against your every orifice.

And how could you not move? You’re being thrust forwards with the pressure - just the slightest few inches - but even that seemed to be too much for the wolf hybrid. He’s pinning his free hand down on your thigh…“Hold still.”

In and out. In and out

Toji isn’t even warming up- hell, he isn’t even taking the time to breathe before he shoves himself nose-deep between your jittery legs. 

Like he wouldn’t even mind suffocating, he’s eating you out like a man that’d been starved for eons. 

“P-pussy—” Toji echoes out his very same mantra, and you honestly don’t know which one of you was more gone by this point. 

Gulping in each sweet, sweet ounce of your slobber- “So this is what you taste like.” His tone cracks on that little sentence, “This is what wh-what your pussy feels like against my lips.” The breathy exhale that leaves him is almost reverent, it buzzes against your tender folds and you’re shrilling out at the shockwaves of pleasure. “What the fuck she tastes so- sweet.”

Your eyes snap open, and you’re staring down at the flushed man. “Sweet?”

“I can see your cute bunny ears twitching- heh, you like that.”

You’re whining as he drags you closer, until you’re almost resting fully on his face, only for him to take deeper whiffs of your cunt.

“And s’not just the rut, she just smells so damn good, too.” Toji blabbers out, not letting a single slick wad escape his ravenous mouth. With the crowned tops of his fingers, he’s smearing apart your hole. “And she sounds so- uh huh- whatever you say, kitty.” As if in the middle of a conversation, he’s nodding and spitting down another sticky web on your core. 

With his upper lip glued to the top of your entrance, he’s alternating between letting his fingers and his tongue shovel inside—

“Kitty’s sayin’ she’s never met another like me, either.”

“Now you’re just b-boasting.” Sobbing out. Nose pressing against your clit, he’s using this lecherous position to breathe in the cute bunny pheromones wafting from you.

“So fuckin’ sweet.” More to himself than anything, “It should be illegal to have such a pretty pussy- is this, fuck, some sorta test?”

“If this was a test, then you’d have failed a long time ago.” You’re letting your chin hit your chest, gazing down at Toji’s ministrations. He was thrusting his tongue so rapidly into your entrance that it looked like nothing but a needy, pinkish blur between your legs. Almost experimenting, you ask him. “Bark again, Toji?” And he does- oh, he does. Grinding against your legs as he shoved himself even deeper. “I th-thought you wanted only one taste?”

But the man beneath you only seems to smile, “Oh, I did just have one taste.” And he’s waiting for you to get just a lil’ stupider on his velvety tongue, “This is one taste.” He presses a wiiiidely opened kiss against your cunt, hot and wet. “And this is one more.” With the audacity to press another. “And one more-” And another. “Oooone more-” Another.

“Should’ve kept that muzzle on you…” You’re wailing, not meaning it a single bit. You both know that that muzzle wouldn’t have stopped him for a single second.

Thrash after vicious thrash, before you’re aching to have him reach your g-spot- and Toji, it seems, senses this. 

Because just then, he’s pulling back his prolonged tongue with such a weeeeeeeeeet slurp.

“And you’re leaking all over- do bunnies like water?”

Just to make sure, Toji bubbles out yet another wad of saliva that gently splats down on your cunt. Rubbin’ along the wetness of it, he’s using it as lubrication to try and fit three entire fingers inside of you.

Inch by solid inch.

The rotund areas of his joints driving you positively wild, they’re opening up every hidden orifice inside of you. Whether inside or outside, not matter how much you try to clench or buck or whine—your cunt gobbles Toji’s fingers up with a wet sluuuuuurp. “If not, better plug her up then.” His wide tongue flops out to catch the speckles of slick that kept splashin’ out, “More f’me- oh, this pussy.”

“Shit- stretching me out so much.” You’re seeing white as his ridged digits scour their way inside, stretching your elastic channel out wiiiiide. “You’re seriously- three?”

“Four.”

Of course, a fourth finger was mazin’ its way inside now - tugging aside your bloated folds so that he could slickly slide along your walls with the rest of them. Everywhere that Toji had mapped out with his tongue earlier, he was now fully committing to memory with his fingers.

“Hafta.” He gurgles out, dry humping your leg whilst he eats you out. “If she’s gonna take my knot then I need- hah, at least four.”

Your eyes damn near bulge out of your scalp, “Your knot is…seriously that big? How can one even th-think of fitting it-”

“Well, yer gonna be the first.”

“Oh—” Head throwing back, you’re bawling out at the constant rhythmic thump-thump-thump of him reaching every hidden spot and cranny. And like a damn dog in heat, he’s lapping and lapping away his sticky tongue on top of your clit. “M’not gonna last-”

Those pinkish tastebuds covered with a glazy layer of saliva and slick, with ribbons that always connect you to him. “Mmmm—”

He’s flexing his tongue down to juuuust press on your knobbly clit, and the pleasure is so much that Toji has to hold you down with his second hand on your thighs. Slithering all the way to the back of your ass so that he can grope you, “Sit down, bunny.” Such a mean command- whilst the inches of Toji’s fingers were scouring inside your walls to find…your g-spot. Easily.

He wastes no time directly pinpointing that particular spot and stroking it with his fingers.

Well—bashing it, more likely.

Because Toji was meeeeeean with his movements, he was impatient. He could feel you growing wetter and wetter- and took it upon himself to hit your g-spot feverishly. Pushing, poking, probing. “Heh, what a magical spot…fuck.” Jaw unhinging even wider open, he just couldn’t stop kissing your wet pussy. “Magical magical pussy- oh, I love you, kitty.”

“T-Toji—” With a twitch, you’re clawing at his sweaty scalp. “Don’t think m’gonna last very soon- actually, I think m’gonna-”

“Awww, how cute-” He eyes the way you’re shivering all over on his tongue, “-the bunny hops.”

“F-fuck off—fuck!”

Jaw dropping.

Head turning dizzy.

Your voice shatters into a million tones as you’re finally reaching your high, white-hot pleasure bursting behind your eyelids. Pulse thundering, it felt as though your entire body was burning up- almost as hot as Toji’s was.

His sizzling tongue, his scorching fingers that pushed n’ pushed n’ pushed away at your g-spot to drag you through your incredible high. 

“C’mon, kitty kitty~” The wolf hybrid whispers between your folds, plump lips wrapping around your clit and streeeeeetching out that sensitive nub. “Be nice to ‘er, mmm, give her a good one.” With each movement between your legs, Toji’s only growing greedier to take over your orgasm - make sure that it’s giving you the utmost pleasure

“It already feels so- oh.” And just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, Toji’s second hand is lifting off of your bottom to pinch your clit meanly.

Making you genuinely shake through your wave of bliss-

“C’mon c’mon c’mon-” His fingers plummet in thoroughly, hooking up to leave a few cute bruises on the roof of your cunt. “-gotta get ‘er loosened reeeeal nicely, have her stretched out to- to take my knot.”

Just the mere mention of that is making you sputter, and you’re finally managing to blink your teary eyes open as the strongest of your high peters out. The aftermath of it still shook you to your core, but at least you can manage to speak- “The knot that is…f-four fingers big, Toji?”

“Well…” As he was eating you out, Toji was still humping your calf. “-s’still gonna be a bit of a biiiig stretch with four fingers. But you can take it, can’t you, mama?”

Oh…

And when he’s sure that your orgasm has completely passed, when he’s sure he can no longer feel your cunt quivering with the peaks of your high, when he’s sure he’s overstimulated you by thrusting into you for just a bit longer—Toji’s pulling his fingers out of you and unlatching his mouth with a sopping mwah!

You’re trembling at the sudden loss of him filling you up.

Toji takes one look at his thick, slick-glazed fingers- and he’s plunging them between his scarred lips and slurping off the excess remnants. “Mmmm, can’t let a single drop go to waste.” That said, Toji’s finally - finally - rising from his kneeling position on the floor.

All tall and strong and needy.

A predator that’d finally cornered his prey.

He’s yanking his t-shirt off. He’s whipping his belt off. 

He’s so damn tight in his boxers that he actually has to stick a thumb over the hemline of his baggy pants and put some force- pulling it down. Boxers and all.

And oh.

Oh.

You can’t help but let your eyes widen, jaw dropping.

You weren’t getting out of this alive, were you?

The very moment that he’s freed from his boxers, Toji’s aching hot length springs out and hits his chiselled abs with a smack! Smearing a long, long line of pre that you almost wanted to reach out and smear- his red-hot tip was sensitive enough that just your stare makes him twitch.

He just kept on droolin’ away the milky lines of his sap. 

All the way from his flared mushroom tip throbbing rapidly, down the zig-zagging veins that puffed out proudly, down to the tuft of curly hairs that ended at his base, his ballsack. And already, you could see an extra extra thickness formulating at Toji’s hilt, where his knot was bound to grow.

And was that—

You gasp, “Toji, your boxers are drenched in white-”

“I know.” He grunts out, as if it pained him. Though the slight smirk on his face told an entirely different story, his rugged thumb wafts over the few pearls of white dappling his length. “I know- that kitty made me cum just by eating her out. How’s that for a needy dog?”

Oh, fuck.

All nine inches of him (hell, likely even ten if you measured properly) was achingly hot and pulsating to be inside of you. This very second.

Looking up at him - naked, needy - after staring down for so long made quite the difference. You’re remembering just how intimidating this wolf hybrid is. And something revealed in the pheromones you’d given off makes him crack a sultry smirk. “C’mere bunny.”

Instinctually, your body’s lurching backwards for escape-

Only for Toji to grasp your rabbit ears using one of his hands, dragging you off the table with them.

“M-my ears!” You’re yelping, though not quite in pain, rather…something else entirely. Clawing up at Toji’s strong forearms as he’s twisting you ‘round by the ears, making your front face the table, his erection pushed up against your ass. 

Thick and throbbing.

You could feel the way he was throbbing furiously as your heated pussylips splashed slick all over him. “Such finicky creatures, always wanna run. Don’t you know that you won’t be able to outrun me?” 

“Toji, mm, don’t you know that my ears a s-sensitive?” Even now, the slightest rub against them made you lose your mind, and Toji - that bastard - was running his calloused thumb all down the soft insides of your ears. Driving you positively wild—

“Ears schmears.” Rolling his eyes with a gruff grunt, he guides a second hand to cup his thickened hilt. Smearing apart your swollen folds with it, he’s sandwiching himself in with your cunt. “Don’t think I don’t know how horny ya get when I pull on ‘em a little, bunny.”

“Horny?” You gape.

“Mhmm—think I can’t smell it on ya?”  As if to prove his point, his nostrils flare to heave in your saturated sunny lavender scent - and it’s like the more volume he’s intaking, the rougher he becomes, the more he’s rutting against that wet pussy of yours. “I can—fuck, I can. That day in class-”

Pushing his veiny shaft right up against your geysering orifice, just the slightest change in angle and he’d be stuffing you full with no mercy. “Oh, fuck-”

“I could smell it on ya, so fucking strong- you got so damn soaked that you were practically announcing it to the class that cute Miss Bunny liked to be thrown around.” Dragging and draaaaagging his hot, sloppy cock against your front. “She liked to be manhandled a little. Liked it rough- and that kitty of hers likes it even more.”

Bawling, “P-please, Toji.”

“And guess what?”

“What?”

“I would’ve killed any other bastard that found out about it.”

Your ears twitch in his grasp, and he’s leaning down to press a slight kiss on top of them. Something that makes you utter out, “No one knows- hck! no one but you.”

“Good.” You could practically hear the grin in his voice, the way his plump cockhead only seemed to throb even bigger. “Because I have a secret of my own, bunnygirl.”

“What’s that?”

“That day was exactly what threw me into rut.”

Oh.

And before you know it, you’re being spearheaded by Toji’s massive cock- swirlin’ his tip around the outer rim of your hole a few times. Around and aroooooound until your pupils are whirling in much the same way in the whites of your eyes.

Sliding his sultry way between those puffy lips of yours and inside—

“Oh.” Toji’s scarred mouth gapes open, Toji’s muscular body wracks with such powerful shivers. In a split-second - so fast that you don’t think he’s even thinking about it - he has one had white-knuckling those damn sensitive ears of yours. “O-ohhhhh, wait a minute. Hold on, bunnygirl.”

And then he’s snapping his toned hips to yours with such force that it sends you springing further up on your desk, sending important documents fluttering and falling all around you.

Scrambling to hold onto something for dear life, “Oh my god-”

“I said fuckin’ hold on.”

“But I didn’t-”

But when Toji Fushiguro tells you to hold you, you better know that he means it - otherwise you’re finding yourself simply drooling on the size of his monstrous cock, being limply manhandled downwards with one hand of his on your waist, and the other on your ears.

Grabbing those silky appendages and using it to yank you down- “Where’s the rush, little bunny?” And you could’ve sworn that Toji’s words were slurring, they were stumbling over one another. Scalding hot breath wafting your neck, right where your tender scent glands throbbed. “Got somewhere to be? Don’t run from the big, bad wolf, little bunny.”

“Oh my- ngh.” With another inch shovelled deep into your orifice - Toji doesn’t care whether you’re struggling to take him right about now, doesn’t care whether your sultry cunt was bulging with the size of him already.

He had one hand on your ears tuggin’ you back and forth like a ragdoll, meeting your hips with rude—hard hammer. Push after push.

Barely even proper thrusts, to be honest, you had Toji’s mind scrambled with just the slightest clench of your raw pussy. And he was fucking shaking as he held onto your body - for dear life, just as you were, not that he’d damn admit it - rutting against you like a damn dog. And he panting, too, as if he’s run a mile and suddenly his slick drool was pouring out in bucketloads against the side of your throat. “Come and play- hah, I’ve heard that bunnies like it quick and hard but come n’ play with the big, bad wolf a little…”

“And how m’I supposed to play when you do it like-” You’re whining at the sudden tug at your ears once more, not fully under his lecherous use to keep you bouncing back on his cock. “-this, ngh?”

“Why…don’t you know that wolves like it a little rough?”

And just as roughly as he swabbin’ away at your insides with his length, that velvety tip of his was just curved perfectly to push into even your tiniest orifice. To stretch you wide open. To bury himself even deeper even though you were sure his sheer size couldn’t.

