Synopsis: A quiet love that branches from the rotten tree of the Zenin clan. Toji, the elephant of the clan, and his servant; become meaningless together.
CW: Unprotected sĂŠx, mĂĽtingpress, fillingcĂŤrvix, tummybĂźlge. Toji and Servant!reader.
A/N: I just watched the Aquors documentary and cried. This love live shit is serious. Anyways, enjoy this fic!
âSuch a disappointment, Isnt it? Born to such greatness but canât be much help to our clan,â 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 didnât 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 Zeninâs 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 didnât 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 eyeâwhich would be a different tale if it was any other member. However, Toji didnât 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 couldnât be apart of the Zenin clan martial arts training; not that he wanted to join the clan but he wanted more training.
âDonât bother trying, you can never stand beside the other membersâ
The clan member stood in front of Toji, the manâs face inches away from Tojiâs, his body coiled with anger.
âOr do you look down at us? Keeping your chin high, but canât even make the cut to be apart of it.â
He jabbed his finger into one of Tojiâs 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.
âWhy waste time on such a disgrace.â
The man slammed the paper door shut as he stepped out of the room. Tojiâs shoulders dropped, the tension rolling off his body; the manâs 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,
âGet me some tea. Two cups.â
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 donât 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.
âStay. Have some tea with me, the extra cup is for you anyway.â
His fingers absentmindedly gestured to the second cup, expecting you to sit beside him,
âThank youâŚâ
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,
âDid I warm the tea correctly? I put a little extra sugar as well,â
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,
âIts alright. Tastes the same,â
You give him an annoyed glance, a small huff escaping your lips,
âJerk.â
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.
.
.
.
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,
âSaw this while getting my pack,â
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
âWow..! Look at that VeraWang dress!â
Toji pretends to be focused on the dress that the model was posing in, but he could only focus on your excited expression,
âLooks beautiful, youâd look more beautiful in it though,â
You shyly giggle, cowering your face into the magazine, âas if! I couldnât even afford these dresses!â
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 wasnât a Zenin, and if you werenât a servant; youâd 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 Tojiâs 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.
âI canât ruin youâŚ. Canât hurt you, doll,â he gently pulled away leaving your pretty lips swollen, his thumbs caressing your hips, âbut you make me wanna ruin every part of youâŚâ
âPlease⌠I want you so bad,â 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.
âYrâ so soft, dollâ
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.
âT-TojiâŚI need you,â
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.
âmâalmost there baby⌠be patient,â
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 âpleaseâs. 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. Tojiâs lips continued to mark your neck, his teeth grazing the skin that left goosebumps at their wake.
âToji⌠put itâŚâ
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.
âSo fucking tight⌠youâve been cravin me for so long havenât you?â
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,
âT-TojiâŚ! Y-Your so bigâŚ!â
Toji gave a breathy chuckle, âI can see that, baby⌠look how yrâ tummy bulges⌠so fucking hotâŚâ
Your bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, Tojiâs 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.
âFuuckâŚ. Yer too perfectâŚ. Iâm gonna own this pussyâŚ. Sheâs gonna be mineâŚâ
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.
âFeel me?â
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. Tojiâs rough lips kissed the corners of your eyes, then gently on your lips.
âYou did so good⌠so good faâmeâ
Your arm weakly lifted itself to draw it over his back, âI love youâŚâ
His body froze, his heart almost dropped with those whispers that had spilled over your lips, but he still replied back,
âI love you tooâŚâ
.
.
.
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 couldnât 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 happenâ 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,
âYâknow, 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,â
His voice was low, his hand gently ran up your shoulders,
âDoesnât an elephant remember everything? Every bad thing done to it and what not. What drives a big animal to just⌠give up?â
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.
âThe elephant will move soon. Itâll get away from the poking, itâll blow its trunk loud and clear,â
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,
âPlease, Toji⌠promise youâll only love meâŚâ
âI promiseâ
.
.
.
It was now winter, the snow covering the past of the two of you, leaving no traces of it. You didnât 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 youâll 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,
âHere, you got a letter.â
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.
âAs I saw the elephant move and as I watched it blare its trunk; we walked for a short while before the elephant continued on without me. I havenât loved anyone as much as I loved you. You should come to Manzhouli, weâll find the elephant once again.â
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Synopsis: A quiet love that branches from the rotten tree of the Zenin clan. Toji, the elephant of the clan, and his servant; become meaningless together.
CW: Unprotected sĂŠx, mĂĽtingpress, fillingcĂŤrvix, tummybĂźlge. Toji and Servant!reader.
A/N: I just watched the Aquors documentary and cried. This love live shit is serious. Anyways, enjoy this fic!
âSuch a disappointment, Isnt it? Born to such greatness but canât be much help to our clan,â 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 didnât 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 Zeninâs 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 didnât 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 eyeâwhich would be a different tale if it was any other member. However, Toji didnât 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 couldnât be apart of the Zenin clan martial arts training; not that he wanted to join the clan but he wanted more training.
âDonât bother trying, you can never stand beside the other membersâ
The clan member stood in front of Toji, the manâs face inches away from Tojiâs, his body coiled with anger.
âOr do you look down at us? Keeping your chin high, but canât even make the cut to be apart of it.â
He jabbed his finger into one of Tojiâs 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.
âWhy waste time on such a disgrace.â
The man slammed the paper door shut as he stepped out of the room. Tojiâs shoulders dropped, the tension rolling off his body; the manâs 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,
âGet me some tea. Two cups.â
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 donât 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.
âStay. Have some tea with me, the extra cup is for you anyway.â
His fingers absentmindedly gestured to the second cup, expecting you to sit beside him,
âThank youâŚâ
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,
âDid I warm the tea correctly? I put a little extra sugar as well,â
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,
âIts alright. Tastes the same,â
You give him an annoyed glance, a small huff escaping your lips,
âJerk.â
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.
.
.
.
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,
âSaw this while getting my pack,â
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
âWow..! Look at that VeraWang dress!â
Toji pretends to be focused on the dress that the model was posing in, but he could only focus on your excited expression,
âLooks beautiful, youâd look more beautiful in it though,â
You shyly giggle, cowering your face into the magazine, âas if! I couldnât even afford these dresses!â
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 wasnât a Zenin, and if you werenât a servant; youâd 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 Tojiâs 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.
âI canât ruin youâŚ. Canât hurt you, doll,â he gently pulled away leaving your pretty lips swollen, his thumbs caressing your hips, âbut you make me wanna ruin every part of youâŚâ
âPlease⌠I want you so bad,â 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.
âYrâ so soft, dollâ
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.
âT-TojiâŚI need you,â
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.
âmâalmost there baby⌠be patient,â
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 âpleaseâs. 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. Tojiâs lips continued to mark your neck, his teeth grazing the skin that left goosebumps at their wake.
âToji⌠put itâŚâ
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.
âSo fucking tight⌠youâve been cravin me for so long havenât you?â
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,
âT-TojiâŚ! Y-Your so bigâŚ!â
Toji gave a breathy chuckle, âI can see that, baby⌠look how yrâ tummy bulges⌠so fucking hotâŚâ
Your bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, Tojiâs 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.
âFuuckâŚ. Yer too perfectâŚ. Iâm gonna own this pussyâŚ. Sheâs gonna be mineâŚâ
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.
âFeel me?â
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. Tojiâs rough lips kissed the corners of your eyes, then gently on your lips.
âYou did so good⌠so good faâmeâ
Your arm weakly lifted itself to draw it over his back, âI love youâŚâ
His body froze, his heart almost dropped with those whispers that had spilled over your lips, but he still replied back,
âI love you tooâŚâ
.
.
.
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 couldnât 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 happenâ 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,
âYâknow, 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,â
His voice was low, his hand gently ran up your shoulders,
âDoesnât an elephant remember everything? Every bad thing done to it and what not. What drives a big animal to just⌠give up?â
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.
âThe elephant will move soon. Itâll get away from the poking, itâll blow its trunk loud and clear,â
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,
âPlease, Toji⌠promise youâll only love meâŚâ
âI promiseâ
.
.
.
It was now winter, the snow covering the past of the two of you, leaving no traces of it. You didnât 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 youâll 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,
âHere, you got a letter.â
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.
âAs I saw the elephant move and as I watched it blare its trunk; we walked for a short while before the elephant continued on without me. I havenât loved anyone as much as I loved you. You should come to Manzhouli, weâll find the elephant once again.â
Synopsis: Tojiâs been sleeping with a married woman, even telling his friend about their forbidden love; unbeknownst to his best friend, itâs his wife.
A/N: inspired by one of my favorite Adventura songsâ Ella y yo. Iâm writing this before I have a massive examâŚand in between writing two other ficsâ enjoy!
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 feetâ 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 Shiuâs, 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,
âYâknow, I think I found someone I like,â Toji tipped the half empty beer, watching as the liquid edged the rim before taking another swig. Shiuâs eyes widen, he almost spat back the sip of beer that he was holding within his lips,
âReally? Whoâs the lucky lady?â
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,
âSheâs⌠never mind⌠itâs just fantasy,â Toji squashed those memories with the bubbling liquid going down his throat. Shiu didnât take that lightly, he took another swig of his drink, pointing the glass toward Toji in a accusatory manner,
âOh câmon, tell me! Iâve never seen you so shy about a womanâ câmon, whatâs holding ya back?â
Toji touched the back of his neck in a nervous manner, âwell⌠sheâs not a single woman⌠sheâs with some guy, married.â
Shiu raised an eyebrow, but his lips curled into a smirk, âohhh⌠didnât think youâd be the homewrecker⌠actually who am I kidding,â Shiu chuckled, his finger touching the edges of the rim, âwell, donât let that stop you; you practically have her already. The ring doesnât chain her heart.â
Toji let out a small huff, one that could be played off for laughter, but he felt guilty for sleeping with you, âDonât go sayinâ that, I donât wanna leave the guy brokenheartedâ
That made Shiu cackle, âHa! Since when did you care about that! Man⌠something about her is making you too soft. Câmon man, donât be an idiot, fight for love!â
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âfuuuck⌠yrâ so tight! Were you waitinâ fer this? Thinking about this dick while with him, huh?â
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,
âMmmâyeah! I was waiting for youâŚ!â
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, Tojiâs rough lips working on yoursâ you shouldâve 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.
âSuch a sweet thing, sucking me in so good,â 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 Shiuâs 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,
âSheâs fuckinâ made frâ me, taking me deep in⌠she just needed a real man, huh?â
He could practically feel your pussy vibrate, purring at his filthy words; he wondered if Shiu ever saw this expression of yours. You couldnât 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 Tojiâs hips ramming into yours, his body locked upâ 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. Tojiâs 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 couldnât tell if Shiu could see the hickey on his neck, could he tell they were from your lips? Toji couldnât 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 itâ
âSo, what happened with your secret lady?â
Shiuâs voice quickly chilled Tojiâs body, it caused him to grip on his drink tighter. Turning his head away from Shiu, he leaned into his chair deeper,
âI told you to drop it, Iâm not gonna do shit with her,â 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 couldnât just get rid of that sweet taste from his lips.
âCâmon, youâre getting old, might as well settle down.â
âYa dont know who could get hurt by all this.â
That intrigued Shiu, âSince when did you ever care about that? I say, just take whatâs already yours.â
The comment only fueled the frustration that was brewing in Tojiâs 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 couldnât betray the man who had been there for him, his best friend. Even with that, the truth kept etching itself up his throat.
âOh yeah? Cuz Iâve been ramming my cock inside your wife,â 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 Shiuâs shock face. He watched as his eyes fell onto his ring, widening even more as if his finger fell off,
âMy wife?â
âWell, I dunno if sheâs yours anymore. Like ya said, her heart is not chained by the ring.â
Synopsis: Tojiâs been sleeping with a married woman, even telling his friend about their forbidden love; unbeknownst to his best friend, itâs his wife.
A/N: inspired by one of my favorite Adventura songsâ Ella y yo. Iâm writing this before I have a massive examâŚand in between writing two other ficsâ enjoy!
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 feetâ 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 Shiuâs, 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,
âYâknow, I think I found someone I like,â Toji tipped the half empty beer, watching as the liquid edged the rim before taking another swig. Shiuâs eyes widen, he almost spat back the sip of beer that he was holding within his lips,
âReally? Whoâs the lucky lady?â
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,
âSheâs⌠never mind⌠itâs just fantasy,â Toji squashed those memories with the bubbling liquid going down his throat. Shiu didnât take that lightly, he took another swig of his drink, pointing the glass toward Toji in a accusatory manner,
âOh câmon, tell me! Iâve never seen you so shy about a womanâ câmon, whatâs holding ya back?â
Toji touched the back of his neck in a nervous manner, âwell⌠sheâs not a single woman⌠sheâs with some guy, married.â
Shiu raised an eyebrow, but his lips curled into a smirk, âohhh⌠didnât think youâd be the homewrecker⌠actually who am I kidding,â Shiu chuckled, his finger touching the edges of the rim, âwell, donât let that stop you; you practically have her already. The ring doesnât chain her heart.â
Toji let out a small huff, one that could be played off for laughter, but he felt guilty for sleeping with you, âDonât go sayinâ that, I donât wanna leave the guy brokenheartedâ
That made Shiu cackle, âHa! Since when did you care about that! Man⌠something about her is making you too soft. Câmon man, donât be an idiot, fight for love!â
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âfuuuck⌠yrâ so tight! Were you waitinâ fer this? Thinking about this dick while with him, huh?â
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,
âMmmâyeah! I was waiting for youâŚ!â
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, Tojiâs rough lips working on yoursâ you shouldâve 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.
âSuch a sweet thing, sucking me in so good,â 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 Shiuâs 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,
âSheâs fuckinâ made frâ me, taking me deep in⌠she just needed a real man, huh?â
He could practically feel your pussy vibrate, purring at his filthy words; he wondered if Shiu ever saw this expression of yours. You couldnât 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 Tojiâs hips ramming into yours, his body locked upâ 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. Tojiâs 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 couldnât tell if Shiu could see the hickey on his neck, could he tell they were from your lips? Toji couldnât 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 itâ
âSo, what happened with your secret lady?â
Shiuâs voice quickly chilled Tojiâs body, it caused him to grip on his drink tighter. Turning his head away from Shiu, he leaned into his chair deeper,
âI told you to drop it, Iâm not gonna do shit with her,â 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 couldnât just get rid of that sweet taste from his lips.
âCâmon, youâre getting old, might as well settle down.â
âYa dont know who could get hurt by all this.â
That intrigued Shiu, âSince when did you ever care about that? I say, just take whatâs already yours.â
The comment only fueled the frustration that was brewing in Tojiâs 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 couldnât betray the man who had been there for him, his best friend. Even with that, the truth kept etching itself up his throat.
âOh yeah? Cuz Iâve been ramming my cock inside your wife,â 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 Shiuâs shock face. He watched as his eyes fell onto his ring, widening even more as if his finger fell off,
âMy wife?â
âWell, I dunno if sheâs yours anymore. Like ya said, her heart is not chained by the ring.â
Synopsis: Choso is a loser who has resigned himself on being a chud; furthermore, when his upstair neighbors were having loud sex, he decided to distract himself with a camgirl website. Thatâs where he finds the love of his life.
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 couldnât 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 usersâ 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: itâs so annoying⌠theyâve been going at it for hours!!! ăಠçಠ)ă彥âťââť HOW do I deal with this?!
Some users suggested using noise canceling headphones, even podcasts that went along with the advice, but still it wasnât enough for him. He kept scrolling through the messages until he saw a particular comment.
@J3lk_Mast33r: Maybe you need some special entertainment d( > _ăť ) Hereâs a site that will help ya,man! â>
Choso was a bit hesitant to click on the link, he didnât need some porn to make his day better; he needed to distract himself from his horny neighbors. Though, he couldnât 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.
âWelcome,
You have entered into a world of comfort and pleasure. Our websiteâs 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 âacceptâ to see our ladies!â
What a scam, was his initial thought of the site, but he still clicked âacceptâ. 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 youâ 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.
âUncover me now~â
Words etched under the image teasing Choso to click on the âchatâ button. His finger hovering over his mouse key, contemplating whether to bite the bullet, but one more glance at curves of your bodyâhe pressed down, beginning his chat. (Well, shortly after purchasing 30 minutes worth of your time)
âThank you! She will be with you shortly!â
Within those moments, Choso quickly made sure that he looked presentableâ cleaning his desk area, fixing his hair, wiping off the crumbs off his shirt. It still didnât 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.
âOops⌠sorry about that,â you shifted the camera upward to finally show your beautiful face, âShall we get the night started?â
âuh-Iâve never done this before⌠How does this work?â 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, âItâs okay, Iâm here to keep you entertained, to play out any wild desires you have,â 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,âLetâs start out slow thenâ
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, toyâs laid beside you ready to play out anything heâd 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 braâthe 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.
âYou like that?â
Chosoâs mouth went dry as you finally addressed him, âY-Yeah,â his voice quivering as he continued to map out his hard cock through his boxers.
âHmmâŚI donât knowâŚ. Maybe I should try harder to make you love it, right?â
You push aside your laced panties, rubbing the vibrator against your wet foldsâ 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 didnât do anything to stop it.
âMmmâŚ.I-Iâm soo wet⌠tightâfor you,â the toy goes deeper into your cunt, the gummy walls clenching tightly onto the vibrations. Chosoâs 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 cumâ yet his fist were clenched to his side.
âCan youâŚ.put another toy insideâŚ?â 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, âFinally giving ordersâŚ?â 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 Chosoâs enjoyment.
âL-LookâŚI-Iâm such a mess for youuâŚ. yer so f-filthyyy..!â 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.
âFuuuck⌠I-Iâm so dirty⌠Iâm so disgustingâŚâ 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.
âMmm⌠sho disgusting⌠sucha pervertâŚ.â 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.
âAww, yrâ close?âŚ.What a perv, ready to cum all over his screen?â 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.
âFuuuckkâŚ.Iâmm gonna cummmâŚ. So close! Cu-CummingâŚ!!â
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. Chosoâs 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.
âWe 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 <3â
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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 siteâcreating 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, heâs been spending hours looking at your content; absorbing the many ways you fucked yourself dumb. He couldnât get enough of it, to the point that he had spent a large chunk of money getting exclusive content from you.
âGo-God⌠I.. I canât get enoughâŚ!â 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.
âFu-uhhck! So sexyâŚ.!â 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 skinâ yet he didnât 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 Chosoâs 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 itâs 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 wouldnât 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 heâs 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 youâve 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 wallsâ he needed it to be almost exact of what he imagined your pussy felt. Choso was so absorbed by his search that he didnât 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.
âI didnât know I made you feel so desperate,â you glance at the silicone cunt in his hands, you couldnât help but back him into the shelves, âWere you going to use that for our next call? You were going to dirty that while I entertain you?â
He couldnât even speak, he could only grip onto the toy as his body coward by the smoothness of your voice, âMaybe..,â Choso couldnât even defend himself against your gaze.
Your fingers trailed over his chest, the heat seeping through the fabric of his shirt, âYâknow, Iâm right here right nowâŚ. Why not try the real thing?â
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Getting to Chosoâs 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 couldnât help but lean your face closer, âYrâ worse than a dog in heatâ
His body shivered at the implication, but he continued to grind himself onto your knee, his eyes couldnât meet your intense gaze, âY-Yeah⌠I amâŚâ
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,
âmaybe we should try the silicon pussy, I wanna see how long you can handle that before you try me,â the words almost coming out in a sort of enchanting whisper that sent sparks down Chosoâs already hard cock. Your hand palmed against the straining fabric of his jeans, you could hear the cries of his girth wanting your touchâ 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 Chosoâs body; additionally, it didnât 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.
His head snapped back, the tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. Choso couldnât 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 nippleâ 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 didnât know for how long he could hold on,
âMâgonna cuum! G-Go harder!â
Chosoâs 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 backâ he could even hear his heart thumping against his ears. Yet, he turned his head toward you, his voice coming out in a croak,
âIâŚ. I wanna feel youâŚâ
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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 Chosoâs mattress that were barely holding together; lastly, the rhythmic smacks of your hips pushing down onto Chosoâs 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.
âFuckâŚ! You feel sooo goodâŚ.so fucking good!â
You couldnât 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,
âYes!! Youâre so goodâŚ!â
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.
âFeelssooo goodâŚ. So tightâŚ.so fucking warm,â 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 didnât 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.
âGoâGo harder! Fuck me harder!â
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 itâ your cunt was just salivating for him. Hearing your pleas, Chosoâs 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. Chosoâs 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 didnât 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.
âFuckâŚ. Iâm gonna cumâŚ! Let me cum insideâŚ. PleaseâŚ. Please!â
Chosoâs whines made your cunt tighten, you bobbed your head into a nod as you couldnât 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. Chosoâs 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, cumâ 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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Synopsis: Choso is a loser who has resigned himself on being a chud; furthermore, when his upstair neighbors were having loud sex, he decided to distract himself with a camgirl website. Thatâs where he finds the love of his life.
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 couldnât 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 usersâ 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: itâs so annoying⌠theyâve been going at it for hours!!! ăಠçಠ)ă彥âťââť HOW do I deal with this?!
Some users suggested using noise canceling headphones, even podcasts that went along with the advice, but still it wasnât enough for him. He kept scrolling through the messages until he saw a particular comment.
@J3lk_Mast33r: Maybe you need some special entertainment d( > _ăť ) Hereâs a site that will help ya,man! â>
Choso was a bit hesitant to click on the link, he didnât need some porn to make his day better; he needed to distract himself from his horny neighbors. Though, he couldnât 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.
âWelcome,
You have entered into a world of comfort and pleasure. Our websiteâs 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 âacceptâ to see our ladies!â
What a scam, was his initial thought of the site, but he still clicked âacceptâ. 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 youâ 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.
âUncover me now~â
Words etched under the image teasing Choso to click on the âchatâ button. His finger hovering over his mouse key, contemplating whether to bite the bullet, but one more glance at curves of your bodyâhe pressed down, beginning his chat. (Well, shortly after purchasing 30 minutes worth of your time)
âThank you! She will be with you shortly!â
Within those moments, Choso quickly made sure that he looked presentableâ cleaning his desk area, fixing his hair, wiping off the crumbs off his shirt. It still didnât 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.
âOops⌠sorry about that,â you shifted the camera upward to finally show your beautiful face, âShall we get the night started?â
âuh-Iâve never done this before⌠How does this work?â 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, âItâs okay, Iâm here to keep you entertained, to play out any wild desires you have,â 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,âLetâs start out slow thenâ
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, toyâs laid beside you ready to play out anything heâd 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 braâthe 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.
âYou like that?â
Chosoâs mouth went dry as you finally addressed him, âY-Yeah,â his voice quivering as he continued to map out his hard cock through his boxers.
âHmmâŚI donât knowâŚ. Maybe I should try harder to make you love it, right?â
You push aside your laced panties, rubbing the vibrator against your wet foldsâ 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 didnât do anything to stop it.
âMmmâŚ.I-Iâm soo wet⌠tightâfor you,â the toy goes deeper into your cunt, the gummy walls clenching tightly onto the vibrations. Chosoâs 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 cumâ yet his fist were clenched to his side.
âCan youâŚ.put another toy insideâŚ?â 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, âFinally giving ordersâŚ?â 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 Chosoâs enjoyment.
âL-LookâŚI-Iâm such a mess for youuâŚ. yer so f-filthyyy..!â 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.
âFuuuck⌠I-Iâm so dirty⌠Iâm so disgustingâŚâ 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.
âMmm⌠sho disgusting⌠sucha pervertâŚ.â 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.
âAww, yrâ close?âŚ.What a perv, ready to cum all over his screen?â 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.
âFuuuckkâŚ.Iâmm gonna cummmâŚ. So close! Cu-CummingâŚ!!â
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. Chosoâs 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.
âWe 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 <3â
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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 siteâcreating 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, heâs been spending hours looking at your content; absorbing the many ways you fucked yourself dumb. He couldnât get enough of it, to the point that he had spent a large chunk of money getting exclusive content from you.
âGo-God⌠I.. I canât get enoughâŚ!â 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.
âFu-uhhck! So sexyâŚ.!â 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 skinâ yet he didnât 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 Chosoâs 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 itâs 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 wouldnât 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 heâs 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 youâve 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 wallsâ he needed it to be almost exact of what he imagined your pussy felt. Choso was so absorbed by his search that he didnât 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.
âI didnât know I made you feel so desperate,â you glance at the silicone cunt in his hands, you couldnât help but back him into the shelves, âWere you going to use that for our next call? You were going to dirty that while I entertain you?â
He couldnât even speak, he could only grip onto the toy as his body coward by the smoothness of your voice, âMaybe..,â Choso couldnât even defend himself against your gaze.
Your fingers trailed over his chest, the heat seeping through the fabric of his shirt, âYâknow, Iâm right here right nowâŚ. Why not try the real thing?â
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Getting to Chosoâs 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 couldnât help but lean your face closer, âYrâ worse than a dog in heatâ
His body shivered at the implication, but he continued to grind himself onto your knee, his eyes couldnât meet your intense gaze, âY-Yeah⌠I amâŚâ
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,
âmaybe we should try the silicon pussy, I wanna see how long you can handle that before you try me,â the words almost coming out in a sort of enchanting whisper that sent sparks down Chosoâs already hard cock. Your hand palmed against the straining fabric of his jeans, you could hear the cries of his girth wanting your touchâ 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 Chosoâs body; additionally, it didnât 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.
His head snapped back, the tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. Choso couldnât 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 nippleâ 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 didnât know for how long he could hold on,
âMâgonna cuum! G-Go harder!â
Chosoâs 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 backâ he could even hear his heart thumping against his ears. Yet, he turned his head toward you, his voice coming out in a croak,
âIâŚ. I wanna feel youâŚâ
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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 Chosoâs mattress that were barely holding together; lastly, the rhythmic smacks of your hips pushing down onto Chosoâs 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.
âFuckâŚ! You feel sooo goodâŚ.so fucking good!â
You couldnât 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,
âYes!! Youâre so goodâŚ!â
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.
âFeelssooo goodâŚ. So tightâŚ.so fucking warm,â 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 didnât 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.
âGoâGo harder! Fuck me harder!â
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 itâ your cunt was just salivating for him. Hearing your pleas, Chosoâs 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. Chosoâs 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 didnât 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.
âFuckâŚ. Iâm gonna cumâŚ! Let me cum insideâŚ. PleaseâŚ. Please!â
Chosoâs whines made your cunt tighten, you bobbed your head into a nod as you couldnât 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. Chosoâs 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, cumâ 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.
Synopsis: You and Higuruma find out that your spouses are cheating with each other. Out of curiosity, the two of you try to figure out how they couldâve fallen in love.
A/N: I was heavily inspired by my favorite movie, âIn the mood for loveâ directed by Wong Kar Wai, I wanted to make a fic abt it with Higuruma. I also made a Choso smut buttt ima re-write it.
Edit: a lot of Luis Miguel music also inspired this and some Shirley Kwan (a lot of BjĂśrk too)â also idk if I should post more fics cuz I got this one ideaâ
âWhere did you buy that handbag? Iâve been thinking of buying one for my wife,â higuruma took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke blowing across the table, the smell blending in with the wood that covered the diner walls. His tired eyes watched as you swirl the drink in your hand, how the expensive dress hung your figure, the way your hair was always in place. You were always such an elegant woman.
âDo you think your wife would like that? Having the same exact handbag as her neighbor?â Your eyes finally meeting his. You didnât know much about the man in front of youâ only that he lived next door with his wife. He was polite, giving a small smile whenever you bumped into him in the hallway of the complex. A warmth that was a stark contrast to your husband.
He let out a soft huff of laughter, âI know⌠Iâm not really good with this sort of thing. I wanted to ask since my wifeâs birthday is in a few days,â he dusted off the ashes of the cigarette into the tray, âPerhaps I can buy the bag in a different colorâ
âI would have to ask my husband, he bought it abroad. Itâs not sold hereâ
He lets out a frustrated sigh. Then, Hiromi puts out his cigarette, digging the bud into the tray, taking out another to light. You watch as he pulled out an intricately designed lighter, made with a rich wood with embedded gold around the edges,
âYou know, I have a question for youâŚWhere did you get that lighter?â
He softly smiled, holding the lighter out. His fingers trace along the carvings, âMy wife actually got this for me. She also got this abroad.â
âHow lovely⌠my husband has the same one⌠said that his boss got for him. Abroad.â
His body stiffens a bit, he sets the lighter flat on the table, âIsnt that interestingâŚActually, my wife has the same handbag as yours⌠she got it abroad.â
Your throat dries, your fingers stop caressing the side of the cupâyou thought you were the only one that knew. It became all too real, having to truly face that your husband was sleeping with another woman, with your neighborâs wife no less. The feeling slowly passes, your senses focusing onto the soft jazz playing in the diner, the smell of the cigarette coming from Hiromi. A sort of sweet comfort crept as well; at least, knowing that you werenât alone in this chaos.
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âMust we share the taxi together?â You complain to Hiromi as your shoulders brush against one another. You couldnât 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 couldnât help but stray, how could you let your husband stray away from you? Why couldnât 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.
âI donât want to be alone with my mind right now,â 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, âI wonder how they fell in love. What did we lack?â
You couldnât help but scoff, turning your sights out the city once more, âItâs no good to dwell on such details⌠Can you even call it love?â
Hiromi shrugs, leaning his elbow at the car window, âI wasnât that good of a husband⌠always worked⌠I wish I told my wife how beautiful she was,â 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 cheapâYou 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 Hiromiâs eyes longed to fix his marriage, it couldnât 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.
âWhy donât we figure it out? I mean, we should help each other to fix our marriages.â
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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.
âWhat does your husband usually say when he gets home?â
You fix up your posture, trying to recall the times your husband actually came home on time, âhe usually goes to sleep after work.â
Hiromi turns his body toward you, his hand extending to brush away some invisible dust from your cheek, âYou look lovely tonight,â his hand slowly runs through your jaw before retreating back, âhowâs that?â
Your body snapped up straight from his touch, it had been so long since someone had made an effort to complement you, âthatâŚ. That was good⌠What does your wife usually do for you?â
Hiromiâs 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 couldnât help but let out a soft huff, âMy wife usually is sowing up her dresses while sheâs watching television. Seeing her like that makes me want to scoop her up in my arms, but⌠I always held back.â
âThatâs very romantic. I never imagined a man like yourself would swoon at the simplest things,â even yourself let a smile creep up at his words, they were so sweet, âWell, Iâll get into position. Pretend youâre coming home from work.â
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 jumpedâthough you knew this was going to happenâ his nose nuzzled into the neck of your dress. You smelled luxurious, your skin was so soft as he dragged his nose upward.
âIâve missed you,â 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,
âIâm glad that youâre finally homeâŚhoney,â the words sound foreign against your mouth, but you couldnât 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.
âWe wonât be like them⌠weâll be different,â 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 shouldnât 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 stoveâ 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 kettleâ half expecting one of your husbands friends to grab a beer from the fridgeâ 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.
âWh-what are you doing here?â You try to politely inquire, setting out two tea cups.
âI was invited. To play.â
âAnd you agreed? What were you thinking?â The words coming out a bit hostile, but you put your foot down, âWhat if my husband finds out aboutâŚâ
ââAnd then what? The two of them are already cheating, even then, how would they even find out?â He shot back, feeling a bit frustrated being dragged to one of your husbandâs 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 couldnât help but stare at Hiromiâs 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 voiceâYou felt silly for having such juvenile feelings about a married man. But, Hiromiâs 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 Hiromiâs 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. Hiromiâs 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 wasnât 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.
âYâknow you can smoke inside the apartment? Everyone else decided to,â 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, âI prefer smoking alone.â
âoh really? You seemed fine smoking in front of me at the dinerâ
That comment made Hiromi smirk, âI guess I felt comfortable with you.â
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.
âMyâŚmy husband will go abroad soon,,â your voice interrupting the silence that had enveloped the two of you. Hiromi took the final drag of his cigarette before flicking it away,
âMy wife is also going abroad soonâŚâ
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You only had to wait a week until your husband had to go on his âbusinessâ trip. Once the day approached, you happily waved him goodbyeâ 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 wouldnât show. His worries were about to be resolved as he heard the clicks of your heels. This dark eyes finally found your form,
âYou⌠you look radiant,â he was in utter awe with your grace, the color of your dress complimenting your skin, the jewelry enhancing your beauty.
âThank you⌠you look⌠decent in your suitâ
Hiromi chuckled, ââDecentâ? You couldâve said handsome.â
Your face warmed up, you swatted his shoulder to save a bit of dignity, âJust get the cab.â
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 Hiromiâs 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.
âYâknow what Iâve always wanted to do? I wanted to dance with you,â Hiromi voice fills in the room, his longing melding with the words.
You softly chuckled, âwith me? Do you believe I can dance?â
Hiromi held onto his sincerity, âsince our moment, Iâve dreamt of holding you closer, staring into your beautiful eyes as long the world letâs usâŚIâll hold youâŚLet me guide you.â
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,
âYouâll guide me? You promise to hold me close?â
âI promise.â
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.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he softly murmured against your ear, his hands rubbing up and down your hips, then taking your hands once more to twirl you forward, âIâve dreamed of youâŚâ
Your breath hitched, âMe too⌠Iâve dreamed of this room⌠being with youâŚ.letting goâŚâ
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.
âI never thought youâd fall in love with me,â your words coming out in a hush tone, maybe too scared to be honest.
âNeither did Iâ
âI was only curious how it beganâŚ. But I know now⌠feelings creep upâŚâ
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 didnât 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.
âIâm transferring to a firm in Taiwan,â he hesitantly murmured, his eyes filled with sorrow.
âWhatâŚ?â
He sat himself beside you, letting you sit up, âIâm⌠Iâm moving to Taiwan,â he looks away from you, not wanting to see the hurt in your eyes.
âW-with your wifeâŚ?â
âNo⌠Iâve decided to split from her. Iâm only moving to Taiwan.â
âWhy so far? Why not a town over? Why leave the countryââ
âbecause I know youâd never leave your husband,â he finally looks at you, his eyes that could only speak of hurt, âI rather just go awayâŚâ
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.
âWhy couldnât you be satisfied with the parts I give you! Why canât you stay alone with me! Why-Why do you have to leave,,â you shove your finger to his chest in anger, the tears burning your eyes, âPlease donât leave me, HiromiâŚâ
âThen come with meâŚâ
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 foreverâ you wished to say yes. Deep down, he was right. You couldnât leave your husband, youâve forced yourself to be content with him. You couldnât 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 didnât 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 cheeksâ 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.
âPlease⌠please donât go so far⌠please I⌠I love you,â 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 didnât 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 wasnât 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 neckâ he just needed a few seconds of silence.