And the more inches that were finding its way stuffed deeeeeep inside your pussy, the more and more that Toji was losing his composure. 

“Little bunny- oh, my bunny—” As if it was his own personal mantra, or he was a broken record player on repeat. 

Toji was so damn pussydrunk with only a few vicious thrusts, that he didn’t even like the way your body would bounce away with the recoils of his thrusts. And he’s pinning you down with everything he can- hell, he’s hiking up one of his meaty thighs to rest on the top platform of your desk and probing.

Muttering, almost to himself with how breathy and quiet it was. “Come back t’me- don’t run away- oh, don’t run away.” A few more inches find themselves mazing between your gummy walls, and your eyes roll back from the stretch. Still not properly bottomed-out yet. “The resistance- fuck, I’ve gotta get rid of this resistance.”

Because your entrance juuuust big enough for him to do a valiant job in trying to fit inside. And he needed it to be bigger. Needed you to fit more…

“C’mon- this pussy.” Toji’s struck with the idea to snake his left hand between your trembling legs, swiping away at your pulsating clit. “K-kiiiiitty, her cute clit didn’t feel neglected by me, did she?” Scissoring you wider open, he giggles at the way they almost look like bunny ears. “Oh, my apologies, mama, now m’here and you just-” Each word punctuated with the more precise thwack! of his hips, “-have- to- take it, alright?”

“Take it take it take it-” Babbling away, you’re just fucked so utterly stupid on his cock by now.

“So you’re gonna take it all?” And it was a serious question. It was a question that could honestly break Toji Fushiguro right now- fuck, when did he get so weak? “Take it so that you can t-take my knot, too?”

“Oh—” So that’s what he’d been carnally hankering for this entire time, “It’s j-just so much—” You’re blabbering out, throat feeling as if it was cracking underneath all the pressure. In your hazy vision, you’re seeing stars as the wolf hybrid starts plunging his reddened tip against that favorite spot. The rotund end of his shaft tapping at your insides, sliding his velvety inches all inside and inside and inside. “Oh my god, there’s so much- what if I can’t fit your-”

“So much?” Toji breathes out a chuckle, “So much? Bunny, if this is so much- then I don’t wanna know how full you’ll feel when I finally fuck you pregnant.” 

You gawp, “You’re gonna fuck me pregnant-”

“Patience, bunny, no need to beg. Of course, I am.” The audacity of him- to twist your words and then have a snicker about it. Before a staggering probe of his length leaves you utterly speechless, “But before that we’ve still got a loooong way to go, don’t you know?”

Clawing at your desk, though the effort was futile. You could feel yourself slipping down his fat cock even deeper, with such lecherous squelches. “But y-you’re a wolf, and I’m a rabbit. I don’t know how it’ll even fit-”

“Oh, it’ll fit.”

He sounded oh-so-sure of himself, and you weren’t sure how - especially for a wolf hybrid that was currently rabid on your cunt. Ravenous for it. 

Blushing, perspiring, swearing any time you clenched too hard. 

But soon enough you’re getting your answer either way, because Toji’s giving a good swat at your clit- planting a final half-thrust between your legs before he’s finally bottoming out.

Finally.

“See…see?” He hisses through his teeth, canines bared and drooling right above your scent glands. “Who did you fuckin’ think I am- see? Told you I’ll make it fit.” Toji didn’t fucking care if you were still getting used to the feeling of him poking at your lungs, because he was already moving.

Already pounding you dizzy.

Already snapping his eyes down at your cunt and smiling at the way your folds were puckering whenever he pulled out and in. Taking him sloppily. Every inch of him. All the way from his slicked-up mushroom tip, and doooooown to his veiny hilt. His knot hadn’t started to formulate just yet, but he guessed that it would be soon. “Said you won’t be able to take me but you did—tha’s my girl.”

“Your girl- your girl, mmm.” All you can do at this point is surrender to the way that his pointed jackhammers felt, the force so hard that it was lifting your feet off the floor. 

“See how- fuck- well you’re taking me? See how yer made to be fucked full- by me? Stuffed with all my kids, fuck?” Toji grunts out, emptying his gluey wads of pre at your cervix. “Don’t hop away from me, cute lil’ bunny- fuck back into your Toji—yes.” Just so rough that your hips were quivering after each movement, even the slightest gyration back.

You could genuinely feel the vibrations of him bottoming-out with a hollow thud! at the very bottom of your pussy, “Do you feel me at your throat?” Burrowing his bruising tip in hard—“At your brain? Shuffling that pretty lil’ head of y-yours around, am I?”

“Oh my- ngh.” Shaking, you’re feeling so limp by now. 

“Yeahhh, proved my point.”

He still had that one hand down on your clit, getting drenched in the arousal that kept on spraying out of you. “S’okay, mama, you don’t have to think about anything but- ngh, baby names right now- ya hear me?”

Absent-mindedly babbling, “Baby…names…”

And that’s when he’s dragging you so far back by your bunny tears that your spine is arching into him- head against Toji’s prominent collarbone, your spittle coming out like a waterfall, your cunt being impaled by his thick length and ending up…right at your g-spot.

“Oh fuh-fuck—!” You’re keening, body flailing almost out of control had you not been pinned down by Toji’s hefty weight.

“Oh, fuh-fuck?” He’s saying, and it takes you a few more vulgar thrusts to realize that he’d just repeated what you said. Toji’s lower lip juts out in a mocking pout, “I don’t think s’a a good name for a baby, bunnygirl- too inappropriate, ngh, no?”

You’re gritting your teeth, cursing his mean words out in your mind - at least, whatever rational part of it was left. Using that, you’re still able to get your hips to fuck back into his- the flared line of his slit just perfectly rubbin’ against your sweetest spots. “Oh- r-right there, Toji.”

Again and again. 

It’s a pleasure that’s so overwhelming that you almost don’t hear his distant scoff- “Toji?” And you’re almost about to ask what was wrong before- “Mmm, but that’s my name, bunny, and you really wanna give it to our kid?”

“I’m going to fucking kill y-”

“Or maybe Toji Junior?” Toji crinkles his nose in thought, as if he wasn’t properly ravaging and ravaging your goopy insides until they felt all red and raw. “Hmmm…not a fan- what else have ya got up in that- ngh, pretty mind of yours, mama?” With absolutely no warning, the hand that’d been drawing circles at your clit suddenly piiiiinches that nub.

Drags it all out until you’re just shrilly whining, “Fuck, I think it’s coming-” And then comes out a garbled mess of moans and tears as you’re flashing through to your second high of the night.

This one comes to you suddenly, without any of the blissful crackles that usually preceded your orgasms - but you had to admit that this one was the strongest. The hardest. The sloppiest one you’ve ever encountered in your entire life.

You were so wet that even the slightest clench draws out a dampened sluuuurp from your pussy, piping out in dewdrops of cum that cling onto Toji’s shaft. His blushin’ hot tip reaches into your every corner, somehow bashing your g-spot exactly in time with your peaks.

“Mmm, bless you, bunny.” He’s replying, somewhat belatedly to your mess of noises. And even over the smacking of skin, you hear the exact moment that Toji’s coming to the realization. “Bless- blessing, oh—I think I have the perfect baby name, mm, bunnygirl.”

Blinking your teary eyes behind you, “And- and that is?”

“Megumi.”

You can’t deny that the thought of an actual baby name sends shivers down your spine, and you don’t need to think much of it before you’re looking over your shoulder and begging- “I-inside, Toji.” Sliding one of your hands down your front in emphasis, “Cum inside me if you want that- ngh, then…”

“Fucking hell-”

It’s just then with a few vicious plunges that Toji’s cumming, too. 

Stripe after stripe of his aching hot seed, it empties out in multiple layers against the back of your pussy. And you’re not sure whether you’re seeing white because of the sheer ecstacy or the sheer volume of him.

It’s so hot.

So wet.

Such sappy ribbons that lacquer a second gluey skin ‘round your channel, you can feel it splosh around you even with the tiniest movements. Thump-thump-thumped into your orifices inside by his cock.

He’s pumping out so many wads that they end up overspilling your cunt with almost no effort, a few dewy droplets that Toji has to scoop inside using his thickened thumb. “Fucking hell, you’re just begging to be fucked pregnant, aren’t you?” Snarling, he drives his hips even faster. “From the very beginning- begging to let me fill this kitty? Begging to be all r-roooooound and glowing with my child-”

You grab at the mahogany wood in front of you and he’s dragging you back-

“Begging to not leave this damn office until you’re carrying my child, hm?”

“Yes-” You gasp, “Yes yes yes yes—”

“Then get pregnant.” Toji grunts out, holding onto you- he moves on from your ears to grab at your fluffy tail and draaaaag you back, “Get pregnant get pregnant- get- fuck, you’re not thinking about tapping out yet, are you?”

Lolling your head against the table, in a puddle of your own drool. “N-no?”

“Good. Because I need you to say one thing, bun-” 

“And what is-”

“Knot.”

“Kn-ngh…” You can’t even finish that damned syllable—not when Toji’s then squeezing in the plump growth at his base like that. That firmness you’d been feeling pressed up against your cunt this entire time? That was none other than his knot.

Pushing and pushing.

Probing.

“C’mon- say it.” Toji reaches up a hand from your clit, lugging open your mouth. “Breathe in. breathe out. And saaaaaay it- knot.” Smushing your cheeks open, “Open yer mouth up real wide like this- yeah, now open those legs up real wide, too.”

“It’s actually fitting in-”

“Easy there- eeeeeasy there, don’t run.”

Sobbing out at the carnal stretch, “Knot- fuck—” Your eyes roll to the back of your head- you thought that Toji was big earlier, but you’d never felt anything like this. His rotund swelling, throbbing as he squeezes it inside of you with a wet plop! “You just made me take your-”

“Bet’cha never had something like this, hm? Now we know s’taking, bun.” He hums, tapping at the completely stuffed orifice of your cunt, filled to the brim, stuffed to every inch. “All safe n’ sound- but…”

“But?” Still trying to catch your breath.

“But if it doesn’t take right now…heh, well-” 

And before you know it, Toji’s reached over to gnaw his long canines down your scent glands. He’s pricking his sharp edges against the soft tissue, tearing into them, biting into them. Your scent is his and his scent is yours, completely infused: mates, as it went.

All before he’d even finished his program, Toji’s saturated air puffs out of his own scent glands- body still frenzied, almost as if he was looking to go into overdrive—“-I read somewhere that you bunnies can go at it two-hundred times a day.”

You really weren’t making it out of this alive.

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Graduation Day of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM.

“It’s odd that madam bunny is late-”

“And on arguably the most important day of the program, too-”

“I hope she’s alright.” Ijichi looks nervously around the training field, as if willing you to manifest from behind a bush or so any second now. It was almost unnerving being here when you weren’t, always the first in class, always there to greet them.

Utahime herself was wringing her hands as she let her class mill about for the first portion of the day, peering at the building and the entrance from time to time. “Maybe…maybe we should just get on with it.” She says, much to the shock and disappointment of the class. A pondering silence falls over the beautiful day, “Perhaps she’s running late and shall get here before the graduation ceremony is over-”

“Maybe we should have someone call her residence and find out whether something’s wrong?” Surprisingly, it’s Ijichi that pipes up.

“Yeah, do that-”

“Oh maybe we should at the reception-”

“Oh, alright.” Utahime hums, “I’ll go call her, Ijichi you’re in charge of the class until I-”

“I’m here—!”

Ah, there. Ijichi smiles to himself in satisfaction, so there was really no need to call you anymore. 

Now you could carry on with the graduation as you were meant to, you could hand over the certificates, you could shake their hands with that pretty smile of yours, you could- you could speed-walk up to them with a certain wolf-hybrid on a leash.

Ijichi’s eyes damn near bulge out of his skin—a certain wolf hybrid on a leash?

Yes, the next time you’re walking back to your program, it’s with Toji Fushiguro on a leash.

The whispers burst out instantly-

“Oh my god- is that…someone certainly graduated alright.”

“So they have that kind of relationship? Look at the bite marks on her neck-”

“Wait, why is seeing the big, bad wolf all tame like this kinda…”

“Sorry I’m late.” You’re announcing, slightly out-of-breath with the added weight of your new companion. You’re twisting your hands in the tough material of the leash, one end of it held by you, and the other attached to the brand-new red collar wrapped around Toji’s neck.

His lightly grunting underneath his breath when you tug, snarling through his oh-so-favorite muzzle. And even the restraint wasn’t enough to stop some of the attendees from taking a step or two back, “A little someone was a bit…distracted and didn’t want to come to graduation- I convinced him, though. But I had to bring him in like this, ah- y’know.” They look at your slightly-trembling legs, they look at your glowing beauty, they look at the garish bonding mark on the side of your throat…and they can already guess what type of distraction that had been.

Oblivious to the roar of whispers (almost) you’re looking from your stunned class to your stunned colleague, her lips parted. “So it was a mating ritual—oh my god Shoko owes me two thousand yen.” Utahime reaches for her phone to call up Shoko this time, babbling something about coming down to the field right now.

“That’s not what you should be asking.” Toji pipes up for the first time, making nearly everyone freeze in place at his rough baritone. 

 In amusement, his tail swishes- his hand reaches up to your marked throat, your swollen scent glands (no longer covered), “Easy boy.”

“M’just saying.” Before finally coming at rest in front of you, in front of just where he’d filled that pretty womb of yours last night. “There are better questions to be asking now, heh.”

“L-like what?” Ijichi, bravely, is the only one to ask.

Oh, poor Ijichi…

“Like ‘boy or girl?’”

A/N. Two Toji fics in a (not quite) row?! GAAAAAASP- also I wrote this between an 18-hour powercut erm.

“Oh, thank fuck! You have no idea how much I appreciate it, man.” Kusakabe bellows in celebration, and Shiu’s forced to lean his head away from the speaker if ever he valued his ear drums.

Atsuya Kusakabe was a farmer specializing in hybrids just like Shiu was, though his friend had taken it a step further and raised only bulls on his farm. Though he really did reconsider this friendship when the other was trying to pawn off one of his biggest bulls on him for a few days.

In his bemused wonderment at his friend, Shiu almost doesn’t register the soft nudge of something against his open palm. Something warm, something silky. He snaps his head down- and a sudden smile spreads across his face as he realizes just who it was.

You’d wandered off from your cosy lil’ corner, and cuddled up to him leisurely. 

“Hey there, girlie.” Shiu whispers, reaching his fingers up to scratch behind your ecstatic ears. You weren’t quite the social hybrid, even amongst your own kind. Always frolicking by yourself when let out to graze, always straying behind the group after milking. 

Shiu couldn’t even tease enough out of you (not even half a bucket!) when compared to the rest of the cows here. But the thing is, you seemed perfectly content with your few close attachments on the farm, your few friends, your rejection of many bulls (and trust that the attempts to woo were many). And whether that was because you’d grown too attached to him, whether that was just the way you were - he didn’t exactly mind.

He knew he shouldn’t have favorites, and yet…here you were.

“Feeling all better?” He’s asking, and you’re nodding languidly. Still tired, then. This season’s heat had been as powerful as ever - out of all his hybrids, it was safe to say that you had one of the strongest.

The neediest.

The sultriest.

Which wouldn’t even have been notable if you’d just let another bull hybrid mount you through them to ease the urges, perhaps even result in a cute lil’ calf for his farm- but that was exactly the problem. 

You didn’t.

Shiu couldn’t even count on two hands how many times he’d tried to pair you off with one of his bulls - and each time had ended in a disaster. Either you’d barricaded yourself in another part of your barn room, or you’d claw your way outside altogether. Each and every time, Shiu would check on you in the middle of your heats to find that you were in the throes of your desires, fiddling with nothing but the toys he’d gifted you, and his sullen bulls would be pouting n’ pushed off to one side. Useless, really.

No matter how needy you were, you just wouldn’t take to them. And it wasn’t that they were particularly weak, or unattractive - there was Ino who you’d just ended up chatting through your heat with, Kashimo and Ijichi who you’d both kicked out, Takaba who you didn’t even look at, Naoya who you…

Yeah, he didn’t want to think about the beaten-up state you’d left Naoya in. It made him laugh.

He wondered who the problem was - those bulls that couldn’t woo you properly, or you who couldn’t be wooed.

He blamed the bulls.

And he’s patting the top of your head tenderly, carefully avoiding the slight protrusions of your horns that were oh-so-sensitive. Mutterly absent-mindedly, “It’s alright, it’s alright. Trust that we’ll find you a proper mate next year, girlie.”

You can only nod unsurely, gesturing at his phone. “Someone’s talking, Shiu.”

“Huh? Oh someone’s-” Oh, right, he was in the middle of his call still. He’d almost forgotten. Shiu tunes into the latest of Kusakabe’s spiel, and it didn’t seem like he’d missed out on anything too important—

“-had no idea what I was going to do for the few days I’d be in Tokyo for the Hybrid Farms Convention, I’ll pick him up right on my way back from there.”

“Mhm, sounds good.” He rattles off.

“You can keep him anywhere you like, to be honest. He doesn’t have any specific requirements, he’s just as sturdy as he is massive- hah! Though, I do give Toji a separate room of his own from the others…just in case.”

“Mhmmm.”

“My apprentices will be taking care of it while he’s gone, all ready for that big boy to be back.”

“Mhmmm.” Shiu lightly furrows his brows—if he has apprentices, and he has other bulls he’s leaving behind, then why did he need to leave Toji in particular with Shiu again? Oh, whatever…

“And you remember what I said earlier, right?”

Well, he wasn’t really listening but…“Mhm-”

“You have to keep an eye on Toji while he’s in rut.”

“Mh-” Shiu’s eyes bug out of his scalp, his knees grow a little weak, and he damn near drops his phone- oh, too late. He’s already dropped his phone down into the green grass below, startling you in the process. “While he’s in what?”

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Name: Toji Fushiguro

Age: 30’s (approx.)

Hybrid type: Bos taurus

Height: 6’2+

Weight class: 1600kg - 1800kg.

Other notes: Subject has a sleek black coat, high intelligence, and a somewhat temperamental demeanour. He will insult you if it comes to infringing upon his freedom. Does not care for medical exams. Continuous horn growth that shows evidence of strong fighting capabilities, fatal power, and weapon-like appendages. It should be noted that the subject is of a larger size even amongst Bos taurus (in particular, the Nambu shorthorn bulls) and needs larger spaces of leisure than most. Take care to handle, needs multiple handlers.

Shiu’s face only grows pale as he reads down the medical sheet, quickly flicking his eyes to the very end so that he might be able to spare himself some of the torture.

-particularly powerful ruts with the urge to breed. According to the handler, it is noted that the subject has not spent a rut in the presence of a mate.

Even paler.

To emphasize, he is unmated.

And paler.

And currently nearing his rut.

For the second time in the past 24 hours (which isn’t many times, but it’s strange that it’s happened twice) Shiu’s fingers drop whatever he was holding in shock. Diligently, you’re right beside the farmer to pick up the piece of paper and hand it to him - giggling when he drops it for a third time.

Though, it was by sheer miracle that he doesn’t just faint right then and there.

Oh—he catches a glimpse of Kusakabe’s large white cattle trailer backing up into his hybrid pen and can feel himself teetering already. Thankfully, you were right there to nudge your head against his frame in support, slightly worried for the human man.

Because not only was Toji said to be nearing his merciless rut, but according to the medical sheet that his friend (‘friend’ hah!) had handed to him, he was unmated?

Makes sense, Kusakabe’s farm specialized in bulls.

But perhaps if Toji had a mate then the cow hybrids of this farm would be safe- he casts a sidelong look your way. Perhaps you - with your still-sweetened pheromones, and your even sweeter demeanour - would be safe.

“Something wrong, Shiu?” You’re asking, worriedly.

“N-nothing-” The farmer places a hand on your head and pats, faintly. “Nothing at all, don’t you worry about a thing, girlie.”

Ah, well…Shiu thinks to himself, watching as the truck finally finishes reversing, and Kusakabe (that bastard!) slides out of the driver’s seat to open up the towering steel door in the back. It looked so massive compared to the admittedly above-average man, and that only made Shiu’s tension increase twofold at what may be lurking behind those metal gates.

Ones that seem to burst open with a roaring screeeech—

“Oh, shit.” His mouth was desert-dry, his grip unyielding on you who’d been angling your head to get a better look. “Oh, shit.”

Because Toji Fushiguro was massive.

Dominating.

So many thousands of kilograms of a hybrid that sauntered smugly out of the trailer, as if he owned it. As if he owned this entire farm and everyone in it. 

The rest of the hybrids were drawn in by the commotion, turning their curious eyes towards the refined horns that gleamed as they entered the light. Towards the thundering ground. The powerful flank. The polished coat. The single golden ring ‘round his nostrils.

And you had to admit that you didn’t expect him to be so…handsome.

All ruggedly scarred lips from his tussles, and a face that seemed to be carved by the heavens above. You let your widened peripherals glide down the smooth skin of his front; all broad shoulders, prominent pecs, the cutest golden hoops pierced through his pink nipples, and abs for days. He shakes his shaggy black bangs out of his gaze. 

Those smug verdant eyes that take one look your way - the way that Shiu had his possessive hold on you - and narrow. 

Kusakabe startles as his prized bull hybrid suddenly stops in his tracks, his grip on his leash slightly faltering. And it seems that everyone within the pen holds their breath as a low huff of gruff displeasure leaves Toji, scorching hot fury reaching where you were.

Jaw clenching.

Eyes flashing.

He lowers his horned head as if he was about to-

“Ah ah-” Kusakabe’s the one to break through the charged tension on the farm with his command. He tugs on Toji’s firm leash, though, as a farmer, Shiu thinks he could see the slight waver in his movements.

Toji’s rumbling in refusal, tugging against the restraints. And Kusakabe’s nearly thrown off his feet- before he’s holding onto the side of the truck for balance, pulling the bull hybrid away from where his sights were set. “Easy, boy, easy.” He’s looking at you two with an apologetic smile, “Sorry, he’s just a bit excited with the ru-”

“Ahem ahem ahem-” Shiu suddenly coughs, cutting off the other man. “Better get him settled inside his enclosure, Kusakabe. Don’t want any more trouble now…”

“Ah- right, right.”

And with a slight swat at Toji’s flank, he’s fighting against the hybrid to guide him towards that lil’ enclosure made specifically for him. Shiu had taken care to section it off from the rest of the pen where the cows were, with hardy wooden tree trunks that composed the fences. And not one, but two padlocks that Kusakabe seems relieved to lock once he’s managed to get him inside.

Hands slightly shaking where Toji breathes hotly down his neck, black tail flicking in irritation.

“Calm down, calm down.” The farmer wasn’t sure whether he was telling it to Toji or himself- finally finishing off with the locks and looking up at him. “Now- you be a good boy, alright. Don’t give Shiu any trouble, don’t fight too hard with the other bulls- no use in telling you not to fight, I know you won’t listen to that anyway, and no matter what-”

Toji raises an unimpressed brow as Kusakabe raises a directing finger.

“-no going overboard with your rut.”

“And what exactly does ‘overboard’ mean?” Shiu wearily nears the special pen, arms carefully lifted off of you and wrapped around his own body in comfort.

Kusakabe beams, “No idea! We’ve never had him near cows before!”

Shiu felt like hitting him.

“Well, she just got off her heat-” At the way that Toji’s nostrils flare, his grin widens, Shiu almost regrets saying that with a gesture towards you. Oh? He blocks the bull’s greedy line of sight towards you, and grumbles. “-so no funny business.”

Toji scoffs.

“Use your words, Toji.” Kusakabe pleads, “No need to be like that.”

And he takes a second to pause. To consider. To seemingly mull over his words before- “Eat my ass-”

“Toji-”

“That’s it-” Shiu spits, not waiting for either man nor hybrid to finish before he’s stomping off to where you were watching the commotion from (as was the rest of the farm, but it seems like this hulking intruder had eyes only for you). 

And with his hand placed gently where your flower-patterned collar was, Shiu leads you away from the herd. Away from the pen. Away from Toji, towards the barn where your room was. “That’s it- for the time that that bull is here, he won’t be seeing a single glimpse of you, that’s for sure.”

“But why?” You whine, your head tugging backwards. And Shiu could almost balk at the way that you - you - were half-heartedly resisting his grip, trying to look back at Toji. “Why can’t I-”

“Because.”

And that was that, you were isolated inside the barn, and Toji was padlocked away in his pen. Far, far away from you for the time that he’d be staying there.

And as Kusakabe waves his exit from his farm, promising to be back in a few days, Shiu makes sure to get a good punch in (all in good friendship, of course). Because Shiu Kong was calm. Shiu Kong was composed. Shiu Kong could survive just a few days with an in-rut bull hybrid infiltrating his farm.

“And how long until you’re back again?”

“Three- ouch, three days. You have a good right hook, man.”

After all, it was exactly that - just a few days.

What’s the worst that could happen?

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The first day.

Toji could see you.

Through the slightest crack in those barn doors, just the tips of your ears peaking out as you glimpse at him. It turns out that just Shiu’s command couldn’t hold you, and you staggered your way up to the barn doors whenever that damned farmer of yours wasn’t around to see. Watching. Waiting.

Taking in the sight of him.

And it wasn’t that Toji wasn’t used to stares - he was a prized bull hybrid, larger than most. So it was quite the given that he’d gather stares from competition, from unmated cows, hell, even from farmers who would like their chance at raising human-hybrid offspring. And so it wasn’t exactly new…

But just this way you were looking at him…it made him shiver.

Those pretty doe-eyes held up a curious, somewhat fearful, admiration. A slight arousal dampening between your legs that his honed senses could smell from even here—

Toji swears something in him had snapped the very split-second that he’d arrived here.

That he’d first locked eyes with you.

That he’d first sniffed at the remaining sweetness of your heat. Your sex.

Every sense in him right now (even the rational ones) were screaming at him to break out of this enclosure and waltz right up to you, break through those barn doors if he had to. He wanted to smell your pheromones. To hold you. To stuff his hot, throbbing cock between your legs and watch as you struggle to take it all.

He wanted to breed you.

And - multiple times - Toji found himself barging against the locked doors of his pen. Whispering your sweet, sweet name underneath his breath (learned from some of the other hybrids that watched him), ramming his horns against the wooden walls.

He was in rut.

Badly.

Badly, badly, badly.

The sheer intensity of it was more than anything else he’d ever felt- fuck, not even his first rut had felt this strong. It wasn’t that he was unmated. It wasn’t that he was in an unfamiliar place. It was just you, you, you.

Taking the wind out of his lungs. Making his length ache heavily between his strong legs. Wafting his intoxicating scent - something spicily sweet, with a peculiar tang in it that made you drunk on it like liquor, like mulled wine - all the way to where you were watching from the barn doors.

You’re sagging heavily against its wooden frame to take it in, sighing at the murky pheromones that seemed to cloud the entire farm-

“Oi, girlie!” 

And through it all, that damned Shiu had made sure to cockblock him.

Even now,  here came his annoying, grating tone. He’d kept a close eye on Toji ever since Kusakabe had left in his truck, rarely straying too far from the hybrid pen. He was always butting in, always breaking the stare-down between you two.

With one hand on his hip, the farmer watches as you startle at his voice. Suddenly hurrying to stumble back inside the barn where you came from.

And it would’ve almost been cute had it not been a result of you breaking one of his direct rules: do not interact with the bull in rut. But the thing is, you’d never seen a bull like him—and he was in rut? Oh…

Shiu barks out, “Where’d you think you were going, huh? Yeah- that’s right, inside.” And with you gone, Shiu would glare up at Toji. Toji wasn’t shy to glare right back.

“Problem?” He smiles.

“Yeah-” The farmer had crinkled his nose- and pointed at the way that Toji had been impatiently pushing against the enclosing walls, trying to break out, trying to get to you. He spits out distastefully, “-that. Don’t think you’re getting anywhere near her, got it?”

“Not at all.”

That night, Shiu had sent for a few more locks to be delivered from the hardware store downtown (he wasn’t even sure that they did delivery, but he’d coax them into if it meant not taking his eyes off of you). Multiple. He’d fixed them onto the gates of Toji’s pen, “This should keep you out.” Shiu had declared, jangling the metallic additions with one hand. “Not even the finest bulls in the world would be able to break through these. Hah! Take that.”