âHiguruma.â
Hiromi internally groaned, he didnât need any more paperwork right now, âyes?â
The young intern looked a bit awkward but continued, âsome lady was looking for you.â
âLady? What did she want?â
âShe was just pacing around the front area,â the young man motioned over to the front, âwhen I tried talking to her, she asked if you worked here.â
Hiromi quirked up an eyebrow, he hadnt worked with a recent female client, maybe it was some relative, âdid she give a name?â
The young man shook his head, making Hiromi ask another question, âwhat did she look like?â
âShe was sum rich lady, well looked rich. Nice hair, dressed in some designer summer collection, ton of jewelryâ she also wasnât from here.â
Hiromiâs face paled, his heart knew it was you, âshe just came in and leftâŚ?â
âWell, she took one of your business cards just before leaving.â
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,
âI think she left this,â he opened his palm in front of Hiromi revealing an engraved lighter, a wooden one that had a navy stain, âDamn, it looks like itta cost an arm and a legâ
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.
âAre you going to keep it?â The intern asked Hiromi, causing Hiromi to look up from the flame.
âYeah.â
The internâs chest softly rumbled in a light chuckle, âI thought you said you quit smokingâ
âI guess Iâm going to pick it right up,â 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.
Synopsis: You and Higuruma find out that your spouses are cheating with each other. Out of curiosity, the two of you try to figure out how they couldâve fallen in love.
A/N: I was heavily inspired by my favorite movie, âIn the mood for loveâ directed by Wong Kar Wai, I wanted to make a fic abt it with Higuruma. I also made a Choso smut buttt ima re-write it.
Edit: a lot of Luis Miguel music also inspired this and some Shirley Kwan (a lot of BjĂśrk too)â also idk if I should post more fics cuz I got this one ideaâ
âWhere did you buy that handbag? Iâve been thinking of buying one for my wife,â higuruma took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke blowing across the table, the smell blending in with the wood that covered the diner walls. His tired eyes watched as you swirl the drink in your hand, how the expensive dress hung your figure, the way your hair was always in place. You were always such an elegant woman.
âDo you think your wife would like that? Having the same exact handbag as her neighbor?â Your eyes finally meeting his. You didnât know much about the man in front of youâ only that he lived next door with his wife. He was polite, giving a small smile whenever you bumped into him in the hallway of the complex. A warmth that was a stark contrast to your husband.
He let out a soft huff of laughter, âI know⌠Iâm not really good with this sort of thing. I wanted to ask since my wifeâs birthday is in a few days,â he dusted off the ashes of the cigarette into the tray, âPerhaps I can buy the bag in a different colorâ
âI would have to ask my husband, he bought it abroad. Itâs not sold hereâ
He lets out a frustrated sigh. Then, Hiromi puts out his cigarette, digging the bud into the tray, taking out another to light. You watch as he pulled out an intricately designed lighter, made with a rich wood with embedded gold around the edges,
âYou know, I have a question for youâŚWhere did you get that lighter?â
He softly smiled, holding the lighter out. His fingers trace along the carvings, âMy wife actually got this for me. She also got this abroad.â
âHow lovely⌠my husband has the same one⌠said that his boss got for him. Abroad.â
His body stiffens a bit, he sets the lighter flat on the table, âIsnt that interestingâŚActually, my wife has the same handbag as yours⌠she got it abroad.â
Your throat dries, your fingers stop caressing the side of the cupâyou thought you were the only one that knew. It became all too real, having to truly face that your husband was sleeping with another woman, with your neighborâs wife no less. The feeling slowly passes, your senses focusing onto the soft jazz playing in the diner, the smell of the cigarette coming from Hiromi. A sort of sweet comfort crept as well; at least, knowing that you werenât alone in this chaos.
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âMust we share the taxi together?â You complain to Hiromi as your shoulders brush against one another. You couldnât 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 couldnât help but stray, how could you let your husband stray away from you? Why couldnât 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.
âI donât want to be alone with my mind right now,â 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, âI wonder how they fell in love. What did we lack?â
You couldnât help but scoff, turning your sights out the city once more, âItâs no good to dwell on such details⌠Can you even call it love?â
Hiromi shrugs, leaning his elbow at the car window, âI wasnât that good of a husband⌠always worked⌠I wish I told my wife how beautiful she was,â 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 cheapâYou 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 Hiromiâs eyes longed to fix his marriage, it couldnât 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.
âWhy donât we figure it out? I mean, we should help each other to fix our marriages.â
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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.
âWhat does your husband usually say when he gets home?â
You fix up your posture, trying to recall the times your husband actually came home on time, âhe usually goes to sleep after work.â
Hiromi turns his body toward you, his hand extending to brush away some invisible dust from your cheek, âYou look lovely tonight,â his hand slowly runs through your jaw before retreating back, âhowâs that?â
Your body snapped up straight from his touch, it had been so long since someone had made an effort to complement you, âthatâŚ. That was good⌠What does your wife usually do for you?â
Hiromiâs 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 couldnât help but let out a soft huff, âMy wife usually is sowing up her dresses while sheâs watching television. Seeing her like that makes me want to scoop her up in my arms, but⌠I always held back.â
âThatâs very romantic. I never imagined a man like yourself would swoon at the simplest things,â even yourself let a smile creep up at his words, they were so sweet, âWell, Iâll get into position. Pretend youâre coming home from work.â
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 jumpedâthough you knew this was going to happenâ his nose nuzzled into the neck of your dress. You smelled luxurious, your skin was so soft as he dragged his nose upward.
âIâve missed you,â 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,
âIâm glad that youâre finally homeâŚhoney,â the words sound foreign against your mouth, but you couldnât 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.
âWe wonât be like them⌠weâll be different,â 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 shouldnât 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 stoveâ 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 kettleâ half expecting one of your husbands friends to grab a beer from the fridgeâ 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.
âWh-what are you doing here?â You try to politely inquire, setting out two tea cups.
âI was invited. To play.â
âAnd you agreed? What were you thinking?â The words coming out a bit hostile, but you put your foot down, âWhat if my husband finds out aboutâŚâ
ââAnd then what? The two of them are already cheating, even then, how would they even find out?â He shot back, feeling a bit frustrated being dragged to one of your husbandâs 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 couldnât help but stare at Hiromiâs 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 voiceâYou felt silly for having such juvenile feelings about a married man. But, Hiromiâs 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 Hiromiâs 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. Hiromiâs 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 wasnât 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.
âYâknow you can smoke inside the apartment? Everyone else decided to,â 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, âI prefer smoking alone.â
âoh really? You seemed fine smoking in front of me at the dinerâ
That comment made Hiromi smirk, âI guess I felt comfortable with you.â
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.
âMyâŚmy husband will go abroad soon,,â your voice interrupting the silence that had enveloped the two of you. Hiromi took the final drag of his cigarette before flicking it away,
âMy wife is also going abroad soonâŚâ
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You only had to wait a week until your husband had to go on his âbusinessâ trip. Once the day approached, you happily waved him goodbyeâ 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 wouldnât show. His worries were about to be resolved as he heard the clicks of your heels. This dark eyes finally found your form,
âYou⌠you look radiant,â he was in utter awe with your grace, the color of your dress complimenting your skin, the jewelry enhancing your beauty.
âThank you⌠you look⌠decent in your suitâ
Hiromi chuckled, ââDecentâ? You couldâve said handsome.â
Your face warmed up, you swatted his shoulder to save a bit of dignity, âJust get the cab.â
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 Hiromiâs 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.
âYâknow what Iâve always wanted to do? I wanted to dance with you,â Hiromi voice fills in the room, his longing melding with the words.
You softly chuckled, âwith me? Do you believe I can dance?â
Hiromi held onto his sincerity, âsince our moment, Iâve dreamt of holding you closer, staring into your beautiful eyes as long the world letâs usâŚIâll hold youâŚLet me guide you.â
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,
âYouâll guide me? You promise to hold me close?â
âI promise.â
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.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he softly murmured against your ear, his hands rubbing up and down your hips, then taking your hands once more to twirl you forward, âIâve dreamed of youâŚâ
Your breath hitched, âMe too⌠Iâve dreamed of this room⌠being with youâŚ.letting goâŚâ
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.
âI never thought youâd fall in love with me,â your words coming out in a hush tone, maybe too scared to be honest.
âNeither did Iâ
âI was only curious how it beganâŚ. But I know now⌠feelings creep upâŚâ
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 didnât 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.
âIâm transferring to a firm in Taiwan,â he hesitantly murmured, his eyes filled with sorrow.
âWhatâŚ?â
He sat himself beside you, letting you sit up, âIâm⌠Iâm moving to Taiwan,â he looks away from you, not wanting to see the hurt in your eyes.
âW-with your wifeâŚ?â
âNo⌠Iâve decided to split from her. Iâm only moving to Taiwan.â
âWhy so far? Why not a town over? Why leave the countryââ
âbecause I know youâd never leave your husband,â he finally looks at you, his eyes that could only speak of hurt, âI rather just go awayâŚâ
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.
âWhy couldnât you be satisfied with the parts I give you! Why canât you stay alone with me! Why-Why do you have to leave,,â you shove your finger to his chest in anger, the tears burning your eyes, âPlease donât leave me, HiromiâŚâ
âThen come with meâŚâ
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 foreverâ you wished to say yes. Deep down, he was right. You couldnât leave your husband, youâve forced yourself to be content with him. You couldnât 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 didnât 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 cheeksâ 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.
âPlease⌠please donât go so far⌠please I⌠I love you,â 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 didnât 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 wasnât 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 neckâ he just needed a few seconds of silence.
âHiguruma.â
Hiromi internally groaned, he didnât need any more paperwork right now, âyes?â
The young intern looked a bit awkward but continued, âsome lady was looking for you.â
âLady? What did she want?â
âShe was just pacing around the front area,â the young man motioned over to the front, âwhen I tried talking to her, she asked if you worked here.â
Hiromi quirked up an eyebrow, he hadnt worked with a recent female client, maybe it was some relative, âdid she give a name?â
The young man shook his head, making Hiromi ask another question, âwhat did she look like?â
âShe was sum rich lady, well looked rich. Nice hair, dressed in some designer summer collection, ton of jewelryâ she also wasnât from here.â
Hiromiâs face paled, his heart knew it was you, âshe just came in and leftâŚ?â
âWell, she took one of your business cards just before leaving.â
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,
âI think she left this,â he opened his palm in front of Hiromi revealing an engraved lighter, a wooden one that had a navy stain, âDamn, it looks like itta cost an arm and a legâ
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.
âAre you going to keep it?â The intern asked Hiromi, causing Hiromi to look up from the flame.
âYeah.â
The internâs chest softly rumbled in a light chuckle, âI thought you said you quit smokingâ
âI guess Iâm going to pick it right up,â 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.
Synopsis: You and Higuruma find out that your spouses are cheating with each other. Out of curiosity, the two of you try to figure out how they couldâve fallen in love.
A/N: I was heavily inspired by my favorite movie, âIn the mood for loveâ directed by Wong Kar Wai, I wanted to make a fic abt it with Higuruma. I also made a Choso smut buttt ima re-write it.
Edit: a lot of Luis Miguel music also inspired this and some Shirley Kwan (a lot of BjĂśrk too)â also idk if I should post more fics cuz I got this one ideaâ
âWhere did you buy that handbag? Iâve been thinking of buying one for my wife,â higuruma took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke blowing across the table, the smell blending in with the wood that covered the diner walls. His tired eyes watched as you swirl the drink in your hand, how the expensive dress hung your figure, the way your hair was always in place. You were always such an elegant woman.
âDo you think your wife would like that? Having the same exact handbag as her neighbor?â Your eyes finally meeting his. You didnât know much about the man in front of youâ only that he lived next door with his wife. He was polite, giving a small smile whenever you bumped into him in the hallway of the complex. A warmth that was a stark contrast to your husband.
He let out a soft huff of laughter, âI know⌠Iâm not really good with this sort of thing. I wanted to ask since my wifeâs birthday is in a few days,â he dusted off the ashes of the cigarette into the tray, âPerhaps I can buy the bag in a different colorâ
âI would have to ask my husband, he bought it abroad. Itâs not sold hereâ
He lets out a frustrated sigh. Then, Hiromi puts out his cigarette, digging the bud into the tray, taking out another to light. You watch as he pulled out an intricately designed lighter, made with a rich wood with embedded gold around the edges,
âYou know, I have a question for youâŚWhere did you get that lighter?â
He softly smiled, holding the lighter out. His fingers trace along the carvings, âMy wife actually got this for me. She also got this abroad.â
âHow lovely⌠my husband has the same one⌠said that his boss got for him. Abroad.â
His body stiffens a bit, he sets the lighter flat on the table, âIsnt that interestingâŚActually, my wife has the same handbag as yours⌠she got it abroad.â
Your throat dries, your fingers stop caressing the side of the cupâyou thought you were the only one that knew. It became all too real, having to truly face that your husband was sleeping with another woman, with your neighborâs wife no less. The feeling slowly passes, your senses focusing onto the soft jazz playing in the diner, the smell of the cigarette coming from Hiromi. A sort of sweet comfort crept as well; at least, knowing that you werenât alone in this chaos.
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âMust we share the taxi together?â You complain to Hiromi as your shoulders brush against one another. You couldnât 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 couldnât help but stray, how could you let your husband stray away from you? Why couldnât 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.
âI donât want to be alone with my mind right now,â 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, âI wonder how they fell in love. What did we lack?â
You couldnât help but scoff, turning your sights out the city once more, âItâs no good to dwell on such details⌠Can you even call it love?â
Hiromi shrugs, leaning his elbow at the car window, âI wasnât that good of a husband⌠always worked⌠I wish I told my wife how beautiful she was,â 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 cheapâYou 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 Hiromiâs eyes longed to fix his marriage, it couldnât 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.
âWhy donât we figure it out? I mean, we should help each other to fix our marriages.â
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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.
âWhat does your husband usually say when he gets home?â
You fix up your posture, trying to recall the times your husband actually came home on time, âhe usually goes to sleep after work.â
Hiromi turns his body toward you, his hand extending to brush away some invisible dust from your cheek, âYou look lovely tonight,â his hand slowly runs through your jaw before retreating back, âhowâs that?â
Your body snapped up straight from his touch, it had been so long since someone had made an effort to complement you, âthatâŚ. That was good⌠What does your wife usually do for you?â
Hiromiâs 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 couldnât help but let out a soft huff, âMy wife usually is sowing up her dresses while sheâs watching television. Seeing her like that makes me want to scoop her up in my arms, but⌠I always held back.â
âThatâs very romantic. I never imagined a man like yourself would swoon at the simplest things,â even yourself let a smile creep up at his words, they were so sweet, âWell, Iâll get into position. Pretend youâre coming home from work.â
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 jumpedâthough you knew this was going to happenâ his nose nuzzled into the neck of your dress. You smelled luxurious, your skin was so soft as he dragged his nose upward.
âIâve missed you,â 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,
âIâm glad that youâre finally homeâŚhoney,â the words sound foreign against your mouth, but you couldnât 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.
âWe wonât be like them⌠weâll be different,â 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 shouldnât 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 stoveâ 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 kettleâ half expecting one of your husbands friends to grab a beer from the fridgeâ 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.
âWh-what are you doing here?â You try to politely inquire, setting out two tea cups.
âI was invited. To play.â
âAnd you agreed? What were you thinking?â The words coming out a bit hostile, but you put your foot down, âWhat if my husband finds out aboutâŚâ
ââAnd then what? The two of them are already cheating, even then, how would they even find out?â He shot back, feeling a bit frustrated being dragged to one of your husbandâs 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 couldnât help but stare at Hiromiâs 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 voiceâYou felt silly for having such juvenile feelings about a married man. But, Hiromiâs 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 Hiromiâs 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. Hiromiâs 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 wasnât 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.
âYâknow you can smoke inside the apartment? Everyone else decided to,â 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, âI prefer smoking alone.â
âoh really? You seemed fine smoking in front of me at the dinerâ
That comment made Hiromi smirk, âI guess I felt comfortable with you.â
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.
âMyâŚmy husband will go abroad soon,,â your voice interrupting the silence that had enveloped the two of you. Hiromi took the final drag of his cigarette before flicking it away,
âMy wife is also going abroad soonâŚâ
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You only had to wait a week until your husband had to go on his âbusinessâ trip. Once the day approached, you happily waved him goodbyeâ 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 wouldnât show. His worries were about to be resolved as he heard the clicks of your heels. This dark eyes finally found your form,
âYou⌠you look radiant,â he was in utter awe with your grace, the color of your dress complimenting your skin, the jewelry enhancing your beauty.
âThank you⌠you look⌠decent in your suitâ
Hiromi chuckled, ââDecentâ? You couldâve said handsome.â
Your face warmed up, you swatted his shoulder to save a bit of dignity, âJust get the cab.â
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 Hiromiâs 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.
âYâknow what Iâve always wanted to do? I wanted to dance with you,â Hiromi voice fills in the room, his longing melding with the words.
You softly chuckled, âwith me? Do you believe I can dance?â
Hiromi held onto his sincerity, âsince our moment, Iâve dreamt of holding you closer, staring into your beautiful eyes as long the world letâs usâŚIâll hold youâŚLet me guide you.â
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,
âYouâll guide me? You promise to hold me close?â
âI promise.â
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.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he softly murmured against your ear, his hands rubbing up and down your hips, then taking your hands once more to twirl you forward, âIâve dreamed of youâŚâ
Your breath hitched, âMe too⌠Iâve dreamed of this room⌠being with youâŚ.letting goâŚâ
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.
âI never thought youâd fall in love with me,â your words coming out in a hush tone, maybe too scared to be honest.
âNeither did Iâ
âI was only curious how it beganâŚ. But I know now⌠feelings creep upâŚâ
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 didnât 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.
âIâm transferring to a firm in Taiwan,â he hesitantly murmured, his eyes filled with sorrow.
âWhatâŚ?â
He sat himself beside you, letting you sit up, âIâm⌠Iâm moving to Taiwan,â he looks away from you, not wanting to see the hurt in your eyes.
âW-with your wifeâŚ?â
âNo⌠Iâve decided to split from her. Iâm only moving to Taiwan.â
âWhy so far? Why not a town over? Why leave the countryââ
âbecause I know youâd never leave your husband,â he finally looks at you, his eyes that could only speak of hurt, âI rather just go awayâŚâ
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.
âWhy couldnât you be satisfied with the parts I give you! Why canât you stay alone with me! Why-Why do you have to leave,,â you shove your finger to his chest in anger, the tears burning your eyes, âPlease donât leave me, HiromiâŚâ
âThen come with meâŚâ
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 foreverâ you wished to say yes. Deep down, he was right. You couldnât leave your husband, youâve forced yourself to be content with him. You couldnât 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 didnât 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 cheeksâ 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.
âPlease⌠please donât go so far⌠please I⌠I love you,â 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 didnât 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 wasnât 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 neckâ he just needed a few seconds of silence.
âHiguruma.â
Hiromi internally groaned, he didnât need any more paperwork right now, âyes?â
The young intern looked a bit awkward but continued, âsome lady was looking for you.â
âLady? What did she want?â
âShe was just pacing around the front area,â the young man motioned over to the front, âwhen I tried talking to her, she asked if you worked here.â
Hiromi quirked up an eyebrow, he hadnt worked with a recent female client, maybe it was some relative, âdid she give a name?â
The young man shook his head, making Hiromi ask another question, âwhat did she look like?â
âShe was sum rich lady, well looked rich. Nice hair, dressed in some designer summer collection, ton of jewelryâ she also wasnât from here.â
Hiromiâs face paled, his heart knew it was you, âshe just came in and leftâŚ?â
âWell, she took one of your business cards just before leaving.â
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,
âI think she left this,â he opened his palm in front of Hiromi revealing an engraved lighter, a wooden one that had a navy stain, âDamn, it looks like itta cost an arm and a legâ
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.
âAre you going to keep it?â The intern asked Hiromi, causing Hiromi to look up from the flame.
âYeah.â
The internâs chest softly rumbled in a light chuckle, âI thought you said you quit smokingâ
âI guess Iâm going to pick it right up,â 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.
Synopsis. Toji Zenin. Nephew of Naobito Zenin. Leader of the powerful Zenin clan. AlsoâŚyour newly-wed husband with a taste to give the family an heir. Now.
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, clan leader!Toji, arranged marriage, chiIdhood best friends, being apart, friend-to-married, married-to-Iovers, the elders, the cIan is awful, rumors, tradition, cĂłnsummation, wedding nights, exhĂbitĂonism, heâs PĂSSYDRĂNK, oraI (fem rec.), spĂtting, chokĂng, manhandIing, dirty taIk, fĂngering, wedding rings, matĂng presses, heâs BIG, tummy buIges, cervĂx smooching, rough s, letting them hear, talking you through it, pushing down, p taIking, dĂşmbifĂcation, BRĂEDlNG, creampĂes, cĂşmpIay, cĂşmfIation, implied marathon, overstĂm, breaking cIan systems, slight hurt, COMFORT, HAPPY ENDING, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 12.6k
A/N. Saw that one frame of his foot and knew I had to-
âAnd if both families find themselves in favor of this proposition-â Naobito Zenin claps his hands with a greedy smile, quivering the ceramic cups of tea before him. â-then I take that we shall commence the appropriate measures?â
âQuite quite.â The elderly representative of your own family strokes his long beard. He reaches across the sleek table of Japanese cedarâit had the sigils of Zenin warriors carved into it, each glowering up at the outsiders upon their ancient estate. âIt was a pleasure meeting you, Zenin-sama.â
The former clan leader takes his handshake heartily, âThe pleasure is all mine.â Before his scrutinizing eyes slip over to you. âAnd about the preparations for the after-ceremonyââ
But you donât listen.
Instead, youâre lifting your gaze up eeeever-so-slightly.
Just the slightest nudge that wouldnât be enough to draw suspicion from the older men around you, yet still manage to give you a peek at the hounding figure beside Naobito. Fists clenched. Jaw sharp. Gaze lowered.
Toji Zenin.
Your future husband.
The first time youâd met the leader of the Zenin clan had been far before he ever had to bear such a title- in fact, he hadnât even been considered an adequate heir.Â
Back then youâd never in a million years have thought that Toji Zenin would be your future husband.Â
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, youâd been running through the Zenin Estateâs 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 Zeninâs - on a business level, if nothing else.
So it wasnât anything out of the ordinary for them to visit Naobito and his council to go over numbers you didnât understand, and contracts you couldnât 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 timeâyour 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.Â
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.Â
So well, in fact, that no one had noticed when youâd slipped out the mahogany double doors.
You knew youâd 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 werenât many flowering trees or bushes, youâd noticed. The garden was green and sterile of any other color.Â
Then youâd 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. Youâd escaped immediately - not wanting to get caught just yet - and run out into the sun-scorched corridor outside.
It was there that youâd flung yourself into the nearest open room youâd found.
Its grand sliding doors shuddering shut behind you, youâd cowered into the shadows as the elderâs grumbles walked by outside.
Youâd 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. âThank heav-â
âIf youâre gonna make this much noise then at least do it where itâll disturb those old toads.â
Youâd nearly jumped out of your own skin- in fact, you think you just might have.
If the shadows could speak then youâd 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 didnât hurt. There werenât many children in your estate outside of you, but sometimes youâd watch over the walls at the neighborhood children from afarâand you found there seemed to be at least one or two of those always.Â
He sounded like the rowdiest of the bunch.
And who youâd first thought to be a ghost - perhaps in hindsight you werenât too far off - turns out actually to be a lone figure in the middle of the dark room. A little boy.Â
He was sitting before nothing, he was sitting against nothing.Â
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-
âDidnât ya hear what I said?â That hoarse voice - much too grown-up for but a mere child your age, perhaps a year or two older - rang out before youâd even let the soles of your feet rest. Echoing. Foreboding. âGet. Out.â
âAnd who are you to tell me what to do?â 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 canât help but step closerââWho are you, anyway? Whatâs your name?â
âZenin.â He spat out as if it was venom.Â
âI couldâve guessed that.â 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. âWhatâs your first name?â
He didnât answer.
With a huff, youâd stepped closer.
âWhatâs your first name?â
He still didnât answer.
And closer.
âWhatâs your first name?âÂ
He didnât answer still. Not even when you were standing right beside him, he remained turned away as if you didnât exist.Â
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 scarâeven in the darkness it was obvious: a ruby-red slit, a slice of torture.
It looked like it hurt.
âFine then.â 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 youâre doing is grabbing onto his face and bringing it up to yours.
With the silken fabric of your very best kimono, youâd dabbed away gently at the cut on his lip. âBut if youâre not going to treat this thing any time soon- then at least wipe away the blood.â Though you knew that this wasnât the lady-like thing to do, nor even polite in any sense of the word, you couldnât feel even a twinge of regret. âIt looks pretty deep. Donât you think you should tell your momma and papa?â
You tilted his head to the side, and he glared at you through long black lashes. âTchâŚâ
âHmpf-â Puffing up your cheeks in annoyance, perhaps youâd used slightly more force than necessary when touching away the rest of the blood on his lip.
He grimaced but he didnât move. And just when you think he might not say anything at allââMyâŚattendants.âÂ
You almost thought youâd imagined it. Eyes wide, your hands stopped. âP-pardon?â
âMy attendants.â He repeated, more sure than before. âMy attendants will take care of itâŚlater.â
âI see.â It almost looked as if he was searching for your reaction, and you donât 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. âAnd why are you here all alone?â
âPunishment.â This answer comes out easier than the last, as though it should have been obvious.
A cold shiver ran down your spine. âOhâŚIâm sorry about that.â You knew what it felt like to be punished by the council for doing things that went against what a ârespectable daughterâ would do. Though your punishments were more writing lines and standing outside. âBut I donât think you deserved it.â
He scoffed, âYou donât even know what I did.â
âI donât.â You shook your head, âBut I still know.â
And that had been that. You finally let go of the boyâs 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.Â
In the obscurity between you two, you stood in silence for what felt like a few minutes- but might as well have been eternity. Youâd 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 heâd stared right back.
Brows furrowed, yet still looking.Â
Eventually, you heard the harried calls of your mother outside - she was searching for you.
With a final look at the boy - heâd turned his face away now - you started to take a step towards the doorâ
Only for a small hand to clutch onto your wrist.
Stopping you in your tracks, youâd snapped your head to him immediately- but the boy still wasnât looking at you. He had his gaze fixed on the floor, and the air about him was as if you didnât even exist.
Though the tightness of his grip was undeniable-
âToji.â Out had come a tiny voice. Steely. Slightly trembling.Â
And for a second you were more confused than anything, before the realization had dawned upon you like the beaming of the summer Sunâs rays.Â
He had repeated, âToji Zenin.â
You repeat, âToji Zenin.â
And then Toji had let go of you.
You nodded.
You told him your own name.
And for the first time since youâd 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 youâd learned of just how heâd 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 heâd 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 hadnât been from Toji himself. Grown-ups talk. And youâd come to realize far before heâd 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 couldnât seem to keep his name out of their mouths, then.
Though you didnât quite careâyou yourself didnât put much weight onto the strength of oneâs 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 werenât 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. Youâd 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 heâd tell you about another cool trick he learned in training. By himself.
And you were proud of him, you really wereââDonât get too strong though- because what if you get all big and scary like Vegeta?â
âVegetaâs cool.â
âToji Zenin.â
You just didnât 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 letterâŚ
âTo 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.â
That was the first youâd ever heard about him being clan leader- or even the fact that heâd had a chance.
You had visited the Zenin Estate immediately afterwards, of course.
And it was only because of the rather close relationships that youâd grown with the house staff and guards over the years that you werenât thrown out immediately. Though, you definitely werenât allowed inside, either. Theyâd 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 couldnât meet with the clan leader.Â
Youâd been forced to trudge all the way back home, letter in hand. Toji in your heart.
Youâd visited a few more times afterwards, of course.Â
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.Â
You didnât see Toji Zenin, newly-dubbed leader of the Zenin clan, until ten years later - and by then youâd missed him as long as youâd known him. In the meantime youâd heard whispers of him in every corner and corridor of those stuffy clan functions you were forced to attendâoh, have you heard of that Toji boy? Have you heard heâs the new Zenin clan leader now?
Have you heard they overlooked his littleâŚlack 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 heâs the cruelest clan leader theyâve ever seen?
Have you heard heâs grown up to be so tall?
Have you heard heâs 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 wasnât a polite habit. No matter how much you knew that you and Toji Zenin were people that didnât know each other. And hadnât for a long timeâŚand perhaps might never.Â
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 wouldnât stop bleeding.Â
Sure enough, by the time youâd 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.
.
.
.
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.Â
Though the week leading up to itâŚnot quite as much.
You hadnât 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.Â
He didnât speak to you, he didnât gesture at you, he didnât 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 hallâs oppressive air that kept him from speaking- but Toji hadnât spoken to you even when most of his advisory council had filtered out towards the end. When theyâd left the âyoung coupleâ alone to get to know each other better, but Toji had stayed silent.
âToji?â Youâd tried - and he hadnât responded. âI suppose itâs clan leader Zenin nowâŚâ
To that, heâd flinched.
There were no more words exchanged between the two of you, and youâd 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 - youâd 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 hitchâyou 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 youâd raised your head just as youâd come to the steps of the shrine -and the first thing youâd seen were pink roses. Upon either side of the steps.
And the next thing youâd seen was Tojiâs calloused hand - youâd 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 outâit 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.Â
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.
Youâre watching the scene unfold before you like a Renaissance paintingâThe Throes of Gluttonyâand 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.
âWould you like to leave?â
Itâs a gruff voice- deep. One that you havenât heard in so long that it might have been someone unrecognizable completely.
But you knew who it was.
Even if the husky baritone didnât 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 didnât 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 ohâyouâre hit with something indescribable.
Because what the rumors hadnât seemed to mention about him was that he was so devilishly handsome.
Heâd grown into those Zenin features he seemed to hate so muchânow 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.Â
There was an intensity about him that only seemed to have grown tenfold in the years that you didnât 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 heâd grown to be. The first time youâd seen him, heâd been a scrawny six-year-old that wasnât even as tall as you. The last time youâd seen him, heâd 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.
âPardon?â Breathless.
Toji shoots you a slightly knowing smile, âWould you like to leave, my wife?â
My wife.
Itâs more of a factual statement, than anything - a confirmation of what you already know. But you canât control the sudden lurch in your stomach as he says itâ
âYes.â Youâre blurting out the answer faster than your mind can compute it. And you reach your hand out to him. âYes, I would like to leave.â
Toji clasps your hand with a slight chuckle, âAs you wish, Madam Zenin.â Both your golden wedding bands twinkle in the dim lighting.
âLook! Look! The newly-weds are leaving their own reception-â
âAm I drunk or are they being audacious enough to hold hands-â
âDo you think we may see an heir soon?â
âAll rise for the esteemed clan leader of the Zenin family, and his madam.â 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.
âAll bow for the esteemed clan leader of the Zenin family.â
In unison, they bow.
And youâve just about had enough of being ogled as if you were a party trick- smiling politely and tugging on Tojiâs hand to leave. And perhaps the thought that you wanted to be alone with him - with your husband - was hastening your movements-
âAll bowââ 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 speechâdid he want them to bow to him again? Before heâs saying your name- ââmy wife, the esteemed madam of the Zenin family.â
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 whoâve never had to look up at a woman a day in their lives.
And here they were, bowing to you.
It doesnât 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), thenâto 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.Â
âLower.â 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 Tojiâs cousinâNaoya 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, heâs beside you, the other split-second, heâs in front of the young man and grabbing Naoyaâs head with one hand. So fast that you didnât even see him move. Slamming him down until his forehead hits the floor- âI saidââ As Naoya scrambles to get up, Toji raises one foot and stomps it down on the other manâs head. â-bow.â
Naoya sputters, âT-Toji-sama-â
âLower.â Heâs pressing down even harder with the heel of his golden-clad sandal. Naoya flails like a turtle overturned- âLower.â
âToji-sama, I didnât mean to-â
âLowerââ
Naoyaâs 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. âI-I apologize for-â
âDo not apologize to me.â Toji gruffs out from above, lips slightly twitching at the ends. He was enjoying this. âApologizeâto her.â
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?
âIâŚâ 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, â-apologize-â
Toji looks at you with peripherals darkened with anger, and you can only nod at him to spare the other man. You wouldnât 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-
âZenin-â
âToji.â
âTojiââ Youâre 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- âT-Toji, so theyâre going to be listening all night-â
âAll night.â Toji affirms. Pearly white canines glinting between his scarred lips, âSo we might as well give them a show, hm, my wife?â
And then heâs gliding the tip of his nose down your neck, down your collarbones, right between the valley of your breasts. Breathing in. âO-ohââ
Your head tilts away to give him more access- and itâs then that youâre 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 didnât think that it would be taken so seriously with rows upon rows of-
âFocus on me, darlinâ.â Tojiâs rasping tone warns, something primal curdling at the very back. Youâre snapping your gaze over to him and zapped with electricity a darkened look in his eyes- âOr should I sayâŚâ
âSh-shit.â You whisper as he starts shifting down your body. Lips kissed numb.
The clan leader reaches between your trembling legs. âI beg for your attention, madam.â
âYes.â
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 stuffinâ 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.
âOh.â
Something cracks at the back of his throat, and youâre looking over at him curiously.
Only to find that Toji wasnât looking at you- not even close.
He had his murky green peripherals permanently fixated on your drippinâ wet pussy, a line of slick sliding between your folds. He was almost entranced. He was almost speechless.
âOh.â
He had his gaze locked with your throbbing cunt until itâs only a slight creak from outside that makes him break his stare to look at the elders. And then over at you and ohâyou notice that his pupils were blown so wide that you nearly couldnât see a speck of green.
You almost feelâŚstrangely cautious at the animalistic way he was acting. Blinking down at him, âT-Toji, are you-â
But itâs almost as if hearing his name wrapped around your pretty lips is enough to send Toji Zenin into overdrive.
And heâs 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 doesnât seem to care for your trembling questions- he doesnât seem to care that you were bucking your hips up nâ down his handsome face for more.
No.
He was gaping his maw over your wet cunt and slippinâ 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 nâ pressing his nose up reeeeal close to your clit- breathing in gutturally as he swabs his tongue inside. Spit dribbling. Scar grazing your folds. âSh-shiiiiitââ
And, usually, heâd tease your whiny voiceâwouldnât he?
But right now Toji Zenin canât even fucking breathe as heâs pistoning his fat tongue in. And out. Repeatedly, heâs swervinâ the curled tip of his tongue against the roof of your cunt and feeling as you clench all âround him.Â
As you buck your hips off of the rickety mattress - it mustâve been decades old by the way it was protesting your every movement.
But Toji doesnât even register just how close his bed was to shattering into a zillion pieces right now.
The only thing on his mind wasâŚ
âYou.â
Youâre 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 Tojiâs slidinâ lips. All dazed, as if he doesnât even know heâd 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 pokinâ 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 makinâ 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 heâs pinning down your flailing limbs, feeling the bulge of his big beefy biceps against your skin. âShit, and you just really did no- ngh- preparation or anything? Just fucking meâmm, like that?â He was stretchinâ you out so hard with his mere tongue that it was making you see white.
âAll the better to feel you, my dearâŚâ 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.Â
âA-and youâre just being so- ngh, rough.â You mumble out between wet lips.