“Fuck off.”

He’d charged at the other man, but alas, the gates stayed steadfast.

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The second day.

Toji had murmured your name like a mantra all night.

All night.

Again and again and again-

“He really doesn’t seem so bad, Shiu.” You’d tried to whine to the farmer, when he’d come back into the barn after fixing a few more locks - the count was reaching upwards of ten by now - on the gates of the bull’s enclosure.

But Shiu had only waved off your pleading noises, “Now, don’t give me that look. I heard the way he was ramming against those gates last night, I heard his bellows.” Needless to say, you had, too…“And I just don’t think it’s safe for you to be out when such a bull is in rut, girlie. Not unless you wanted to be mated- hah!”

Well…

You pushed your quivering thighs together. You’d hate to admit that in the privacy of your room last night, listening to Toji grow so desperate, listening to him say your name like that…you’d actually reached for your heat toys about once or twice.

You’d never felt this way about a bull before- hell, you’d never felt this way about anyone before.

And it was such a strange sensation to be glidin’ up the buzzin’ tip of your vibrator to your clit, massaging that sweet lil’ nub without the carnal pangs of your heat. Just the carnal pangs of…pure need-

“Besides.” Shiu’s cutting through your lecherous memory, and you hope the evidence of your lewd acts don’t show on your face. He gently pats at your head, the way he’s done so many times before. “You don’t need to be mounted by such a big, bad bull. My poor girl.”

“I don’t?” You mutter to yourself.

And Shiu doesn’t seem to catch on, “After all, it’s not like you’re in heat.”

No…you suppose not.

But you can’t help but raise your face into the saturated atmosphere, seemingly so balmy and languid ever since Toji stepped foot onto the farm. And there, you can smell the most addictive scent- fuck, something that just made your core twitch with need.

“Feeling alright, my girl?” Shiu looks on at the way you shiver, and whatever he sees there makes him lead you back to your place within the barn. “Hm, maybe you should get some rest- it’s probably that bull’s pheromones messing you up.”

“M-messing me up?” You’re asking, your entire body feeling set alight. Though, you didn’t feel the slightest bit messed up.

“Mhm- since you’re unmated, just coming off an unsuccessful heat. But it’s alright-” Shiu reassures, starting to shut your door, and there’s a meaningful look in his eyes. “We can try again next year, I have a few other bulls in mind that you might like to mate with. And he won’t be getting anywhere near you until then.”

“He won’t…”

Shiu continues, “Besides, Kusakabe will be picking him up tomorrow, so you have absolutely nothing to worry about.”

You don’t say anything, but you know that you aren’t worried. Not even the slightest bit.

In fact…your body wished he’d be here even longer.

But ah- if he was just going to be taken away tomorrow, then what was the use in wanting? As your wooden door slams shut, you’re realizing that you just might never see him again.

And, outside, Toji only rams against the pen fence even harder.

He wanted you.

He wanted you.

He wanted you.

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The third (and final) day.

Or is it…

“What?” Shiu barks into his phone receiver, so loud that it startles every hybrid grazing in the vicinity. All of them were out, leaving the barnhouse all barren by this point - though Shiu didn’t doubt that his voice reached even you inside. And the sheer incredulousness in his tone makes even Toji look over, with a smirk that told the farmer that he was quite enjoying witnessing his distress. But Shiu paid no mind to that.

He couldn’t.

Right now, he was much more frazzled by the words that had the utter fuckin’ audacity to sheepishly leave Kusakabe’s mouth on the other end of the line. Almost in a trance, Shiu pinches the bridge of his nose and repeats. “So…you’re telling me…” Each word tremored with the sheer effort that it took to keep the rage out of them, “That you want me…to come…”

“All the way to Tokyo to help me fix up my engine and save me from being stranded? Yes.” Kusakabe’s voice finishes off, “Shiu, my oldest friend, my dearest pal, have I ever told you how much I love y-”

“Atsuya Kusakabe I will kill you.”

Toji snorts out in laughter, and Shiu is suddenly reminded that he’d been in the middle of fixing up just one more lock to the bull’s pen when he’d gotten the call. Gate held ajar for now. Padlocks unlocked as he fixed them on. 

Glaring at the hybrid for the interruption, Shiu’s pinching the pen closed as he grumbles. “And you need me - you can’t just go to one of the many, many, many mechanics in Tokyo - because why exactly?”

“Aww, don’t be like that, Shiu!” Kusakabe cries out, “Do you have any idea how expensive Tokyo is? I just bought a cute lil’ pastry before the convention, and it bankrupted me for generations!”

“And you don’t have any other friends that are closer?”

“Man, if I had any other friends, period, do you think I’d be calling you?”

Shiu supposed that was a fair enough statement. “But- but I can’t leave…” He clicks his tongue, “Just get a train then! Leave that pile of junk at some trash site where it belongs-”

“I mean, I could…” And though Kusakabe’s tone was one of curious innocence, he’d long since learned that nothing ever boded well for him when he used it. He waits with bated breath until the other man continues- “-but that just means I’ll have to leave my truck - including my cattle trailer, which I use to transport my cattle - here. And you know what else that means I’ll have to leave?”

Shiu shivers, “Wh-what?”

“Toj-”

“I’ll be there right now.”

Kusakabe cackles, “Take your tiiime~!” And soon enough, the sharp tone of the call being ended reaches Shiu’s ears.

With one last semi-glare thrown in Toji’s direction, the farmer is speed-walking to his own truck - all those tools Kusakabe needed still inside from his last fix-up. More like running. More like sprinting to save his friend.

Not because he wanted to save his friend, of course. But because every second that Kusakabe was stuck in Tokyo, was a second even longer that you were stuck with Toji on this farm.

All alone.

And he couldn’t have rushed out of here more determined.

More hasty.

More careless-

“Well, would ya look at that.” Toji’s scarred lips twitch upwards into a grin. And he’s reaching one of his beefy arms out to lightly - just lightly - nudge at the wooden gate of his enclosure. Watching as it swings wiiiiiiide open—creeeeak! Bearing the rest of the farm to him with welcome arms. “What a sweet little gift f’me.”

All those pesky padlocks and ties, carefully added over the last few days, were useless if some silly lil’ farmer ever forgot to lock them.

Toji takes such delight in taking that first step out of his enclosure, broad pecs heaving as he takes in the candied trail of scent left all over by a certain pretty cow hybrid. You.

He then takes a second step, a third, a fourth—

And he knows exactly where he’s heading to - the barn.

Where you were just settling in for the day, your feverish body settling atop a particularly soft, tangled mass of golden hay. Cuddling in. You’d heard Shiu’s truck take off, though it would be out-of-character for him to leave so suddenly. You weren’t sure what to think, and you were just about to nod off when…

Creak-creak-creeeeeak—!

The barn door opens.

Shiu? Fluttering open your eyes, you’re just about to raise your head and ask him what all the yelling and commotion was, when-

Oh.

Oh.

That wasn’t the farmer at all.

Toji’s large, sculptured figure takes up nearly the entire door frame. And even from here you can see his sultry grin, his agitated hips. You can smell his intense drunken pheromones—“Room for two, sweetcheeks?”

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“I’m- hah, sensitive there…” You’re pouting as Toji relentlessly tugs you by your stubby horns towards him. His overlarge hand plastered to the back of your scalp and guided you down between his meaty thighs - not only had he kissed you silly by this point, but the hybrid had you drenched and quivering all over the hay for more.

But first…

Your watery eyes bulge as you take in the sheer length between Toji’s legs - inches upon inches, throb after throb, all looooong and rock-hard with need. His erection stood right up to graze his navel with glittery drops of precum.

Decorated with so many puffy veins down his shaft that your cunt twitched just imagining how he’d feel inside of you.

Each one pulsated as Toji drip-drip-dripped in gooey sap down his cock, all ready to pierce your hot sex. Heavy balls tightening with even more, with the urge to breed. And you’d do well to remember that bull hybrids in particular were known for having absolutely massive cocks-

“What’cha thinking about, sweet girl?” Toji hums, the point of that nickname proven when he takes a deep, heaving gasp of the pheromone-saturated air. 

Before you can answer, one of his hands slither down to grip that heavy cock of his. Right ‘round the fat hilt where he can move his long length to smack! down between your half-parted lips. Using just the globular tip of his cock, he’s smearin’ apart your maw and just glossing over it with his creamy pre. “You’re not thinking of tapping out already, huh? You’re not…scared are you?”

There’s a slight mocking hint in his tone, nevertheless you’re shaking your head fervently. 

He snickers, “That’s right. You don’t care what that stupid farmer of yours has to say, hm?” And oh—Toji has to stop himself from simply stuffing every inch inside your mouth already, instead wetting your lips enough so that he can sliiiiide in. “You’re not really such a good lil’ hybrid like he says- huh?”

“No-” You’re hiccuping out, “Not at- mmpf.” 

Only for big, bad Toji to rut his cock against your mouth. Shutting you up with his flared tip, you can taste the pure arousal seeping into your mouth.

All warm n’ wet on top of your tastebuds—you’re drooling around his thick tip before you even know it.

“No, because you’re a baaaaad girl, aren’t ya?” He’s tutting, swiping away the splatters of saliva that just kept on leaking from the edges of your mouth- and instead, he’s reeling back to replace it with a jetstream of his own spittle. Straight onto the middle of your tastebuds.

With a second hand tugging open your mouth, Toji takes a nice look at that gluey wad sitting on your tongue- before he’s plunging his rude cock right back in between your lips. “Because you’re- haaaaah, careful, careful, no teeth- because you’re my good girl, aren’t ya?” Staring at you with half-lidded green eyes, “Allllll mine.”

“Mmmpf—” You’re muffling out around his raw girth, Toji was just so big that your maw was constantly open in this lecherous ‘oh’ shape.

Gobbling his veiny inches up even deeper and deeper, you’re only growing wetter at the way that his bawling divot scrapes down the roof of your mouth. Swervin’ left and right, and reaching for that cute lil’ dangly thing at the back of your throat-

“Ever taken a bull’s cock before?”

Choking at the lodgement in your throat, “N-no—”

“Yeah? Thought so. Ever taken anyone before?”

Shaking your head.

“Well then, she’s taking me so- hah, well.” Toji’s crooning out from above you, fucking his hips in sloppy half-thrusts inside your mouth. That rough line of his happy trail ends up scratching the tip of your nose, and you find that his intoxicating scent only grows stronger the closer you get…“Haven’t you had breakfast today, sweetcheeks?”

With tearful eyes, you’re looking up at him in confusion. “Mmm—ngh.”

“Ah ah- flick your tongue at my tip if you wanna say ‘no’—oh, just like that.” And then his mean, scarred lips end up formulating a mocking pout. “Such a cute tongue, can’t believe she’s gone hungry for so long- ngh.”

“I-” Tears stream down both your cheeks, and you’re panting out through each thrust of his achin’ cock. “Fuck, Toji, you’re just so big-”

Other hand pushing on the back of your clammy head, deeper n’ deeper. His superhuman strength was just incredible- “And look, she’s just become so greedy.” As if he wasn’t the one tunneling every spot inside your mouth, spotting it with his pre. “Don’t you know you don’t have to take any more, sweet girl, don’t you- oh—” Toji accurately hits the back of your throat, a direct thud! of his globular cockhead. He grins, watching you salivate around his cock- “-oh, fine, if you insist…”

“You’re- hck!” And the fact of the matter was that he hadn’t even fully bottomed-out yet. Criss-crossing your eyes, you spot that you had even more inches to go- “You’re so ngh-”

“And you want me to bruise the back of your- oh, throat, you say?” Toji’s cutting you off with his mean grunts, smack after smack of his heavy balls. 

They graze the front of your chin and make you feel such carnal pangs, your cunt grinding back against your heels. “I didn’t even- oh.” But too late - his geysering divot was already bruising away back there. 

Push after push.

Probe after probe.

Until Toji’s shaft had stirred up every single hidden spot inside of you, and he was swelling up even more like he wanted more, more, more—

“Toji-” Your nails claw down the pale expanse of Toji’s thighs, just so plush rippling underneath your touch. “Toji I want-”

“Ohoooo?” His raven brows raise in amusement, a mean grin spreading across his face. “The good girl is making demands now, hm?” As you whimper away, he’s thrashin’ at the back of your throat- again and again. “I guess I can’t just keep listening to her, huh?”

Her? Who…oh. 

He was talking about your thoroughly damp pussy, with the sappiest noises leaving you each time you’re pushing back on your heels. Soaked with desire.

And Toji seems amused by your shocked reaction, “How cute…go on then, sweetcheeks. Go on. Lemme know what that cute lil’ heart of yours desires.”

You’re pulling back from his red, glistenin’ tip with a lecherous pwah! “I-I want…” You’re sobbing, lashes fluttering in a way that makes- oh, you won’t be mad if he told you he was getting even harder now, would you? “-I want to feel you, Toji.”

To feel him?

To feel him?

His hazy peripherals snap down to see the way you were eyeing his long, long length. And then he’s realizing - oh, you wanted to feel him inside, did you?

Inside…fuck.

Your eyes damn near bulge out of your skull at the way that Toji’s rock-hard length only seemed to grow even…bigger at your words. Flaring up until he was red-hot at the tip, all slicked with a glaze of saliva and pre.

Toji smacks his painfully hard shaft down once more at your maw, “What dirty, dirty words- and from such a good girl?” He scoffs.

And just as you’re about to explain yourself, you’re suddenly feeling near whiplash at the way that Toji grabs onto your throat and flips the two of you around. Hoisting. Manhandling. Ending up with his back against the floor, head against the hay, and your naked cunt drivelling right above him. 

So wet and pretty.

Toji’s mouth waters at the sight of your damp, glistening hole. And he can’t help but immediately reach one hand over to thumb apart your puffy pussylips, pressin’ apart your folds and spitting straight into your hole.

“Or were they words from her, hm?” Toji’s gruffly snickering, flopping that wide tongue of his out to catch your droplets of slick. “Talking out of that pussy, hah- you’re even dirtier than I thought, sweetcheeks.”

Your thighs ache as they hover, slightly chasing the warmth of his mouth. “M’n-not dirty! I just wanted to feel you…” Casting a longing look behind at his throbbing length-

“As if. And you can have my cock-” You look up hopefully at his answer, how cute—you couldn’t even properly fit his cock inside your mouth, and now you think you could fit him inside your cunt? “-but first I’ve gotta stretch this dirty girl ouuuuut.”

“But, I can take- hngh!”

As if. Before you know it, Toji’s slithering his long, looooong tastebuds inside your cunt with absolutely no warning, no hesitation.

Just the ridged texture of his muscle slithering inside, and you’re quivering at the sheer size of him. And he feels the tightness of your circular innards and grins- “Woah…” Just a single taste of you, and his pheromones are blasting out in pure need. “Don’t you know that you hafta stretch ‘er out first, hm? What- never done this before?”

Gingerly, you shake your head ‘no’.

“Oh- reeeeeally.” Just pryin’ aside your folds, you were so fucking wet that that honeyed slick splashes down onto his face like a puddle. Toji rolls his eyes, “I would’ve never thought.” 

You huff n’ puff atop him, “Don’t- don’t tease, Toji-”

“Why, m’not teasing..” He’s spitting on your cunt yet again, letting the dewy excess trickle back down into his throat. “I already know that this pretty pussy hasn’t been satisfied like she deserves. I can fucking taste it-” Tunneling back in again. “Can hear it.” The most lecherous slurps echoing in your ears as he does, the bull’s ears flick your way to listen to it. “She wants only me- heh, wants me to be her first, doesn’t she?” 

Slurp-slurp-sluuuuurping as he’s rovering his tongue, somehow contracting it and extracting it in a way that massages your velvety walls.

Again and again.

“All you hafta do is sit there- all pretty, and take it.” Toji croons, and something dark glints within that gaze of his as he catches your lost expression. “What? That dear farmer of yours never taught you how to take it like a good girl when yer being eaten out.”

“N-no-”

“Then let me teach you—” Oh, you knew he didn’t bode well by the way that he said it. You knew it. 

And in a split-second, Toji has one hand plastered at your hip, and the other veering upwards to smack! down on your swollen pussy. “Ah ah-” As you buck, that hold he has on you grows numbing, and you’re sure he’s leaving nail marks there for weeks. “Toji’s first rule- don’t run.”

“I won’t—” You’re swallowing your words back just as soon as you say them, because just then- two of his rovering fingertips intrude their way inside your cunt.

Not even waiting for you to get used to him, not even faltering as you squeeeeeeze.

He’s straightly stuffing two of them inside your snug channel, the bulbous ends of Toji’s digits digging into each of your hidden spots without even trying. Turning them over. Pushing into every nook n’ cranny n’ crevice over and over- “Oh my god-” Bellowing out, your body starts to move back and forth against him - as if it didn’t know whether you wanted to bounce down or run away- “Toji, I’ve never felt something like this- ngh.”

Only for a loud smack! to ring out against your wet pussylips once again, and for Toji to haul you back onto his mouth with his beefy arm. “What’d I say about rule number- hah, one, hm? Silly girl.”

He was stopping you from running from it.

He was looping one of his thick, beefy biceps ‘round your waist, stopping you from moving away from his open-mouthed kisses. “Good.” Pulling you in so close that his golden nose ring presses frigidly against your clit and makes you flinch. “Atta girl- atta, sweet girl.” Toji smirks against your cunt, once you try squirming your hips and find that you can’t move even a single inch. “Now squeeeeeze those pretty legs around, I don’t care if I fucking suffocate, use me, sweetness- that’s the second rule.”

“Like- like this?” You ask, your whiny pitch trembling just as much as your legs were by now. Feebly, they attempt to straddle Toji’s head properly. 

To which it almost looks as if the bull hybrid was about to laugh—“No.”

Numerous more spanks of his fingertips on your cunt, and soon enough you’re finding yourself completely limb atop him. As he fingers you to tears, rotund fingertips scouring all the way to your cute cervix-

“I mean-” From your hips, his hand is then moving to your thighs. Wrapping around them to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze- until Toji felt light-headed. “-like this.”

“I think m’d-doing it.” You’re gyrating atop him wildly by now, finding a staccato in time with his thudding! fingers. Not only were they thick, they were just so long too - and they left you feeling dizzy with his vulgar strokes, with his incredible scent.  

“Third rule, fuck back into me.” He commands, with that specific tone of a bull in rut that made you want to listen to him immediately. Your hamstrings screamed in protest as you continue, “Fuck her back into me- harder now, aren’t you a cow hybrid? Buck.”

You could barely even believe your ears, “You’re just so fucking mean- fuck!”

“Yeah, yeah, just like that.”

And Toji’s tongue? Oh, he wasn’t just staying still - not at all.

Toji had his tongue wrapped ‘round your throbbing clit and spanking down with his tastebuds. “And the fourth and final rule-” He gurgles through the wettened wads you were seeping out,  “-is to get ready.”

You’re blinking your teary eyes back open, looking down at him in shock. “Get ready for what?”

It takes a few more probin’ thrusts before he can bear to pull away- and that, too, with the loudest smooch! The bull hybrid’s pants come out in heaving gusts, scalding air making you quiver at the sensation.

“Get ready…” Toji rattles off, after a few sultry seconds. And oh- you wonder, why was his tone octaves higher? Why did he sound so breathy? Why was there something…crazed in the way he said it- “-because you think a bull hybrid in rut would really be this nice, sweetcheeks?”

Jaw dropping, “Oh-”

“You don’t know how painful it was to hold myself back-”

And before you know it, your spine’s arching as you struggle to accommodate him- struggling to handle the raw primal pressure of his thick tongue and two- three of his fingers plunging into your hole. Pushing and pushing and pushing—

You’ve become masterful at rule number three, it seems, as you’re pressing your thighs upon either side of Toji’s face until he groans. 

All of his appendages just reaching all the way for the very back of your cunt—“Ohhh, please-” Your head throws backwards as you feel him fuck you with his tongue like he was trying to ruin your inexperienced pussy. “P-please-”

“Oh m’ having a pleasant time alright.” Toji snickers, his heated pants leaving your skin perspired. The mountains of his knuckles were striking your outer pussy so hard now that they were starting to grow red on his skin. “S’fuh-fucking sweet.” Stinging.

Plap! after plap! You’re moaning as his mouth unhinges undeniably deeper to let even more of his tongue’s inches inside. Stretchin’ out your cute orifice, “Gonna hafta stretch her at least twice- haaah- twice as fuck! much if you wanna fit my cock, sweet girl.”

“Twice as much…” You’re repeating breathlessly, you couldn’t even begin to imagine it. It already felt like Toji was pulling you to your very limits - so even more…

“Rule number five- just made it up, heh.” Toji spits out - literally, a glittering glob of spittle that sticks to your slit. It slides down to your hold and makes it easy for him to thrash his tongue inside like an animal- like he was frenzied by his pheromones, like he couldn’t control himself from push-push-pushing.

Not even at a controlled cadence- Toji couldn’t stop himself from squishing your sweetest spots at the very back of your cunt. In almost no time, he’s finding that cute lil’ heart-shaped g-spot of yours - and Toji’s fingertips and tongue were fighting over which one gets to press on it the most.

Again and again until you’re in actual tears- “Rule number five is- ngh, you have to take it.” Holding you to him, until your cunt folds were plastered against his puffy lips. “Take it all like my good girl if you wanna finally take my cock.”

“Please-” Being pummelled away to the maximum, it’s all you can say like a constant mantra. “Please please- ngh! Please-”

“That’s all that dirty mouth can say now?” Toji tuts, “Tch- what happened to wanting me inside? Wanting my cock? Wanting to be fucked like the slut you secretly are?”

Primal swabs, again and again.

Twofold.

After each word, Toji’s tongue sizzles against your tender pussy - lips glued so deeply against your folds, that you can feel him lappin’ away every ounce of your slickness.

It drips slightly down his chin, and leaves your cunt slipping on top of Toji’s handsome face. You grab onto his large horns with a yelp- “Oh! Fuck, Toji- did I really say that?”

“Of course you did- hah, gallop, sweethearts.” With yet another spank, he rovers his face even deeper between your trembly legs. Nose-deep. Skin-deep. So deep, in fact, that the veins on Toji’s sculptured neck pop out.

You’re unsteadily bucking against him on instinct, and that leaves the man groaning. “Just like that.” Swallowing up every inch of your outer cunt, you’re being pierced by the relentless ministrations of his tongue again and again—“You asked to be fucked like a slut- hngh, and that’s exactly what m’giving you. Aren’t I just the beeest mating partner, sweetcheeks?”

“But I didn’t-” You’re babbling out, drunk on the vicious scrape-scrape-scrape of his intrusions. His fingers pushed just as your g-spot, and you could feel him glissading down even deeper. Deeper. Deeper. “-I didn’t say that—”

“Oh, didn’t you?” He’s hazily looking up from between your legs - there was something bleary in his eyes, something gone. “I think I remember-”

“Well I don’t-” As you’re raising your voice, you can’t believe it- Toji’s powerful tail wraps around your thighs and drags you back down.

He rumbles, “Rule number one…” In warning.

And it’s only with a few more thuds! that Toji’s pretending to remember just what you’re whinin’ away about, his dark brows shooting up to his bangs. And you can feel your treacly cunt quiver with the vibrations of his laughter, “But ah- I remember now.” His eyes crinkle into slits of amusement, eating you out until his nose ring slicks with your syrup. Just the notion is enough to leave his pheromones heightening, “I believe you said…‘you wanted to feel me’.”

Mouth dropping in recognition, “Oh- I did.”

“And what did you mean by that, hm?” Toji speaks through the ringing slurps, zap after zap of pleasure. “You’re already feeling me here-” Pokin’ at your g-spot, “And here-” His tongue snakes out to suck on your clit once more. 

“I just meant I wanted to feel you- hck!”

His sweaty brows furrow, “But yer already feeling me-”

“No- more like I wanted to feel your-” You’ve never spoken words like this before, not even in the throes of your worst heats. You glance back at his twitching erection, “-there.”

“My where?”

“Your- your cock, Toji!” You’re wailing out, your legs feeling numb at the way he strikes your sweetest bundle of nerves. “I wanna feel your thick, looooong cock- please.”

Oh, you really were such a dirty girl. He’s gnawing down on that nub of your clit, “And where do you wanna feel my thick- looooong- cock, hm?”

You’re stammering, mouth growing less in-your-control the longer he’s making a mess of your poor pussy. “Inside-”

“Inside where?”

“Inside my cunt-” And you’re shocked you manage that out without stumbling over your words, gryatin’ back into his open maw with sly figure eights. But even that wasn’t enough—

Toji rolls his eyes, such a mess. Such a shattered mess. Just pushing and tasting and lavishing his tongue all over- “Say it again-” When you’re repeating your sultry words, “More- dirtier. Be good f’me, girl, say it again-”

“I want your cock inside my cunt, Toji.” You’re whimpering out, you’re shaking. Feeling the inexperience bubble within each of your veins, because the hybrid was just having so much fun corrupting you. “I want it inside- want you to fuck me with that cock so badly-”

“Atta girl.”

Forcing you to say those lecherous words, forcing you to cum—

“Oh my god-” With your back arched, you’re throwing your body into the wave of pleasure that suddenly bursts inside your body. “C-cumming- I’m cumming, Toji-”

“And it’s all because of me.” He’s smugly saying, perfectly puncturing at your g-spot with his constant pushes. 

Because of Toji’s rut, his senses were so honed that he could mark each peak of your high- the explosion of bliss that he pinpointed with his fingers, with the slashes of his tongue. “Heh- me.” With a wet chuckle, Toji’s tongue was going to lick up every inch of your pussy like he was frenzied. Couldn’t get enough. Lap after lap. “Me me me me-” He sucks on your clit, letting his canines nibble lightly on them, and it lets out the most lewd sluuuuurp. “-and look- she’s thanking me.”

“Fuck! Never felt something so good-” Whining out, you’re bouncing your back into each of his hits. “-might be the best orgasm I’ve ever had- hck!”

“S’a pleasure, sweet girl.”

By the time the best of your high bates, Toji still hasn’t let up between those syrupy legs of yours. When he’s licked up every droplet of sap you’re letting out, he’s moving over to lick at the sheen of slick glued to your thighs. 

Again and again.

Until you’re all the way overstimulated, and tears start to drip as if from a faucet. “I th-think m’done, Toji.” As if he already didn’t know - you’re pushing at his clammy head. “My orgasm’s over, I wanna try taking your cock now-”

“And you’re sure?”

He wasn’t asking to be nice. He was asking to make you turn your head and balk at the way his impossible size had only seemed to grow even bigger. Your lips wobbling, “Y-yes.”

“Oho?” Dark brows raising, he stops his ministrations and moves both hands to now grip at your waist. “Well, you did tell me to put my ‘thick, looooong cock inside of your cunt’-”

“So shut up and do it.” Huffing in embarrassment, you pound at his muscular chest - and he could barely even feel it, like kitten kisses on his bulky body. It’s enough for Toji’s cock to jolt with need, and for his attractive face to break out into a grin.

“Atta girl.”

And with that final compliment, Toji’s making to grab onto your waist and lift you off of his face—with the loudest smooch! It’s ringing out like the prettiest melody in both your eardrums, and Toji just barely manages to disconnect himself with your sweet pussy.

Just barely breaks his lips from your tender folds, all slickly glossed.

Just barely wrenches you off with ease, and takes one nice look at your hole - when you’re realizing that Toji Fushiguro suddenly stops. His nostrils suddenly flare. He suddenly stutters-

“O-oh, sweet girl. I don’t think you even realize-” Toji gawks up at your cunt. And you’re feeling somewhat shy when he filthily leans his features in and takes a good, long sniff at your cunt. As you’re looking up at him in confusion, “-you’re in heat.”

“In heat?” He sets you down near his rugged v-line, and you’re animalistically grinding your cunt down on his thickened length. You look up at him for answers, “What do you mean? Shiu said I’ve already finished my heat-”

“Fuck what Shiu says, silly girl.” Lightly spanking your pussy, Toji rolls his sage eyes. His pupils were all blown-out and bleary with lust, only darkening the more he takes in your buttery pheromones. 