âAll the better to eat you, my dear.â 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 - Tojiâs taking a few more hefty thrusts inside your hole and moaning. Loud and proud.Â
âAnd, TojiâŚâ Breaths hitching a mile a minute - right on time with the sloppy cadence of his tongue. You gasp, â-youâre just so damnâŚâ Rough? Needy? Gluttonous? â-loud.â
âAll the better to make them know youâre mine, my dear.â
And itâs as if your mind is suddenly made of nothing but fuzz and the most lecherous swipes of Tojiâs 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 outâ
So damn noisy with the most primal slurps that you almost canât hear yourself over it. Whining maddeningly.
âAnd by the sounds of it-â Tojiâs continuing into your cunt, as if he was still in the middle of a conversation. Just casual. Not even with you - he was chattinâ away lovingly to your pussy. â-mâeating you pretty well, huh?â
âFuck, when did you get so cockyâmmpf.â Youâre 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 youâŚoh.
Youâre just so wet that you could already see the gleaming layer forming on Tojiâs face like a medal of honor. And youâre sure the squelches were loud enough that they could be heard even outside- âShit.â Struggling against his lewd restraints, âToji, but theyâre gonna hear us-â
And when he still doesnât 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- âToji, theyâre gonna hear-â
Your husband whispers something breathless against your cunt that you donât quite catch.
âWhat was that?â Youâre leaning up on your elbows to hear. And you can only stare into the murky depths of his gaze, pupils blown and dazed.Â
He smacks his scarred lips- slightly parted as he tries desperately to crane himself closer to your quivering hole. âCheh.â 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.Â
âPleaseâŚâ Youâre shivering, âWhat was that?â
Breath choppy. Tone absolutely shattered. He repeats- âWho did ya marry?â
His voice muffles into your folds. Youâre looking away from the traditional sliding doors and finding that he has his eyes dead-set on youâintense.
For a few seconds youâre so enraptured by the look in his verdant eyes that youâre speechless- and only then do you register what exactly he asked. âWaitâŚwhat?â He looked dead fucking serious.
Splat! Another wad of spittle. âAnswer the question, will you, madam?â
His voice was full of authority. The beastly man from earlier. âY-youâŚ? Toji Zenin.â Youâre just managing to gasp out, shivering at the feeling of his tastebuds then rovering uuuup and down your slit. Teasing. Then pushing inside. Heâd stretched his muscle out so that very honed tip would graze your most sensitive insides, âToji, why are you asking me-â
âThen why dontâcha fucking scream your husbandâs name for them to hear, hm?â
And you swear you can feel his smile against your very pussylips for a mere sultry moment.
Before heâs back to swipinâ into you like a machine.Â
Except this timeâŚheâs 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 curvinâ 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.
Probinâ into the sweetest spots - youâre sure that Toji was just so generous with his size that he doesnât 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.
âOh my godââ Let them hear? Let the elders hear? âToji, what has gotten into-â
Thwack!
âI saidâŚlet them hear.â
Just then heâs puckerinâ 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 thumpinâ away into the most.
So hard that you think the elders outside can hear it. So hard that you swear theyâre 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 heâs drilling into you. The realization hits you like a truck. âToji, are youâŚpussydrunk?â
He merely flicked his half-lidded eyes up at you- âMmmmââ Groaning his deep baritone against your raw nâ 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. âI dunno, council, am I pussydrunk?â
Though it wasnât as if they could hear that slight whisper- or even if they could, it was impossible that theyâd 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. âHeh- when they hear theyâll know I fuck my wife goooooood.â
You supposed that answered your question already. And youâre holding onto Tojiâs crown and rutting up against his ajar mouth. âShit- shit, I never thought youâd be soââ
âLook- I think theyâre squirming.â Toji glances over at the shadows that still loomed, as present as ever. âI think theyâre already startinâ to find out.â
âFuck.â Heâs thrashing his wedding ring against your g-spot once more.Â
And from then on you were merely at your husbandâs mercy - at the mercy of the clan leader of the Zeninâs. He was acting just as ruthlessly.Â
Almost as if he wanted them to hear everything he was doing.
âBet they can hear just how wet ya are fâme- just how much youâre leaking over this damn fucking Zenin bed they love so much.â On cue, heâs rutting against the bedframe to leave its springs creaking. âBet they can hear the way you suck me up like thaaaaaat- atta girl. My wife.â 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. âWonder if they know how sweet ya are though, huh?â
Like your body was ready to prove his point, your hole gapes with a gush of glittery slick. One that Tojiâs 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 youâ
Toji has his teeth nibblinâ 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, âBet they can hear how ready you are-â And youâre noticing that at this particular sentence, your husband raises his volume just a tad. He raises it. â-how fucking neeeeedy ya are to get fucked stupid by me.â
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 foldsââPwah! If anything, at least the Zenin clan leader knows how to eat pussy.â
Tojiâs shaggy bangs graze across your clit and make you twitch, âT-ToooojiâI donât think mâgonna lastâŚâ
âWhat was that?â
âI think mâgonna cum.â
A smile he canât control breaks out across his face, âLouder, madam.â 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? Whoâs 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. âYa hear that?â He calls to those uptight elders, surely horrified by now⌠âLouder for the ones in the back~â
Turning your head, you see that your clans are more restless than ever. âMâgonna cum-â
âLouder.â
âGonna cumââ
âLouder.â
It seems that no matter how loud you were, it just wouldnât 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.
Youâre grabbing handfuls of Tojiâs shaggy black hair and yowling out his name as loud as your voicebox could handle it- âT-Toji.â Bubbling out past the sizzlinâ mouthfuls of saliva welling up at your throat. âTojiâshit, shit, shit, Toji mâcumming.â
âMmmââ 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 hittinâ 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.Â
And through it all the handsome clan leader below you was readily taking on each of your cuntâs 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 wasnât letting you escape until you were well and thoroughly fucked through your orgasm.
You blink down dazedly at him once youâre clear-headed enough to formulate proper sentences. âToji, mâcumming and itâs all because of youââ
âFuck.â And with that said, heâs 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, âY-youâre gonna break this bed tonight, I swear-â
âGood.â
And itâs with a few more vulgar strokes that your highâs dissipating into a mere few tingles at your core - which, even that Tojiâs threatening to swerve his fingers into you through. And youâre completely sure that he wouldâve 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, âToji-â You were straining to get him to move- not that you didnât want it, but you were just so sensitive that you wanted somethingâŚelse more right now. âToji, Iâm begging you toâhah.â
âTo what, my wife?â Heâs running his calloused hands up and down the sides of your body. âIâll give you anything, madam.â
Your lips quivered, âI want your cock, TojiâŚâ
And, well, how could he ever say no to his pretty wife?
In no time, Tojiâs 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 youâre hitting the cool plane of mahogany, Toji grins.
âNowhere to run, darlinâ.â
The Zenin clan leader considers tearing off your kimono with his bare hands - before that admiring look youâd 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 heâs practically jittery with need by the time the last of your obis are thrown over his shoulder.
And as for his clothesâŚ
Toji takes his sensual time slipping off his robes - so many layers that it makes you so thoroughly impatient. And so you canât help but reach out and threaten to rip his decadent clothes off-
âTearing your husbandâs clothes off already?â Toji says to you, though you do notice that heâs lilting his pitch up just a bit to let the elders outside hear. âSâthat pussy that needy fâme already, my wife? Canât wait until I take it off, huh?â You smack his chiselled pec and he grins even wider, âOh, madam, weâre gonna have a looooong and happy marriageââ
Toji doesnât even properly expose himself.
Heâs 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.
Tojiâs meaty thighs peeked out from where his robes flapped open, and he was pushing them aside to bear you his aching hot erectionâ
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.
Tojiâs balls tightened as he took in the way you were looking at him-
âLike what you see, huh?â Heâs smirking down sleazily at you, giving a playful smack on the sheeny inner part of your thigh. âDonât you worry, darlinâ, youâre gonna be feeling me very soon.â
âShit, I canât wait.â Your legs drop open around him - and end up wrapped around Tojiâs slim waist to get him to buck his cock against your cunt. âI need to feel you now, Toji.â
âNow? No preparation or nothing?â Heâs cocking his head down at youâcute. 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 outâŚhoenstly, how had they trained him in the years you hadnât seen him? Because Toji was justâŚincredible). 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. âBut Iâve gotta warn yaâŚsâgonna be a biiiig stretch- alright, my girl?â
Youâre nodding, âYesââ
âAnd when I say big stretch, I mean a biiiiiiig one- alright?â His black brows furrow at the sensation of his tip kissinâ your pussylips - you were just so hot and soft. So ready that he almost couldnât bear it, âEnough to make that pretty mouth of yours scream, alright?â
You huff, âA-alriâfuck.â
And those elders stationed outside your martial bedroom could probably pinpoint the exact moment that Tojiâs 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 swabbinâ between your pussylips and finding its way inside your tight hole, heâs fitting in just the crown of his shaft and making you squeal. âSh-shit, youâre just so big-â
âWhat was that?â Tojiâs rutting his hips against you, his cock giving you a probing thrust. âDidnât hear you darlinâ...â
âYouâre just so-â Yet another thrust. And this time you swear you can feel Tojiâs salty-sweet precum trickle out at the very back of your throatââ-big, Tojiââ
And this time, itâs loud enough for him.
Heâs tilting his head over to the silent sliding doors with an utterly arrogant look on his face, lips turned upwards priggishly. âYa hear that?â Heâs calling out to those dusty olâ elders - most certainly, not the least bit that softly teasing tone heâd use with you. âYou small-dicked motherfuckers wish you could be me.â
âTojiââ Uselessly smacking at this bicep to no avail.
But he merely keeps going- âThe only thing you can do is watch- only watch everything I do. Everything I will become.â It was like this. It was always like this - Toji had fought tooth and nail to come to where he was right now. And heâd be damned if he let some old fossils ruin his wedding night with youâthey were going to have a show. Heâs snarling down - and just as soon as youâre registering the expression, Tojiâs crashing his lips against yours in an open-mouthed kiss. âAnd right nowâŚâ
Youâre whimpering as the hand on top of your stomach comes pressing dooooooooown.
â-I think mâgonna become a dadda, hm?â
âFuck-â And itâs with a single hammering thrust that Tojiâs forcing his swollen cock past all that slight resistance. His head falls forwards, bangs obscuring part of his face- and he canât stop from heaving out a shuddering groan.Â
You swear you can see the exact moment that Toji Zenin breaks.
Because youâre clenching your syrupy wet walls âround his tip, and itâs enough to make the hulking man above you shudder. Shake. Stop your moving hips with the hand on top of your stomach.
Toji presses downââE-easy there, darlinâ.â Heâs 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. âLet yourâhaaaah, husband fuck you like you deserve, alright?â
Just as shaky as his words were aching to be, heâs compelling his hips forwards and swabbing the back of your pussy with a plap! âFuck.â
âFuh-fuck.â He echoes after you. Yet another hammering movement. âFuck, I canât stop myself.â
âSh-shiiit, how is it even possible to feel like this-â Youâre babbling out. And it seems that thatâs what Toji wanted to find out, as well.
Heâs 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 cervixâbefore then dragging riiiiight back out till your hold was just stretched around his mushroomy cockhead. Then all the way inside again.
âT-Toooooojiââ Youâre 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 openinâ up every hidden spot and crevice inside you, and Toji had his pointed tip acting as the spotlight.
Pinpointing each sweet spot-
And againâŚ
Your legs start to thrash at the constant rhythmic feeling- âAh ah- no running away, madam.â Heâs scooping you up even further into his arms, âWhatâd I say? Let your husband- fuh-fuck you like you deserve, hm?â
âBut- but you already areââ You cry out.
âOh?â Heâs darting his eyes down to the thick little bulge that had started forming at your stomach - just the slightest movement of his globular tip swabbinâ 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. Heâs grinning all of a sudden. âOhâŚyouâre right.â
Your eyes widen, âToji, did you just realize-â
âBut that doesnât mean mâfucking you pregnant just yetâlet me breed you, darlinâ.â
Your headâs falling into the pillows, your backâs arching, your throatâs crying out - your cunt just wasnât 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 doesnât let you last even two seconds before heâs 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.Â
You were being folded.
Straight into a-
âMating press.â Toji rasps out, his scorching hot breath tickling your face. âThis is called a mating press, darlinâ.â Almost as an example, heâs pumping his solid inches all the way inside your channel - Toji stirs your insides just a little bit in swervinâ motions so his veins slip and graaaaze down your sides. âBut you probably already knew thatânow do you know what we use it for?â
âWell, itâs toâmmpf.â 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 nâ form a coherent sentence, your husband was fucking that sentence right out of your throat.
And the answer was simple: he didnât want you to answer. He looks over at the shuffling shadows through the door screenâapologies, he shouldâve emphasized. He didnât want you to answer. âOi.â
Toji barks out, and you could see the elders physically flinch at being addressed.
He smirks, âHow about ya answer it fâme?â 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. âWhat exactly is a mating press used for?â
Thereâs a silence- and then a noise.
A slight whisper of an answer that only Tojiâs extra-honed ears, trained through years of his Heavenly Restriction, manage to pick up. Heâs nodding his head down at you, âThatâs right?â
âWhatâd they say, Toji?â
âOhâyou wanna know what they said?â Heâs cooing down at youâcute, cute, cute. Your lips were wobbling adorably whenever he grazes the rounded flare of his tip near your g-spot.
âYes-â Youâre nodding, âYes, please-â
âLouder?â
âYes, pleaseââ
Loud enough that it rings across all four corners of the heady chamber, saturated with sex. âGood girl.â And Toji snickers as he pulls your restless body once more down to his- and as if that wasnât enough, heâs craning his head down and blowing against your left ear. âA good girl thatâs gonna get fucked full of my heir soon.â
An heir.
An heir.
So that was what it was used for - not that you didnât know, or couldnât 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, swervinâ the nerves of your g-spot. âEven they approve.â
Youâre snapped out of your dreamy little reverie, âWh-what?â
âEven they approve.â Toji cocks his head down at you with a smile, âAnd I donât give a fuck what they have to say about me- but if thereâs anything Iângh, am, itâs that Iâm a man of my word.â
âAnd soâŚ?â
But he merely glides his hand down your belly, feeling for that cute sensitive spot where Toji was rubbinâ your cervix raw. There was such an openly loving look on his face as he stared down at your body. âAnd so welcome baby Zeninââ Hyphenated with your familyâs last name.
Toji shudders as he fucks you.
To be quite honest, he didnât 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, heâd have been happy to take your last name.
But it was the vision of you all pregnant and plump and glowingâ
Now that could do something to a man.
And itâs sending a thrill across Tojiâs 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. âGonna be the prettiest momma fâme, right?â Heâs grumbling out through his large canines, snarled as though he wanted to bite into that pretty lilâ throat of yours. âGonna suck Toji Zenin dry and keep all my cum inside that- ngh, pretty pussy? Sâthat what yer gonna do? Suck me dryâ?â
âY-yes-â
âLouder, darlin.â He interrupts you, âI need them to hear their madam.â
âYesââ
As a little reward, youâre getting Tojiâs fat thumb spankinâ down on your clit. He rolls the pad of it over and over that spot- âAnd the madam is gonna be the one overspilling niiiiight after night while I fuck you pregnant, right? Gonna be the one that wonât even be able to move once Iâm done with ya because youâre gonna be, mmm, too fucking full?â
âYes, please-â Your voice was barely a whisper. And Toji pinches your clit until you manage to raise your warbling tone.
âGonna be my poor baby with all that sickness, aw?â Heâs fauxing out a pout- one that makes you bite on his scarred lips. How rude. âDonât worry- Iâll massage those pretty feet of yours when the time comes, Iâll paint yer pretty nails, Iâll toy with that pussy- heh.â
âIs that evenâŚâ
âGonna be my bossy lady, arenât ya? Gonna order me around and make me get every pregnancy cravinâ ya want- as you should.â Heâs chuckling at the mere notion of it, so sweet on his brain. âGonna be asking me to fuck you all over again when those pregnancy hormones hit, huh? And thenâŚâ
âAnd then?â You eagerly ask.
He leans down to whisper - just for you, this time. Not any audience. âThen - if you want - Iâve gotta fuck you with our second kid all over again, huh?â
Your jaw drops.
But Toji continues - his hips and his fingers and his words. âAnd then a third.â He plummets his thoroughly swollen tip once more against your g-spot - so hard that it sets the crowns of your teeth on edge. âA fourth.â Another.
âShit-â
âAâŚâ Toji trails off, his dazed head raising blearily towards the sliding doors. âHow are we feelinâ about five kids, eh?â
Whatever they answer makes him smile.
âYou heard it, momma.â He gutturally moans, âMâgonna cum inside this cute cunt- fuck, mâgonna cum inside and pump you all fuuuuuull.â
Your heels attempt to find purchase on his sculptured back, and youâre 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. âT-TojiâŚâ
He smiles like he already knew what you were about to say, âYes?â
âToji, mâgonnaâŚâ
âCum, huh?â Heâs narrowing his sultry eyes down at you, âAnd do you think she deserves to cum?â
For a second there, you think heâs almost talking to you - and youâre wondering just what he was talking aboutâŚbefore the shuffling and murmurs from beyond the sliding doors catch your attention. âYouâre seriously asking themââ
âAh ah-â Toji hums, âThe council is in session.â
You couldnât believe your damn ears- and youâre getting lost in Tojiâs aggressive strokes for some time. Looooong and hard and driving your pupils into the back of your skull. Before Tojiâs hand suddenly comes slamming down atop your pussylips-
âAnd can ya guess what the council has decided for you, madam?â Toji grins from ear-to-ear, âHm?â
âI-I donâtâoh.â Heâs pinching your clit hard enough to make you see stars.
âTheyâve decided that you can cum.â
Hard enough to make you reach your high all at once.Â
Itâs 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.Â
It was harder than the last one.
Mind-baffling.Â
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.Â
More than happy to watch the waves of your high turn out to be splashesâ
You were squirting.
âHear thatâ?â 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. âSheâs fuckingâoh, sheâsâŚâ He fucks you through your high with roughened grunts, âFuck- fuck.â
It left you salivating and unable to string together a full sentence- your arms wrapping tight around Tojiâs neck to kiss him. âWant it-â
âHmmmm?â
âWant you to cum inside me now, Toji.â Youâre begging up at him, batting your tear-stained lashes. Pulling him in even closer, âPlease?â
âCheh-â 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. âIâm gonna cum in-haaah, inside you- of course mâgonna cum inside you, my wife.â
Toji funnels into you so hard that the crowned top of your head hits the headboard.
âGonna cum inside you and feel it in your womb-â Toji snarls out, his blushinâ tip starting to trickle out in something hot and gooey. âGonna give these needy walls of yours something ta really hold onto- gonna have her sucking me dry.â And you swear you could see tears glittering in his dark eyes. âGonna pump you so full that you have no option other than to- hah, overspill. But oh, donât worry, my madam, when you overspill your husband will be riiiiight here-â
You hiccup, âPlease-â
â-to fuck it right back in again.â
Itâs then that youâre really feeling the full force of Tojiâs 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 canât help but let out husky groans as he gets lost in the feelingâfuck, he didnât 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 itâs 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.
Youâre biting down on your tongue, tears exploding behind your eyes. âSh-shit, it feels so good.â Pressing your lips to his scarred ones, so familiar now. âToji, you feel so good.â
He shivers.
âFuck, weâre gonna make a cute baby.â
BeforeâŚToji Zenin doesnât stop.
In fact, you learn that he doesnât stop - and you donât 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 couldnât 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 heâd 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 thumpinâ his rotund red tip into the base of your pussy until the sun started to rise.
Taking you on all fours this timeâdoggy 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-
âWhereâd you think youâre going, madamâ?â Youâre 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 couldnât 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, âAre we sure itâs even taken, yet?â
âYesââ Youâre babbling out overâŚthe murmurs of a council that agreed immensely. They themselves were sure that their clan leader would continue until the end of time if possible. âYes, itâs taken- itâs-â
âBut are we- sure-â 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 messââYes.â
âMmmm, well anything you say, madam.â Heâs humming out. Pussydrunk. âBut are we really-â
âToji Zenin.â
The clan leader shudders, âI love it when you do that.â He kisses you with a rather loud smack, âI love youââ
And he doesnât feel a shred of regret in the world for what heâs just confessed. Always wanted to confess.
âAlways have.â Toji swallows, looking deep into your dazed eyes. âAlways will- and I triedâoh, how I tried to get to you. But it was never enough. How I imagined holding you and loving you all these years butâŚbut I understand if you donât feel remotely the same, and if the councilâs distance b-between us has already changed your mind on-â
âToji Zenin.â 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. âCome here and kiss me, my husband.â
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- âShould we ask those damn old toads for baby names now?â
.
.
.
âToji Zenin.â
Youâd 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 littleâŚlurch.
How strangeâhe 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 youâll visit him again.
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.
.
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.Â
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 sunlightâthis 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, wellâŚ
It hadnât 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.Â
It hadnât 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 donât think youâve 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. Heâs staring softly at you from inside, smile crooked, large frame leaned against the door frame.
âWhat?â 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 writtenâyour name. First and maiden last.
And then Tojiânot Zenin.
RatherâŚ
You look up at him with glistening eyes, âYou took my last name?â
He nods, eyes slightly downturned. âI did- just before we left I handed in the paperwork.â Taking a long pause, âI apologize that Iâm no longer your Toji Zenin-â
Youâre cutting him off by throwing your arms âround his neck and pulling him in for an embrace. Toji steadies you easily, hands automatically then gliding down to your swollen stomach. âYou never need to apologize to me for not being Toji Zenin, my love.â
âI seeâŚâ Heâs clutching you even tighter, while the garden chirps around you two. Slightly choked up, âThat reminds me- we need to pick out a name for our son, too, huh?â
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.Â
Those days, you just couldnât 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, âAll in good time. Though I do have some ideas in mind.â Toji did, too, and you giggle as you think of the little notebook heâd been secretly writing down names in - one at the very top circled âMegumiâ.Â
âMhmmm.â Heâs 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 sereneâyou shouldâve known that your boisterous husband wouldnât 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-
âTojiâŚâ
âHow about we start practicing for the second, huh?â
A/N. AWWWW I LOB HIM- feel like making a whole series for him now lowk.
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ăâĄ âŹ × you tell yourself youâre just helping out at wayne manor until a sleepy eight year old casually calls you bruceâs wife and suddenly everything feels a little too real. basically youâre not in love with bruce wayne but gotham and dick grayson know better.
Youâre not in love with Bruce Wayne.
Thatâs 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 youâre here in Dickâs 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 donât spend so many nights at Wayne Manor that thereâs a bedroom permanently set aside for them. Maybe most friends arenât trusted with Gothamâs biggest secret or the bruises that come with it. Maybe most friends donât know the sound of the cave opening or the difference between Bruceâs tired sighs and his relieved ones. But still, you tell yourself, youâre 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 heâs already lost.
âAre you my mom now?â he mumbles into your chest, half asleep and not really thinking about what heâs saying.
âWhat?â you whisper, careful not to wake him fully.
âIf Bruce is my dad, then youâre my mom.â
Your brows knit together, but your hand doesnât stop moving. âWhy dâyou think that, baby?â
ââCause moms and dads are married,â he says like itâs obvious. âYouâre married to Bruce.â
You almost choke, your hand pausing for half a second before you make yourself keep going. âBruce and I arenât married, sweetheart.â
âBut married people stay together,â he murmurs, his words starting to slur. âThey love each other. Like you and Bruce.â
Your heart twists. You kiss the top of his head and whisper into his curls, âThatâs enough thinking for tonight. Go to sleep.â
By the time the door opens quietly, Dickâs 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. âHey,â he murmurs. âPatrolâs done.â
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.
âThanks,â 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. Thereâs dried blood at his hairline, a dark bruise already blooming along his jaw, and a split at his lip that heâs clearly been ignoring. Alfred definitely hasnât gotten to him yet.
âYou lookâŚâ you start, trailing off as you take him in.
âI know,â he says with a quiet yawn, his hands settling on your arms like he needs something solid. âIâll take care of it. You should go back to bed.â
âYouâre not gonna take care of it,â you say, frowning, suddenly very awake.
He hesitates, then exhales. ââŚYeah. Youâre right.â
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 isnât new. Heâd suggested the cave, but youâd 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.
âSo,â you say, trying for casual. âDick had a nightmare tonight.â
Bruceâs expression softens instantly. âIs he okay?â
âHe is. He just needed someone to sit with him.â You hesitate, then add, âHe said something, though.â
Bruceâs brows knit together. âWhat kind of something?â
You focus a little too hard on the bandage in your hands. âHe asked if I was his mom now.â
Bruce stills. âHe did.â
âYeah,â you say softly. âHe said if youâre his dad, then I must be his mom.â
The room feels smaller. Bruce clears his throat. âKids say things when theyâre half asleep.â
âI know. I told him weâre not married,â you rush on. âBut he said married people stay together. That they love each other. Like me and you.â
You finally look up, bracing for him to laugh it off. Instead, he looks stunned, eyes searching your face like heâs trying to decide something important.
âOh,â he murmurs.
You let out a nervous little laugh. âI told him it was too much thinking for nighttime.â
âThat was probably smart,â Bruce says, a faint smile tugging at his mouth. Then, quieter, âDo you think he believed you?â
âI donât know,â you admit. âHe was already falling asleep.â
You go back to tending the bruise on his shoulder, fingers brushing his skin. Bruce inhales slowly, steadying himself.
âHeâs not wrong about one thing,â he says after a moment.
You pause. âAbout what?â
âAbout you staying,â he says, eyes warm and earnest. âAbout him feeling safe with you. About me feeling the same way.â
Your heart stutters. âBruceâŚâ
âI think I have for a while,â he continues, almost shy. âI just didnât know what to do with it.â
You swallow, hands resting on his chest now, the bandage forgotten. âFor the record,â you say softly, âI didnât exactly argue with him.â
His thumb brushes your hip, hesitant. âMaybe we donât correct him too hard next time.â
You smile. âMaybe we donât.â
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. Itâs brief, careful, like heâs afraid of crossing a line, but it still steals the breath from your lungs.
You pull back immediately, hands flying to his face. âBruce, wait. Your lip,â you scold quietly. âYouâre gonna get it infected.â
He huffs a small laugh. âWorth it.â
You glare at him, dabbing antiseptic against the split with exaggerated care. âYouâre impossible.â
âOnly a little,â he says, smiling at you like he already knows youâre 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 donât tell yourself youâre just friends.
Synopsis. Bark like he wants to knot you? The 5-DAY APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM specializes in training (and taming!) even the most volatile of hybrids against provocation, pheromones, and ruts. Make the world a better place for all hybrid types - even cute lilâ bunny hybrids like you should know better than to get close to the big, bad wolf in rut.
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!bunny hybrid!reader, wolf hybrid!Toji, HYBRIDS AU, pheromones, RUTS, slight enemies-to-Iovers, muzzIes, slight humiIation, making him BEG, PĂSSYDRĂNK Toji, oraI (fem rec.), p talking, face-rĂding, fĂngering, spĂtting, chokĂng, manhandIing, mean Toji, desperate Toji, pulling you by the ears, first times (his), heâs slightly inexperienced, big Dâs, big stretches, dĂşmbifĂcatĂon, doggy, BRĂEDING, talks of kids, rough s, creampĂes, cĂşmpIay, KNOTS, implied marathon, reactions, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 13.7k
A/N. Tonycries is listeningâŚbased on this tiktok from the wonderful mind of @/v4mpyrf4e (such a sweetheart yâall omg-). And yâalls comments made me CACKLE-
âWelcome to Day 1 of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM, thank you all for joining us here today.â Youâre the one in charge of setting off the introductions, letting Utahime announce her name and status as a human, before youâre following suit. â-and as you can see, Iâm a rabbit hybrid. Oryctolagus cuniculus domesticus.â
Gesturing at the sleek, slender ears that stood proudly upon your headâthey were the exact shade as your hair, glistening under the natural sunlight of the training field. They twitched ever-so-slightly at the attention of your class, hybrids of all ages and sizes and types.
And you had to admit that you took quite good care of them!
Those appendages were the prized possession of any rabbit around, and they never failed to draw awed gasps and coos from your batches of students.
Smiling, you were about to cut through with an ice-breaker beforeâŚ
âŚsomeone whistles.
Sensitive ears whipping in the direction of the noise instantly, eyes snapping to his nametag.
Toji Fushiguro: Wolf.
Oh.
Oh?
A shiver runs down your spine.
Youâve never come into contact with a wolf hybrid in this program- at least, not in any of the classes that youâve led. Coyotes. Vultures. Grizzlies. Hell, even the odd big cat or two (though they were mostly from other classes youâd assisted, and you didnât end up having direct contact with them). They were all the same to you: students.
But a wolf?
You didnât 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.
AbsolutelyâŚ
You clench your fists, steeling yourself - all that training youâd undergone to come into this position as an instructor for the program wasnât for nothing!Â
âExcuse me-â Youâre narrowing your eyes down at the man, standing right at the front of your group. Sliding your peripherals up, up, up from his nametagâ
Half-lidded eyes. An easy smile.Â
A face might have been ripped right out of the big screens, so handsome that it makes that lilâ bunny tail behind you twitch.
And itâs only then that youâre realizing just howâŚlarge 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 didnât 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 youâre staring at him, the more elated his pupils seem to twinkle. Something unreadable in them.
â-did you have something to say?â Youâre finally finishing off, after what felt like an age of the charged staredown had passed.Â
Toji only crosses his arms in front of him- and you swear your ears pick up on the minutest rip! of his biceps stretchinâ his thin t-shirt. The black fabric giving way to the flex of those incredible arms. âOh. The whistle?â The wolf hybridâs gruff voice answers, a deep baritone that you find strangelyâŚpleasant on your eardrums. âNah. Must be close to the full moon, heh- keep talking, lilâ bunny.â
âThatâs madam rabbit to you-â
âBunnygirl?â
Involuntarily, your nose twitches in annoyance - something that seems to make the man raise a brow at and smirk. Something chuckled underneath his breathââCute.â
You wouldâve almost thrown your clipboard at Toji Fushiguro had your colleague not cleared her throat.Â
âOh-â Mouth parting in surprise, youâre turning to Utahime whoâd 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), youâre turning to face the program attendees as a whole now. âAnd if anyone else has any highly intelligent questions, please feel free to ask away.â Silence, except for Tojiâs agreeing hum. âNow that thatâs 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 whatâs a better exercise in team spirit than being thrown into the thick of things?â
They look at you in slight surprise, Toji amongst them.
Without warning, you pick up the whistle thatâd been strung âround your neck and give it two sharp blows. âFive laps around the field- now! Go go go go!â
Bodies moving before minds, the entire group jolts into moving. Some taking a few unprepared steps before they even register whatâs happening, some speeding ahead already to get on your good side. Some flew. Some waddled. And some you could even see gape at the facilityâs 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 wasnât for them.
âYou there-â Sticking your hand outâsome, 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- â-ten laps for not going with your group, Mr. Fushiguro.â
âThatâs an abuse of power, bunny.â Toji growls, lips lifting into something that almost looks like a smile. Maybe a snarl.
Youâre raising a brow, whistle still raised to your lips. âFifteen.â
âWhatâre you gonna give me if I do those, huh?â
âTwenty.â
He wets his lips, jet-black ears twitching. âYou wonât dare-â
âTwenty-five.â
âFuckinâ hell.â But to your confusion, Toji Fushiguro didnât look neither angry nor dismayed as he received his sentence. In fact, you couldâve sworn that the man looked utterly euphoric with every sniping word that fell from your lips. Upping the challenge. Talking back to him.Â
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 canât seem to rip his eyes away from those pretty lilâ lips that were just so mean to him- âI never knew bunnies could be so feisty.â
He still isnât moving towards the run, and your vision is blocked by his well-sculptured body. Tojiâs eyes were murky, posture strong- and without warning, his nostrils seemed to flare. Taking in a deep, deep gulp of something. And you wonderedâŚwhy did something smell so sweet? âThir-â
âAlright alriiiight.â 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 Tojiâs 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.Â
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.
Wasnât 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.
Youâre blowing your whistle once more, âMr. Fushiguro, thirty-two for cutting me off there.â
Toji looks over his shoulder with knitted brows, and a smile that you couldnât describe as anything other than purelyâŚferal. âJust for you- heh, Iâll make it fourty-two, bunny.â
âDonât make me make it fifty.â 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.
Youâre turning to her with a half-joking scowl, âWhat, Uta?â
âOh, nothing.â Sheâs waving you off, standing beside you to look over your sprinting students. And with a thoughtful hum, the human continues. âItâs just, you hybrids have such interesting mating rituals-â
You nearly choke on your whistleââWhat rituals?â
A few heads turn to look at you, and youâre 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.Â
She looks at you in concern, âAre you alright? Does one get loopy after such mating rituals-â
Youâre grabbing both of her shoulders, trying to shake some sense into her. âRepeat that. Tell me you didnât say what I just so clearly heard you say. Repeat th- actually, wait, donât repeat that-â
âMating rituals?â Itâs enough to make you grimace, ears flattening behind your head. Watching your reaction, Utahimeâs beautiful face grows pale- and sheâs clapping both hands over her mouth. âOh- wait, sorry! Is that a taboo thing to say before you two have officially mated? Like a will-they-wonât-they thing? Iâm so sorry, I didnât know-â
âItâsâŚnotâŚâ You wince, âNo- no itâs okay. Itâs not that itâs taboo or anything, itâs justâŚâ
âOh.â Utahime breathes out in relief, punching your shoulder. âDonât scare me like that then, girl. What then? Whatâs the issue?â
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. NonethelessâŚâYou thought that him- the wolf and I wereâŚflirting?â
âOh, that?â She hums in thought, âNo, not exactly.â
Oh?
Then maybe it wasnât so bad after all. Maybe youâd just been overthinking things, maybe sheâd just misconstrued some interaction you had with another one of your students earlier, maybe this entire thing wasnât even about Toji or how he seemed so close to-
âI thought the wolf and you were seconds away from mating.â
Goddammit!Â
âOr bonding-â Utahime airily waves a hand, as if the extra explanation helped - though, to be fair, you knew you were the one thatâd posed the question. âWhichever one that you hybrids like to choose, bonding is the one with the bites, right? And good luck because he looks like a biter, woofââ
Youâre 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 youâve just gotten through the first few units of your second day, and it already feels like youâve aged years.
And you canât pinpoint an exact reason as to why - well, other than Toji Fushiguroâs presence, of course.
Toji Fushiguro and the way youâd 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-Â
âWhat the fuck are you doing here-â
âGood morning to you too, lilâ bunny.â
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 âgotten the time wrongâ and had âabsolutely nowhere to go- nevermind the cafĂŠ right down the streetâ and so heâd been let inside the building. Regardless of the fact that he had an entire office space to himself, heâd chosen to coop himself up in your office.
âAnd since you two are future mates, I thought it would be okay. Maybe you can show me some of those mating rituals!â Utahime had happily announced, smacking you on the back- just a tinge too loud for a certain wolfâs ears to not discern.
A smirk was on Tojiâs handsome face immediately, âSomething you need to tell me, bunnygal?â
âGet out of my office both of you-â
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 wasnât just the physical training part of things (a way to increase their endurance, which he certainly didnât seem to need any increasing), but even during the light reading sessionsâToji would have his book opened just a crack, attractive fingers flicking loooong luxurious glides on the pages.Â
And then heâd 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 youâŚgulp. If he didnât 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 didnât stop until he did.
But that wasnât 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.Â
Nothing too outstanding, youâd done it many times with many different batches. Slightly awkwardly waddling through the classroom, hands out and alert for another person. Only, this timeâŚ
âOh? Someoneâs in front of me-â A gruff voice echoed out from right behind you - right behind you. And you could already feel the heat of Toji Fushiguroâs proximity, before you even registered it was him. There was the airy whoosh of the atmosphere bending to oneâs hand reaching outââAngel-â To oneâs hand just lightly tracing your upright ears, â-or a pretty bunny?â
Your ears.
Your ears.
Toji Fushiguroâs greedy fingers were latching onto the sensitive bits of your ears, and youâre forced to bite back a moan. âS-sensitiveâŚâ
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 growlâ
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.Â
And the sultry smell of something sweet lingering in the air.
Animalistically, youâre raising your nostrils to the air- but by then itâd already dissipated into nothingness. And a part of you craves for more more moreâ
Clutching the blindfold, in a classroom full of oblivious students, you clench your thighs together.
You were so fucking wet.
And outside, though you arenât 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 didnât then he fucking knew that heâd 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 likeâ
The next thing heâs 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, heâs leaning against it. Head falling back. Body slouching onto the floor. A thick âfuckâ leaving him as he sits himself down right then and there-
âOh fuckââ Tojiâs pressing one hand to his face, the other against the solid pain thatâd taken up between his legs. He looks down, âOh fuck, mâin rut.â
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Day 3 of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM.
Toji Fushiguro was just on time to your program today, and though you couldnât say that you werenât relieved his incredible earliness lasted only a day- you couldnât quite say that you werenât disappointed, either. Rabbits, always hopping around.
âSoâŚâ Utahimeâs teasing voice calls out in the distance, and youâre shocked to find that sheâs actually right beside you. Had you been spacing out?
With a jolt, you realize youâd 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 wayâyou hadnât been staring at him, dammit!
âSomething in your eye?â You call out.
âJust a pretty bunnygirl, heh.â
Shaking your head free of him (and doing your very best to not look as though you were shaking your head free of him), youâre turning back to your friend. âSoâŚwhat, Uta?â
She nudges your shoulder with hers, âSo what are the updates on your mating ritual-â
âEnough-â
Refusal ringing out across the field, your voice catches the attention of Shoko, whoâd 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.
âStill in denial.â Utahime says, as a way of greeting. She catches the towel that Shoko throws at her and sighs, âEnemies-to-lovers go from enemies to lovers faster in my booksâŚâ
And somehow, Shoko seems to know exactly what sheâs talking about.Â
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. âWell, I didnât 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?â
Indignantly, âThereâs absolutely nothing wrong with me-â
âPerhaps her pheromones are being blocked?â Utahime nods at her friend, before snatching your towel out of your hand and rubbing it over your scent glands-
âWoah-â You gasp, the rough texture of the fabric making your ears twitch. Somehow, it almost reminds you of the day before whereâŚâWhat the- Uta I will kill you-â
âAdequate pheromone secretion, considering the scent patches.â Shoko leans in to look at it and hum. âI donât think thereâs a problem there- and the clients have to take a mandatory medical test, there was no anomaly in Tojiâs, either.â
âAnd the scent? What about the scent- I canât smell it as a human, but youâve got to have some sort of sense for it even as a friend, right?â Utahime insists.
You squeal, âDonât you dare, Shoko- this has got to be some sort of HIPAA violation I swear-â
âYouâre right.â The doctor says, sagely. And all your squirming, struggling, screaming seems to stop- for just the briefest secondâŚbefore Shoko looks you up and down and states once more. âRub a little harder, I would like to take a scent swatch for my own personal experimentation as well.â
âI will experiment on you-â
âU-um, madam bunny?â
You whirlââWhat?âÂ
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.
âOh.â The three of you staff look at each other, and youâre 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. âIâm so sorry, Ijichi, Iâve been out of my mind. Are you alright?â
âY-y-yes- but no.â Heâs stammering, not holding your eye still. âItâs just- my ankleâs acting up again and I was wondering whether I could be excuse to the medic room for today?â
âYes- yes of course!â Youâre looking to Shoko, and the two of you place Ijichiâs arms âround either of your shoulders to help him get up and walk to her clinic. Youâre patting at him soothingly, âItâll be alright, Ijichi, Shokoâs gonna fix you up properly in no time.â Ignorant to the low trundle of a growl thatâs thrown your way.
To the way that Tojiâs staring at your little group, unwavering, your arms around another man.
To the crackle of something bitter seeping into the air.
Though, Ijichi isnât 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 youâre 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.Â
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 youâd left)- only for your fist to close aroundâŚnothing.
âHuh?â 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- âI could have swornâŚâ
âHey, everything alright?â Utahime asks, it seems that sheâd 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 youâre nodding your head. âNo, I mean- yes? Everythingâs alright, itâs just- have you seen my towel anywhere?â
She giggles, âThe one with your scent swatch on it?â
âThe one with my scent swatch on it.â You deadpan, âI just canât seem to find it anywhere.â
And itâs only then that the knits her brows, expression turning into one of slight concern. âHuh? I couldâve sworn that I put it there when you left with Shoko and Ijichi, maybe it blew away in the wind somehow?â
Youâre looking up at the windless morning, drier than the Sahara. âMaybeâŚâ
âOr maybe one of the students accidentally took it?â 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, âOr maybe Shoko actually took it- yâknow, to experiment on.â She nods in the direction of the building, âCâmon, lets go bug her for more towels - the nice ones with the flowers on them.â
âIn a few days thereâll be some clones of me running around.â 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. Fuckâwith 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.
Tojiâs 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 hadnât showed up to the facility hours before class was supposed to start, you didnât worry too much. When he hadnât showed up precisely at 8:00AM on the dot, well, you were getting somewhat intrigued but you still didnât worry too much.
But when it was 1:47PM and Toji Fushiguro still wasnât here?
AlrightâŚnow you were getting a bit irritated. Because at the very least, students would call the reception to let them know that they werenât coming in for the day - but this bastard hadnât 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, thatâs what.Â
But having no Toji Fushiguro didnât break your classes. In fact, one could argue that theyâd gone even smoother today than usual.
Youâd gone through the morning drills without him, youâd showered up and made it through a few readings and testimonies without him, youâd just turned off the endings credits of a documentary and was about to start an entirely new lesson without him.
âAnd todayâs lesson will be on Muzzles 101, for this I have actually acquired a real-life muzzle.â Lifting the strappy, clinking metal thing from your desk for the entire class to seeâto be quite honest, this was one of your favorite parts of the syllabus. âAs 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-â
BANG!
âMissed me, bunny?â
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 heâd simply sprinted the entire way here.
Youâre looking up at him and you swear you can see slight dark circles underneath his eyes - he didnât seem to have had a restful sleep last night, hm? Wonder what kept him up like that?
âYouâre late.â Oh-so-welcomingly, you state.
He smirks, âFashionably so.â
Not responding to his hook, youâre turning back to the class that was watching the interaction with bated breath. âAnd as our latecomer, how about we have Mr. Fushiguro here give us a real-life demonstration as to wearing a muzzle?â
âIâd like to see you fucking try- fuck!â
The class erupts in agreement, and before Toji Fushiguro - whoâs never been talked down to, whoâs 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 whatâs happening, heâs worshipping you at your feet.
Literally.
Hooking your fingertips into the mesh-like covering of his dog muzzle, youâre hauling Toji right down to his knees. Right down to the floor. Right down at your feet.
And he doesnât resist.
Why the fuck would he ever resist?
You place one of your palms on top of his silky black hair, scratching behind his wolfâs ears as if he was nothing but a docile dog. A pet. âAnd hereââ Announcing to the class, the leans in at the edges of their seats to take a better look. â-we have a wolf hybrid in a muzzle- hah! Put a muzzle on and some big, bad wolf he is.â
Through the bars of his muzzle, Toji darkly growlsâ
âDown, boy.â Through a grin, youâre narrowing your eyes down at Toji. âYouâre supposed to be good when the muzzleâs on, donât you know?â
âOh yeah? Let me out nâ Iâll show you whatâs good-â
Pulling lightly on his soft hair, âWhatâs that?â
He doesnât answer - but he doesnât snap back anything mouthy, either. If youâd known that Toji Fushiguro could be so good for you like this, then you mightâve put the muzzle on even sooner if you were being quite honest.
âAnd now-â Fuck, whatâs 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 offââ-for the ultimate temptation. Remember what this program is really about.â
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck, it canât be.
Youâre taking off that protective layer on the side of your throat, and just thenâŚoh, 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 thatâd been stuck to your towel. It seems to haze over the dull classroom with an almost sparkly mist, and it seems to haze over Tojiâs eyes with a film of lust.
Burning up.
Feverish.
Heâd never been so gone over anyone elseâs pheromones before. Never.Â
His nails dig into the tough tile and leave claw marks-
But youâre looking at the students, some of whom were safely blocking their nostrils. âPheromones 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.â
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 couldnât fucking see-
âAs you can see, class, Mr. Fushiguro here is holding up rather exceptionally.â Youâre 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 doesnât laugh, and youâre plastering on your scent patches once more. âNow, in the real world we donât always have the luxury of scent patches. In times such as these we hybridsâŚâ
Toji seems to crouch even deeper on his knees, hunching in on himself almost. Heâs 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 doesnât give a fuck.
He wasnât 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 heâs never been harder in his entire life.
â-can try it out for yourselves should you so wish to later on.â And you were oblivious to the entire thingâoh, pretty bunny, how he wanted to rip you apart. Inch by inch.Â
Just from the briefest second of your scent.
Youâre getting into the proper lesson by now, throwing out the history of muzzles in relationship with hybrids whilst absent-mindedly patting Tojiâs head. He leans into your touch and you falter mid-speech, ears twitching in every direction, you swear you couldâve 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 didnât attend at all.Â
Perhaps the demonstration yesterday had taken it too far? But youâd asked him about it, and Toji had insisted that it was something he enjoyed doingâ
âNext time, though, thatâs gonna be you, bunny-â
âYou wish.â
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 didnât think that it was exactly that.
Or perhaps he didnât find the program useful at all and didnât want to waste his time on it any longer?Â
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 didnât exactly strike you as the type to leave something half-finished.
Or perhapsâŚperhaps you didnât know.
He didnât let the reception know he was about to be absent. He didnât give you any notice that heâd be quitting.
It might just have been something in his personal life that you werenât 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 werenât 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 couldnât help but wonder.
Which might just have been (though you didnât 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 Tojiâs disappearance. Along in your office. In the dead of night.
If he wasnât going to attend anymore, then you might as well drown that pang of disappointment in work.Â
Youâre 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.
Youâre leaning back on your chair with a sigh, massaging your eyes with the mountainous front of your palms. Whispering, âFuckâŚâ 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. âGod, how long have I even been here?â
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 âhealthy work-life balancesâ, and this was anything but balanced. You guessed youâd just mark your student register for the day and get the hell out of here- but ah, the rainâŚ
âItâs fine.â Clicking away at the ticks that denoted someone had been present - and they all had been today, except for one. âItâs not raining too bad so Iâll just run to my car orâŚâ
Toji Fushiguroâs name wasnât 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 nameââFushiguro, Tojiââeven 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 studentâs name, with all the information that youâd ever need on them.
Youâd skimmed Tojiâs profile once before, right before the program had started as you were trying to familiarize yourself with the students.
But now, something about it feltâŚdifferent.
More personal.
More intimate.
Name: Fushiguro, Toji
Age: 30âs
Sex: Male
Height: 6â2+
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? Youâre reading over those last two words at least eight times to make sure you got it right - it wouldâve been one thing to know that Toji Fushiguro had strong ruts, itâs another thing to have Shoko capitalize, embolden, and underline those two words.
And this was a woman whoâd written the many, many profiles that youâd seen in your time working for the facility.
But youâd 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 âcrazedâ and âlike a madmanâ, 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.Â
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.
âT-Toji?â Your rabbit ears raise into the air, trying to catch any answer from him. When thereâs none, youâre getting up from your chair and taking a cautious step forward. âToji, what happened- why are you here at this time?â
Toji twitches as if the very sound of your voice jolted him to his very core, âAll the better to meet you with, bunny.â
Rough.
Hoarse.
There was a primal rumble in his tone that made your legs press together - whether out of need or fearâŚIt honestly didnât even sound like your Toji- and youâre almost second-guessing your initial impression. Perhaps because of that, youâre taking yet another step forward. âWhy are you standing there like that?â
âAll the better to see you with, bunny.â
But did you honestly even need to ask?
Because one step - one step - is all it takes for Tojiâs thick pheromones to immediately hit you. For your mind to whirl with the heady combination of sandalwood and crisp ice and need. Pure need.
Itâs so strong that your body takes an immediate lurch backwards, shivering at the scent of a predator-type at his strongest - at his closest. âAnd why do you smell soâŚâ The backs of your knees hit the stippled cushion of your chair, and youâre 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.
Youâre 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 mawâ
Oh, and his greedy, slobbering maw was wide open and mouthing at the swollen scent gland on the right side of your neck.
Tojiâs needy canines finding your soft flesh and digging inââAll the better to eat you with, bunny.â
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âP-pussyâŚâ Tojiâs 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 heâd 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.
Heâs watching as your puffy folds open up like the cutest lilâ blossom, two glistening petals that he wanted to lick clean of that syrupy slick.Â
Hell- the mere scent of it was enough that heâs panting like a dog in heat.
As if hypnotized, as if a zombie, Tojiâs dazedly leaning forwardsâbefore you rest the tip of your high heel against his forehead. Pushing him right back where he came from, âDown, boy. Didnât your momma ever teach you table manners?â
âPussy-â Heâs gripping onto either of your thighs with his roughened palms, âBut- pussy.â Trying his very best to tug you forwards. âNeed to taste that pretty pussy, bunnygirl- fuckinâ put her on my face, please.â
âNuh uh, Toji.â Crossing your arms with a huff, âHonestly I should give you nothing nâ kick you out right now for crashing into my office like this-â
âKick me out afterâoh.â Tojiâs 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 heâs groaning at the fact that he canât just surge over and lick it up right now.
Raising a brow, âAnd why should I?â
âB-becauseâŚâ And Toji Fushiguro might be a wolf hybrid, but heâs peering up at you with such puppy eyes. Half-lidded eyes. Begging. Desperate. âAw- nâ here I thought bunnies were the nice ones- wonât you hngh, give a poor, thirsty dog something sweet? Just one lilâ taste?â
âI dunnoâŚâ Grinning, âHow thirsty?â
âSo thirsty- so thirsty-â And with you loosening your heel on his head, heâs 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. âThis pussy- this pussy, oh, this pussy.â
The only thing on his fucking mind right now- heâs nudginâ the metal restraints on his mouth against your folds. âJust one taste of her- I beg of you.â A primal sound rips from the back of Tojiâs throat, and itâs enough to make every hair on your body stand on end. âJust one taste. Just- just one-â Just desperately lolling his lengthy tongue out and flicking it near the bars of his muzzle, where heâs but getting a single droplet of yours. âFuck this damn thing- Iâll break through it if I have to- Iâll- Iâllââ
âYesâ?â
Shaking his black bangs out of his eyes, âIâll kneel, Iâll beg-â He guessed heâd already accomplished the first two, Tojiâs muzzle shoves against your puffy pussylips once more. âIâll kill for it. Iâll die for it. Iâll eat this pussy out if itâs the only thing I can eat fer the rest of my life. Iâll keep this damn muzzle on and eat you out through this if I could-â
You throw head backwards with an arch, he was just achingâ
âThen do it.â
And itâs all that Toji needs.
He doesnât care if heâs wearing the canine muzzle anymore, heâs 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.Â
Shoving his tastebuds through one of the gaps in the bars. Crushing his muzzle between your legs- âCâmon.â Tojiâs 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 deeperââCâmon- câmon- câmon-â
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, âO-oh, you really meant it, huh?â
And he doesnât even answer.
You donât 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 thatâs when a sudden thought occurs to him.
Flattening his tastebuds against the muzzle, Tojiâs somehow able to lick down the slit of your pussy. Moving his head in a loooooong up nâ down drag, he lets your juices fall all over his tongue and moans- âPussy.â
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?Â
Your body was bouncing up into Tojiâs avid movements as if you were hypnotized by his tongueââO-oh my god? How are you even managing to- fuck, it feels so good.â Shrilling out, your hamstring start to ache with how badly you were trying to get his tongue to go even deeper. Harder.
And you donât even have to voice your concerns- because Tojiâs slightly unlatching his mouth from your pussy and sniffing at the air.Â
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 youâre being teetered on the very edge of the table. Slithering that long, slimy tongue alllll across your front- âPussy.â He pants his mantra out, the buttony knob of his thumb coming up to press down on your clit then. âMât-tasting yourâŚâÂ
âPussy- thatâs right.â Youâre babbling out, once more being jerked forwards by the needy man. âAnd that isnât enough to soothe your thirst, Toji?â Not that you ever wanted him to stop.
âFuck- you call that a taste?â He sounds almost offended, and you could tell- oh, you could tell that the real Toji Fushiguro wouldnât be doing those cute lilâ kittenish licks at your folds. He wouldnât 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 Tojiâs restraint was starting to wane. Slowly straining. Ebbing away.
Eating you out through that doggy muzzle, the more heâs crashing its metal fringes against your cunt- the more desperate heâs becoming to actually taste you. To plaster those pretty lips of yours against his entire face like he wanted to, âYou call that ânough to satiate a thirst? You call- fuck, mâstil fucking dehydrated, bunny.â Pryinâ aside your folds to stare at your glistening hole, âAnd yer leaking all over.â
Your heeled feet twitch, âAre you saying you donât want to-â
âNo.â
Toji Fushiguro has never sounded more serious in his entire life.Â
Heâs urgently soothing his sizzlinâ tastebuds against the front of your core, âNo no no no no-â Furiously motioning his head as if to make up for even the mere notion that he wouldnât have this anymore. âI would never say that- never, fuck, a pussy like this and you think mâjust gonna give her up so easily?â
Then the bars of his muzzle rub against your sensitive clit and make you gasp, âThen what-â
âMâjust saying that mâthirsty, mama.â Toji growls, hooking his thick thumb on the inside of your entrance. Heâs using his mean tip to stretch-stretch-streeeetch you widely open - so close and yet so far. âPredator-type hybrids have a laaaaarge appetite, yâknow that, bunny?â Heâs probinâ his stare up at you, watching your every lewd expression. âHeh, I could eat a cute lilâ bunny like you right up- so look at her.â
Spitting. Youâre whining at the sudden impact, and Toji damn near does, too, as he looks down upon the mess he made nâ wonât be able to lick right up.
âAnd look at me.â The mesh of his muzzle scratches a carnal itch that you didnât even know you had, âFucking look at me.â Thereâs 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 heâd just gone crazed. âCanât you see that mâacting like a damn dog here?â
Making you dizzy with both his filthy words and his filthy movements, âOh, fuck- you really are-â
Dragging his handsome face on the sheeny insides of your thighs, he was just so close but so far. Begging. âMy bunnygirl- my pretty bunny- pretty girl-â Canines peeking out, âWhat do you want me to do? What can I do to get ya to hop on my face nâ let me taste it?â
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 theyâd faint. âThenââ Heâs excitedly bucking against your leg, humping his throbbing erection on your calf. â-bark like you want it.â
Toji Fushiguroâs mouth drops.
Toji Fushiguroâs hulking body twitches. Processing what youâd just told him.
And then he opens his scarred mouth andâlets out a low, growling bark.
Oh, youâve never been wetter.
Still reeling with the sound in your ears - oh, you almost wish youâd recorded it - youâre mindlessly reaching a hand out and unhooking Tojiâs muzzle. The most juvenile of locks thatâd kept him barred. The easiest fix, now falling to the floor.
At least, you think it falls to the floor.
You honestly donât see anything past unhooking the muzzle lock- before Tojiâs on your cunt with his mouth, his lips, his fingers.
Two thrusts with his watering tastebuds, another thrust with his pointed index.
âHold still.â Itâs 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? Youâre being thrust forwards with the pressure - just the slightest few inches - but even that seemed to be too much for the wolf hybrid. Heâs pinning his free hand down on your thighâŚâHold still.â
In and out. In and out
Toji isnât even warming up- hell, he isnât even taking the time to breathe before he shoves himself nose-deep between your jittery legs.Â
Like he wouldnât even mind suffocating, heâs eating you out like a man thatâd been starved for eons.Â
âP-pussyââ Toji echoes out his very same mantra, and you honestly donât know which one of you was more gone by this point.Â
Gulping in each sweet, sweet ounce of your slobber- âSo this is what you taste like.â His tone cracks on that little sentence, âThis is what wh-what your pussy feels like against my lips.â The breathy exhale that leaves him is almost reverent, it buzzes against your tender folds and youâre shrilling out at the shockwaves of pleasure. âWhat the fuck she tastes so- sweet.â
Your eyes snap open, and youâre staring down at the flushed man. âSweet?â
âI can see your cute bunny ears twitching- heh, you like that.â
Youâre whining as he drags you closer, until youâre almost resting fully on his face, only for him to take deeper whiffs of your cunt.
âAnd sânot just the rut, she just smells so damn good, too.â Toji blabbers out, not letting a single slick wad escape his ravenous mouth. With the crowned tops of his fingers, heâs smearing apart your hole. âAnd she sounds so- uh huh- whatever you say, kitty.â As if in the middle of a conversation, heâs nodding and spitting down another sticky web on your core.Â
With his upper lip glued to the top of your entrance, heâs alternating between letting his fingers and his tongue shovel insideâ
âKittyâs sayinâ sheâs never met another like me, either.â
âNow youâre just b-boasting.â Sobbing out. Nose pressing against your clit, heâs using this lecherous position to breathe in the cute bunny pheromones wafting from you.
âSo fuckinâ sweet.â More to himself than anything, âIt should be illegal to have such a pretty pussy- is this, fuck, some sorta test?â
âIf this was a test, then youâd have failed a long time ago.â Youâre letting your chin hit your chest, gazing down at Tojiâs 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. âBark again, Toji?â And he does- oh, he does. Grinding against your legs as he shoved himself even deeper. âI th-thought you wanted only one taste?â
But the man beneath you only seems to smile, âOh, I did just have one taste.â And heâs waiting for you to get just a lilâ stupider on his velvety tongue, âThis is one taste.â He presses a wiiiidely opened kiss against your cunt, hot and wet. âAnd this is one more.â With the audacity to press another. âAnd one more-â And another. âOooone more-â Another.
âShouldâve kept that muzzle on youâŚâ Youâre wailing, not meaning it a single bit. You both know that that muzzle wouldnât have stopped him for a single second.
Thrash after vicious thrash, before youâre aching to have him reach your g-spot- and Toji, it seems, senses this.Â
Because just then, heâs pulling back his prolonged tongue with such a weeeeeeeeeet slurp.
âAnd youâre leaking all over- do bunnies like water?â
Just to make sure, Toji bubbles out yet another wad of saliva that gently splats down on your cunt. Rubbinâ along the wetness of it, heâs 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, theyâre opening up every hidden orifice inside of you. Whether inside or outside, not matter how much you try to clench or buck or whineâyour cunt gobbles Tojiâs fingers up with a wet sluuuuuurp. âIf not, better plug her up then.â His wide tongue flops out to catch the speckles of slick that kept splashinâ out, âMore fâme- oh, this pussy.â
âShit- stretching me out so much.â Youâre seeing white as his ridged digits scour their way inside, stretching your elastic channel out wiiiiide. âYouâre seriously- three?â
âFour.â
Of course, a fourth finger was mazinâ 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.
âHafta.â He gurgles out, dry humping your leg whilst he eats you out. âIf sheâs gonna take my knot then I need- hah, at least four.â
Your eyes damn near bulge out of your scalp, âYour knot isâŚseriously that big? How can one even th-think of fitting it-â
âWell, yer gonna be the first.â
âOhââ Head throwing back, youâre bawling out at the constant rhythmic thump-thump-thump of him reaching every hidden spot and cranny. And like a damn dog in heat, heâs lapping and lapping away his sticky tongue on top of your clit. âMânot gonna last-â
Those pinkish tastebuds covered with a glazy layer of saliva and slick, with ribbons that always connect you to him. âMmmmââ
Heâs 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, âSit down, bunny.â Such a mean command- whilst the inches of Tojiâs fingers were scouring inside your walls to findâŚyour g-spot. Easily.
He wastes no time directly pinpointing that particular spot and stroking it with his fingers.
Wellâbashing 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. âHeh, what a magical spotâŚfuck.â Jaw unhinging even wider open, he just couldnât stop kissing your wet pussy. âMagical magical pussy- oh, I love you, kitty.â
âT-Tojiââ With a twitch, youâre clawing at his sweaty scalp. âDonât think mâgonna last very soon- actually, I think mâgonna-â
âAwww, how cute-â He eyes the way youâre shivering all over on his tongue, â-the bunny hops.â
âF-fuck offâfuck!â
Jaw dropping.
Head turning dizzy.
Your voice shatters into a million tones as youâre 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 Tojiâs was.
His sizzling tongue, his scorching fingers that pushed nâ pushed nâ pushed away at your g-spot to drag you through your incredible high.Â
âCâmon, kitty kitty~â The wolf hybrid whispers between your folds, plump lips wrapping around your clit and streeeeeetching out that sensitive nub. âBe nice to âer, mmm, give her a good one.â With each movement between your legs, Tojiâs only growing greedier to take over your orgasm - make sure that itâs giving you the utmost pleasure
âIt already feels so- oh.â And just when you thought it couldnât get any better, Tojiâs second hand is lifting off of your bottom to pinch your clit meanly.
Making you genuinely shake through your wave of bliss-
âCâmon câmon câmon-â His fingers plummet in thoroughly, hooking up to leave a few cute bruises on the roof of your cunt. â-gotta get âer loosened reeeeal nicely, have her stretched out to- to take my knot.â
Just the mere mention of that is making you sputter, and youâre 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- âThe knot that isâŚf-four fingers big, Toji?â
âWellâŚâ As he was eating you out, Toji was still humping your calf. â-sâstill gonna be a bit of a biiiig stretch with four fingers. But you can take it, canât you, mama?â
OhâŚ
And when heâs sure that your orgasm has completely passed, when heâs sure he can no longer feel your cunt quivering with the peaks of your high, when heâs sure heâs overstimulated you by thrusting into you for just a bit longerâTojiâs pulling his fingers out of you and unlatching his mouth with a sopping mwah!
Youâre trembling at the sudden loss of him filling you up.
Toji takes one look at his thick, slick-glazed fingers- and heâs plunging them between his scarred lips and slurping off the excess remnants. âMmmm, canât let a single drop go to waste.â That said, Tojiâs finally - finally - rising from his kneeling position on the floor.
All tall and strong and needy.
A predator thatâd finally cornered his prey.
Heâs yanking his t-shirt off. Heâs whipping his belt off.Â
Heâs 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 canât help but let your eyes widen, jaw dropping.
You werenât getting out of this alive, were you?
The very moment that heâs freed from his boxers, Tojiâs 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 droolinâ away the milky lines of his sap.Â
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 Tojiâs hilt, where his knot was bound to grow.
And was thatâ
You gasp, âToji, your boxers are drenched in white-â
âI know.â 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. âI know- that kitty made me cum just by eating her out. Howâs that for a needy dog?â
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. Youâre remembering just how intimidating this wolf hybrid is. And something revealed in the pheromones youâd given off makes him crack a sultry smirk. âCâmere bunny.â
Instinctually, your bodyâs lurching backwards for escape-
Only for Toji to grasp your rabbit ears using one of his hands, dragging you off the table with them.
âM-my ears!â Youâre yelping, though not quite in pain, ratherâŚsomething else entirely. Clawing up at Tojiâs strong forearms as heâs twisting you âround by the ears, making your front face the table, his erection pushed up against your ass.Â
Thick and throbbing.
You could feel the way he was throbbing furiously as your heated pussylips splashed slick all over him. âSuch finicky creatures, always wanna run. Donât you know that you wonât be able to outrun me?âÂ
âToji, mm, donât you know that my ears a s-sensitive?â 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 wildâ
âEars schmears.â Rolling his eyes with a gruff grunt, he guides a second hand to cup his thickened hilt. Smearing apart your swollen folds with it, heâs sandwiching himself in with your cunt. âDonât think I donât know how horny ya get when I pull on âem a little, bunny.â
âHorny?â You gape.
âMhmmâthink I canât smell it on ya?â As if to prove his point, his nostrils flare to heave in your saturated sunny lavender scent - and itâs like the more volume heâs intaking, the rougher he becomes, the more heâs rutting against that wet pussy of yours. âI canâfuck, I can. That day in class-â
Pushing his veiny shaft right up against your geysering orifice, just the slightest change in angle and heâd be stuffing you full with no mercy. âOh, fuck-â
âI 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.â Dragging and draaaaagging his hot, sloppy cock against your front. âShe liked to be manhandled a little. Liked it rough- and that kitty of hers likes it even more.â
Bawling, âP-please, Toji.â
âAnd guess what?â
âWhat?â
âI wouldâve killed any other bastard that found out about it.â
Your ears twitch in his grasp, and heâs leaning down to press a slight kiss on top of them. Something that makes you utter out, âNo one knows- hck! no one but you.â
âGood.â You could practically hear the grin in his voice, the way his plump cockhead only seemed to throb even bigger. âBecause I have a secret of my own, bunnygirl.â
âWhatâs that?â
âThat day was exactly what threw me into rut.â
Oh.
And before you know it, youâre being spearheaded by Tojiâs massive cock- swirlinâ 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 insideâ
âOh.â Tojiâs scarred mouth gapes open, Tojiâs muscular body wracks with such powerful shivers. In a split-second - so fast that you donât think heâs even thinking about it - he has one had white-knuckling those damn sensitive ears of yours. âO-ohhhhh, wait a minute. Hold on, bunnygirl.â
And then heâs 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, âOh my god-â
âI said fuckinâ hold on.â
âBut I didnât-â
But when Toji Fushiguro tells you to hold you, you better know that he means it - otherwise youâre 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- âWhereâs the rush, little bunny?â And you couldâve sworn that Tojiâs words were slurring, they were stumbling over one another. Scalding hot breath wafting your neck, right where your tender scent glands throbbed. âGot somewhere to be? Donât run from the big, bad wolf, little bunny.â
âOh my- ngh.â With another inch shovelled deep into your orifice - Toji doesnât care whether youâre struggling to take him right about now, doesnât care whether your sultry cunt was bulging with the size of him already.
He had one hand on your ears tugginâ you back and forth like a ragdoll, meeting your hips with rudeâhard hammer. Push after push.
Barely even proper thrusts, to be honest, you had Tojiâs 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 heâd damn admit it - rutting against you like a damn dog. And he panting, too, as if heâs run a mile and suddenly his slick drool was pouring out in bucketloads against the side of your throat. âCome and play- hah, Iâve heard that bunnies like it quick and hard but come nâ play with the big, bad wolf a littleâŚâ
âAnd how mâI supposed to play when you do it like-â Youâre whining at the sudden tug at your ears once more, not fully under his lecherous use to keep you bouncing back on his cock. â-this, ngh?â
âWhyâŚdonât you know that wolves like it a little rough?â
And just as roughly as he swabbinâ 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 couldnât.
And the more inches that were finding its way stuffed deeeeeep inside your pussy, the more and more that Toji was losing his composure.Â
âLittle bunny- oh, my bunnyââ As if it was his own personal mantra, or he was a broken record player on repeat.Â
Toji was so damn pussydrunk with only a few vicious thrusts, that he didnât even like the way your body would bounce away with the recoils of his thrusts. And heâs pinning you down with everything he can- hell, heâs 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. âCome back tâme- donât run away- oh, donât run away.â 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. âThe resistance- fuck, Iâve gotta get rid of this resistance.â
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 moreâŚ
âCâmon- this pussy.â Tojiâs struck with the idea to snake his left hand between your trembling legs, swiping away at your pulsating clit. âK-kiiiiitty, her cute clit didnât feel neglected by me, did she?â Scissoring you wider open, he giggles at the way they almost look like bunny ears. âOh, my apologies, mama, now mâhere and you just-â Each word punctuated with the more precise thwack! of his hips, â-have- to- take it, alright?â
âTake it take it take it-â Babbling away, youâre just fucked so utterly stupid on his cock by now.
âSo youâre gonna take it all?â 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? âTake it so that you can t-take my knot, too?â
âOhââ So thatâs what heâd been carnally hankering for this entire time, âItâs j-just so muchââ Youâre blabbering out, throat feeling as if it was cracking underneath all the pressure. In your hazy vision, youâre 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. âOh my god, thereâs so much- what if I canât fit your-â
âSo much?â Toji breathes out a chuckle, âSo much? Bunny, if this is so much- then I donât wanna know how full youâll feel when I finally fuck you pregnant.âÂ
You gawp, âYouâre gonna fuck me pregnant-â
âPatience, bunny, no need to beg. Of course, I am.â 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, âBut before that weâve still got a loooong way to go, donât you know?â
Clawing at your desk, though the effort was futile. You could feel yourself slipping down his fat cock even deeper, with such lecherous squelches. âBut y-youâre a wolf, and Iâm a rabbit. I donât know how itâll even fit-â
âOh, itâll fit.â
He sounded oh-so-sure of himself, and you werenât sure how - especially for a wolf hybrid that was currently rabid on your cunt. Ravenous for it.Â
Blushing, perspiring, swearing any time you clenched too hard.Â
But soon enough youâre getting your answer either way, because Tojiâs giving a good swat at your clit- planting a final half-thrust between your legs before heâs finally bottoming out.
Finally.
âSeeâŚsee?â He hisses through his teeth, canines bared and drooling right above your scent glands. âWho did you fuckinâ think I am- see? Told you Iâll make it fit.â Toji didnât 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 hadnât started to formulate just yet, but he guessed that it would be soon. âSaid you wonât be able to take me but you didâthaâs my girl.â
âYour girl- your girl, mmm.â 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.Â
âSee how- fuck- well youâre taking me? See how yer made to be fucked full- by me? Stuffed with all my kids, fuck?â Toji grunts out, emptying his gluey wads of pre at your cervix. âDonât hop away from me, cute lilâ bunny- fuck back into your Tojiâyes.â 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, âDo you feel me at your throat?â Burrowing his bruising tip in hardââAt your brain? Shuffling that pretty lilâ head of y-yours around, am I?â
âOh my- ngh.â Shaking, youâre feeling so limp by now.Â
âYeahhh, proved my point.â
He still had that one hand down on your clit, getting drenched in the arousal that kept on spraying out of you. âSâokay, mama, you donât have to think about anything but- ngh, baby names right now- ya hear me?â
Absent-mindedly babbling, âBabyâŚnamesâŚâ
And thatâs when heâs dragging you so far back by your bunny tears that your spine is arching into him- head against Tojiâs prominent collarbone, your spittle coming out like a waterfall, your cunt being impaled by his thick length and ending upâŚright at your g-spot.