Oh, you smelled like the sweetest freshly-whipped cream - and that only made his mouth water as much as his swollen cock was. Drenching the cute innards of your thighs n’ your pussy mound with his sap, he grins. “I can smell it.” He parts his scarred lips, a thin line of saliva trickling down one side. “I can fucking- taste it-”

“Oh—” You’re gyratin’ back against his plummy cock tip, oh-so-lewdly. And you take another sniff of yourself, reaching up to feel that your scent glands have swollen up. “I g-guess you’re right-”

“Sugar, I am right.”

Before you know it, the world’s a blur around you- and suddenly you find your back against the soft hay. Your head being cushioned by one of Toji’s rugged palms, Toji’s large body hovering over you. Pressing you down-

“And this pretty pussy’s tellin’ me that this is yer first heat with a bull, hm?” Sliding his thumb between your glossy crevice, he listens for the squelches. “Awww, how cute—so m’your first, sweet girl?”

“Yes- yes.” And when he places his fleshy cock between your legs, at that sweet spot where you wanted him the most, you can’t help but realize that oh- he’d been stretching you out for so long for a good reason.

Because Toji’s hybrid cock looked absolutely ginormous between your legs, especially with the way he’d thickened up in size while eating you out. His cockhead was as red as a huge strawberry, and multiple times bigger. Bull hybrids, famed for the shaft length - now slipping n’ sliding between your pussylips.

Just kissing at your geysering orifice- “Oh- fuck.”

“And you know having you on top would be the easiest for her…” That said, he’s swatting his rough fingertips down on the nub of your clit. He’s spitting. He growls, and it’s enough to send shivers down your spine- “But m’still gonna have her in a mating press.” Throwing your legs over his shoulders, folding you damn in half. “Because you also forget one- fuck-” Just feeling you clench around nothing, enough to make him reach up and grab at a wooden beam. “-thing, sweetness.”

“And what’s that, Toji?”

“I’m in-” Hard enough that the wooden beam breaks—“-rut.”

Fourth rule, remember?

Because you didn’t think that he’d go this easy on you when he’s in fuckin’ rut, did you? You didn’t think that he was going to fuck you nicely, did you? You didn’t think that he wasn’t going to act like a damn animal, did you?

In a sudden motion, Toji’s plugging your hole up with his thick cockhead- and shoving it deep into your deepest insides. Long. Hard.

You’re yelping, nails finding purchase on his deltoids and clawing on for dear life because- “A virgin, are ya?” He tuts, “Don’t think m’gonna go easy on ya.”

“Oh my goodness-” Thighs curling around his toned waist, hips attempting to buck away. “Holy fuck-”

“Easy, easy.” It was just so cute the way you were struggling - especially when you were talking so big about wanting him. “Breathe in, girl- there ya go.”  You’re following as he instructs, “Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in—” And suddenly there’s a sodden spank at your pussy, “-you, too, pretty pussy.”

Something that catches you off-guard, and makes you swallow him up an inch deeper. Your eyes rolling all the way to the back of your skull, “Fuck fuck fuck fuck- I’ve never felt like this. You’re so big- hold on, Toji, you’re so-”

“Hold on?” 

“What-”

“Hold on?”

He’s then spitting out into your open mouth, and slapping your pussy so hard that you’re seeing stars. Instantly, you’re set on edge by the way that his rugged cock suddenly slams- “You’re telling me to h-hold on?”

And was that a stutter in his sentence?

A laugh?

Toji Fushiguro sounded like he was fucking losing it by merely hearing your whining questions- “You seriously want me to…” Clawing down in front of your body, one of his rude hands press down on your stomach as he’s sinking iiiiiiin. It makes you feel every ridge n’ vein, every inch, every bit of his thick shaft intruding in. “-hold on?”

“It’s just- I just didn’t think you’d be so big-” He was barely even halfway in and you could already feel Toji at your throat, gushing out sticky wads of slick. With your feet planted on the hay-littered ground, you’re trying to arch your back nearly away from—

“Oi- who said you could tap out?” Before you know it, Toji’s hand lifts from your thigh to grab onto your tail - one pulling you in by the tail, his right hand still feeling for that tummy bulge he was fucking into you.

You can’t get away by the way he’s manhandling you back down into his hips, skidding straight across the barnyard floor. “Tch- ya need ta be herded or what, silly girl?” Grazing his dark happy trail against your front, the curly tufts of it scratch your clit. “Come back t’me- rule number one, remember?”

“Fuck-” Throwing your head back in tears, your legs were limp from the sheer pressure being put on your lower half. “-I can feel you reaching in so deep-”

“And you wanted me to hold on?”

He was never going to let that go - he was never going to give you even the slightest second to get used to his incredible length. 

Palm pressing down on the cylindrical outline makin’ itself known on your tummy - just that big. Pelvis moving in a rapid, urgent half-thrusts-

Toji isn’t even waiting for your cunt to take it all, his red cockhead probin’ just inwards. Inwards and inwards and inwards. He can feel the tight resistance of your pussy, your sweet body unable to take him whole right now- and it only makes him groan.

With his head thrown back, he’s letting go of your tail to smear apart your pussylips. “M’in fucking rut and you wanted me to hold on-” He’s hissing, pushing your snug folds so far apart that you have no choice but to take his hammers. “Been teasing me with that s-sweet scent ever since I fucking got here and you want me to hold on-” Pulling you to him. Dragging you to him.

Toji breaks every single second that he’s not fully sheathed inside of you, and he’s just pummeling his hips deeper- “Hold on, hold on, hold on.” After each mention of his mantra, he’s rutting in. “You want me to h-hold on and-” Harder. “-and you know what-” Deeper. “-I want to do, sweet girl?”

“What-” You’re gasping out through your tears, sticking to both of your cheeks by now. “What do you want, Toji?”

“I want to- fuck! Well, first I want to fucking fit-” He’s whispering underneath his breath, darkened eyes narrowed as he takes it in. “Fit- fit- fit-” Before you know it, he’s spitting down once more on your cunt and shoving his cockhead inside. “-fucking fit-”

Blinking away the tears in your eyes, “And- hah, and what else did you want?” By the heightening of his pheromones, you already knew that it was something about to ruin you.

“I want…” He was teasing you now, just lightly grazin’ that blushing hot tip against the roof of your cunt. You could feel him filling up every sneaky orifice, and Toji was fucking you like he’d just gone feral- “I want to-”

“Oh, fuck!”

With a final, lewd thrust- Toji Fushiguro bottoms out.

“-breed ya, sugar.”

And he meant it. The massive bull hybrid was drilling into you like a madman- his cattle nose ring clanging with each rut. “I’ve been wanting to breed you since the moment I stepped foot here.” Toji growls, the red crown of his shaft directly heading towards your cervix now. Bruising. “I want to fuck- fuck you through every day of your heat- my rut.” And he was emptying out such long strings of precum into your womb, “Try to get you pregnant every single day of my rut.”

“You’re going to get me…” Your pupils are swirlin’ in comical circles within the whites of your eyes, and just the mere notion makes your tastebuds sizzle with saliva. You hadn’t spent your heat properly with a bull- let alone found yourself mated by one.

Bred by one.

“Fucking pregnant.” Toji finishes off with a snicker, pushing against that cute lil’ tummy bulge that he was pounding into you. 

“Oh, please-” You’re throwing your head back with a mewl, “But I’ve never been m-mated to anyone before. Are we sure it’s going to take, Toji-”

“I’ll make it take.”

His jackhammers were so hard by this point, enough so that your sap splatters out of you in puddles. It glistens right down the inner parts of your thighs, and Toji swipes his thumb down from your pussy to glaze it in the syrup. To reach up to his scarred maw and suck on it.

And when he feels your spit-slicked lips start to wobble out more concerns, he’s pushing that very thumb between your own lips.

“Shut it, silly girl. Ya really think that when I hah- when I fuck you like this—in this mating press.” As if on cue, his manhandling strength seems to be folding you even deeper in half. “With this pretty pussy-” Dragging out a few more slurps with his thrusts, “-and my rut- you’re not gonna be walking outta this barn stupidly pregnant?”

“I-I don’t-”

“Silly, silly girl.” It’s a rude thwack! of his curvaceous ball sack after each slam, and you can feel your body grow more restless after each of his spat-out words. So mean. “Silly lil’ hybrid thinks she’s gonna make it outta here- hah, without bearing my calves.”

You’re shivering, your body so limply fucked by this point- that Toji’s tail has to wrap around one of your thighs. Holding you up. Interlocking your ankles around his neck with that silky tail- “Well, since m’inexperienced-”

“And m’gonna give you the experience of yer life- heh, I already am.” 

He was - he really was. Just making you see stars every time Toji’s overlarge, plump cockhead dug into your g-spot. Somehow he’d managed to map the insides of your walls, and each thrust grazed his length against your sweet bundle of nerves. 

Probing and probing a bruise exactly the size of his round circumference- “M’gonna corrupt you, sweet lil’ thing.” A sleazy smile spreads across Toji’s handsome, perspired face. “M’gonna fill you up with so much of my cum that- hah, they’re gonna be milkin’ it out of you for months afterwards, sweet girl.”

“Fuck, I’d like that-”

“Oh yeah?”

“I’d like that s-shoooo much, Toji.” 

“Bet you’d like it even more after I fill you up with my calves, hm?” He titters, pheromones slowly growing saturated enough to mingle with your own. “After I fuck this pretty pussy pregnant ‘nough times that she remembers how it feels when I fill you up? After I breed you until we can- hah, fill this whole damn farm with them? After I make a momma out of you and no other bull can ever even think of touching you-”

You squeal, “Yes- yes yes yes yes-”

His tail tightens around your ankles, horns charging as if he was only growing more n’ more excited. Throbbing with more need. “And you better fuckin’ know that these are promises, sweetness. That no fucking farmer can ever break.” Toji stares you deep in your heart-shaped eyes as he says, “I will get you pregnant.”

“Oh, I’d fucking hope so.” You glide your hands down your front, “I wanna feel you right h-here, Toji.” Down where your womb was.

Fuck…you were dangerous for a bull in heat.

And his entire body feels feverish with need, the burning sensation of his rut overtaking Toji completely. 

As his hips only grow sloppier, you’re grazing your sweaty palms further down his body. Starting from his shoulders, before ultimately you end up squeezing Toji’s massive milky pecs.

Even for a bull, they were just so plush. And you can’t help but twiddle your thumbs ‘round the golden rings that he had pierced through his pinkish nipples, lecherously.

He shivers at the sensitive sensation, “O-oh? Look at you.” Snapping his head down, you swear you could see a rouge flush take over his cheekbones. “You’re corrupted already.” And both of Toji’s own hands end up removing from your stomach and your pussy, ending up- oh, you could’ve already guessed.

Both of Toji’s hands end up on your tits.

Squeezing.

Kneading.

Before you can say a word, he’s already growling out- “And as any momma would- we’re gonna hafta make sure you’re making enough milk, huh, sweetcheeks?” That last bit of his sentence ends up drowned between the valley of your chest.

Toji’s gaping his maw wide open and sucking on your right tit, his left hand pinching the nipples of your left tit.

“I don’t think anything’s gonna come out just yet-” Your tail swishes in arousal as you watch him hollow out his attractive cheeks, thoroughly sucking on your tit like his favorite lolly. Sucking like he was trying to make milk come out—“I never did produce…much…milk…”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, you’re being proved wrong. Because with a gushing sensation, you can feel your hardened nipples stream out something straight into Toji’s open mouth. “You were saying?” 

Pure white milk.

And he was such a messy eater, your ivory syrup dripping down his lips. It glosses them and created the sweetest lacquer that Toji himself was addicted to- “Mmm, so much, sweet thing—fuck.” He’s pinching at your left tit, too, a splashin’ puddle of milk that he immediately plops his mouth over to gulp up. “Ya really are a sweet thing-”

“I’ve never made this much even for the farmer-” You’re gasping, and your milk cascades down Toji’s chin like a waterfall. Constant. Sloppy “How did you even…”

“Because you’re in heat.” He says- choppy, through the way that he barely wanted to speak, barely wanted to remove himself from the sweet fountains of your spurting milk. “Because m’in rut.” Toji’s hips smack into yours so hard that you see white for a second, and his happy trail perfectly carnally itches at your clit. “And tonight- we’re gonna make a fucking baby, sweet mama.”

“O-oh—” With your voice cracking, you’re reaching your high. It comes instantaneously, and you arch into Toji’s glissading muscles as you ride through it.

As you’re fucked through it.

“Cumming again?” Toji’s marvelling, his words thick - he had his mouth full, after all. Smelling the saccharine sweetness of your orgasm in your pheromones, he’s marking each peak of your high with a bang! of his reddened cockhead. 

Slowly opening up your womb even more, your g-spot felt so red-hot and raw from the inside as he just kept on thumpin’ away there. Again and again and again. “Of course, ya are- fuck. Just like thaaaat, fuck back into me- third rule. They say the momma needs to cum good if we wanna get you pregnant after all-”

“And what about you?” Still in the throes of your bliss, you feel absolutely no inhibitions in babbling away. Drunk on the thick, veiny size of him fucking you through your high—“Aren’t you gonna?”

“Gonna what?”

“Fuck…”

“Rule number six-” Toji pipes up, a mean glint in his eyes. “-is to use those words like the big girl you are.”

And you best believe that he was fucking you like he was trying to push the very words up to your throat, his veins massaging your sweet spots and making you shiver, his pearly white teeth back to sucking on your milk. “I want- hah!” You wince when his right hand slithers down to pinch your clit, “-you to cum- fuck.” You moan when his left keeps toyin’ with your nipples, streaming out dairy for Toji to swallow up. “-inside my cunt, Toji.”

And there—his eyes slightly widen in interest, “You really said it.” A proud smile gracing his face, “You really, really…oh.”

With a few more lewd thrusts, he’s emptying out his heavy balls. 

They tighten as they spurt out the creamiest wads of cum waaaaaay back into your spongy womb, suckin’ up each pearly droplet as Toji fucks them inside you. Splashing out. Pooling out. That bawling divot in the middle of his shaft just leaves a murky mess behind, ribbons of ivory that glue your walls together.