âOh fuh-fuckâ!â Youâre keening, body flailing almost out of control had you not been pinned down by Tojiâs hefty weight.
âOh, fuh-fuck?â Heâs saying, and it takes you a few more vulgar thrusts to realize that heâd just repeated what you said. Tojiâs lower lip juts out in a mocking pout, âI donât think sâa a good name for a baby, bunnygirl- too inappropriate, ngh, no?â
Youâre gritting your teeth, cursing his mean words out in your mind - at least, whatever rational part of it was left. Using that, youâre still able to get your hips to fuck back into his- the flared line of his slit just perfectly rubbinâ against your sweetest spots. âOh- r-right there, Toji.â
Again and again.Â
Itâs a pleasure thatâs so overwhelming that you almost donât hear his distant scoff- âToji?â And youâre almost about to ask what was wrong before- âMmm, but thatâs my name, bunny, and you really wanna give it to our kid?â
âIâm going to fucking kill y-â
âOr maybe Toji Junior?â Toji crinkles his nose in thought, as if he wasnât properly ravaging and ravaging your goopy insides until they felt all red and raw. âHmmmâŚnot a fan- what else have ya got up in that- ngh, pretty mind of yours, mama?â With absolutely no warning, the hand thatâd been drawing circles at your clit suddenly piiiiinches that nub.
Drags it all out until youâre just shrilly whining, âFuck, I think itâs coming-â And then comes out a garbled mess of moans and tears as youâre 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 youâve 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 Tojiâs shaft. His blushinâ hot tip reaches into your every corner, somehow bashing your g-spot exactly in time with your peaks.
âMmm, bless you, bunny.â Heâs replying, somewhat belatedly to your mess of noises. And even over the smacking of skin, you hear the exact moment that Tojiâs coming to the realization. âBless- blessing, ohâI think I have the perfect baby name, mm, bunnygirl.â
Blinking your teary eyes behind you, âAnd- and that is?â
âMegumi.â
You canât deny that the thought of an actual baby name sends shivers down your spine, and you donât need to think much of it before youâre looking over your shoulder and begging- âI-inside, Toji.â Sliding one of your hands down your front in emphasis, âCum inside me if you want that- ngh, thenâŚâ
âFucking hell-â
Itâs just then with a few vicious plunges that Tojiâs cumming, too.Â
Stripe after stripe of his aching hot seed, it empties out in multiple layers against the back of your pussy. And youâre not sure whether youâre seeing white because of the sheer ecstacy or the sheer volume of him.
Itâs so hot.
So wet.
Such sappy ribbons that lacquer a second gluey skin âround your channel, you can feel it splosh around you even with the tiniest movements. Thump-thump-thumped into your orifices inside by his cock.
Heâs 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. âFucking hell, youâre just begging to be fucked pregnant, arenât you?â Snarling, he drives his hips even faster. âFrom the very beginning- begging to let me fill this kitty? Begging to be all r-roooooound and glowing with my child-â
You grab at the mahogany wood in front of you and heâs dragging you back-
âBegging to not leave this damn office until youâre carrying my child, hm?â
âYes-â You gasp, âYes yes yes yesââ
âThen get pregnant.â Toji grunts out, holding onto you- he moves on from your ears to grab at your fluffy tail and draaaaag you back, âGet pregnant get pregnant- get- fuck, youâre not thinking about tapping out yet, are you?â
Lolling your head against the table, in a puddle of your own drool. âN-no?â
âGood. Because I need you to say one thing, bun-âÂ
âAnd what is-â
âKnot.â
âKn-nghâŚâ You canât even finish that damned syllableânot when Tojiâs then squeezing in the plump growth at his base like that. That firmness youâd been feeling pressed up against your cunt this entire time? That was none other than his knot.
Pushing and pushing.
Probing.
âCâmon- say it.â Toji reaches up a hand from your clit, lugging open your mouth. âBreathe in. breathe out. And saaaaaay it- knot.â Smushing your cheeks open, âOpen yer mouth up real wide like this- yeah, now open those legs up real wide, too.â
âItâs actually fitting in-â
âEasy there- eeeeeasy there, donât run.â
Sobbing out at the carnal stretch, âKnot- fuckââ Your eyes roll to the back of your head- you thought that Toji was big earlier, but youâd never felt anything like this. His rotund swelling, throbbing as he squeezes it inside of you with a wet plop! âYou just made me take your-â
âBetâcha never had something like this, hm? Now we know sâtaking, bun.â He hums, tapping at the completely stuffed orifice of your cunt, filled to the brim, stuffed to every inch. âAll safe nâ sound- butâŚâ
âBut?â Still trying to catch your breath.
âBut if it doesnât take right nowâŚheh, well-âÂ
And before you know it, Tojiâs reached over to gnaw his long canines down your scent glands. Heâs 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 heâd even finished his program, Tojiâs saturated air puffs out of his own scent glands- body still frenzied, almost as if he was looking to go into overdriveââ-I read somewhere that you bunnies can go at it two-hundred times a day.â
You really werenât making it out of this alive.
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Graduation Day of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM.
âItâs odd that madam bunny is late-â
âAnd on arguably the most important day of the program, too-â
âI hope sheâs alright.â 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 werenât, 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. âMaybeâŚmaybe we should just get on with it.â She says, much to the shock and disappointment of the class. A pondering silence falls over the beautiful day, âPerhaps sheâs running late and shall get here before the graduation ceremony is over-â
âMaybe we should have someone call her residence and find out whether somethingâs wrong?â Surprisingly, itâs Ijichi that pipes up.
âYeah, do that-â
âOh maybe we should at the reception-â
âOh, alright.â Utahime hums, âIâll go call her, Ijichi youâre in charge of the class until I-â
âIâm hereâ!â
Ah, there. Ijichi smiles to himself in satisfaction, so there was really no need to call you anymore.Â
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.
Ijichiâs eyes damn near bulge out of his skinâa certain wolf hybrid on a leash?
Yes, the next time youâre walking back to your program, itâs with Toji Fushiguro on a leash.
The whispers burst out instantly-
âOh my god- is thatâŚsomeone certainly graduated alright.â
âSo they have that kind of relationship? Look at the bite marks on her neck-â
âWait, why is seeing the big, bad wolf all tame like this kindaâŚâ
âSorry Iâm late.â Youâre announcing, slightly out-of-breath with the added weight of your new companion. Youâre 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 Tojiâs neck.
His lightly grunting underneath his breath when you tug, snarling through his oh-so-favorite muzzle. And even the restraint wasnât enough to stop some of the attendees from taking a step or two back, âA little someone was a bitâŚdistracted and didnât want to come to graduation- I convinced him, though. But I had to bring him in like this, ah- yâknow.â 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 throatâŚand they can already guess what type of distraction that had been.
Oblivious to the roar of whispers (almost) youâre looking from your stunned class to your stunned colleague, her lips parted. âSo it was a mating ritualâoh my god Shoko owes me two thousand yen.â Utahime reaches for her phone to call up Shoko this time, babbling something about coming down to the field right now.
âThatâs not what you should be asking.â Toji pipes up for the first time, making nearly everyone freeze in place at his rough baritone.Â
 In amusement, his tail swishes- his hand reaches up to your marked throat, your swollen scent glands (no longer covered), âEasy boy.â
âMâjust saying.â Before finally coming at rest in front of you, in front of just where heâd filled that pretty womb of yours last night. âThere are better questions to be asking now, heh.â
âL-like what?â Ijichi, bravely, is the only one to ask.
Oh, poor IjichiâŚ
âLike âboy or girl?ââ
A/N. Two Toji fics in a (not quite) row?! GAAAAAASP- also I wrote this between an 18-hour powercut erm.
Synopsis. Your milkshakes arenât bringing all the boys bulls to the yard? Youâve never been properly fĂşcked through your heats? Donât worry, thereâs a new bull hybrid on the farm - Toji Fushiguro. And he promises to milk you dry.
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!cow hybrid!reader, bull hybrid!Toji, farm AU, hybrids AU, farmer!Shiu cameo, RĂTS, feraI Toji, heâs kept away, face-sĂtting, oraI (fem rec.), spĂtting, fĂngering, manhandIing, overstĂm, heâs BIG, making it fit, p sIapping, p talking, mean Toji, tummy buIges, Toji with nĂppIe pĂercings, heat-inducing, first times (for you), vĂrginĂty Ioss, ROUGH s, tail-pulling, running from it, dĂşmbifĂcation, BRĂEDING, matĂng presses, Iactation, drinking it, creampĂes, cĂşmpIay, implied marathon, slight exhĂbitionĂsm, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 12.8k
A/N. ALRIGHT ALRIIIIIIIGHT- inspired by this tiktok by the gorgeous @/v4mpyrf4e (an absolute sweetheart, tysm for letting me write this) and to all the babygirls who summoned me there <33
âAnother bull hybrid?â Shiu growls into his phone, listening to the conversation crackling from the other end of the line. âA Japanese Shorthorn at that?â
Those things were hugeâŚ
With a hand on his hip, he casts a thoughtful look out into the horizon. The beaming, bustling, sun-baked farm; amongst the tufts of grass, Shiuâs hybrids grazed, occasionally flicking their ears in the direction of the conversation. All but one of them.Â
In the shade of the overlarge crimson barn, he could spot you dozing away in the shadeâone of his proudest purebred cows.Â
âNo- no, I hear you.â He listens to farmer Kusakabeâs begging, âItâs not a space issue, itâs justâŚâ Shiu hesitates, throwing yet another glance your way. Still dazed. Still exhausted. âItâs just that one of my cow hybrids- yes, her- fine, my favorite, just finished her heat. And I was worried that introducing a new bull wouldâŚâ
A few more pleas.Â
Until, ultimately, the farmer sighs.Â
âFineâŚsend this Toji over then.â
âOh, thank fuck! You have no idea how much I appreciate it, man.â Kusakabe bellows in celebration, and Shiuâs 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 doesnât 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.
Youâd wandered off from your cosy lilâ corner, and cuddled up to him leisurely.Â
âHey there, girlie.â Shiu whispers, reaching his fingers up to scratch behind your ecstatic ears. You werenât 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.Â
Shiu couldnât 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 youâd grown too attached to him, whether that was just the way you were - he didnât exactly mind.
He knew he shouldnât have favorites, and yetâŚhere you were.
âFeeling all better?â Heâs asking, and youâre nodding languidly. Still tired, then. This seasonâs 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 wouldnât even have been notable if youâd just let another bull hybrid mount you through them to ease the urges, perhaps even result in a cute lilâ calf for his farm- but that was exactly the problem.Â
You didnât.
Shiu couldnât even count on two hands how many times heâd tried to pair you off with one of his bulls - and each time had ended in a disaster. Either youâd barricaded yourself in another part of your barn room, or youâd 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 heâd gifted you, and his sullen bulls would be pouting nâ pushed off to one side. Useless, really.
No matter how needy you were, you just wouldnât take to them. And it wasnât that they were particularly weak, or unattractive - there was Ino who youâd just ended up chatting through your heat with, Kashimo and Ijichi who youâd both kicked out, Takaba who you didnât even look at, Naoya who youâŚ
Yeah, he didnât want to think about the beaten-up state youâd left Naoya in. It made him laugh.
He wondered who the problem was - those bulls that couldnât woo you properly, or you who couldnât be wooed.
He blamed the bulls.
And heâs patting the top of your head tenderly, carefully avoiding the slight protrusions of your horns that were oh-so-sensitive. Mutterly absent-mindedly, âItâs alright, itâs alright. Trust that weâll find you a proper mate next year, girlie.â
You can only nod unsurely, gesturing at his phone. âSomeoneâs talking, Shiu.â
âHuh? Oh someoneâs-â Oh, right, he was in the middle of his call still. Heâd almost forgotten. Shiu tunes into the latest of Kusakabeâs spiel, and it didnât seem like heâd missed out on anything too importantâ
â-had no idea what I was going to do for the few days Iâd be in Tokyo for the Hybrid Farms Convention, Iâll pick him up right on my way back from there.â
âMhm, sounds good.â He rattles off.
âYou can keep him anywhere you like, to be honest. He doesnât have any specific requirements, heâs just as sturdy as he is massive- hah! Though, I do give Toji a separate room of his own from the othersâŚjust in case.â
âMhmmm.â
âMy apprentices will be taking care of it while heâs gone, all ready for that big boy to be back.â
âMhmmm.â Shiu lightly furrows his browsâif he has apprentices, and he has other bulls heâs leaving behind, then why did he need to leave Toji in particular with Shiu again? Oh, whateverâŚ
âAnd you remember what I said earlier, right?â
Well, he wasnât really listening butâŚâMhm-â
âYou have to keep an eye on Toji while heâs in rut.â
âMh-â Shiuâs eyes bug out of his scalp, his knees grow a little weak, and he damn near drops his phone- oh, too late. Heâs already dropped his phone down into the green grass below, startling you in the process. âWhile heâs in what?â
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Name: Toji Fushiguro
Age: 30âs (approx.)
Hybrid type: Bos taurus
Height: 6â2+
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.
Shiuâs 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 isnât many times, but itâs strange that itâs happened twice) Shiuâs fingers drop whatever he was holding in shock. Diligently, youâre 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 doesnât just faint right then and there.
Ohâhe catches a glimpse of Kusakabeâs 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 (âfriendâ hah!) had handed to him, he was unmated?
Makes sense, Kusakabeâs 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.
âN-nothing-â The farmer places a hand on your head and pats, faintly. âNothing at all, donât you worry about a thing, girlie.â
Ah, wellâŚShiu thinks to himself, watching as the truck finally finishes reversing, and Kusakabe (that bastard!) slides out of the driverâs 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 Shiuâs tension increase twofold at what may be lurking behind those metal gates.
Ones that seem to burst open with a roaring screeeechâ
âOh, shit.â His mouth was desert-dry, his grip unyielding on you whoâd been angling your head to get a better look. âOh, shit.â
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.Â
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 âround his nostrils.
And you had to admit that you didnât expect him to be soâŚhandsome.
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.Â
Those smug verdant eyes that take one look your way - the way that Shiu had his possessive hold on you - and narrow.Â
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-
âAh ah-â Kusakabeâs the one to break through the charged tension on the farm with his command. He tugs on Tojiâs firm leash, though, as a farmer, Shiu thinks he could see the slight waver in his movements.
Tojiâs rumbling in refusal, tugging against the restraints. And Kusakabeâs nearly thrown off his feet- before heâs holding onto the side of the truck for balance, pulling the bull hybrid away from where his sights were set. âEasy, boy, easy.â Heâs looking at you two with an apologetic smile, âSorry, heâs just a bit excited with the ru-â
âAhem ahem ahem-â Shiu suddenly coughs, cutting off the other man. âBetter get him settled inside his enclosure, Kusakabe. Donât want any more trouble nowâŚâ
âAh- right, right.â
And with a slight swat at Tojiâs flank, heâs fighting against the hybrid to guide him towards that lilâ 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 heâs managed to get him inside.
Hands slightly shaking where Toji breathes hotly down his neck, black tail flicking in irritation.
âCalm down, calm down.â The farmer wasnât sure whether he was telling it to Toji or himself- finally finishing off with the locks and looking up at him. âNow- you be a good boy, alright. Donât give Shiu any trouble, donât fight too hard with the other bulls- no use in telling you not to fight, I know you wonât listen to that anyway, and no matter what-â
Toji raises an unimpressed brow as Kusakabe raises a directing finger.
â-no going overboard with your rut.â
âAnd what exactly does âoverboardâ mean?â Shiu wearily nears the special pen, arms carefully lifted off of you and wrapped around his own body in comfort.
Kusakabe beams, âNo idea! Weâve never had him near cows before!â
Shiu felt like hitting him.
âWell, she just got off her heat-â At the way that Tojiâs nostrils flare, his grin widens, Shiu almost regrets saying that with a gesture towards you. Oh? He blocks the bullâs greedy line of sight towards you, and grumbles. â-so no funny business.â
Toji scoffs.
âUse your words, Toji.â Kusakabe pleads, âNo need to be like that.â
And he takes a second to pause. To consider. To seemingly mull over his words before- âEat my ass-â
âToji-â
âThatâs it-â Shiu spits, not waiting for either man nor hybrid to finish before heâs 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).Â
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. âThatâs it- for the time that that bull is here, he wonât be seeing a single glimpse of you, thatâs for sure.â
âBut why?â 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. âWhy canât I-â
âBecause.â
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 heâd 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.
âAnd how long until youâre back again?â
âThree- ouch, three days. You have a good right hook, man.â
After all, it was exactly that - just a few days.
Whatâs 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 Shiuâs command couldnât hold you, and you staggered your way up to the barn doors whenever that damned farmer of yours wasnât around to see. Watching. Waiting.
Taking in the sight of him.
And it wasnât that Toji wasnât used to stares - he was a prized bull hybrid, larger than most. So it was quite the given that heâd gather stares from competition, from unmated cows, hell, even from farmers who would like their chance at raising human-hybrid offspring. And so it wasnât exactly newâŚ
But just this way you were looking at himâŚit 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 hereâ
Toji swears something in him had snapped the very split-second that heâd arrived here.
That heâd first locked eyes with you.
That heâd 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 heâd ever felt- fuck, not even his first rut had felt this strong. It wasnât that he was unmated. It wasnât 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.
Youâre sagging heavily against its wooden frame to take it in, sighing at the murky pheromones that seemed to cloud the entire farm-
âOi, girlie!âÂ
And through it all, that damned Shiu had made sure to cockblock him.
Even now, here came his annoying, grating tone. Heâd 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 wouldâve 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, youâd never seen a bull like himâand he was in rut? OhâŚ
Shiu barks out, âWhereâd you think you were going, huh? Yeah- thatâs right, inside.â And with you gone, Shiu would glare up at Toji. Toji wasnât shy to glare right back.
âProblem?â He smiles.
âYeah-â 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, â-that. Donât think youâre getting anywhere near her, got it?â
âNot at all.â
That night, Shiu had sent for a few more locks to be delivered from the hardware store downtown (he wasnât even sure that they did delivery, but heâd coax them into if it meant not taking his eyes off of you). Multiple. Heâd fixed them onto the gates of Tojiâs pen, âThis should keep you out.â Shiu had declared, jangling the metallic additions with one hand. âNot even the finest bulls in the world would be able to break through these. Hah! Take that.â
âFuck off.â
Heâd 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-
âHe really doesnât seem so bad, Shiu.â Youâd tried to whine to the farmer, when heâd 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 bullâs enclosure.
But Shiu had only waved off your pleading noises, âNow, donât give me that look. I heard the way he was ramming against those gates last night, I heard his bellows.â Needless to say, you had, tooâŚâAnd I just donât think itâs safe for you to be out when such a bull is in rut, girlie. Not unless you wanted to be mated- hah!â
WellâŚ
You pushed your quivering thighs together. Youâd 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 thatâŚyouâd actually reached for your heat toys about once or twice.
Youâd never felt this way about a bull before- hell, youâd never felt this way about anyone before.
And it was such a strange sensation to be glidinâ up the buzzinâ tip of your vibrator to your clit, massaging that sweet lilâ nub without the carnal pangs of your heat. Just the carnal pangs ofâŚpure need-
âBesides.â Shiuâs cutting through your lecherous memory, and you hope the evidence of your lewd acts donât show on your face. He gently pats at your head, the way heâs done so many times before. âYou donât need to be mounted by such a big, bad bull. My poor girl.â
âI donât?â You mutter to yourself.
And Shiu doesnât seem to catch on, âAfter all, itâs not like youâre in heat.â
NoâŚyou suppose not.
But you canât 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.
âFeeling alright, my girl?â Shiu looks on at the way you shiver, and whatever he sees there makes him lead you back to your place within the barn. âHm, maybe you should get some rest- itâs probably that bullâs pheromones messing you up.â
âM-messing me up?â Youâre asking, your entire body feeling set alight. Though, you didnât feel the slightest bit messed up.
âMhm- since youâre unmated, just coming off an unsuccessful heat. But itâs alright-â Shiu reassures, starting to shut your door, and thereâs a meaningful look in his eyes. âWe can try again next year, I have a few other bulls in mind that you might like to mate with. And he wonât be getting anywhere near you until then.â
âHe wonâtâŚâ
Shiu continues, âBesides, Kusakabe will be picking him up tomorrow, so you have absolutely nothing to worry about.â
You donât say anything, but you know that you arenât worried. Not even the slightest bit.
In factâŚyour body wished heâd 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, youâre 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.
.
.
.
The third (and final) day.
Or is itâŚ
âWhat?â 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 didnât 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 couldnât.
Right now, he was much more frazzled by the words that had the utter fuckinâ audacity to sheepishly leave Kusakabeâs mouth on the other end of the line. Almost in a trance, Shiu pinches the bridge of his nose and repeats. âSoâŚyouâre telling meâŚâ Each word tremored with the sheer effort that it took to keep the rage out of them, âThat you want meâŚto comeâŚâ
âAll the way to Tokyo to help me fix up my engine and save me from being stranded? Yes.â Kusakabeâs voice finishes off, âShiu, my oldest friend, my dearest pal, have I ever told you how much I love y-â
âAtsuya Kusakabe I will kill you.â
Toji snorts out in laughter, and Shiu is suddenly reminded that heâd been in the middle of fixing up just one more lock to the bullâs pen when heâd gotten the call. Gate held ajar for now. Padlocks unlocked as he fixed them on.Â
Glaring at the hybrid for the interruption, Shiuâs pinching the pen closed as he grumbles. âAnd you need me - you canât just go to one of the many, many, many mechanics in Tokyo - because why exactly?â
âAww, donât be like that, Shiu!â Kusakabe cries out, âDo you have any idea how expensive Tokyo is? I just bought a cute lilâ pastry before the convention, and it bankrupted me for generations!â
âAnd you donât have any other friends that are closer?â
âMan, if I had any other friends, period, do you think Iâd be calling you?â
Shiu supposed that was a fair enough statement. âBut- but I canât leaveâŚâ He clicks his tongue, âJust get a train then! Leave that pile of junk at some trash site where it belongs-â
âI mean, I couldâŚâ And though Kusakabeâs tone was one of curious innocence, heâd long since learned that nothing ever boded well for him when he used it. He waits with bated breath until the other man continues- â-but that just means Iâll have to leave my truck - including my cattle trailer, which I use to transport my cattle - here. And you know what else that means Iâll have to leave?â
Shiu shivers, âWh-what?â
âToj-â
âIâll be there right now.â
Kusakabe cackles, âTake your tiiime~!â And soon enough, the sharp tone of the call being ended reaches Shiuâs ears.
With one last semi-glare thrown in Tojiâs 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 couldnât have rushed out of here more determined.
More hasty.
More careless-
âWell, would ya look at that.â Tojiâs scarred lips twitch upwards into a grin. And heâs reaching one of his beefy arms out to lightly - just lightly - nudge at the wooden gate of his enclosure. Watching as it swings wiiiiiiide openâcreeeeak! Bearing the rest of the farm to him with welcome arms. âWhat a sweet little gift fâme.â
All those pesky padlocks and ties, carefully added over the last few days, were useless if some silly lilâ 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 fourthâ
And he knows exactly where heâs 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. Youâd heard Shiuâs truck take off, though it would be out-of-character for him to leave so suddenly. You werenât sure what to think, and you were just about to nod off whenâŚ
Creak-creak-creeeeeakâ!
The barn door opens.
Shiu? Fluttering open your eyes, youâre just about to raise your head and ask him what all the yelling and commotion was, when-
Oh.
Oh.
That wasnât the farmer at all.
Tojiâs 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 pheromonesââRoom for two, sweetcheeks?â
.
.
.
âIâm- hah, sensitive thereâŚâ Youâre 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 firstâŚ
Your watery eyes bulge as you take in the sheer length between Tojiâs 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 heâd 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 youâd do well to remember that bull hybrids in particular were known for having absolutely massive cocks-
âWhatâcha thinking about, sweet girl?â Toji hums, the point of that nickname proven when he takes a deep, heaving gasp of the pheromone-saturated air.Â
Before you can answer, one of his hands slither down to grip that heavy cock of his. Right âround 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, heâs smearinâ apart your maw and just glossing over it with his creamy pre. âYouâre not thinking of tapping out already, huh? Youâre notâŚscared are you?â
Thereâs a slight mocking hint in his tone, nevertheless youâre shaking your head fervently.Â
He snickers, âThatâs right. You donât care what that stupid farmer of yours has to say, hm?â And ohâToji has to stop himself from simply stuffing every inch inside your mouth already, instead wetting your lips enough so that he can sliiiiide in. âYouâre not really such a good lilâ hybrid like he says- huh?â
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 nâ wet on top of your tastebudsâyouâre drooling around his thick tip before you even know it.
âNo, because youâre a baaaaad girl, arenât ya?â Heâs tutting, swiping away the splatters of saliva that just kept on leaking from the edges of your mouth- and instead, heâs 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 heâs plunging his rude cock right back in between your lips. âBecause youâre- haaaaah, careful, careful, no teeth- because youâre my good girl, arenât ya?â Staring at you with half-lidded green eyes, âAllllll mine.â
âMmmpfââ Youâre muffling out around his raw girth, Toji was just so big that your maw was constantly open in this lecherous âohâ shape.
Gobbling his veiny inches up even deeper and deeper, youâre only growing wetter at the way that his bawling divot scrapes down the roof of your mouth. Swervinâ left and right, and reaching for that cute lilâ dangly thing at the back of your throat-
âEver taken a bullâs cock before?â
Choking at the lodgement in your throat, âN-noââ
âYeah? Thought so. Ever taken anyone before?â
Shaking your head.
âWell then, sheâs taking me so- hah, well.â Tojiâs 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 getâŚâHavenât you had breakfast today, sweetcheeks?â
With tearful eyes, youâre looking up at him in confusion. âMmmângh.â
âAh ah- flick your tongue at my tip if you wanna say ânoââoh, just like that.â And then his mean, scarred lips end up formulating a mocking pout. âSuch a cute tongue, canât believe sheâs gone hungry for so long- ngh.â
âI-â Tears stream down both your cheeks, and youâre panting out through each thrust of his achinâ cock. âFuck, Toji, youâre just so big-â
Other hand pushing on the back of your clammy head, deeper nâ deeper. His superhuman strength was just incredible- âAnd look, sheâs just become so greedy.â As if he wasnât the one tunneling every spot inside your mouth, spotting it with his pre. âDonât you know you donât have to take any more, sweet girl, donât you- ohââ Toji accurately hits the back of your throat, a direct thud! of his globular cockhead. He grins, watching you salivate around his cock- â-oh, fine, if you insistâŚâ
âYouâre- hck!â And the fact of the matter was that he hadnât even fully bottomed-out yet. Criss-crossing your eyes, you spot that you had even more inches to go- âYouâre so ngh-â
âAnd you want me to bruise the back of your- oh, throat, you say?â Tojiâs cutting you off with his mean grunts, smack after smack of his heavy balls.Â
They graze the front of your chin and make you feel such carnal pangs, your cunt grinding back against your heels. âI didnât even- oh.â But too late - his geysering divot was already bruising away back there.Â
Push after push.
Probe after probe.
Until Tojiâs shaft had stirred up every single hidden spot inside of you, and he was swelling up even more like he wanted more, more, moreâ
âToji-â Your nails claw down the pale expanse of Tojiâs thighs, just so plush rippling underneath your touch. âToji I want-â
âOhoooo?â His raven brows raise in amusement, a mean grin spreading across his face. âThe good girl is making demands now, hm?â As you whimper away, heâs thrashinâ at the back of your throat- again and again. âI guess I canât just keep listening to her, huh?â
Her? WhoâŚoh.Â
He was talking about your thoroughly damp pussy, with the sappiest noises leaving you each time youâre pushing back on your heels. Soaked with desire.
And Toji seems amused by your shocked reaction, âHow cuteâŚgo on then, sweetcheeks. Go on. Lemme know what that cute lilâ heart of yours desires.â
Youâre pulling back from his red, glisteninâ tip with a lecherous pwah! âI-I wantâŚâ Youâre sobbing, lashes fluttering in a way that makes- oh, you wonât be mad if he told you he was getting even harder now, would you? â-I want to feel you, Toji.â
To feel him?
To feel him?
His hazy peripherals snap down to see the way you were eyeing his long, long length. And then heâs realizing - oh, you wanted to feel him inside, did you?
InsideâŚfuck.
Your eyes damn near bulge out of your skull at the way that Tojiâs rock-hard length only seemed to grow evenâŚbigger 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, âWhat dirty, dirty words- and from such a good girl?â He scoffs.
And just as youâre about to explain yourself, youâre 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.Â
So wet and pretty.
Tojiâs mouth waters at the sight of your damp, glistening hole. And he canât help but immediately reach one hand over to thumb apart your puffy pussylips, pressinâ apart your folds and spitting straight into your hole.
âOr were they words from her, hm?â Tojiâs gruffly snickering, flopping that wide tongue of his out to catch your droplets of slick. âTalking out of that pussy, hah- youâre even dirtier than I thought, sweetcheeks.â
Your thighs ache as they hover, slightly chasing the warmth of his mouth. âMân-not dirty! I just wanted to feel youâŚâ Casting a longing look behind at his throbbing length-
âAs if. And you can have my cock-â You look up hopefully at his answer, how cuteâyou couldnât even properly fit his cock inside your mouth, and now you think you could fit him inside your cunt? â-but first Iâve gotta stretch this dirty girl ouuuuut.â
âBut, I can take- hngh!â
As if. Before you know it, Tojiâs slithering his long, looooong tastebuds inside your cunt with absolutely no warning, no hesitation.
Just the ridged texture of his muscle slithering inside, and youâre quivering at the sheer size of him. And he feels the tightness of your circular innards and grins- âWoahâŚâ Just a single taste of you, and his pheromones are blasting out in pure need. âDonât you know that you hafta stretch âer out first, hm? What- never done this before?â
Gingerly, you shake your head ânoâ.
âOh- reeeeeally.â Just pryinâ aside your folds, you were so fucking wet that that honeyed slick splashes down onto his face like a puddle. Toji rolls his eyes, âI wouldâve never thought.âÂ
You huff nâ puff atop him, âDonât- donât tease, Toji-â
âWhy, mânot teasing..â Heâs spitting on your cunt yet again, letting the dewy excess trickle back down into his throat. âI already know that this pretty pussy hasnât been satisfied like she deserves. I can fucking taste it-â Tunneling back in again. âCan hear it.â The most lecherous slurps echoing in your ears as he does, the bullâs ears flick your way to listen to it. âShe wants only me- heh, wants me to be her first, doesnât she?âÂ
Slurp-slurp-sluuuuurping as heâs rovering his tongue, somehow contracting it and extracting it in a way that massages your velvety walls.
Again and again.
âAll you hafta do is sit there- all pretty, and take it.â Toji croons, and something dark glints within that gaze of his as he catches your lost expression. âWhat? That dear farmer of yours never taught you how to take it like a good girl when yer being eaten out.â
âN-no-â
âThen let me teach youââ Oh, you knew he didnât bode well by the way that he said it. You knew it.Â
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. âAh ah-â As you buck, that hold he has on you grows numbing, and youâre sure heâs leaving nail marks there for weeks. âTojiâs first rule- donât run.â
âI wonâtââ Youâre 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.
Heâs straightly stuffing two of them inside your snug channel, the bulbous ends of Tojiâs digits digging into each of your hidden spots without even trying. Turning them over. Pushing into every nook nâ cranny nâ crevice over and over- âOh my god-â Bellowing out, your body starts to move back and forth against him - as if it didnât know whether you wanted to bounce down or run away- âToji, Iâve never felt something like this- ngh.â
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. âWhatâd I say about rule number- hah, one, hm? Silly girl.â
He was stopping you from running from it.
He was looping one of his thick, beefy biceps âround your waist, stopping you from moving away from his open-mouthed kisses. âGood.â Pulling you in so close that his golden nose ring presses frigidly against your clit and makes you flinch. âAtta girl- atta, sweet girl.â Toji smirks against your cunt, once you try squirming your hips and find that you canât move even a single inch. âNow squeeeeeze those pretty legs around, I donât care if I fucking suffocate, use me, sweetness- thatâs the second rule.â
âLike- like this?â You ask, your whiny pitch trembling just as much as your legs were by now. Feebly, they attempt to straddle Tojiâs head properly.Â
To which it almost looks as if the bull hybrid was about to laughââNo.â
Numerous more spanks of his fingertips on your cunt, and soon enough youâre finding yourself completely limb atop him. As he fingers you to tears, rotund fingertips scouring all the way to your cute cervix-
âI mean-â 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. â-like this.â
âI think mâd-doing it.â Youâre 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. Â
âThird rule, fuck back into me.â 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, âFuck her back into me- harder now, arenât you a cow hybrid? Buck.â
You could barely even believe your ears, âYouâre just so fucking mean- fuck!â
âYeah, yeah, just like that.â
And Tojiâs tongue? Oh, he wasnât just staying still - not at all.
Toji had his tongue wrapped âround your throbbing clit and spanking down with his tastebuds. âAnd the fourth and final rule-â He gurgles through the wettened wads you were seeping out, â-is to get ready.â
Youâre blinking your teary eyes back open, looking down at him in shock. âGet ready for what?â
It takes a few more probinâ thrusts before he can bear to pull away- and that, too, with the loudest smooch! The bull hybridâs pants come out in heaving gusts, scalding air making you quiver at the sensation.
âGet readyâŚâ 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 somethingâŚcrazed in the way he said it- â-because you think a bull hybrid in rut would really be this nice, sweetcheeks?â
Jaw dropping, âOh-â
âYou donât know how painful it was to hold myself back-â
And before you know it, your spineâs 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 pushingâ
Youâve become masterful at rule number three, it seems, as youâre pressing your thighs upon either side of Tojiâs face until he groans.Â
All of his appendages just reaching all the way for the very back of your cuntââOhhh, please-â Your head throws backwards as you feel him fuck you with his tongue like he was trying to ruin your inexperienced pussy. âP-please-â
âOh mâ having a pleasant time alright.â 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. âSâfuh-fucking sweet.â Stinging.
Plap! after plap! Youâre moaning as his mouth unhinges undeniably deeper to let even more of his tongueâs inches inside. Stretchinâ out your cute orifice, âGonna hafta stretch her at least twice- haaah- twice as fuck! much if you wanna fit my cock, sweet girl.â
âTwice as muchâŚâ Youâre repeating breathlessly, you couldnât even begin to imagine it. It already felt like Toji was pulling you to your very limits - so even moreâŚ
âRule number five- just made it up, heh.â 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 couldnât control himself from push-push-pushing.
Not even at a controlled cadence- Toji couldnât stop himself from squishing your sweetest spots at the very back of your cunt. In almost no time, heâs finding that cute lilâ heart-shaped g-spot of yours - and Tojiâs fingertips and tongue were fighting over which one gets to press on it the most.
Again and again until youâre in actual tears- âRule number five is- ngh, you have to take it.â Holding you to him, until your cunt folds were plastered against his puffy lips. âTake it all like my good girl if you wanna finally take my cock.â
âPlease-â Being pummelled away to the maximum, itâs all you can say like a constant mantra. âPlease please- ngh! Please-â
âThatâs all that dirty mouth can say now?â Toji tuts, âTch- what happened to wanting me inside? Wanting my cock? Wanting to be fucked like the slut you secretly are?â
Primal swabs, again and again.
Twofold.
After each word, Tojiâs tongue sizzles against your tender pussy - lips glued so deeply against your folds, that you can feel him lappinâ away every ounce of your slickness.
It drips slightly down his chin, and leaves your cunt slipping on top of Tojiâs handsome face. You grab onto his large horns with a yelp- âOh! Fuck, Toji- did I really say that?â
âOf course you did- hah, gallop, sweethearts.â 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 Tojiâs sculptured neck pop out.
Youâre unsteadily bucking against him on instinct, and that leaves the man groaning. âJust like that.â Swallowing up every inch of your outer cunt, youâre being pierced by the relentless ministrations of his tongue again and againââYou asked to be fucked like a slut- hngh, and thatâs exactly what mâgiving you. Arenât I just the beeest mating partner, sweetcheeks?â
âBut I didnât-â Youâre 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. â-I didnât say thatââ
âOh, didnât you?â Heâs hazily looking up from between your legs - there was something bleary in his eyes, something gone. âI think I remember-â
âWell I donât-â As youâre raising your voice, you canât believe it- Tojiâs powerful tail wraps around your thighs and drags you back down.
He rumbles, âRule number oneâŚâ In warning.
And itâs only with a few more thuds! that Tojiâs pretending to remember just what youâre whininâ away about, his dark brows shooting up to his bangs. And you can feel your treacly cunt quiver with the vibrations of his laughter, âBut ah- I remember now.â 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, âI believe you saidâŚâyou wanted to feel meâ.â
Mouth dropping in recognition, âOh- I did.â
âAnd what did you mean by that, hm?â Toji speaks through the ringing slurps, zap after zap of pleasure. âYouâre already feeling me here-â Pokinâ at your g-spot, âAnd here-â His tongue snakes out to suck on your clit once more.Â
âI just meant I wanted to feel you- hck!â
His sweaty brows furrow, âBut yer already feeling me-â
âNo- more like I wanted to feel your-â Youâve never spoken words like this before, not even in the throes of your worst heats. You glance back at his twitching erection, â-there.â
âMy where?â
âYour- your cock, Toji!â Youâre wailing out, your legs feeling numb at the way he strikes your sweetest bundle of nerves. âI wanna feel your thick, looooong cock- please.â
Oh, you really were such a dirty girl. Heâs gnawing down on that nub of your clit, âAnd where do you wanna feel my thick- looooong- cock, hm?â
Youâre stammering, mouth growing less in-your-control the longer heâs making a mess of your poor pussy. âInside-â
âInside where?â
âInside my cunt-â And youâre shocked you manage that out without stumbling over your words, gryatinâ back into his open maw with sly figure eights. But even that wasnât enoughâ
Toji rolls his eyes, such a mess. Such a shattered mess. Just pushing and tasting and lavishing his tongue all over- âSay it again-â When youâre repeating your sultry words, âMore- dirtier. Be good fâme, girl, say it again-â
âI want your cock inside my cunt, Toji.â Youâre whimpering out, youâre shaking. Feeling the inexperience bubble within each of your veins, because the hybrid was just having so much fun corrupting you. âI want it inside- want you to fuck me with that cock so badly-â
âAtta girl.â
Forcing you to say those lecherous words, forcing you to cumâ
âOh my god-â With your back arched, youâre throwing your body into the wave of pleasure that suddenly bursts inside your body. âC-cumming- Iâm cumming, Toji-â
âAnd itâs all because of me.â Heâs smugly saying, perfectly puncturing at your g-spot with his constant pushes.Â
Because of Tojiâs 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. âHeh- me.â With a wet chuckle, Tojiâs tongue was going to lick up every inch of your pussy like he was frenzied. Couldnât get enough. Lap after lap. âMe me me me-â He sucks on your clit, letting his canines nibble lightly on them, and it lets out the most lewd sluuuuurp. â-and look- sheâs thanking me.â
âFuck! Never felt something so good-â Whining out, youâre bouncing your back into each of his hits. â-might be the best orgasm Iâve ever had- hck!â
âSâa pleasure, sweet girl.â
By the time the best of your high bates, Toji still hasnât let up between those syrupy legs of yours. When heâs licked up every droplet of sap youâre letting out, heâs moving over to lick at the sheen of slick glued to your thighs.Â
Again and again.
Until youâre all the way overstimulated, and tears start to drip as if from a faucet. âI th-think mâdone, Toji.â As if he already didnât know - youâre pushing at his clammy head. âMy orgasmâs over, I wanna try taking your cock now-â
âAnd youâre sure?â
He wasnât 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, âY-yes.â
âOho?â Dark brows raising, he stops his ministrations and moves both hands to now grip at your waist. âWell, you did tell me to put my âthick, looooong cock inside of your cuntâ-â
âSo shut up and do it.â Huffing in embarrassment, you pound at his muscular chest - and he could barely even feel it, like kitten kisses on his bulky body. Itâs enough for Tojiâs cock to jolt with need, and for his attractive face to break out into a grin.
âAtta girl.â
And with that final compliment, Tojiâs making to grab onto your waist and lift you off of his faceâwith the loudest smooch! Itâs 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 youâre realizing that Toji Fushiguro suddenly stops. His nostrils suddenly flare. He suddenly stutters-
âO-oh, sweet girl. I donât think you even realize-â Toji gawks up at your cunt. And youâre feeling somewhat shy when he filthily leans his features in and takes a good, long sniff at your cunt. As youâre looking up at him in confusion, â-youâre in heat.â
âIn heat?â He sets you down near his rugged v-line, and youâre animalistically grinding your cunt down on his thickened length. You look up at him for answers, âWhat do you mean? Shiu said Iâve already finished my heat-â
âFuck what Shiu says, silly girl.â 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.Â
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 nâ your pussy mound with his sap, he grins. âI can smell it.â He parts his scarred lips, a thin line of saliva trickling down one side. âI can fucking- taste it-â
âOhââ Youâre gyratinâ 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. âI g-guess youâre right-â
âSugar, I am right.â
Before you know it, the worldâs a blur around you- and suddenly you find your back against the soft hay. Your head being cushioned by one of Tojiâs rugged palms, Tojiâs large body hovering over you. Pressing you down-
âAnd this pretty pussyâs tellinâ me that this is yer first heat with a bull, hm?â Sliding his thumb between your glossy crevice, he listens for the squelches. âAwww, how cuteâso mâyour first, sweet girl?â
âYes- yes.â And when he places his fleshy cock between your legs, at that sweet spot where you wanted him the most, you canât help but realize that oh- heâd been stretching you out for so long for a good reason.
Because Tojiâs hybrid cock looked absolutely ginormous between your legs, especially with the way heâd 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 nâ sliding between your pussylips.
Just kissing at your geysering orifice- âOh- fuck.â
âAnd you know having you on top would be the easiest for herâŚâ That said, heâs swatting his rough fingertips down on the nub of your clit. Heâs spitting. He growls, and itâs enough to send shivers down your spine- âBut mâstill gonna have her in a mating press.â Throwing your legs over his shoulders, folding you damn in half. âBecause you also forget one- fuck-â Just feeling you clench around nothing, enough to make him reach up and grab at a wooden beam. â-thing, sweetness.â
âAnd whatâs that, Toji?â
âIâm in-â Hard enough that the wooden beam breaksââ-rut.â
Fourth rule, remember?
Because you didnât think that heâd go this easy on you when heâs in fuckinâ rut, did you? You didnât think that he was going to fuck you nicely, did you? You didnât think that he wasnât going to act like a damn animal, did you?
In a sudden motion, Tojiâs plugging your hole up with his thick cockhead- and shoving it deep into your deepest insides. Long. Hard.
Youâre yelping, nails finding purchase on his deltoids and clawing on for dear life because- âA virgin, are ya?â He tuts, âDonât think mâgonna go easy on ya.â
âOh my goodness-â Thighs curling around his toned waist, hips attempting to buck away. âHoly fuck-â
âEasy, easy.â It was just so cute the way you were struggling - especially when you were talking so big about wanting him. âBreathe in, girl- there ya go.â Youâre following as he instructs, âBreathe in. Breathe out. Breathe inââ And suddenly thereâs a sodden spank at your pussy, â-you, too, pretty pussy.â
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, âFuck fuck fuck fuck- Iâve never felt like this. Youâre so big- hold on, Toji, youâre so-â
âHold on?âÂ
âWhat-â
âHold on?â
Heâs then spitting out into your open mouth, and slapping your pussy so hard that youâre seeing stars. Instantly, youâre set on edge by the way that his rugged cock suddenly slams- âYouâre telling me to h-hold on?â
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- âYou seriously want me toâŚâ Clawing down in front of your body, one of his rude hands press down on your stomach as heâs sinking iiiiiiin. It makes you feel every ridge nâ vein, every inch, every bit of his thick shaft intruding in. â-hold on?â
âItâs just- I just didnât think youâd be so big-â 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, youâre trying to arch your back nearly away fromâ
âOi- who said you could tap out?â Before you know it, Tojiâs 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 canât get away by the way heâs manhandling you back down into his hips, skidding straight across the barnyard floor. âTch- ya need ta be herded or what, silly girl?â Grazing his dark happy trail against your front, the curly tufts of it scratch your clit. âCome back tâme- rule number one, remember?â
âFuck-â Throwing your head back in tears, your legs were limp from the sheer pressure being put on your lower half. â-I can feel you reaching in so deep-â
âAnd you wanted me to hold on?â
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.Â
Palm pressing down on the cylindrical outline makinâ itself known on your tummy - just that big. Pelvis moving in a rapid, urgent half-thrusts-
Toji isnât even waiting for your cunt to take it all, his red cockhead probinâ 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, heâs letting go of your tail to smear apart your pussylips. âMâin fucking rut and you wanted me to hold on-â Heâs hissing, pushing your snug folds so far apart that you have no choice but to take his hammers. âBeen teasing me with that s-sweet scent ever since I fucking got here and you want me to hold on-â Pulling you to him. Dragging you to him.
Toji breaks every single second that heâs not fully sheathed inside of you, and heâs just pummeling his hips deeper- âHold on, hold on, hold on.â After each mention of his mantra, heâs rutting in. âYou want me to h-hold on and-â Harder. â-and you know what-â Deeper. â-I want to do, sweet girl?â
âWhat-â Youâre gasping out through your tears, sticking to both of your cheeks by now. âWhat do you want, Toji?â
âI want to- fuck! Well, first I want to fucking fit-â Heâs whispering underneath his breath, darkened eyes narrowed as he takes it in. âFit- fit- fit-â Before you know it, heâs spitting down once more on your cunt and shoving his cockhead inside. â-fucking fit-â
Blinking away the tears in your eyes, âAnd- hah, and what else did you want?â By the heightening of his pheromones, you already knew that it was something about to ruin you.
âI wantâŚâ He was teasing you now, just lightly grazinâ 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 heâd just gone feral- âI want to-â
âOh, fuck!â
With a final, lewd thrust- Toji Fushiguro bottoms out.
â-breed ya, sugar.â
And he meant it. The massive bull hybrid was drilling into you like a madman- his cattle nose ring clanging with each rut. âIâve been wanting to breed you since the moment I stepped foot here.â Toji growls, the red crown of his shaft directly heading towards your cervix now. Bruising. âI want to fuck- fuck you through every day of your heat- my rut.â And he was emptying out such long strings of precum into your womb, âTry to get you pregnant every single day of my rut.â
âYouâre going to get meâŚâ Your pupils are swirlinâ in comical circles within the whites of your eyes, and just the mere notion makes your tastebuds sizzle with saliva. You hadnât spent your heat properly with a bull- let alone found yourself mated by one.
Bred by one.
âFucking pregnant.â Toji finishes off with a snicker, pushing against that cute lilâ tummy bulge that he was pounding into you.Â
âOh, please-â Youâre throwing your head back with a mewl, âBut Iâve never been m-mated to anyone before. Are we sure itâs going to take, Toji-â
âIâll make it take.â
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, heâs pushing that very thumb between your own lips.
âShut it, silly girl. Ya really think that when I hah- when I fuck you like thisâin this mating press.â As if on cue, his manhandling strength seems to be folding you even deeper in half. âWith this pretty pussy-â Dragging out a few more slurps with his thrusts, â-and my rut- youâre not gonna be walking outta this barn stupidly pregnant?â
âI-I donât-â
âSilly, silly girl.â Itâs 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. âSilly lilâ hybrid thinks sheâs gonna make it outta here- hah, without bearing my calves.â
Youâre shivering, your body so limply fucked by this point- that Tojiâs tail has to wrap around one of your thighs. Holding you up. Interlocking your ankles around his neck with that silky tail- âWell, since mâinexperienced-â
âAnd mâgonna give you the experience of yer life- heh, I already am.âÂ
He was - he really was. Just making you see stars every time Tojiâs overlarge, plump cockhead dug into your g-spot. Somehow heâd managed to map the insides of your walls, and each thrust grazed his length against your sweet bundle of nerves.Â
Probing and probing a bruise exactly the size of his round circumference- âMâgonna corrupt you, sweet lilâ thing.â A sleazy smile spreads across Tojiâs handsome, perspired face. âMâgonna fill you up with so much of my cum that- hah, theyâre gonna be milkinâ it out of you for months afterwards, sweet girl.â
âFuck, Iâd like that-â
âOh yeah?â
âIâd like that s-shoooo much, Toji.âÂ
âBet youâd like it even more after I fill you up with my calves, hm?â He titters, pheromones slowly growing saturated enough to mingle with your own. âAfter I fuck this pretty pussy pregnant ânough 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-â
You squeal, âYes- yes yes yes yes-â
His tail tightens around your ankles, horns charging as if he was only growing more nâ more excited. Throbbing with more need. âAnd you better fuckinâ know that these are promises, sweetness. That no fucking farmer can ever break.â Toji stares you deep in your heart-shaped eyes as he says, âI will get you pregnant.â
âOh, Iâd fucking hope so.â You glide your hands down your front, âI wanna feel you right h-here, Toji.â Down where your womb was.
FuckâŚyou were dangerous for a bull in heat.
And his entire body feels feverish with need, the burning sensation of his rut overtaking Toji completely.Â
As his hips only grow sloppier, youâre grazing your sweaty palms further down his body. Starting from his shoulders, before ultimately you end up squeezing Tojiâs massive milky pecs.
Even for a bull, they were just so plush. And you canât help but twiddle your thumbs âround the golden rings that he had pierced through his pinkish nipples, lecherously.
He shivers at the sensitive sensation, âO-oh? Look at you.â Snapping his head down, you swear you could see a rouge flush take over his cheekbones. âYouâre corrupted already.â And both of Tojiâs own hands end up removing from your stomach and your pussy, ending up- oh, you couldâve already guessed.
Both of Tojiâs hands end up on your tits.
Squeezing.
Kneading.
Before you can say a word, heâs already growling out- âAnd as any momma would- weâre gonna hafta make sure youâre making enough milk, huh, sweetcheeks?â That last bit of his sentence ends up drowned between the valley of your chest.
Tojiâs gaping his maw wide open and sucking on your right tit, his left hand pinching the nipples of your left tit.
âI donât think anythingâs gonna come out just yet-â 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 outââI never did produceâŚmuchâŚmilkâŚâ
As soon as the words leave your mouth, youâre being proved wrong. Because with a gushing sensation, you can feel your hardened nipples stream out something straight into Tojiâs open mouth. âYou were saying?âÂ
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- âMmm, so much, sweet thingâfuck.â Heâs pinching at your left tit, too, a splashinâ puddle of milk that he immediately plops his mouth over to gulp up. âYa really are a sweet thing-â
âIâve never made this much even for the farmer-â Youâre gasping, and your milk cascades down Tojiâs chin like a waterfall. Constant. Sloppy âHow did you evenâŚâ
âBecause youâre in heat.â 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. âBecause mâin rut.â Tojiâs hips smack into yours so hard that you see white for a second, and his happy trail perfectly carnally itches at your clit. âAnd tonight- weâre gonna make a fucking baby, sweet mama.â
âO-ohââ With your voice cracking, youâre reaching your high. It comes instantaneously, and you arch into Tojiâs glissading muscles as you ride through it.
As youâre fucked through it.
âCumming again?â Tojiâs marvelling, his words thick - he had his mouth full, after all. Smelling the saccharine sweetness of your orgasm in your pheromones, heâs marking each peak of your high with a bang! of his reddened cockhead.Â
Slowly opening up your womb even more, your g-spot felt so red-hot and raw from the inside as he just kept on thumpinâ away there. Again and again and again. âOf 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-â
âAnd what about you?â 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 highââArenât you gonna?â
âGonna what?â
âFuckâŚâ
âRule number six-â Toji pipes up, a mean glint in his eyes. â-is to use those words like the big girl you are.â
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. âI want- hah!â You wince when his right hand slithers down to pinch your clit, â-you to cum- fuck.â You moan when his left keeps toyinâ with your nipples, streaming out dairy for Toji to swallow up. â-inside my cunt, Toji.â
And thereâhis eyes slightly widen in interest, âYou really said it.â A proud smile gracing his face, âYou really, reallyâŚoh.â
With a few more lewd thrusts, heâs emptying out his heavy balls.Â
They tighten as they spurt out the creamiest wads of cum waaaaaay back into your spongy womb, suckinâ 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.
âOh fuck-â Heâs clenching his canines, you swear heâs holding back tearsââAnd youâre gonna take it-â 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. â-take every single last drop-â
The hulking bull hybrid shakes as you clench your velvety walls. âOh, yes.â Youâre shivering once he smacks! your clit once more, swirlinâ those sultry webs of seed with his fingertips.
Tojiâs pushing them inwards, again and again. âAnd yer gonna keep it, arenât you?â Fucking you, again and again.Â
He hums, gluing the edges of his fingers inside your channel, so that not a single gumdrop can leak out of you. âSecond rule, sweetness, squeeze those pretty legs. Sâgonna tell that pussy to keep my cum inside- give me a lilâ calf, heh.â
âShit- keep talking and IâllâŚâ
Itâs too late for you. Youâre so far gone on his pummeling length that with a few more strokes, youâre reaching your high once more.
White-hot.
Toes curling.
Back arching.
You canât even control yourself, itâs the most powerfully sinful sensation youâve felt in your entire life. And this time, not only are you overspilling in Tojiâs glutinous white cum - youâre also spraying out your own slick. Translucent splashes of sweetness, so powerful that your entire body shakes.Â
Your high was being dragged out of you.
Squirting. You canât 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- âFuck- fuck, donât tell me youâre- oh. You are. Turns out I milked you dry, hm?â Something in him oh-so-triggered by the way you just kept on drippinâ from that pretty cunt, itâs as if the hybrid part of him knew that he had to do something to stop you from losing so much of it. âRule number four, my sweet mate.â
But no bracing in the world could prepare you for what you felt in that very moment - because suddenly youâre feeling a strength so incredible that itâs as if youâre being split apart. âYour- your knot?â
âDamn right.â
You just had to see this for yourself. Chin hitting your chest as you watch Toji push nâ push the incredibly swollen base of his cock inside you. It was so round nâ red, about four times his actual circumference.Â
It sinks in with a lecherous sluuuuuurpâand Toji empties out a few more streaks of cum just from the sheer sensation of having his sensitive hilt sheathed inside of you. Isnât that every bullâs dream? To have a mate as pretty as you, choking and overstimulated around his knot? Ready to take all of him until youâre pregnant-
âWeâre mates now.â Youâre still shivering from the shockwaves of your multiple highs, so overstimulated that you donât hear his murmurs. Sobbing, youâre tugging cutely at his nipple piercings to garner his attention. âWh-what was that, Toji?â
âI saidââ Roughly, he pulls off from your lactating tits. Your milk drivels down either side of his greedy maw, â-that you know a bullâs rut lasts days, right, sweetcheeks?â
âOh.â
âGuess we have a lot to learnâŚh-heh.â
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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 2010âs pop hit thatâd 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 canât help but almost feel grateful towards his friend.
After all, itâs 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. Heâs almost considering getting an apprentice or two so that heâd 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, yâknow?
Yeah, time for himself. Time to just wind back, enjoy the highway, just appreciate the beauty of the world, yâknow?
Halfway through a drive of peace and quiet, when he suddenly realizes-
And Shiuâs stepping so hard on the brakes that he wouldnât have been surprised if about five other cars smashed into him from behind right about now. And he wouldnât have noticed, eitherââI left the gate of the bull in rut fucking unlocked-â
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, heâd 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 (heâs sure he ran a few red lights).
And heâs 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 hadnât gone into the barn still - and yet, with one sweeping glance, Shiu canât really find any missing.
So he almost dares to breathe a sigh of relief- before his eyes catch the placement where Kusakabeâs bull had resided. Where Toji resided.
And Shiuâs heart drops at the same time as his jaw.
It was empty.
Quickly, heâs suspecting just why the cows and bulls outside werenât going inside the barn, and Shiu takes another look at his herdâfuck!! Fuck, fuck, fuck - there was one missing.
And he knew exactly who it was.
In urgent, jerky motions, Shiuâs 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 seeâoh, you on your hands and knees, with your pretty ass raised high in the air for Tojiâs cock to plough into, his powerful body. Youâre 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 âround his base hitting your pussylips with almost painful thwacks!Â
And by the ribbons of miry cum that clung onto both your lower halves, Shiu was safe to assume that this certainly wasnât the first roundâŚ
Shiuâs nostrils flare, and heâs realizing that this wasnât just the heady scent of Tojiâs 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-
BZZZZZZZZâ!
Thank god his phone was on silent mode- Shiu hastens to pick it up before either of you can hear. Though, he doesnât think heâs very successful with it.
Because just as Shiu places the crackling phone against his ear, whispering out a quiet- âH-hello?â He sees that Tojiâs smug, handsome head turns in the direction of the barn door. And heâs smirking straight at the other man as he claims every inch inside of you, Tojiâs honed tip pinpointing into every tiny nook and cranny.Â
And if that wasnât enough, heâs leaning down to grab onto your leaky tits- and squeeeeeze out a pure white stream of your milk. Much more than Shiuâs 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 wouldâve been impossible to get your attention anyways).
Only once heâs out of the headiness of the barn does Shiu finally manage to register the other manâs voice-
âHello? Helloooooo? Man, where are you now-â
âHey, Kusakabe.â Shiu speaks, still slightly dazed. Still slightly staring through the barn doors from afar - all because of a fucking gate. âTake the next train here from Tokyo- no, donât worry about your truck, you can pick it up later. No, you donât need the cattle trailer anymore.â
Kusakabe sputters, âHuh? But why?â At the other manâs silence, one could almost hear the moment that understanding sets in. âOh man- oh wait, donât tell me that Toji and that sweet cow hybrid of yours has-â
âYeah.â Shiu grits, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. âUnrelated, but would you happen to know any good names for calves?â
A/N. YOU ASK AND DADDY PROVIDES (not child support tho-) YES I SAW YâALL IN THE COMMENTS-
Synopsis. Five times Gojo Satoru - your self-proclaimed biggest fanboy, your #1 stan, your hottest - makes his delusions of you everyone elseâs problem (step on him), and the one time he proves that even the most delusional, dirtiest of fantasies really do come true (still, step on him).
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!idol!reader, fanboy!Gojo, 5 + 1 things, heâs down BAD, stan Twitter, social media, fandoms, headIines, parasociaIism, shenanigans, slight crackfic, YEARNING Gojo, pĂşssydrĂşnk Gojo, face-sĂtting, fĂngering, he goes feraI, spĂttĂng, P TALKING, manhandIing, first times (his), matĂng presses, heâs your fan with a big D, fitting it, rough s, chokĂng, cervĂx kĂssing, sensitive Gojo, slight switch dynamic, creampĂes, mentions of kids, overstĂm, happy ending, hard launching, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 13.9k
A/N. Babygirls would yâall believe that I was deep in the trenches of stan Twitter for fandoms Iâm not even in gathering research for this for weeksâŚ
Gojo Satoru is having the worst day of his entire life.
The worst day out of all the long, arduous, handsome (exceptionally handsome, heâd been voted âMost Likely to Grace a Vogue Coverâ three years in a row) eighteen years of his entire life.
For starters, their prank (plastering the hallway with the worst shots from Principal Yagaâs abstract dance lessons: Mean Girls-style) had been caught-in-the-act by none other than Yaga himself.
And Geto had somehow slipped away from Yagaâs rage (itâd been his idea- that bastardâŚ) And heâd just lost his spot as valedictorian to Shoko (she cheated, he just canât prove it.) And! On his way walking back home from detention, the convenience store was out of his favorite kikufuku mochi.
So all in all, for the worst day of his entire life, Gojo Satoru thinks he was handling it quite well-
He slams his hand down on the counter, âIâm going to kill mysel-â
And thatâs the first time he hears it.
Your voice.
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.Â
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.
âI-itâs the leading contestantâeek!â The cashier says, and cowers in fear once Gojoâs 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 perhapsâŚ
âWe go to the same school.â Ijichi sighs, when it becomes obvious that Gojo was furrowing his pale brows at the name tag. âIâm two years below you, but we had extended maths together. I sat next to you?â Again, that knit between the otherâs eyebrows only grows deeper. âAlso you plastered one of Yagaâs pictures on my backpack today.â He adjusts his glasses, âAnd my face.â
Recognition floods Gojoâs face, and he snaps his fingers. âAhhh, I remember you now- yeah, sorry about that.â
âI-itâs alright! It was an accident.â Ijichi pauses. âI think.â
âHehâŚâ Pointedly, the white-haired of the two doesnât answer that question. Instead, heâs 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, âAh- her. Do you watch idol competition shows often? I didnât expect that of you, Gojo-senpai.â
âExcuse me?â
âI-I mean-â Ijichi waves his hands fervently in front of him in explanation, âItâs just- those shows really do target a certain demographic and- I just didnât quite expect it with yourâŚoh, but it has been g-getting popular these days so I donât know what Iâm saying-â
âI donât.â Gojo admits, cutting through the otherâs blubbering. He crosses his arms in front of him and aims to look as dignified as possible as he admires the lilâ dance you were doing as you sang. âItâs justâŚâ
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 anywaysâ
Holding his head high. Index pointing straight at the blurry screen. Pixels which would not hide your beauty.
âWhoâs that?â
âTh-that?â Ijichi turns his head back towards the television, and his face breaks out into a dopey smile - Gojo doesnât 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-
Thatâs 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.
âStage name: Cupid.â Ijichi continues, watching you dance about the screen now, as well. âSheâs 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 sheâs been in the lead for weeks.â
âTalented.â Gojo grits out - one word. Perhaps the only word that wouldnât 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. âThough IâveâŚseen better.â Lies.
âShe has come a long way.â Ijichi hums, eyes closing as he savors the music. It was the last few chords, perfectly in harmony. âSheâs the fan-favorite to win the contract from executives, expected to debut sometime next year.â
âAh- another idol then.â His throat remains parched with his own lies, growing dryer by the seconds of your voice. Your dance. Your presence. âTalented, thoughâŚâ You finish off your final belt, and Gojo can only repeat, stupidly. Nonchalant, nonchalant. Câmon Satoru, you can do this.Â
Gojo shuffles, âSo uh- whatâs the show name?â
âIdol Academy.â The black-haired man answers, âNew episodes air every week at 9PM.â
Scratching behind his backânonchalant. âAh, Iâll let my sister know-â You fool! You donât even have a sister! And only too late does Gojo realize that Ijichi seems to realize this as well, âI mean- uh, ShokoâŚwho is like a sister to me. Iâll let her know- and maybe Iâll check it out, too- if I have the time. Probably wonât though.â Nonchalant! Nailed it!
Ijichi nods, and he looks away from your finished performance. âWell, if you want to vote for her for the upcoming finals then her number is #143.â
âAh, weâll seeâŚprobablyâŚwon-â Except, for idols, a finished performance isnât really a finished performance at all. Nonchalant! Nonchalant!
Because then thereâs the ending fairyâyou 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 embedsâŚdeep into his heart. âIâm going to marry her.â
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.
âGojo-senpaiâŚâ He starts, and this time itâs Gojo that cowers at the way his schoolmate was looking at him.
Before he knows it, thereâs the smack! of something being plastered on his face. Flat and glossy. Colors bursting even behind his scrunched-up eyelids.
AâŚposter.
âHer official poster.â Thereâs more than just a little amusement in Ijichiâs 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 Ijichiâs poster). â9PM on Channel 8, #143. Donât let her down.â
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 (Ň` ďž Â´)ĺ¸
@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 #1âCupid
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And he did.
From his phone, his laptop, his motherâs phone, his fatherâs phone- Getoâs phone, Shokoâs phone (where he found a copy of the last test paperâs marking schemeâhe knew that little con-woman cheated, he feared for her future patients). Until, ultimately, you did win the competition.Â
Just as heâd 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 âround with a hit single and an album that was climbing the charts, heâd just entered his first year in university. And by then, practically everyone in his life knew by now that he was a sort ofâŚstan. 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 hadnât 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 canât^^Â \(â Ďâ )/
Attached was a picture that heâd 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 wasnât sure), to the rare photocards that he was holding up for the camera. It was a shrine.
The repliesâŚnot so much.
@pinkillit: Lemme guessâŚCupid? Lol so real, I luv her too!
@thestrongestfanboy replying to @pinkillit: Well I love her more than u soâŚ(¬_¬;)
@pinkillit replying to @thestrongestfanboy: Damn
@gggggnarly: WOAH??
@hearts2hurts: I canât 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 donât need the huzz when I have my queen #thearrowhitme (â ââ˘âĎââ˘â â)
@Fushidaddy7 replying to @thestrongestfanboy: kinda wish I could hit you rn too #fakefan
@thestrongestfanboy replying to @Fushidaddy7: ??? Blocked.
@Fushidaddy8 replying to @thestrongestfanboy: ??Â
@thestrongestfanboy replying to @Fushidaddy8: Donât u think itâs 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 donât even have her rare âFirst Love, First Kissâ 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 wasnât 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) youâd entered the competition, the cardboard cut-outs, the plushies, the flags, the rare photocards. And yesâŚthe ultra-rare âFirst Love, First Kissâ photocard that heâd last heard went for a comfortable few hundred dollars on the market.
With you costumed like a sweet, sweet cupid.Â
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.Â
To him.
Gojoâs 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 Gojoâs headâ
@pinkillit: He kinda ate you up ngl.
Ignoring that, he responded to the aforementioned perpetrator.Â
@thestrongestfanboy replying to @Fushidaddy8: Well Iâm going to marry her!! Hope that helps!! âŽ(︜â˝ď¸ś)â
@Fushidaddy8 replying to @thestrongestfanboy: delulu really isnât the trululu kid
@thestrongestfanboy replying to @Fushidaddy8: That trendâs dead, unc.
Though he did slide into the other manâs 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 dayâŚsemantics, 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-
âOh, just my second button.â The very same one that heâd kept safely since their graduation from high school a few months ago - because, see, Gojo Satoru wasnât the type to fall in love.
He wasnât 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 isâŚ
Gojo beams, plastering on a few stamps on the cardboard box- much too big for but a single button. In it, he poured his feelingsâcorny, yes. But true. âIâm going to send it to my girl, Cupid-â
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 ââ(> _ <)
@Fushidaddy9 replying to @thestrongestfanboy: lmao loser.
Just a few months later, another one of your limited edition photocards was released: the âSaid Yes!!â 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, Whoâs The Biggest Fanboy of Them All? Cupidâs Fandom Compare Notes on Fanboy Shrines and 35 Other Delulu Stan Happenings This Week.
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Gojo Satoru had bought 67 albums.Â
67âŚheh.
Sixty-seven different copies of the very same albumâyours.
Sixty-seven different copies of the latest addition in your platinum-reaching, Grammy award-winning discography: the âObsessionâ album.
Of course, theyâre all yours. Because who else would have such banger songs that he wouldnât 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 Gojoâs sure heâd funded his local record store for a few months at least with how much heâd cashed out there.
Heâd been up bright nâ early on the day your album hit the stores - camping outside with a few avid others of your fandom (though, proudly, heâd been the first one there). Rushing with the rest to buy up your album, your merch, and with itâŚa chance to see you.
Every album bought was an entry into the raffle thatâd 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 Gojoâs eyes. Heâd dreamt about it, heâd manifested it, heâd tweeted about it so many times on his private account that everyone but Haibara had blocked him on.
@thestrongestfanboyPRIV: IâM 22 NOW SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME GET WHAT I WANT  (಼ďšŕ˛Ľ)
@thestrongestfanboyPRIV: LORD KNOWS IT WOULD BE THE FIRST TIME.
@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.Â
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+âs. An email from Geto with nothing but one of those old pictures from Yagaâs abstract dance classes attached. A few more A+âs. 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 doesnât think he was even breathing as he hurriedly scrolled back and clicked open the email from the record store. He reads the very first wordâ
âCongratulationsâŚâ
And thatâs all he needs to stand up and cheer-
âShhhhâ!â 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. âOh my godâŚâ He whispers to himself, knees bouncing underneath the mahogany table as heâs 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.Â
Gojo Satoru.
Censored, yes. But he could read it well enough - it was only confirmation of what he already knew through the email.Â
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 elseâŚ)- and just as he caught sight of that winnerâs email again, Gojo squealsâ
âOut of my library!â
Later, Gojo Satoru was added to the campus library Wall of Shame (and Nuisances).
But he didnât care.
Not one single bit.
@thestrongestfanboy: About to meet my future wife- how do I look? ( ̄â˝ďżŁ*)ă
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.
âBro, isnât the call for like two minutes?â 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.Â
Gojo whips around with a snarl, âNo, for your information itâs actually two and a half minutes.â
Geto squints, âRightâŚâ Before he raises his nose into the air and sniffsââAnd god- what is that awful fucking smell?â
âYou donât like it?â His best friend asks innocently, âItâs my cologne.â
âThereâs no way your cologne smells like that?â 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. âWellâŚI may have also added in a bit of your cologne, tooâŚâ
ââŚâ
âAnd Nanaminâs.â
ââŚâ
âAnd Shokoâs-â
âWhat the fuck, Satoru?â 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, câmon, if they were to be dumb fucks then they should be dumb fucks together).Â
But this was too far even for him.
And Geto only sighs before heâs reaching for his heavy headphones, placing the cushioned device on top of his head. âAfter this, weâre taking you out to touch grass, man.â He opens his phone to something and blocks out Gojoâs whining protests with it. âIâm serious.â
âAnd Iâm serious when I say you better not fuck this up for me, Suguru.â 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. âKeep yourself scarce when she calls me.â
âMhm, whatever you say.â
âBecause sheâs my future wife-â
âCrazy story, bro.â
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, Gojoâs 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, âHello?â
Fuck.
Fuck.
Gojoâs 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 - heâll be able to cringe at the way that his naturally deep voice broke- âH-he-â
Before your face pauses.
It freezes.