“Oh fuck-” He’s clenching his canines, you swear he’s holding back tears—“And you’re gonna take it-” Toji snarls, fighting against the urge to throw his head back - simply because he wanted to look at you as he stuffed you till you were overspilling. “-take every single last drop-”

The hulking bull hybrid shakes as you clench your velvety walls. “Oh, yes.” You’re shivering once he smacks! your clit once more, swirlin’ those sultry webs of seed with his fingertips.

Toji’s pushing them inwards, again and again. “And yer gonna keep it, aren’t you?” Fucking you, again and again. 

He hums, gluing the edges of his fingers inside your channel, so that not a single gumdrop can leak out of you. “Second rule, sweetness, squeeze those pretty legs. S’gonna tell that pussy to keep my cum inside- give me a lil’ calf, heh.”

“Shit- keep talking and I’ll…”

It’s too late for you. You’re so far gone on his pummeling length that with a few more strokes, you’re reaching your high once more.

White-hot.

Toes curling.

Back arching.

You can’t even control yourself, it’s the most powerfully sinful sensation you’ve felt in your entire life. And this time, not only are you overspilling in Toji’s glutinous white cum - you’re also spraying out your own slick. Translucent splashes of sweetness, so powerful that your entire body shakes. 

Your high was being dragged out of you.

Squirting. You can’t believe you squirted during your first heat with a mate, your first heat mounted.

And as he instinctively bucks his hips through it, your new mate swears- “Fuck- fuck, don’t tell me you’re- oh. You are. Turns out I milked you dry, hm?” Something in him oh-so-triggered by the way you just kept on drippin’ from that pretty cunt, it’s as if the hybrid part of him knew that he had to do something to stop you from losing so much of it. “Rule number four, my sweet mate.”

But no bracing in the world could prepare you for what you felt in that very moment - because suddenly you’re feeling a strength so incredible that it’s as if you’re being split apart. “Your- your knot?”

“Damn right.”

You just had to see this for yourself. Chin hitting your chest as you watch Toji push n’ push the incredibly swollen base of his cock inside you. It was so round n’ red, about four times his actual circumference. 

It sinks in with a lecherous sluuuuuurp—and Toji empties out a few more streaks of cum just from the sheer sensation of having his sensitive hilt sheathed inside of you. Isn’t that every bull’s dream? To have a mate as pretty as you, choking and overstimulated around his knot? Ready to take all of him until you’re pregnant-

“We’re mates now.” You’re still shivering from the shockwaves of your multiple highs, so overstimulated that you don’t hear his murmurs. Sobbing, you’re tugging cutely at his nipple piercings to garner his attention. “Wh-what was that, Toji?”

“I said–” Roughly, he pulls off from your lactating tits. Your milk drivels down either side of his greedy maw, “-that you know a bull’s rut lasts days, right, sweetcheeks?”

“Oh.”

“Guess we have a lot to learn…h-heh.”

.

.

.

Shiu was halfway through his drive to Tokyo.

Halfway through his window cracked down halfway, his dark hair playing in the breeze, head nodding in time with the beat of some early 2010’s pop hit that’d surprisingly managed to calm him down during his drive.

Sure, Kusakabe had completely ruined his plans and forced him to leave you unattended on the farm - but Shiu can’t help but almost feel grateful towards his friend.

After all, it’s not every day that he gets to go out like this - the life of a farmer sure was a busy one. And it was such a nice day out, driving along smooth and silent in his truck like this was almost therapeutic. He’s almost considering getting an apprentice or two so that he’d be able to do this more often. He really thinks he could find inner peace like this, maybe all those self-help magazines he grimaced at in convenience stores were onto something. A man needs time for himself, too, y’know?

Yeah, time for himself. Time to just wind back, enjoy the highway, just appreciate the beauty of the world, y’know?

Halfway through a drive of peace and quiet, when he suddenly realizes-

And Shiu’s stepping so hard on the brakes that he wouldn’t have been surprised if about five other cars smashed into him from behind right about now. And he wouldn’t have noticed, either—”I left the gate of the bull in rut fucking unlocked-”

Immediately after he remembered, Shiu had gone and done a (likely illegal, most definitely illegal) U-turn right then and there. Heading right back where he came from, he’d cut off multiple cars, almost run over some unsuspecting old lady in his haste to get back to his farm - Kusakabe be damned, his best friend could rot in Tokyo until the end of time for all he cared. After all, he was the one that caused all this!

Shiu made it back home in less than half the time it took him to halfway down his journey to Tokyo (he’s sure he ran a few red lights).

And he’s fumbling with the keys of his gates, forgetting his truck and sprinting right up to where his cattle hybrids were. All cooped up inside the pen, they hadn’t gone into the barn still - and yet, with one sweeping glance, Shiu can’t really find any missing.

So he almost dares to breathe a sigh of relief- before his eyes catch the placement where Kusakabe’s bull had resided. Where Toji resided.

And Shiu’s heart drops at the same time as his jaw.

It was empty.

Quickly, he’s suspecting just why the cows and bulls outside weren’t going inside the barn, and Shiu takes another look at his herd—fuck!! Fuck, fuck, fuck - there was one missing.

And he knew exactly who it was.

In urgent, jerky motions, Shiu’s throwing open the gate to the pen (this time double-checking to lock it behind him) and heading straight towards the barn.

The barn where he can hear the rustling of hay, where he can smell the saturated sweetness of hybrid pheromones, where he can see—oh, you on your hands and knees, with your pretty ass raised high in the air for Toji’s cock to plough into, his powerful body. You’re all sprawled out on the hay, saliva and milk splashing out of you at a constant pace. You mewled as he stretched out your cunt so mercilessly, again and again and again. The plump knot ‘round his base hitting your pussylips with almost painful thwacks! 

And by the ribbons of miry cum that clung onto both your lower halves, Shiu was safe to assume that this certainly wasn’t the first round…

Shiu’s nostrils flare, and he’s realizing that this wasn’t just the heady scent of Toji’s rut - it was your heat, too. That luscious creamy smell that made his mouth water, and his cock twitch in his pants as he took in the sight-

BZZZZZZZZ—!

Thank god his phone was on silent mode- Shiu hastens to pick it up before either of you can hear. Though, he doesn’t think he’s very successful with it.

Because just as Shiu places the crackling phone against his ear, whispering out a quiet- “H-hello?” He sees that Toji’s smug, handsome head turns in the direction of the barn door. And he’s smirking straight at the other man as he claims every inch inside of you, Toji’s honed tip pinpointing into every tiny nook and cranny. 

And if that wasn’t enough, he’s leaning down to grab onto your leaky tits- and squeeeeeze out a pure white stream of your milk. Much more than Shiu’s ever been able to tease out of you during milking sessions.

He was making his mate known.

Slowly, Shiu backs out of the barn without you noticing (though, you were so deep in the waves of your carnal pleasure, that he thinks it would’ve been impossible to get your attention anyways).

Only once he’s out of the headiness of the barn does Shiu finally manage to register the other man’s voice-

“Hello? Helloooooo? Man, where are you now-”

“Hey, Kusakabe.” Shiu speaks, still slightly dazed. Still slightly staring through the barn doors from afar - all because of a fucking gate. “Take the next train here from Tokyo- no, don’t worry about your truck, you can pick it up later. No, you don’t need the cattle trailer anymore.”

Kusakabe sputters, “Huh? But why?” At the other man’s silence, one could almost hear the moment that understanding sets in. “Oh man- oh wait, don’t tell me that Toji and that sweet cow hybrid of yours has-”

“Yeah.” Shiu grits, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Unrelated, but would you happen to know any good names for calves?”

A/N. YOU ASK AND DADDY PROVIDES (not child support tho-) YES I SAW Y’ALL IN THE COMMENTS-

Not in front of him. Not behind him. Not even anywhere around him. It was - quite fittingly - emanating from above him, as if the heavens themselves had split open, and the first sign of the pearly gates was the voice of an angel.

You. 

Gojo instantly darts his gaze to where the wiry, bespectacled cashier was staring to avoid eye contact with whom he likely thought to be a madman. A rather cheap device, with rather cheap graphics. A box with the most beautiful voice.

The first spark of elation today.

It sung to him, almost like a siren.

“I-it’s the leading contestant—eek!” The cashier says, and cowers in fear once Gojo’s azure gaze snaps to him in a split-second. Unwavering. Intense.

As the young man trembles, Gojo reads the name tag on his uniform: Ijichi. Huh? That name almost sounded familiar, was it perhaps a long lost friend? Some obscure family member? He looks at the man again, maybe not. Or perhaps…

“We go to the same school.” Ijichi sighs, when it becomes obvious that Gojo was furrowing his pale brows at the name tag. “I’m two years below you, but we had extended maths together. I sat next to you?” Again, that knit between the other’s eyebrows only grows deeper. “Also you plastered one of Yaga’s pictures on my backpack today.” He adjusts his glasses, “And my face.”

Recognition floods Gojo’s face, and he snaps his fingers. “Ahhh, I remember you now- yeah, sorry about that.”

“I-it’s alright! It was an accident.” Ijichi pauses. “I think.”

“Heh…” Pointedly, the white-haired of the two doesn’t answer that question. Instead, he’s turning his eyes back to the television above Ijichi, ravenous not to miss a single second.

The cashier follows, more easy-going now without any additional customers or managers there to keep him moving. He could afford to ask, “Ah- her. Do you watch idol competition shows often? I didn’t expect that of you, Gojo-senpai.”

“Excuse me?”

“I-I mean-” Ijichi waves his hands fervently in front of him in explanation, “It’s just- those shows really do target a certain demographic and- I just didn’t quite expect it with your…oh, but it has been g-getting popular these days so I don’t know what I’m saying-”

“I don’t.” Gojo admits, cutting through the other’s blubbering. He crosses his arms in front of him and aims to look as dignified as possible as he admires the lil’ dance you were doing as you sang. “It’s just…”

And he almost felt stupid asking this- hell, he almost felt fucking shy (which is impossible, Gojo Satoru is never shy). But he does so anyways—

Holding his head high. Index pointing straight at the blurry screen. Pixels which would not hide your beauty.

“Who’s that?”

“Th-that?” Ijichi turns his head back towards the television, and his face breaks out into a dopey smile - Gojo doesn’t even know why it irritated him so much. After all, that was exactly how he felt, too.

So why the hell was another smiling at you like this-

That’s when Ijichi says your name.

And any and all annoyances with the other man simply melts. Simply turns the insides of his chest all warm and gooey. Simply leaves him a little weak in the knees (and he was damn glad that his lower half was obscured by the counter).

Gojo repeats your name, like he was tasting it.

“Stage name: Cupid.” Ijichi continues, watching you dance about the screen now, as well. “She’s been a fan favorite since her audition, even though producers did do a bit of dirty editing to try and make her unpopular- fans saw right through it. And now she’s been in the lead for weeks.”

“Talented.” Gojo grits out - one word. Perhaps the only word that wouldn’t make him positively shatter that nonchalant façade of his and embarrass himself in front of fucking Ijichi of all people.

He nods at the vocal break you were continuing on-screen, your gentle lashes fluttering shut as you put your all into a song that seemed to be of your own make. You nail the note. He trembles. “Though I’ve…seen better.” Lies.

“She has come a long way.” Ijichi hums, eyes closing as he savors the music. It was the last few chords, perfectly in harmony. “She’s the fan-favorite to win the contract from executives, expected to debut sometime next year.”

“Ah- another idol then.” His throat remains parched with his own lies, growing dryer by the seconds of your voice. Your dance. Your presence. “Talented, though…” You finish off your final belt, and Gojo can only repeat, stupidly. Nonchalant, nonchalant. C’mon Satoru, you can do this. 

Gojo shuffles, “So uh- what’s the show name?”

“Idol Academy.” The black-haired man answers, “New episodes air every week at 9PM.”

Scratching behind his back—nonchalant. “Ah, I’ll let my sister know-” You fool! You don’t even have a sister! And only too late does Gojo realize that Ijichi seems to realize this as well, “I mean- uh, Shoko…who is like a sister to me. I’ll let her know- and maybe I’ll check it out, too- if I have the time. Probably won’t though.” Nonchalant! Nailed it!

Ijichi nods, and he looks away from your finished performance. “Well, if you want to vote for her for the upcoming finals then her number is #143.”

“Ah, we’ll see…probably…won-”  Except, for idols, a finished performance isn’t really a finished performance at all. Nonchalant! Nonchalant!

Because then there’s the ending fairy—you with your bright smile directed at the camera, your arms moving behind you as if you were drawing back a bow and arrow. Pop! The arrow embeds…deep into his heart. “I’m going to marry her.”

Gojo pauses after his confession.

Ijichi pauses after his confession.

It seems the world pauses after his confession.

Everyone but you (which made sense you were practically out of this world), who nodded along to the comments that the judges were giving you. As you walk off the screen, Gojo practically leans over the counter to watch your every step- and even your steps past the television frame-

Ijichi reaches up to turn off the television.

So nonchalant.

“Gojo-senpai…” He starts, and this time it’s Gojo that cowers at the way his schoolmate was looking at him.

Before he knows it, there’s the smack! of something being plastered on his face. Flat and glossy. Colors bursting even behind his scrunched-up eyelids.

A…poster.

“Her official poster.” There’s more than just a little amusement in Ijichi’s tone as he watches Gojo rip the paper off of his face and stare down lovingly at your own, right in the middle of it. Smiling a smile that seems to be just for him (nevermind the fact that this had once been Ijichi’s poster). “9PM on Channel 8, #143. Don’t let her down.”

Gojo would vote for you like his life depended on it.

That night, he went home and created a second Twitter account for himself.

@thestrongestfanboy: Voting for Cupid #143 on Idol Academy and u should too or else (҂` ﾛ ´)凸

@Fushidaddy replying to @thestrongestfanboy: already voted, youre late to the club lmao.

@thestrongestfanboy replying to @Fushidaddy: Blocked.

Liked by @CupidOfficial.

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@MnetIdolAcademy: ANNOUNCING THE OFFICIAL DEBUT LINE, CONGRATULATIONS TO OUR RISING GLOBAL STARS!

[GLOBAL VOTE FINAL RESULTS]

RANK #1—Cupid

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And he did.