And suddenly the call ends.
waitâŚGojo taps on his Wi-FiâŚhe taps on his dataâŚhe 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 overââSuguru!â
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. âWhat?â
âDonât what me- donât- you- youââ So enraged that he couldnât 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.Â
Getoâs mouth drops, âAhâŚâ And he catches sight of the orange, blinking right on the router that told the both of them that the dayâs data has been finished. He looks at his phoneâŚwith the absolutely massive update that had just completed. âIn my defense, Love and Deepspace had an update-â
âSuguru, Iâm going to kill you.â
Ultimately, no amount of begging or crying to attempting to throttle Geto could reverse the fact that Gojo had won a fancallâŚand missed it.
All because of his Wi-Fi.
âThere there, man.â Geto pats his friend - draped across his bed with his face in his hands - on the back. âAt least the new event loaded- itâs an idol event, and Iâll let you play it with Sylus-â
Gojo only sobs louder.
âAnd then after that, weâll actually go touch grass. How about that?â
@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
@thestrongestfanboy replying to @Fushidaddy32: Blocked.
@Fushidaddy32 replying to @thestrongestfanboy: ??
@CupidOfficial: So glad to be able to talk with my lovely fans during the fancall event today!! Thank you to everyone that attended, and even those that didnât attend hehehâŚI see you, and I love you <33
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@Variety: This weekâs cover story:
Global Superstar Cupid: On Stardom, Surprises of Fame, and the Undying Support of her Fans (âThere was actually this funny story with a fan that frozeââ)
(see page 9âŚ)
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Gojo Satoru was on cloud nine.
Gojo Satoru was in heaven.
Gojo Satoru was going to meet his wife.
Everywhere he looked, he could see that beautiful face of yours.Â
From the floor-to-ceiling posters against the stark white walls, to the stalls upon stalls of merchandise that featured you, to the rows upon rows of people wearing t-shirts with your face on it. Posters. Plushies. Bow-and-arrow lights. Everything that his heart could ever yearn for.
And that included you.
And no- Gojo hadnât died and gone to heaven (evidenced by the way that no matter how many times he pinched himself, it still bruised). Donât be silly! He was simply at a place that was rather similar, he imagines.
A fanmeet.
Where the excitement was palpable, and everyone here had arrived with the same goal in mind - to spend just a few precious moments with you in person.
In person!
Geto was the one thatâd snagged him the ticket to this event, to make up for the rather tragic incident with the fan call two years ago. And so here he was, at your first-ever fanmeet in Tokyo. Gojo vibrated on the balls of his feet, and with his towering height he could make out just a few more meters until he managed to see you up-close.
He held one of his most prized possessions - your first poster from Idol Academy, the one that Ijichi had gifted him so many years ago - to his chest and sighed. In less than an hour, heâd have it signed. In less than an hour, heâd get to hold your hand.
In less than an hour, heâd get to see you.
There was a part of him that felt like it was tugging towards you already- and Gojo has to bounce himself slightly to find a way to channel the adrenaline.
Itâd been quite the arduous journey to get to here, and he didnât want to make a single mistake now - all the albums heâd bought, all the pictures from your latest fanmeets that heâd fawned over, all the stan Twitter fights.Â
Honestly, just today heâd gotten into it with some delusional loser online (@urmomstype) thatâd been spreading rumors about you beingâŚparticularly close with the famed actor you had in your newest music video. Gojo shudders as he thinks back to it:
@urmomstype: A thread of all the PROOFS that #Cupid is dating the hottest k-drama actor right nowâ
Inside was some amalgamated mess of pictures of âshared couples itemsâ (half the population owned that shit, câmon, that actor was far from special) and coded messages that apparently littered your social media. By the end of it, the user had been self-assured, a few other misogynistic antis were spouting hate, and Gojo was furious.
Heâd typed away so fast that his thumbs were nothing but a blur.
@thestrongestfanboy: U call this proof?? Holy fucking airball lmao ( ̄ă ̄)
@thestrongestfanboy: Bozo
@thestrongestfanboy: Ratio + L + my fav is better than ur fav
@thestrongestfanboy: She isnât dating anyone BOZO!! Even if she was (which she isnât) itâs none of ur business and ur a loser so go back to doing loser things. I bet ur an anti from that one other agencyâŚĺ¸(`âłÂ´ďź)
@Fushidaddy89 replying to @thestrongestfanboy: yk for once i agree with you
@urmomstype replying to @Fushidaddy89: Why are two uncs replying to meâŚarguing with a minor btw.
@thestrongestfanboy replying to @urmomstype: With this gift I summon-
It had lasted a few hours (and that was on the shorter end of the stick). Until, ultimately, Geto and Shoko had pulled his phone away from his face (he was defending your honor!) and reminded him that there were much more important things on the horizon.
Namely, youâŚ
Besides, he was glad to get away from the epic highs and lows of high school football stan Twitter. He was glad not to have to fight with what was likely some middle-aged, parasocial man there over you. He was glad not to get into futile shipping wars that-
âDo you think her actor boyfriend will be here?âÂ
An agitating, grating voice breaks through his thoughts (really, it was the squeaky voice of a child), and Gojoâs immediately whipping his head down, down, down behind him.
It was a buzzcut boy, wearing a t-shirt with your face and a pair of soft feathery wings that was sold as one of your exclusive merchandiseâand yetâŚthose angelic appendages still wasnât enough to hide the mischief in his face.
Gojo stares at him.
And he stares at Gojo.
âYou.â
âYou.â
As his blonde-haired guardian looks on in slight shock, Gojo stabs an index his way- âUser urmomstype?â
âUser thestrongestfanboy.â He then points at himself, âBut you can call me Todo Aoi.â And before the older man can begin to sputter again, he raises a small palm to silence him (and why was Gojo being silenced by what looked like an eight-year-old?) âI already know who you are, Gojo Satoru. Youâre infamous inside the fandom, yâknow?â
He gapes, âI am?â
âMhm.â
Before he starts twirling the curls of white at the base of his neck, Todo stares in bewilderment as the taller man starts squirming. âSo likeâŚdâyou think that means thereâs a chance sheâd notice me, too?â
ââŚâ
ââŚâ
âF-forget that-â
âYou really think you can pull fine shyt?â Todo squints up at Gojo, and then down at the sheer amount of merchandise he was draped in. âYouâre chopped with a negative aura that no amount of aura farming could possibly replenish, brother. Your eyes are built like a 24k labubu. If you were a meal, even Fanum wouldnât ask for tax. Even Iâd win a mid-off against you. I hate to break it to you but sheâs much better off with that actor-â
âDonât think that just because youâre speaking in brainrot terms I donât understand you- Iâm brainrotted, too.â Seething, âAnd theyâre not even dating-â
âMaybe, maybe not.âÂ
âDefinitely not!â
The little boy nods, sagely. âStill got the views for the music video, didnât I? And what did you do? Whine about how you werenât married to her yet?â
And to that he doesnât have much to say, âWellâŚâ
The blonde-haired woman thatâd been holding Todo back finally announces her presence, âHi there- apologies. My nameâs Yuki.â She reached out her hand, and they shook - with Gojo dazed by the absolute demolishment of his character. âIâve warned him about his ah- ragebaiting issueâŚitâs a work-in-progress.â
âI-I seeâŚâ Gojo breathes, looking back at the line - just a little longer and heâd be out of here. Just a little longer and heâd get to see youââOne question, Iâm not actually chopped, am I?â
As Todo whispers the definition to Yuki, she shakes her head happily. âOh, not at all! Youâre not exactly my type, but trust that youâre quite the handsome character.â
âHandsome enough to pull my wife?â At her visible confusion, he jerks his head where your figure was seated at a black-clothed table, signing posters and making conversation with your line of fans. Oh- how perfect you were.
âO-oh! Her?â A line of sweat beads at her temple, âWell, why not?â
Gojo - quite maturely - sticks his tongue out at Todo.
But the boy only replies, âYou look like you wear wigs.â
Gojo self-consciously runs a hand through his soft white hair, âI-I donât!â He did take particularly good care of his hair.
âDo you wear wigs?â
âNo, I do not-â
âHave you worn wigs?â
âNo, I have not-â
âWill you wear wigs?â
ââŚMaybe?!â
âWhen will you wear wigs-â
âPlease!â
âSir, weâre going to have to ask you to step out.â A gruff, masculine voice speaks out from beside him- and it didnât match Todoâs probing voice. Not at all. Gojo turns his surprised head around and finds himself face-to-face with a stony-faced man.Â
As tall as him. Even beefier. With shades that reflected his own widened blue eyes.
His jaw drops, âWh-whatâŚâ
The security guard gestures to Todo, and then towards the door with the âExitâ sign. âFor your disruption, weâre going to have to ask you to step out of the premises.â He cracks his knuckles, âOr you shall be escorted out.â
âNo-â Gojoâs gasping, looking around for an answer. âNo no no no- disruption? What disruption?â
âArguments with a child-â
âThat lilâ shit deserved itââ Gojo whines out, before realizing that that likely didnât help his case. âI-I mean-â Heâs gesturing to the boy that was clearly not disrupted in any sense of the word, â-look at him! Heâs completely fine! In fact, Iâm the one emotionally scarred.â
The other two also start to protest this course of action, and the security guard stays silent for a beat, and lets the counterargument sink inâŚ
Before he raises his walkie-talkie up to his mouth, âWeâre having some resistance here, I request back-up at the front of the line.â
âNo no no-â He was just a meter away - a meter. âNo, wait- please no.â And by now, the other fans were starting to point and stare at him now. At the way he was panicking. At the way he was trying to inch himself closer to the signing event. At the way he was so close to you- and yet, so far, with two burly security guards that clapped their hands down on his shoulders and dragged him away by his arms.
All the way to the exit.
As you stared.
âNOOOOOOOâ!â
@thestrongestfanboy: Iâm gonna be honest, kitten, daddyâs about to kill himself  ي(Ă Ă)Űś
@Fushidaddy103 replying to @thestrongestfanboy: i saw the video youre trending on tiktok lmaooooo
@urmomstype replying to @thestrongestfanboy: F in the chat
@pinkillit replying to @urmomstype: F
@hearts2hurts replying to @urmomstype: F
@utahimeslefttoe replying to @urmomstype: F
@lovelicky replying to @urmomstype: F
@CupidOfficial: Tokyo, oh Tokyo~
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TRENDING ON TIKTOK:
#Cupidfanmeet
#thatonecrazyguy
#thestrongestfanboy
#Cupiddatingrumors
#Cupidbemywife
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This was it.
This was Gojoâs last chance.
He hadnât won a fancall since that one time (no matter how many albums he bought, the universe just wasnât on his side), heâd been barred from your Tokyo fanmeet, heâd been known as that one delusional fanboy in your fandom.
Which was honestly fine. Gojo was fine.
He was completely and utterly fine-
âOHMYGODSUGURUIâMSOCLOSEITHINKICANSEEHERICANSEEHER-â Gojo yelled in Getoâs ear, over the roaring crowd that was most likely saying the same thing he was. He shook the man, and then proceeded to shake his other best friend standing right beside him. âYOUGUYSARETHEBESTANDILOVEYOUANDYOUâLLBETHEBESTMANANDBESTWOMANAND-â
âNot if I kill you right now.â Shoko mutters, punching Gojo right in the stomach so heâd shut up for the first time in the past few hours. She takes a puff of her cigarette, even though the stadium had a strict no smoking policy.
She needed it.
She deserved it.
Though, she supposed that there was no one to blame but herself.Â
It was obvious the toll that all the failed fancalls and fanmeets had taken on Gojo. And while she couldnât quite understand the sheer ahem- delusion that came with it, she knew that this was something important to him. And Geto did, too.
Which was why, with the power of social media, the duo had reached out to that âurmomstypeâ boy and his blonde-haired guardian. Apparently, even after Gojo had been escorted his merry way outside, the two had tried to overturn the decision, explaining that itâd all just been some silly banter and there really wasnât anything to remove him over. âHe might be chopped and unc, but heâs still a goat. Sorta.â The boy had said, whatever that meansâŚ
But, alas, the security guard had been stubborn.
And so, the four - Shoko, Geto, Yuki, and Todo (yes, even Todo) - had wanted to make it up to Gojo in a different way. Despite not being able to attend the fanmeet, you still had your upcoming concert in the famous Tokyo Dome.
Theyâd stayed up all night on the phone trying out every connection they had to somehow get a few extra tickets.
All night.
There had to be something, right?
Until - finally, finally - Yuki managed to get in contact with Gakuganji (yes, their olâ campus librarian), who managed to get in contact with Yaga (yes, their olâ high school principal), who managed to get in contact with one of his other friends that knew someone on your staff team. And through a rollercoaster of contacts, they somehow managed to snag a few seats.
Front row.
Gojo had burst into tears the moment he read that pink slip of paper with your name in bold, surrounded by hearts. Heâd crushed them all to him, so tight that Shoko wondered whether her bones might break, and whispered. âYou guys are definitely invited to my wedding.â
And if her heart melted just a little bit then, wellâŚshe didnât mention it.
Now, however, sheâd no sooner be invited to Gojo Satoruâs funeral than his alleged wedding. To their own fortune, Yuki and Todo had been assigned places a few seats down. A weary Geto on the other side of their white-haired friend reaches his hands out towards her. âCigarette, please.â
Shoko raises a brown brow, âYou donât even smoke?â
âIâm about to start.â
âYou guuuuysââ Gojo drags on, as the opening notes of your album start to ring out on the speakers. He shoots his hands out to grab Shoko- and when she ducks, he shoots his hands out to grab Geto- and when he groans, Gojo only sways them in the air. âItâs about to start- sheâs about to come on stage- oh my god, oh my god my wifeâs about to come on stage-â
âSheâll be your ex-wife if you donât calm the fuck down.â Geto canât help but laugh. Shoko looks on in confusion as he moves in synchronization with Gojo to the first few dance moves of your routine. Geto answers her unspoken question, âWhat? He played it all the time in our dorm, I could recite every lyric and move in my sleep by now.â
âM-me too.â And as your silhouette starts to become projected on the screen behind you, Gojoâs starting to tear up. Large, bulbous tears of emotion.
They were both dancing in unison now.Â
Crying (Gojo, at least).
Shoko shakes her head with a chuckle of her own. âIdiots.â
And then you saunter your way onto stage and Shoko (as well as everyone in a five-mile radius) feels their eardrums stop working.
@thestrongestfanboy: I wasnât just another screaming boyâŚI challenged her stare downâŚshe saw me. She pointedâtwice. And if u think Iâm done? Letâs see if the wolf can find his prey againâŚgood luckâŚ(^äşş<)ăâ
Attached was a video taken from the concert - more girlish screaming (Gojoâs) than music, to be quite honest.
@Fushidaddy114 replying to @thestrongestfanboy: cringe
@thestrongestfanboy replying to @Fushidaddy114: I donât see u at the concert. L |ĘâżĘ)âŻ
@Fushidaddy114 replying to @thestrongestfanboy: i dont see me trending on tiktok either
Gojo doesnât even have the time to block and report Fushidaddyâs 114th account, because heâs too busy shoving his phone into his pocket and joining the screams for your encore that night. The one where you pretend to walk off, then dramatically sigh as you prance back downâ
âAh~â Youâre voicing into the mic, looking at the sea of flash-lit faces around you. âAgain? You lot are reeeeeally ravenous tonight, arenât you?â
In unison, they roar. They agree.
With a faux huff, youâre placing your hand on your waist. Itâs a pose infamous amongst your fandom, and they already knew what was coming up next- âWhoâs got you so worked up, huh? Is itâŚme?â Roaring. Rumbling. Raging. You gasp, flattered. âItâs really me? Oh, now youâre just kiddingââ
A furious shake of heads.
âYouâre not? WellâŚâ You smile, and itâs the type of smile that makes a flurry of star-stuck cameras go off. Basking in it, you walk oh-so-closely to the edge of the stage, where hands reach out to merely be in your presence. âThatâs cute. But I still think I should arrest someone for being so naughty tonight, getting you all worked up.â
Crowds wave, volunteering themselves up to you.
You reach for your glittering belt and pull out the fluffy pink handcuffs that make them squeal, âAnd how abooooooutâŚâ
Scanning the stadium.
Looking around.
Your eyes pass over the roaring head untilâ
âAh! You there.â Youâre pointing, your eye catching on a fluffy head of white hair. A face so handsome. So eager. âHow about you? Would you like to be my arrestee tonightâ?â
His deep voice sounds out, âY-yes! Yes please-â
And as you near, the crowd grows even more restless. Like a tumultuous sea, the waves crash into each other, creating a rough tide that almost wanted to pull you in-
You blink.
And suddenly that white-haired man has disappeared.
But youâre by the edge of the stage by now, and you could feel the palms reaching for you as you try to discern just where he might be. âI uh-â You pause. Before the crowd surges forwards, and youâre thinking quickly to point out someone else. âPerhaps he isnât so eager to be thrown in the slammer tonight-â They laugh, â-so how about you? Brown-haired girl? Would you like to be arrested by me~?â
She nods, and you proceed with your lilâ skit to âarrestâ her for being much too naughty.
Teasing and twirling, before you stand up and get on with the rest of your concert-
âAnd nowâwhoâs ready for an encore~?â
You prance away, leaving a trail of glitter and song- and tears. Fuck, Gojo only claws himself up from the ground just as you finished your little arresting routine. The roll of the crowd had knocked him to the ground, and Shoko looks at her sad lilâ best friend.
She raises the handcuffs on her wrists, âHelp me get out of these and you can have them, Satoru-â
âNo, itâs okay, itâs okay.â Gojo straightens himself up, and Shokoâs shocked to find that he shakes his head in rejection.
âSatoru, are you okay?â Geto asks, warily.
âYeah-â He sighs. âYeah, Iâm okay.â Something hollow in his breath. Something hollow in his heart, as he watches you slip away.
One.
More.
Time.
Itâs alright.
Itâs alright.
@thestrongestfanboy: Siri play Chasing Pavements by Adele
@Fushidaddy117 replying to @thestrongestfanboy: cringe
@Fushidaddy117 replying to @thestrongestfanboy: but you good bro??
@thestrongestfanboy replying to @Fushidaddy117: No broÂ
@Fushidaddy117 replying to @thestrongestfanboy: i feel you bro
@CupidOfficial: White hair. White starsâŚ
That night, while Gojo had tossed and turned himself into a fitful sleep, his phone buzzed with yet another notification.Â
One that he had to blink his eyes at to make sure he wasnât dreaming, one that he had to pinch himself at to make sure he wasnât dreaming.
DIRECT MESSAGES for @thestrongestfanboy.
@CupidOfficial: Youâre the white-haired boy from tonight, arenât you?
@CupidOfficial: Sorry if this is forward of me, Iâve just seen you around quite a bitâŚon my timeline, at the fanmeetâŚ
@CupidOfficial: I just wanted to ask whether youâd want to model for the cover of my upcoming album?
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@pannchoa: Rumors swirl of Cupidâs upcoming album! Dispatch hints and industry whispers - read the full EXCLUSIVE from her producer right here.
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First thingâs first, you had Gojo Satoru sit on the couch of your penthouse accommodation. Talking through the details of your secretive upcoming album, and how the aesthetic you were going for fit his dazzling looks perfectly.
Second thingâs second, you had him seated on your king-sized bed. Still babbling about your album- at least, he was. Though the both of you knew that it was something else entirely on your minds.
Third thingâs third, he was sprawled out on said mattress. You straddlinâ his handsome face like a perch. His puffy, pinkish lips glued to your cuntâ
âMmpf- mmmmâŚâ Gojoâs groaning over the most lecherous squelches that youâve heard in your entire life. Theyâre echoing out like one of your sweetest songs, in sloppy staccato with the rovering movements of his tongue.
Gojo Satoru was eating you out like he was ravenous.
Famished.
Grabbing ahold of each side of your ass cheeks, heâs dragging you back down onto his gaping maw each nâ every time you flinched away with a whine, letting his tongue slash deeply into your drivelling orifice. âMmm- hck!â Gojoâs so sloshed on your syrupy pussy that heâs finding himself hiccuping, eyes rolling all the way to the back of his head once your sap trickles out with a splash! Straight into the back of his throat, âOhhhhh, my sweet girl-â
âNow now-â With a shiver, one of your hands slithers down to tug on Gojoâs clammy white locks. Almost as if to pull him away- but that only makes him nudge his lips closer to your hole with a keen. âMake sure you remember to- haaah, breathe, Gojo-â
âSa-Satoru-â He whispers this out directly against your quivering cunt, and the vibrations make your back arch perfectly. Looking up at you through his pale lashes, fluttering. âPlease call me, SatoruâŚâ
Just the tip of his tongue that reels back out to fuck back in-
â-maâam.â
âO-ohââ Youâre moaning out at the way that his thick muscle pierces you - not only was Gojo an avid talker, but he had the tongue to back that up, too. So strong. So lengthy. Heâs stirrinâ his tongue around and around in circular motions to graze those ridged tastebuds of his into each tiny nook nâ cranny.Â
Pulling onto his sweaty bangs and that only seems to make him go even harder- âSâthat what you want me to call you?â Youâre managing out, looking down at him- and that seems to make him jolt at the sheer intensity. âYou want me to call youâŚâ
You teasingly trail off, and Gojo only seems to buckâhis hips coming up to make your vast bed creek. Chin spankinâ against the edge of your cunt when he yearns even closer, âYes? Yes?âÂ
âOh? Was I supposed to- hck! finish something?â Pretending to not know exactly what he wanted, and it frankly made you even wetter to see the way that the tips of Gojoâs ears burn bright red at being caught.
âYou know what I want baby- you know-â Sputtering out scorching hot breaths against your hole, before you know it- Gojo has one of his hands looped âround your thigh. The flat of his right thumb rubbinâ up and down your clit, âYou kn-know what I want- and this pretty pussy does, too.â
Just the sultry sensation of him toying with your nub makes you gasp and buck. With your head thrown back, heâs taking every forceful bounce.
With such immense pleasure, Gojoâs letting his entire pretty face get ridden. The seeping hot core of your cunt plasters from the tip of his nose, down, down, down to grind your clit on the point of his chin. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.
Timing your gyrations just right, Gojo purses his lips and he spits- âSheâs just so wet, my light.â Creating a slippery puddle that lets him slither his tongue into you even faster, âSoooo fucking wet. Sooo fuh-fucking loud, might even be louder than you on stage- and sheâs honest, too.â
Youâre raising a brow in challenge, raising his blushing head from between your legs to simply ask. âAnd just wh-what is âsheâ honest about?â
Thereâs another dangling line of saliva spat on top of your pussylips, and the edge of Gojoâs thumb presses each wad inside. You shiver - and so does your core. âShe knows she loves meâshe knows she wants to call me âSatoruâ, doesnât she?â
Oh.
You simply shiver- you donât even have an answer, and Gojo doesnât expect you to have one. With sensual movements, the plush part of his lower lip drag-drag-draaaaags down the front of your cunt.
Heâs pulling his tongue back, just lightly tapping it on top of your shaky orificeââHeyâŚâ Youâre grumbling out, when his teasing motions are lingering for just too long. You tug on his hair, and that seems to make him groan in ecstacy - the happiness of being used. âDonât tell me youâre tapping out already?â
âWhy? Does she miss me?â Gojo prattles away - not to you, but to your dripping wet cunt. Almost as if to prove his point, just the spit-covered edge of his tastebuds slither close to your hole. And it makes you clenchâ
Around nothing, because Gojoâs pulling away in an instant.
He never imagined how fun it would be to tease you.
His pretty, swollen lips turning up into a dirty grin. âOhhh, donât you worry, my light.â And the crown of his thumb rolls over your clit a few more times, âI already know that she misses the feeling of my tongue fucking âer-â And just as you wanted (because he could never leaving you longing for too long) Gojoâs tongue starts moving in, sinking. âAlready know she wants to be f-filled up like no other could, already know every word to your songs- every lyric- every syllable. Already know youâre gonna feel my tongue between your legs- and youâre going to call meââ
You breathe, âYes?â
And heâs almost pleading. âYour good boy?â
âWellâŚâ You twist your fingers harshly into his silken white hair, and it makes Gojo moan. Slightly shoving him where you wanted him the most- â-then shut the fuck up nâ prove it to me, Satoru.â
And thatâs all he wanted.
Thatâs all he needed. For now.
Until youâre calling him your âgood boyâ exactly like that dark, carnal part of him wanted you toâGojoâs grunting at the shock of his first name leaving your pretty lips, in that sing-song voice of yours.Â
A sudden lurch that makes him shove his clammy head between your legs once more. Heâs glued to the sheeny inner parts of your thighs, roughly gluing his mouth over your glazed pussylips.
âOh- ohâŚâ Heavy pants leave your mouth, and your chest heaves each time Gojoâs probinâ not only his prolonged tongue inside you- but also his slender fingers. âYouâre really trying to prove it tâme-â
They were just so long. The curvaceous tips of his digits deliciously curving into your tenderest spots- he glides them perfectly along your walls. Fitting the ridges of his middle and ring fingers against your g-spot.Â
Thoroughly. You could feel the way that Gojo was grinning against your cunt folds as he feels your cute walls clamp down âround his touch- âI found that spot, my light. It feels sooooo gooood having my fingers all up in there, hm? Can you feel me right there-â
âY-yes-â Fuck, he was circlinâ the padded tips of his fingers and that made you fall upon the bed. You clap a hand down on that mahogany headboard of yours and use it to keep yourself moving- âFuck, it feels so good.â
âThen donât you think I deserve itâŚâ Heâs pouting, plush mouth now pulling back to clamp down your clit, too. And not only was he suckinâ on that nub, he was biting down, too. âMâyour number one fan.â
âMhmâfuh-fuck.â Your head falls back when heâs pressing his lips together and draaaaagging the fleshy top of your clit backwards. Just stretching. Just itching this carnal itch.
When youâre distracted by the white-hot pleasure that bursts behind your lids at the feeling, Gojoâs easily managing to sneak in yet another finger. A third one that pummels your bruising g-spot just as hard. âCan recite your every lyric. Every fanchant.â The hot crevice of his mouth moves rapidly against your core.
Furiously.
Heâs drawing out a saucy pattern with his tongue, one that youâre only later realizing are the strokes to spelling out your stage name.Â
C-U-P-I-D-C-U-P-I-D-C-U-P-I-D.
Gojoâs hot tastebuds salivate right down your front, pressing on your clit until you see sparks behind your eyes. âSee- see?â Thereâs an almost crazed look in Gojoâs peripherals, rolling until they were almost nothing but pure white as you clench down on him roughly - and you start to wonder just what you have released. âSee, mâyour biggest fan- hck! Mâyour good boy, and this pretty pussy knows it.â He almost sounds pathetic begging between your legs, drooling, drunken. âAnd- and thatâs not all-â
âSatoru, what do you mean thatâs notâŚâ Your sentence slowly dissolves in your throat, and with every push of his slimy tongue, youâre realizing just what heâs talking about.
Because instead of the curving âCâ that meant he was spelling out your stage name, Gojo was slashing something out. Long, hard lines that edged you closer towards your blissâ
I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U-I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U-I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U.
âMmm, you really are my biggest fuh-fan.â Youâre somehow managing out, and the only thing you can do right now is grab ahold of Gojoâs hair and let him lavish you with his mouth. âYou really love me, Toru?â And you feel him jolt at that cute nickname- âOr do you love my pussy?â
âBoth. Both.â Fingers spearheading you so fast at this point that the skin âround his mountainous knuckles turns red. Stinging red. Needy red. Just like the strawberry shade of his overworked lips-Â
Plap! after plap!Â
And youâre not sure if the sounds are from the way youâre riding his handsome face, or the impact of him banging his fingertips into your deepest insides. âBoth both both- fuck, I wanna have you drippinâ down my tongue for forever, my light. Could have you squeezinâ around me like this for ages, mmm, mâfucking obsessed.â
âA reference to my- haaah, to my album?â You question, and you were just so close. You were just so rapidly nudging yourself closer on top of him like this- âBut what if you canât breathe, Toru?â
âI donât need to-â To which Gojo only grips the side of your ass with his free hand, tugging you down. Jolting you atop him. Manhandling you down further. He scrapes his swabbing fingers even further down your walls, past the spot of your bundle of nerves. âI donât need to at all. Hah- I donât need to breathe if I can have you like th-thisâŚâ
Your mouth dries of a response, because just then, heâs changing up the pattern of his sizzlinâ tastebuds again.Â
Long, luscious strokes.
M-R-S-G-O-J-O-M-R-S-G-O-J-O-M-R-S-G-O-J-O.
Your eyes snap wide open, and youâre gasping at the realization of what exactly he was spelling out. âO-ohâŚâ Chin slathering with a waterfall of your spittle, youâre just holding onto him for dear life at his vulgar kisses. âSatoru, I think mâgonna c-cumââ
And youâve had voice training before, youâve been used to keeping your voice steady even in the most pressurized of environments- but just then, your tone cracks as you heave your sultry body forwards and cum.
Hot, glistening waves of bliss.
A heat that takes over your body, from your scalp to your toes.
Again and again.
Slight tears prick behind your eyelids as you let Gojo fuck you through your high with his tongue, âFuck- fuck, you made me cum-â Somehow pinpointing each peak of your orgasm to stick his fingers in for. Thud, thud, thud. â-and I didnât even expect it.â
âMmmmââ And you donât know who was more gone on the fact that you were cumming like this, you or him. Because Gojo was lappinâ away with his thick tongue, slurping. âTastes so sweet, my light. Sâlike sugar on my tongueâŚâ
âOh, you really are pussydrunk.â You whisper, and let his face move back and forth to elongate your euphoria. âKeep going, Toruâh-hah, keep going.â
âAnything for you, maâam.â
How he loved the way you soaked yourself just a lilâ wetter at the sound of him saying that particular title. How he loved the way youâd flinch and tremble on top of him when he licked you from the tip of your clit and down to the end of your cunt. How he loved the way your high bated to nothing but mere tingles, and you shivered sensitively when he still kept going.
âMy orgasmâs over now, Toruââ You hiccup, your tears starting to spill. âYou were such aâŚgood boy.â
And thatâs when Gojo jolts, his entire body running with a shockwave that made itself obvious even to you. Curiously, youâre peering behind him- before heâs drawing your attention back to the front with a few more plunging pushes of his tongue. âMmmm, mâyour good boy. Your good boy- your good boy.â
G-O-O-D-B-O-Y.
âMhmââ And when it became obvious that he wasnât going to wrench himself away anytime soon, youâre bawling. âFuck- fuck, Satoru mâso sensitive.â
âMâsorry, my light, I just canât seem to-â Somehow managing to pant through his thorough pushes, it was honestly a wonder that he could even find the time to breathe at this point- with the way he was glued to your puckered pussy. Mouthing out what felt like the most popular lyrics to your songs at this point- â-canât even seem to stop. Itâs like IâmâŚalmost like Iâm-â
You flinch when he spits once more, the wad oozing down your slit.
â-addicted.â
You take a goood, long look at Gojo: puffy eyes, bleary vision, his mouth all puffy and raw around your cunt. Nearly every inch of his face was covered in a sappy layer of your slick, and it dripped down to drench your pillow beneath. Like a puddle.Â
Your cup your hand down from his hair nâ to his cheek, and Gojo practically melts at the touch. You had the distinct thought that if he were a cat, heâd be purring. âBut Toru-â Jutting your bottom lip out for emphasis, âI want to give you the same, you know what I mean? Sâthat alright.â
âOh, sweetheart, you could step on me and Iâd thank you.â He says, before wrenching off of your swollen pussylips with a wettened plop!
A loud, dramatic mwah!
It makes your heart race, and something in Gojoâs tightened trousers twitch. Eagerly, youâre shuffling yourself off of him and sitting on one end of the bed.
Earlier, Gojo had simply ripped off your skirt and panties off- and his flooded mouth drops further with every item of clothing youâre taking off. Until you were completely exposed, and youâre directing him with a finger to do the very same.
âYes, maâam-â Thereâs absolutely no hesitation before his t-shirt (with, tastefully, your face on it as part of your merchandise) comes off. And youâre absolutely shocked- because Gojo wasnât the trim, lanky figure that youâd expected him to be.
Instead, he was built.
Well-chiselled pecs that made you ache to touch them, leading down with a deep valley to the muscles of his washboard abs. Almost like a ladder. They were decorated only with a few beauty spots, and a line of sparse white hair that led down, down, down.
Gojoâs beefy biceps flex as he then tugs down on the hemline of his pants and boxers, revealingâoh.
He flushes at the intensity of your stare, âWh-what?â Almost squirming, he just felt so shy by the way his idol was looking at him like you just wanted to tear him apart. Sensually. âIs something not-â
âYouâre just so big, Satoru.â You gasp, your eyes never straying from him.Â
Naturally, your hand reaches out to grab the ninth of his loooong inches, thick and hot in your hold. Glistening with need. His tight balls clenching. He was so hard that every pulsation was visible even from here.
A few veins decorated his shaft, and he was so reddened at the tip, nâ dripped down a stream of milky precum just at the feeling of your palm on him.
Slowly - ever-so-slowly - you start to lower your headâŚ
âOh.â Gojo pants out a scalding breath. âAnd that isâŚgood?â
âItâs perfect.â
Gojoâs watching you through partly-cracked eyelids, feeling so hypnotized by the sight of you below him. He raises himself slightly on his haunches with a hiss, the hot air from your mouth kissinâ his tipâit almost- it almost reminded him of the way youâd lean in so close with your microphone.
Lips so soft.
Tongue so talented.
Just gently pressingâ
And thatâs when Gojo chokes back a needy cry and cums- straight down the front of your pretty, pretty face. In a split-second, you have your tongue filthily dangling out to catch the wads of seed that he was pouring out.Â
Splat after splat that ended up emptying on your tastebuds.
Heâs bucking to let his shaft glissade just further down your tongue- and the mere plush feeling of him only makes his geysering divot spill out more generously.Â
âFuck-â Gojo scrunches his azure eyes, head fighting not to throw back and miss a second of the sinful sight below. âFuck fuck fuck fuck- I canât believe IâmâŚthis is all your fault, sweetheart, ngh.â And his abs flex as he starts up a lilâ half-rut to fuck himself through his wave of bliss.Â
âMmmââ Youâre savoring the salted caramel taste of him, something so sweet about him. Amused, you raise a brow. âI barely even put my mouth on you, and youâre cumming already?â
Heâs raising his hands to his blushing face, peeking out through his fingers. âActuallyâŚitâs the second time tonight mâcumming, my light.â As you raise your brows in slight surprise, and flick your eyes to the drenched mess of his boxers. âThe haaaahâthe first time was when you- you called me your âgood boyâ.â
âOh.â
Cumming just from eating you out? Now that really made your cunt throb with torturous need, and youâre sliding a hand between your legs to feel for the wetness there.
âWell, then-â A beautiful grin graces your face, and itâs enough to make Gojoâs swollen cock twitch. â-guess you have one more to make up tâme if youâre such a, mm, good boy, huh?â
âY-yes, maâam.â
Before you know it, youâre being splayed out with your back against the bed. The mattress slightly dips as Gojo hovers his muscular weight above you, and heâs gently pushinâ apart your legs, sweat beading on his forehead as he takes in your dripping wet core.
You swear you catch his mouth watering at the sight- âNo need to be nervous, Toru. Have you ever done this before?â
He shakes his head, âNo, it- it was actually my first time eating you out, too.â Peering up at you with teary eyes, âDid I do good?â
Did he do good?