From his phone, his laptop, his mother’s phone, his father’s phone- Geto’s phone, Shoko’s phone (where he found a copy of the last test paper’s marking scheme—he knew that little con-woman cheated, he feared for her future patients). Until, ultimately, you did win the competition. 

Just as he’d wanted you to.

And Ijichi as well, he supposes. But he is younger (at least, visibly) and more beautiful - therefore Gojo thinks it should count more.

And so you swept every award in the reality competition, and snagged center spot in every headline, concert, and fan account that was ready to feature the freshly-minted popstar.

Almost two years later, by the time that your official debut had come ‘round with a hit single and an album that was climbing the charts, he’d just entered his first year in university. And by then, practically everyone in his life knew by now that he was a sort of…stan. Gojo accepted the title begrudgingly, after Geto and Shoko had walked into his newly-acquired dorm room one day and found every inch of his walls covered in your posters. There was a life-sized cardboard cut-out of you underneath his bed, too, but thankfully they hadn’t found that yet.

Geto threatened to strangle him until he took down the posters of you on his side of the room, at least. They were sharing, after all.

The room was appreciated on stan Twitter, at least. His latest post about it racked up a solid 992.1k views.

@thestrongestfanboy: New room pic!! Can u guess my ultimate bias, bet u can’t^^  \(★ω★)/

Attached was a picture that he’d forgone every single rule and regulation about internet safety to post: from the posters of you dating all the way back to your pre-debut days, to the cardboard cut-out of you, to the plushie of your cupid character, to the American flag with your face on it (why always the American flag for these things, he wasn’t sure), to the rare photocards that he was holding up for the camera. It was a shrine.

The replies…not so much.

@pinkillit: Lemme guess…Cupid? Lol so real, I luv her too!

@thestrongestfanboy replying to @pinkillit: Well I love her more than u so…(￢_￢;)

@pinkillit replying to @thestrongestfanboy: Damn

@gggggnarly: WOAH??

@hearts2hurts: I can’t even send hate, this is impressive ngl.

@utahimeslefttoe: need to do this with my bias

@lovelicky: Parasocialism, who?

@yuuthebaddie: You scare the huzz

@thestrongestfanboy replying to @yuuthebaddie: I don’t need the huzz when I have my queen #thearrowhitme  (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

@Fushidaddy7 replying to @thestrongestfanboy: kinda wish I could hit you rn too #fakefan

@thestrongestfanboy replying to @Fushidaddy7: ??? Blocked.

@Fushidaddy8 replying to @thestrongestfanboy: ?? 

@thestrongestfanboy replying to @Fushidaddy8: Don’t u think it’s kinda problematic to be pushing 40 and arguing with minors online?

@Fushidaddy8 replying to @thestrongestfanboy: youre 19 tf are you talking about?? and also because you claim the arrow hit you, but you don’t even have her rare “First Love, First Kiss” photocard. youre no better than a local lol.

@thestrongestfanboy replying to @Fushidaddy8: U seriously think ur a bigger fan than me? I was there since even before our girl debuted. Lmao.

@Fushidaddy8 replying to @thestrongestfanboy: i was there before she even entered the show- and yes. i am.

That particular scathing reply wasn’t over with just that, and Gojo had realized - clicking on the notification, to his slowly-growing horror - that it would be accompanied by a picture, as well. A snapshot to a room that looked much like his own.

From the posters of you dating all the way back to your pre-debut days, a selfie with you at a rookie fanmeet before (dammit) you’d entered the competition, the cardboard cut-outs, the plushies, the flags, the rare photocards. And yes…the ultra-rare ‘First Love, First Kiss’ photocard that he’d last heard went for a comfortable few hundred dollars on the market.

With you costumed like a sweet, sweet cupid. 

Sparkling eyes. Angel wings. Holding up the second button from the top of a school uniform - a symbol of confession in Japan - as if you were confessing to someone. 

To him.

Gojo’s giggling stupidly and kicking his feet on the bed as he zooms in on the picture, taking in your picture on the photocard- before his phone buzzes with yet another Twitter notification and his heart plummets as he realizes just whose room this is. Fushidaddy8 himself could be seen reflected on the lone mirror in the room: scarred lips smirking, his beefy arms raised in a flex, biceps the size of Gojo’s head—

@pinkillit: He kinda ate you up ngl.

Ignoring that, he responded to the aforementioned perpetrator. 

@thestrongestfanboy replying to @Fushidaddy8: Well I’m going to marry her!! Hope that helps!! ╮(︶▽︶)╭

@Fushidaddy8 replying to @thestrongestfanboy: delulu really isn’t the trululu kid

@thestrongestfanboy replying to @Fushidaddy8: That trend’s dead, unc.

Though he did slide into the other man’s direct messages right after that, in the hopes of buying out the exclusive photocard from him.

He was laughed all the way out of his direct messages.

Gojo Satoru did several things next.

He blocked (and reported) @Fushidaddy8.

He subscribed for a gym membership.

He dragged Geto out of their shared dorm room (sleep-deprived and grumbling at the 3:41AM on the clock, bound to miss the important physics exam that day…semantics, heh) as moral support on his trek to the post office. Where, when his best friend shivered at the cold early morning and questioned just what and to whom were they mailing, Gojo had answered-

“Oh, just my second button.” The very same one that he’d kept safely since their graduation from high school a few months ago - because, see, Gojo Satoru wasn’t the type to fall in love.

He wasn’t the type to confess.

Though, he did get confessed to more times that he could count (he was perhaps the second most popular bachelor on campus, right after Geto - but even that was a highly-debated ranking of first and second). He just never found the one.

That is…

Gojo beams, plastering on a few stamps on the cardboard box- much too big for but a single button. In it, he poured his feelings—corny, yes. But true. “I’m going to send it to my girl, Cupid-”

Geto punches him before he can finish.

@thestrongestfanboy: The lion does not concern himself with the pain that comes with #truelove, even if he cried a little ☆⌒(> _ <)

@Fushidaddy9 replying to @thestrongestfanboy: lmao loser.

Just a few months later, another one of your limited edition photocards was released: the “Said Yes!!” photocard that sold out instantly. Just the cutest photo of you receiving a second button in confession, your expression one of pleasant surprise.

No one believed Gojo when they told them that the button was his.

He bought five.

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@BuzzFeed: Mirror Mirror on the Wall, Who’s The Biggest Fanboy of Them All? Cupid’s Fandom Compare Notes on Fanboy Shrines and 35 Other Delulu Stan Happenings This Week.

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Gojo Satoru had bought 67 albums. 

67…heh.

Sixty-seven different copies of the very same album—yours.

Sixty-seven different copies of the latest addition in your platinum-reaching, Grammy award-winning discography: the ‘Obsession’ album.

Of course, they’re all yours. Because who else would have such banger songs that he wouldn’t mind replaying over and over again until Geto threatened to smash the damn things? Who else would have exclusive photocards so cute stuffed into the crevices of said albums, that he just had to collect them all? Who else would host a fancall event that he simply had to put a dent in his sizable bank account to win?

It was somewhat of a lottery system, and Gojo’s sure he’d funded his local record store for a few months at least with how much he’d cashed out there.

He’d been up bright n’ early on the day your album hit the stores - camping outside with a few avid others of your fandom (though, proudly, he’d been the first one there). Rushing with the rest to buy up your album, your merch, and with it…a chance to see you.

Every album bought was an entry into the raffle that’d grant them a chance to see you.

Just a few minutes of your time through the screen, and even that was like looking through the pearly gates of heaven in Gojo’s eyes. He’d dreamt about it, he’d manifested it, he’d tweeted about it so many times on his private account that everyone but Haibara had blocked him on.

@thestrongestfanboyPRIV: I’M 22 NOW SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME GET WHAT I WANT   (ಥ﹏ಥ)

@thestrongestfanboyPRIV: LORD KNOWS IT WOULD BE THE FIRST TIME.

@thestrongestfanboyPRIV: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (read more…)

@HiByeRawr replying to @thestrongestfanboyPRIV: I believe in you Gojo-senpai ^.^

@Fushidaddy27 replying to @HiByeRawr: dont

@thestrongestfanboyPRIV replying to @Fushidaddy27: How did u even get here??

And so, the wait had dragged on with a few more accounts blocked. 

Until, finally, one day Gojo had been simply scrolling through his emails as he usually did. A few updates from Canvas on his assignment grades. A few A+’s. An email from Geto with nothing but one of those old pictures from Yaga’s abstract dance classes attached. A few more A+’s. An email from the record store saying he won the fancall event. Yet another picture of Yaga-

His heart had damn near stopped.

Actually- Gojo doesn’t think he was even breathing as he hurriedly scrolled back and clicked open the email from the record store. He reads the very first word—

“Congratulations…”

And that’s all he needs to stand up and cheer-

“Shhhh—!” The cryptid-like elderly librarian, Gakuganji, shushes him from just a few tables away. A glare so intense that it makes Gojo sit back down in his seat in an instant, ducking back down to stare at his phone screen.

Heart thundering. Fingers trembling. “Oh my god…” He whispers to himself, knees bouncing underneath the mahogany table as he’s clicking on the link embedded into the email.

It takes him to the official site of your management, where the list of winners had been announced on one page dedicated especially to you. And there - right at the very top - his name. 

Gojo Satoru.

Censored, yes. But he could read it well enough - it was only confirmation of what he already knew through the email. 

And as Gojo tries to tame his giddy elation inside the library, he forgoes those revision papers of his to instead tap away at his phone. First, he texts his parents. Then he texts his friends. Then he emails Nanamin (also one of his friends, but the man had him blocked everywhere else…)- and just as he caught sight of that winner’s email again, Gojo squeals—

“Out of my library!”

Later, Gojo Satoru was added to the campus library Wall of Shame (and Nuisances).

But he didn’t care.

Not one single bit.

@thestrongestfanboy: About to meet my future wife- how do I look?  (￣▽￣*)ゞ

Attached was a selfie of him making your signature bow-and-arrow pose a few days later.

He was well-fitted in his best dress shirt that hugged his toned waist. Cologne practically palpable through the screen. Soft white bangs tamed. Donning a silver chain. False glasses on because he heard in one of your latest interviews that you liked nerds.

Cheeks rosy.

“Bro, isn’t the call for like two minutes?” Geto grumbles from his bed on the other side of the room. Their cramped dorm was already small enough without the other pacing every inch of it in nervousness. 

Gojo whips around with a snarl, “No, for your information it’s actually two and a half minutes.”

Geto squints, “Right…” Before he raises his nose into the air and sniffs—“And god- what is that awful fucking smell?”

“You don’t like it?” His best friend asks innocently, “It’s my cologne.”

“There’s no way your cologne smells like that?” The dark-haired man gapes, leaning back in his bed as he covers his nostrils with a palm.

Geto already has his answer by the way that Gojo starts to squirm. “Well…I may have also added in a bit of your cologne, too…”

“…”

“And Nanamin’s.”

“…”

“And Shoko’s-”

“What the fuck, Satoru?” Geto slaps a hand over his forehead, in the way he much seemed to do when it came to an antic that Gojo did without his consultation (he means, c’mon, if they were to be dumb fucks then they should be dumb fucks together). 

But this was too far even for him.

And Geto only sighs before he’s reaching for his heavy headphones, placing the cushioned device on top of his head. “After this, we’re taking you out to touch grass, man.” He opens his phone to something and blocks out Gojo’s whining protests with it. “I’m serious.”

“And I’m serious when I say you better not fuck this up for me, Suguru.” Gojo stabs an accusing finger at his best friend, while his other hand reaches for his own phone - the scheduled time for your video call was nearing. “Keep yourself scarce when she calls me.”

“Mhm, whatever you say.”

“Because she’s my future wife-”

“Crazy story, bro.”

With Geto not even close to responsive any longer, Gojo huffs as he looks through his notifications-

@Fushidaddy31: YOURE SO CHOPPED LMFAOOOOOOOO

Nevermind.

Instead, he waits in front of his desk. Phone propped up. Earbuds plugged in. Back straight against his chair. More formal and elegant than he had in any of his other meetings or lectures before.

He turns off his notifications and opens up the app that management had directed him to through emails. Pressing on the screen record button, Gojo’s stomach turns as a staff member performs an ID check before the call.

And then it starts.

Your beautiful, beautiful face pops up on the screen.

Those eyes. That smile. The voice that says, “Hello?”

Fuck.

Fuck.

Gojo’s heart drops to his stomach then takes a high-speed elevator right back up to his throat, he can feel the ba-dump! of it there. And later - years and years later - he’ll be able to cringe at the way that his naturally deep voice broke- “H-he-”

Before your face pauses.

It freezes.

And suddenly the call ends.

wait…Gojo taps on his Wi-Fi…he taps on his data…he taps on anything and everything that might make a difference. And yet, nothing ever does. Gojo immediately throws down his earphones on his desk and stands- so fast that his chair topples over—“Suguru!”

The dark-haired man jolts in his bed, turning over at the shriek with his brows scrunched in confusion. Seeing the state his best friend was in, he raises his phone as a shield. “What?”

“Don’t what me- don’t- you- you—” So enraged that he couldn’t even string together a coherent sentence. Face red. Veins popping on his neck. The only way that Geto manages to even slightly discern what the other man may be talking about is by the way he points at his phone, the shared Wi-Fi router, then his phone. 

Geto’s mouth drops, “Ah…” And he catches sight of the orange, blinking right on the router that told the both of them that the day’s data has been finished. He looks at his phone…with the absolutely massive update that had just completed. “In my defense, Love and Deepspace had an update-”

“Suguru, I’m going to kill you.”

Ultimately, no amount of begging or crying to attempting to throttle Geto could reverse the fact that Gojo had won a fancall…and missed it.

All because of his Wi-Fi.

“There there, man.” Geto pats his friend - draped across his bed with his face in his hands - on the back. “At least the new event loaded- it’s an idol event, and I’ll let you play it with Sylus-”

Gojo only sobs louder.

“And then after that, we’ll actually go touch grass. How about that?”

@thestrongestfanboy: Nothing beats a Jet2 holiday to HELL. @DigiGeto ur going to HELL.

@DigiGeto replying to @thestrongestfanboy: Mb

@Fushidaddy32: rare aesthetic: fancall with #her n made her do the coldplay kiss cam trend with me heh