If that was his first time, you didnât know what would happen with his second, his third, his tenth. And youâre snapping yourself forcefully out of that little reverie, âYes- fuck, yes you did so good. Was such a good boy for me.â He grunts, something ruined in it. âNow I need you to be a good boy fâme again, okay? Câmon- put my legs on your shoulderâyeeeees, just like that.â
His muscles shifted underneath your heels, he was just so hulking.
âNow bend, Toru-â
âBend?â
âBend.â
And Gojo wanted to prove himself to you, just like before. He wanted to do his very best for you, you, you and only you - even if that meantâŚmanhandling his one and only idol, just a little.
With a primal lurch, Gojo then has your knees pushed all the way up to your tits. âLike this?â Your body bent completely in half, like a lawn chair. âLike this?â And his hips slotting between your legs- in this mean mating press, Gojoâs furious cock stuffs juuuuuust inside- âLike- like-â
Before heâs slouching his head forwards and pushingâ
âFuck-â Gojoâs canines try to sink into his lower lip, before heâs realizing that that wonât hold back his gruff noises and heâs simply keening. Carnal. Baritone.Â
A thin line of drool starts to splash from the side of his maw, before his entire body bows inwards to yours. Like he was focusing each nâ every ounce of strength into pryinâ aside your swollen folds and squeeeeezing his round, girthy tip inside. âFuck fuck fuck fuck- fuck!â And then you clench and you can hear the exact moment that the sensation pangs through Gojoâs body, âI think mâgonna cum again- fuck, mâgonna cum again just from this.â
âIf you do then I want it allll inside-â You say, looking up into his attractive face - so unintentionally sexy. Gojo was flushing. Rabidly slobbering. His dick aching.
He was so hard that you could feel the prominent outline of each vein, scraping your insides as Gojo tries to push past the slight resistance of your entrance and buck and buck- âDonât- oh.â He could barely even echo out a coherent thought with your wet pussy wrapped âround him like this. âDonât- fuckinâ- talk like that- sâonly gonna make it, ngh, worse.â
âBut I thought you were my good boy?â
âFuh-fuck.â Gojo hollows out, with a clouded breath that made it seem as though every ounce of sanity was leaving his body along with it. And at that very second, you feel him spurt out just a single pearly white bead of cum.
It splats! down at the back of your pussy, and makes you shiver at the feeling. Meanwhile, Gojoâs forced to lurch up one of his fists and gnaw down on it to control himself. âFuck, you donât know what youâre doing tâme.â The blood vessels at his neck and temples pop as he somehow stops his dribbling cock from flooding your insides any further. âDidnât know how fuck- fucking mean ya are, my light.â
âWhat can I say?â You hum, your hamstrings all sore with the intrusion that was being lodged in your lower half. âYou were the criminal that got away- ngh, at my concert.â
âMhmâ?â Still rutting. Just animalistic half-ruts.
âAnd I want you to fuck me filthily, Toru.â
OhâŚat this confession of yours, he grows even bigger inside of your tight channel. The girth of Gojoâs cock swells up, and his sheer length pushes apart your walls, molding them to him-
âOh- oh myâŚâ There was still a light sheen of your slick on Gojoâs face that he hadnât been able to greedily lap away, and itâs then - mid-sentence - that you choose to lean yourself closer to him and get a taste.Â
To which Gojoâs hazed blue eyes snap open- and oh, the look in them makes your legs tighten. Makes them fail- heâs snapping them open in a singular fluid motion, uncaring of the way it exhausts your muscles. Uncaring of the snug stretch-stretch-streeeeetch of your cunt once heâs mazing himself inside. â-my light.â Gojo bites out, âIâll give you anything you needâŚâ
Just then, your ears ring with a sharp clap!
Youâre wondering whether itâs your ears.
Youâre wondering whether itâs your heartbeat.
Youâre left wondering no longer when you register itâs the slamming impact of Gojoâs toned v-line snapping against your lower half. Bottoming out in one motion, heâs deeply probinâ his rotund tip into the back of your treacly pussy.
Bottoming out? Already?Â
âAnd that includes fucking you like the slut you want to be fucked as.â
Oh.
Oh.Â
It seems that perhaps youâve broken him.
Because then Gojoâs pounding his rough, ravenous hips into you all the way until his white happy trail scrapes your clit, and the end of his shaft reaches for the back of your throat.Â
âWhat the fuckâŚâ He stops as he feels the tender end of your pussy - teary eyes widening. And the first thing out of his mouth is, âIs this real?â In utter, feral disbelief. âThereâs no way this isâŚâ Before Gojoâs pinching himself.
He bottoms out a few more times, and each time the look in his eyes grows more distant. Jaw dropping further and further with the pure ecstacy of having his painfully-hard erection surrounded by your soft warmth. âAre you- hck! are you holding up, Toru?â
âHolding up? Holding up?â He almost cackles- octaves higher, almost crazed. He turns to you, âPinch me.âÂ
âWhat-â
âPinch me.â
And so you do - right on the strawberry nubs of his nipples, where he was just so sensitive. Only when the painfully lewd sensation confirms itâs real does he start formulating his sloppy cadence, âFuck! It doesnât fucking feel r-real. It can feel like this, sweetheart?â He was rutting his hips impatiently into you like he was trying to fuck the answer out of you. Each nâ every loooong, winding vein glissading down your walls. âN-ngh, she feels like heaven âround my cock.â
âOh yeahâ?â Purposefully, you clench. âLike that, Satoru?â
He simply shivers, âY-yes.â You can feel him thumpinâ away at the goopy back of your pussy, with his circular divot creaming out in pre. âSheâs sucking up every inch of me- fuck, hugginâ me so tight. Bet she can feel my veins reeeeeal good, canât she?â A few slurps as he sloppy fucks his way in, which he takes as an answer. âMhm, she can.â
And you only clench harder-
âOh.â He whimpers, âHave mercy.â
âI dunnoâŚâ You drag out from the back of your throat, and you have to curl your toes to stop the pleasure from overflowing and interrupting your sentences. âYou didnât have mercy when you ate me out earlier, did you?â
Gojo gasps-
âAnd when you screamed at my concert, and when you disrupted my fanmeet.â Youâre quite enjoying watching him fall apart - head hung, hips stuttering as he struggles to hold himself back. You wonder just what might happen if you made this handsome virgin GojoâŚbreak. âSo why should I show you- ngh, mercy?â
âPlease- oh, what are youââ
Whatever Gojo was going to say is immediately derailed by the casual way youâre hiking up a hand to your stomach. Pressing dooooown just as his throbbing length was sinking in, âFilthier, Toru.â
And thatâs when something in your favorite fanboy - in Gojo Satoru - snaps.
Thatâs when your positions shift.
His sap dribbles down nâ overflows just like the way your steaming tastebuds do, and your teeth clench after every one of his thrusts. Harder. Faster. Just like youâd said, he was thwacking his aching hot cock into you so hard that the curve of his ballsack was swatting your cunt. Slowly, youâre growing more and more hypnotized by his roverinâ dick stuffing every ounce inside you full. âJust like that- hah-â Arms wobbling, you struggle to reach âround Gojoâs shoulders. âOh- just like that-â
âJust like that?â He asks, oh-so-kindly. And you almost feel a glimmer of hope for your poor body when Gojo gently tugs your arms around his shoulders. Letting you grab onto his deltoids-
âBut I donât think sâfilthy enough, my light.â
OhâŚso you were mistaken.
âFilthier, you said?â He repeats your words from earlier, fully channeling his energy to swabbinâ every point of your cunt. Gojo feels your legs slipping, and heâs reaching a hand behind his neck to pin your ankles together - locking them in place. âLook-â Other hand thumbing between your puffy pussylips, âLook, she wants it harder- faster, too. Sheâs practically flooding out and begging for it.â
âOh my god-â Your pillow is drenched in a layer of your spittle by now, and your back arches. âKeep- keep going.â
âKeep going? But I wanna go even filthier, sweetheart.â That familiar pout of his makes an appearance, though there was something much moreâŚsleazy about it this time.
Your nails dig into the plush mountains of his muscles, shifting underneath your touch each time heâs reeling his body back. Back, back, back. Gojo was putting his entire frame to work - not just his hips - each time heâs shovelling his cock into you.Â
And the extra pressure makes the rounded crown of his shaft embed deep into your cervix, leaving a bruise there that acts as the perfect target for the next slam. And the next. And the next. âPlease-â Youâre gasping out, sobs bubbling in your throat. âPlease please please- please, and how are you gonna be even filthier?â
âLike this.â Just to prove his point, his free hand tilts open your chin and spits straight in your mouth. And without wasting a second longer, Gojo spanks that very hand back down on your hips to keep you from running. âAaaandââ
Instead, heâs using his strength to pliably jerk you back down. Hissing between your parted lips, âLike this.â Heâs bubbling up even more saliva- this time, down your slippery slit. That hand of his on your hip reaches over, and with the forefront curve of his thumb, Gojoâs smearinâ the wad of saliva on top of your pussy. Pressing down on your clit- âBecause mâjust your pathetic fanboy, my light, listening to- ngh, every word you say. So when you say filthy, mâonly gonna go filthier.â
You almost donât want to dare to ask, âAnd h-how will you make thisâŚeven filthier?â
But you knew he wanted you to.
You knew he was just dying to fuck the words out of you.
Gojoâs plastering a sleazy smirk across his face, and it damn near looks downright blasphemous with the layer of syrup on his features. âI h-have an idea or twoâŚâ
Heâs not telling you what the idea is, heâs showing it to you - with his fingers twisting on top of your clit to spell out some of the very words heâd spelled out with his tongue earlier.
I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U-I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U-I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U.
Furiously, your body thrashes at the mercy of his clutches. Gojo was holding you down ruthlessly, a mean expression taking over his face when he finds out that he can simply pin you down and make that glistening hole of yours take it.
M-R-S-G-O-J-O-M-R-S-G-O-J-O-M-R-S-G-O-J-O.
All those zaps of pleasure that you loved so much, that you were moaning so much at. Youâre so cockdrunken by this point that spittle sloshes âround inside your mouth- and Gojo only leans over to lick off the drivels of it escaping your mouth.
<3
Just in time to crash his lips into your when you cum.
âC-cumming.â Youâre gasping out, almost in disbelief at the sheer strength of the orgasm that was flooding your entire body. Bucking back into his thrusts, âSo much- itâs- itâs so much, fuck.â
âYes-â Gojo growls, slightly breathless at the fact that this was youâand you were cumming âround his cock, suctioning every tender ridge on his shaft, fully fucking yourself through the complete waves of your high.
Bliss upon euphoria.
If you thought that your orgasm was incredible earlier, then you werenât ready for this one. It simply takes over every part of you, until it felt like your nerves were fried with the sensation.
He stops pinning you down any longer, letting you bounce your hips back into his to your heartâs content. âThatâs right, use me.â Gojoâs fingers are but a blur on your clit, âUse me to ride your high- fuck, use me as much as sh-she wants. Let me feel every inch of you squeezinâ around me-â
âI canât be the only one.â Despite the pangs of your bliss, you somehow manage to blink away your tears to gaze up at him. With a hand fisted in Gojoâs perspired hair, youâre pulling him in reeeeal close, âWant you to cum insi- oh, fuck.â
You donât even have to finish your sentence.
You donât even have to finish your thought.
Because the moment that Gojo realizes what youâre trying to say to him, the bawling divot at the end of his shaft pours out white-hot cum. Heard throwing back. Chiselled body bowing into yours. Voice straining with a call of your name.Â
Itâs just the creamiest texture, it polishes a layer of white on your cervix and along your walls until the syrup froths outside.
Gasping, Gojo brushes his thumb between your folds and plugs up your leaking hole. Overspilling. So many webbed layers were seeping out of you, and he was taking the time to push every ounce of it back inside- âFuck.â He whispers, thickly. âFucking hell.â
âSâall inside, Satoru.â You mewl, gliding your hand up and down your front. âI can feel it splashinâ around inside-â
âDonât say that- donât- fucking say that-â He just barely chokes out- before one of Gojoâs hands lets go of your ankles to actually squeeze that pretty neck of yours, so perfect in his grip. âDonât say that or mâgonnaâŚâ
âOr what?â
âOr mâgonna cum again-â
âCan feel it alllllll up inside.â You continue, despite the lecherous tightening at your throat. And Gojo has to listen on in pure agony as that voice he loves so much continues onââHonestly- at this rate, you might just get me- ngh, pregnant, Toru.â
And that does it- heâs splurging out his dewy wet wads all over again. It seeps a layer of white into your glossy insides, making every thrust of his slippery.
With a slight whimper, he doesnât waste time fucking those droplets of cum inside even if it aches him with sensitivity. The reddened tip of his cock twitches, and Gojoâs balls nuzzle the forefront of your cunt, already sucked dry with nothing more to give-
âYou kn-know-â When Gojo speaks, it almost sounds like heâs crying- oh. Something hot and wet drips from his eyes, he actually was crying in overstimulation.
The texture of your cunt leaving him red nâ raw, but even then heâs way too addicted to try and bring himself to stop. Moaning, â-I did say something about you st-stepping on me, my light.â
Your brows raise.
Oh, this is going to be fun.
.
.
.
Itâs almost a year later when Gojo posts:
@thestrongestfanboy: Siri play I Just Had Sex by The Lonely Island.
@Fushidaddy1008 replying to @thestrongestfanboy: lmfao as if anyone would bang you
@thestrongestfanboy replying to @Fushidaddy1008: Ahhh, my wife would bang me~! ďźź(â§â˝âŚ)ďź Also blocked (*â§ĎâŚ*)
@Fushidaddy1009 replying to @thestrongestfanboy: wife?? lmfao i thought Cupid was your wife?? youre saying you banged Cupid??
@thestrongestfanboy replying to @Fushidaddy1009: Exactly~! Blocked (ďžâăŽâ)ďž*:シďžâ§
@thestrongestfanboy: I would let her step on me (and HAVEEEEE) <( ̄︜ ̄)>
@thestrongestfanboy: Does anyone have that meme of the guy shooting a basketball from the moon and actually making the basket???
@thestrongestfanboy: IâM IN LOVE.
@DigiGeto replying to @thestrongestfanboy: Bro do you gen need your meds orâŚ
@Shokomedical replying to @DigiGeto: Iâve prescribed all he needs, idk how but itâs gotten worse since that concert last year.
@HiByeRawr replying to @thestrongestfanboy: Happy for you Gojo-senpai ^.^
@thestrongestfanboy: MY BEAUTIFUL WIIIIIIFE~! ŮŠ(âĄÎľâĄ)Űś
And then came the disaster, perhaps. Because heâd meant to attach a completely innocent picture of you from your last show, heâd meant to post something that would have been inconspicuous with everything else that your fansites were posting.
But this is Gojo - and thatâs obviously not what happened.
Attached to that aforementioned tweet was a picture of none other than Gojo Satou and you. Not from a concert. Not from afar. In the flesh, in nothing but a soft blanket covering your most intimate parts, clearly bitten all over and sex-hazed.
You were raising a digital camera up, your smile peaking through its edge as if you were taking a picture of a picture. And Gojo himself was in the corner - bitten, marked, a dopey smile and just as ruined, as sex-rumpled as you were, shirtless.
The first night.
How damning.
In the split-second that the photo had been up, it spread across stan Twitter like wildfire. And all of Gojoâs subsequent tweets had upwards of 1M+ views just because of it.
@thestrongestfanboy: WAIT
@thestrongestfanboy: WAIT DIVA DOWN DIVA DOWN
@thestrongestfanboy: I DIDNâT MEAN TO POST THAT PLEASE FORGET ABOUT IT.
@pinkillit replying to @thestrongestfanboy: Bro actuallyâŚ.did it? The fanboy actually did what every delulu stan hopes to do??
@gggggnarly replying to @thestrongestfanboy: YOU HOOKED UP WITH QUEEN CUPID?!
@hearts2hurts replying to @thestrongestfanboy: I fear I, again, canât send hate because this is impressive ngl.
@utahimeslefttoe replying to @thestrongestfanboy: i know this is a marketing stunt i just cant prove it (uta give me a chance pls)
@lovelicky replying to @thestrongestfanboy: PARASOCIALISM WORKED??
@yuuthebaddie replying to @thestrongestfanboy: YOU GOT THE HUZZ??
@thestrongestfanboy replying to @yuuthebaddie: I GOT THE HUZZ!! (âಥĎಥâ)
@thestrongestfanboy replying to @thestrongestfanboy: WAIT DELETE-
@DigiGeto replying to @thestrongestfanboy: Satoru what the fuck
@Shokomedical replying to @thestrongestfanboy: SATORU WHAT THE FUCK
@HiByeRawr replying to @thestrongestfanboy: I always knew the day would come!! Congratulations, Gojo-senpai ^.^
@urmomstype replying to @thestrongestfanboy: What did I miss?? Do I need to make a new thread??
@Fushidaddy2067 replying to @thestrongestfanboy: thats it siri play chasing pavements.
And thatâs when it spreads outside of your fandom, first to the celebrity news outlets, and then everyone else. Soon enough, BuzzFeed, TMZ, Pannchoa were all tripping over themselves to be the first to report and interview on the subject. Personally, you knew that Dispatch was foaming at the mouth to drop the annual bombshell with all the sordid details.
TRENDING ON TWITTER:
#CUPIDPICTURE
#CUPIDDATING
#THESTRONGESTFANBOY
#DELULUISTHETRULULU
#HEGOTTHEHUZZ??
#LFORFUSHIDADDY
@CupidManagement: As a company, we do not interfere in the private lives of our artists and we kindly ask everyone to stop spreading any malicious rumors. We wish all the best to Cupid, and her relationship going forward.
And you?
@CupidOfficial: Ahhh might be as great a time as ever to announce that my new album, Stargirl, will be out on all platforms November 28th!! Hereâs the cover art, hope you love it (and a special thank you to the special boy that made it happen) <33
On the cover, a picture of Gojo.
Not as youâd seen him in the bedroom, of course. Itâd been exciting work to get to the studio, to don him in the most ethereal flowy whites, to place him in the midst of a blank background and stud his hair with roses, to bathe him in a dreamy light. It was almost hazy. In the picture, his face was turned away but he was staring into the camera- andâŚperhaps past it.
Right where youâd been, directing him.
With such a loving glimmering in his eyes that it made one almost shy to directly at it.
Your vision had some to life.
It quickly racks up a comfortable million plus views on Twitter, and you quietly shut off your phone as the notifications keep beeping. Instead, snuggling up to Gojo right back in your penthouse, right beside you (not before you give him a lecture on double-checking the pictures he posts, of course.)
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Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
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⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Wolf
âSo now I have to warn you-â Youâre turning your head towards the primly-dressed lady that was leading you through the maze of corridors.
Sheâd been the first to meet with you after weeks of interviews and medical exams and waiting around the telephone ever since youâd enteredâŚthe program. Your match-maker, almost. With an appointment finally set up, you made your way through the official-looking building.
Listening to her intently as she debriefed you on the hybrid youâd been set up with. â-the hybrid we have paired you with, according to your sheet and your scent vials, is a wolf hybrid.â She looks at you closely, âAn alpha wolf hybrid.â
Your heart races, âOh.â
âAnd as you may know, alpha wolves are quite known for theirâŚintenseâŚruts.â The two of you stopped before a tall door, it almost looked like a hotel entrance. âBut the thing is- with this speciman, Toji, youâre the first one heâs ever accepted during his rut.â
âOh.â
She rattles off something about how your scent was the only one heâs ever reacted to, how ever since then heâd been dying to meet you. Thrown into the throes of his rut all over again, practically. Clawing at the walls. Restless.
And before you know it, the door is opening and youâre being ushered inside. Left alone. With him.
Tojiâs feverish body is on you immediately.
Heâs gasping you in. Gnawing on your neck. Pressing his hips against yours like he was trying to meld your two bodies togetherâ
âOh, pretty dollâŚâ The straight line of his nose drag-drag-draaaags down the side of your scent glands, huffinâ in your sweetened scent. âPretty, pretty doll.â Breath hitching, Toji pins you harder against the wall and you feel something so long and rock-fucking-hard crush up against your front. âDo you have any fucking idea how long Iâve been waitinâ for ya? I could smell you the second you stepped in the building- fuck, damn near broke down these walls to find ya myself.â
âO-oh.â Your eyes almost bulge out of your skull as you get an impression of his sheer size. Tall. Hulking. He really was a wolf hybrid through and through, tail swishing impatiently behind him. âYouâre soâŚbig.â
So swollen with need that the mere feeling of your warm body made him twitch.
And the thing is- he could smell your cute cunt getting wetter. Guttural voice whispering against your ear, âAnd youâre not walking outta here until you take every single inch.â
In just a few split-seconds, youâre on the bed by the corner of the room. Youâre on all fours. Youâre being pushed down by one of his clawed hands knobbled on top of your scalp, manhandling you.
His giddy weight hovers over you, rasping to himself. âWonât be- hah, walking outta here at all, actually.â His abs plaster against your back as he leans over to kiss down the line of your spine. âGonna- fuck, make you forget how to walk.â Smooch after sultry smooch. Open-mouthed. âGonna hafta fuckinâ carry you outta here- oh, mâgonna ruin you, mama.â
Youâre squealing at the top of your lungs when his fingers slither down to tear off your sticky panties. Weavinâ the fabric between his digits, he brings it up to his flared nostrils and sniffs.
A great, big whiff that makes Tojiâs scarred mouth drop into a soft âoh.â
âF-fuck-â Heâs wrenching out a primal grunt, just catching sight of your glistening hole. âOh my-â
Cutting himself off by spitting down onto your wettened pussy, the line of saliva smacks against your slit and drips down in a puddle.Â
And he wasnât just spitting from behind - Toji was drooling. A thin line of it trickling down the side of his curved lips as he immediately spreads your sheeny thighs, immediately ruts against the folds of your cunt.Â
Immediately let his thick, globular tip start swipinâ his way inside your pussy.
âOh-oh my godâŚâ Tojiâs head falls once he starts easing inside, husky baritone breaking mid-sentence. And your toes curl at the incredible feeling of his plump, puckered tip squeezing all inside your snug entrance. Shoving inside. Bullying inside. You clench and you think he damn near shivers- âWait o-ohhhh, go easy on me, lilâ omega.â
âOmega?â Youâre questioning, âYou can tell?â
âOh fuck, I donât even know right now, doll- just hold on- let meâŚâ The gluey surroundings of your cunt were just sucking him up. Swallowing. Each heavy inch being slid insideâand Toji wasnât just thrusting, he was rutting.
Just to fit inside. Just to feel more nâ more of your velvety walls sucking him up - you swear you can feel the exact moment the line of his swollen tip grazes your g-spot and Toji himself breaks.
âOh my god- fuck, oh my god, it can feel this good?â His stern lips wobble, that sleazy smile from before nowhere to be seen now. And thereâs a slight tinge of madness in his voice, one that makes his gruff tone pitch higher.Â
And suddenly youâre being reminded that this was the first ever time that heâs spent his rut with anyone.
He was just so sensitive. âNo- no, that should be fuckinâ illegal.â Toji grabs the back of your neck and pulls you back into his vein-covered cock. âIt canât be- it c-canâtââÂ
Letting your drippinâ wet pussy sloppily sluuuuurp back into his long, long length. Toji has the audacity to swipe the pair of panties in his hands down where your syrupy wetness was smearing. Drenching it just a lilâ.
Before bringing it back up to his nose and sniffing, hazy peripherals rolling to the back of his head. He spreads apart his meat thighs even further and moans out as he pushes. âWho the fuck let you hold out on me for this long, huh?â
He was going crazy. He was drilling into you like a madman.
Again and again and again.Â
Not even waiting for you to adjust. Not even faltering. Heavy, half-thrusts to open up every drivelling orifice inside your cunt. To pinpoint even your tiniest hidden spots with his strawberry-red divot- fuck, it was almost like he was out of control.
So was this what it felt like to beâŚpussydrunk?
Toji feels you slipping away with the recoil of his jackhammers and he uses his inhuman strength to jerk you back up to him.
Youâre choking out, âI wasnât- fuck.â Youâre grabbing ahold of the silken sheets, bucking your hips stupidly into his. The lewdest squelches ring out every time you do, synchronizing with your own sinful noises. âSânot my fault.â
âThen whose is it, hm?â
He moves his left hand over to spank the side of your ass cheeks, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your mouth lolls open stupidly upon impact and he bends over to spit straight into his wide-open target.Â
âTell me- hah, tell me, little omega.â Heâs tightening his hold on your throat and you yelp. Absolutely useless against the way his vein-covered girth stretches out your every nook nâ cranny, his rose-colored tip was pushing even deeper into your gooey insides. âWho let you hold out on me? Who said this pretty pussy could f-feel so good? Where the fuck have- you- been- all my life?â
âI donât- ngh, couldâve found me sooner- ngh, then.â Youâre biting back, your mind dizzy with all these questions and his thrusts. And oh, he liked that.
Having you talk back to him like that - it only made his thick length swell up even further, making your pussy let out such a carnal squelch once he finally, finally pistons towards the back of your cervix.
Slick and tight.
The probinâ push of his mushroomy tip drives deep, like he was trying to burrow into your very lungs. His globular end is driven in, in, inâall round nâ achingly hard, filling you out from the inside so much that you swear you could see stars.
Fuck, heâs gnawing down on the edge of his bottom lip and staring. Taking hefty gulps of the pheromones you were letting out each time his creamy cock pistoled back in.Â
âMmm, youâre right.â Toji snickers. And he gives the wobblinâ side of your ass cheek yet another mean swat, leaving it there for a few seconds to grope you. âYouâre s-soooo fuckinâ right, mama. Always are, hm?â Oh, he was thoroughly pussydrunk - to have such a big, proud alpha admit defeat? Fuck, he might just kneel at your feet next.
Youâre whimpering once his thumb reaches over to swipe down your treacly slit, pressing down on your clit. âOh yeah? Mâright after I manage to- hck! take it all?â
âWell, I wouldnât say allâŚâ Wouldnât say all? In shock, you swivel your head around and catch Tojiâs filthy, filthy grin. The way he was looking down at where the two of you were connected with half-lidded eyes. âThereâs just a-â The hybrid crushes his toned v-line against you. â-little more.â
And thatâs when you feel it.
Thatâs when you realize it: with Toji being a wolf hybrid, his prolonged length wonât be the only thing you have to take. You forgot about the plump, thickened knot at the base of his cock - pulsing wildly away where he kissed your pussylips with it.
Toji growls, âYouâre not walkinâ outta here without carrying my pups, mama.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Jaguar
âAre you alright, my love?â The blond-haired man hushes out from above you just as soon as his thick, reddened tip manages to bulge against your cervix. Manages to bottom out. Hot and sultry. Just drippinâ with fresh wads of precum and need.
Heâs running his thumb down the side of your temple, tenderly wiping away a few trickles of sweat. âBreathe inâ breath- atta girl. This pretty pussy of yours feeling, mmm, alright?â
Your hips buck with a whimper once he grazes his roverinâ fingertips down your swollen slit. Teasing rolling over your sensitive clit so youâll make those pretty, pretty noises for him once more. âYes- hck! fuck fuck fuck, yes, Kento. You can keep moving nowâŚâ
âO-oh.â His handsome maw drops. And something in him seems to shake at the very notion. Something in him seems to crack. You watch as Nanamiâs prominent Adamâs apple bobs, his throat parched. âKeep moving, darling?â
âMhmââ Youâre nodding, brows furrowing. âThat is the whole point of the program, after all- isnât it?â
NAME: NANAMI KENTO
AGE: 27
OCCUPATION: OFFICE WORKER
HYBRID TYPE: PANTHERA ONCA
Youâd read his profile multiple times. You could tell from the very second youâd been escorted inside this tidy bedroom that Nanami Kento was the predatory type. The type that could break you in half. The type that could leave you without the ability to walk for weeks at a time without even trying - and yet, he was treating you like glass.
So gently.
Nanami had spent hours overstimulating your poor, bawlinâ pussy before youâd even started taking his incredible size. Spent hours tugging nâ prying apart your delicate pussylips just so that he could fit each solid inch.
His girth was so massive that the mere feeling of him bullying inside your gooey channel, molding you to him, made your toes curl.Â
Your nails clawing down the expanse of his broad back as you pull him even closer to you, âCâmon Kento.â You jut out your lips into a pout, and he shivers at the sight. Youâre just so sensitive. So needy that you could cry. âDonât you wanna, ngh, breed- oh fuck!â
Heâs shutting you up.
Heâs roughly pulling back his powerful hips to strike the ends of your pussy with a great, heaving thud! Coating your cervix with a few stringy wads of pre, his curly blond hairs tickling your clit.Â
Anything. Everything just to get you toâ
âSh-shut upââ Nanami unhinges his sharp jaw just to puff out, his clouded breath hitting your face. And then heâs gasping, then heâs realizing what heâs just said and fighting back a groan.
Slowing down the ravenous cadence of his hips to something slow nâ sensual. Nanami cups your cheek, biting down on his wobbly lower lip. âF-forgive me.â He begs, âI spoke out of turn- I- hngh, acted out of turn.â Heâd just gone out of control.
The thought makes you wetter - and Nanamiâs nose crinkles at the sweetness as he can smell it. âBut mânot complaining, yâknow?â Youâre insisting, arching your hips up into his. It was just so cute that he was so considerate, but you wanted somethingâŚrough. âI wouldnât mind if you-â
âDonât.â He cuts you off. And youâre suddenly getting punished by a thorough few probes of his circular, wet tip against the roof of your pussy. âDonât talk out of this pretty pussy, darling. You donât know what mâcapable of-â
âI do.â Batting your teary lashes, âI read all your profilesâpromise! Did my own research, too. I just want you to- hngh, use me, Kento.â
Something in him looks like it had just snapped.
He whispers - barely even audible to you. âU-useâŚâ
And youâre nodding furiously, slidinâ away your plush walls to meet his every thrust. Now, Nanamiâs tempo had grown slightly harder, slightly out of timeâslightly like his restraint on himself was slowly slipping away. So you let out the finishing blow - âWanâ you to use me as your hngh! cumdump, please?â
Fuck, youâd even added manners.
Nanami Kento was gone.
Nanami Kento was ruined.
Nanami Kento was throwing your legs over his muscular shoulders in a second - fuck missionary, he was putting you in a damn mating press. Snapping his hips down until your capped knees hit your tits, and his globular cocktip scrapes your womb.
So hard that you swear heâs leaving nail marks on your skin, your hamstrings stretching like never before, a few of your joints popping!
With a few slurping sounds, heâs fucking his girth into with thud after thud after thud. Looong, rapid thrusts that leave you with your mouth comically ajar, spit drivelling out pathetically. Puddling. âYes-â You whine, white-hot pleasure running through you. âYes yes yes- just like this, Ken, ngh-â
âAh ah-â And suddenly, one of his firm hands finds its way âround your throat. Blocking off your airway, âShut up and fucking take it since you wanted to so bad.â
Youâre whimpering- âBut it feels so- oh.â
Only for Nanami to lunge over and sink his lengthy canines against the side of your throat, âWhat did I say?â He murmurs, the vibrato of his bass making your skin tremble. A stern tone. âCumdumps donât talk.â
Fuck.Â
Again and again.
You press your lips together, trying to hold back all the broken crackles and pleas that threatened to break through each time Nanami was pummeling away his massive length. Red-hot. Ravenous. He throbbed all the way near the clingy bottom of your pussy, drenching it in so many webs of his sap.
Flooding each tight orifice inside you, forming your heart-shaped cunt around him- and then barely even letting you squirm after each recoil of his thrusts. Barely letting you bounce away.
Weighing down on you. Glissading his abs. Every time you moved, heâd tighten his arm on your throat and drag you back.Â
Another one of his strong hands slides down your front - heâd been tenderly massaging your core before. Now the hybrid only pushed down where he could feel his thick cylindrical length probinâ through, feeling for himself as he fucked you.
âOh, yes. Remember what you hah- asked for, my love- fuck, I meanâŚâ Harder. Firmer. Nanami was pinpointing your every sweet spot with wads of precum so rudely, â-my pretty, pretty cumdump.â
Youâre shrilling as he leans in with a purr to nuzzle your throat, one of his wild slams slaps your cervix so hard that you think your eyes pop out of your skull. âI-ngh, keep going like that and Iâll-â Forgetting that you werenât supposed to speak - and if you couldnât listen to him, heâd make you silent.
Heâs spitting straight between your jabbering lips, swiping away the purposeful splatter on the edge of your lips. âCumdumps cum quietly.â
And youâre so far gone that you arenât just cumming with a few more vulgar strokes - youâre splashinâ out and squirting. Soaking splosh after splosh of your miry high, it sticks to his tannish skin and creates a tiny pool between your bodies.
Nanami was pistoning away oh-so-frenzily, and he expected to hold you down so that you could stay. So that you could take it.
Each nâ every one of your peaks being pounded through by his rovering cock.
Your pupils swirl maddeningly, body shaking with the twitches of your orgasm. âMmm, didnât know cumdumps could squirt, too.â He snickers rudely as you see stars, your vision shattered. And before you know it, heâs emptying out a few droplets of precum into your womb - you swear his twitching knot at his base only grew fatter. Oh, he was just getting started.
âWh-what do you mean?â Youâre whining up at him, with wide eyesâshit, did he say that out loud?
Nanami smiles a sleazy smile, his long canines peaking out. âMâcumdump needs to be full of cum now, doesnât she?â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Sssnake
The slithering slurps were just lecherous.
Each time after Geto slid his flexible fingers in and out of your folds, tapping the slick-glazed tips against your inner thighs. âHmmmâŚthat should do it. Donât you think, gorgeous~?â
âSh-shit-â And for just how calm, cool, nâ collected he was - you were practically shattered. Feeling the sparks of your high escape right under your nose, Geto had edged you for about the fifth time tonight. Ruthlessly. You clamor to hold onto his wrist, âYouâre so mean, Sugu- fuck-â
âOh, so you donât want my cock?â His dark brows furrow, faux-pouting. And oh, you damn near shed a few tears at the way heâs dragging his puckered cockhead between your folds, before pulling awayââAlright, guess I can give this pretty pussy just my fingers then-â
âN-noooââ You sob out, âPlease-â
âSsso you donât want my fingers either, huh?â Pretending to gasp, pretending to drive you to the end of your sanity (he actually was). âWell then I can just go and tell the organizer that youâd rather have another hybrid- f-fuck.â
Youâre not even thinking twice - youâre not even hesitating before you suddenly press against Getoâs toned body. Pinning him down. Straddling his naturally chiselled hips and letting your ready cunt siiiink down his fat cock.
Oh.
He was just so thick, nâ covered in so many winding veins that tickled your sensitive insides. Extra. âOh my god- I m-meant that I want your, ngh, cock in me.â Youâre blurting out, your head throwing back dazedly. âWant you all up inside- ngh.â
âOho?â And serpentine hybrids werenât just sly - youâre coming to find out that they knew exactly how to drive you wild. Exactly how to use their numerous snaking tendrils.
Before you know it, Geto drags his gigantic tail around your waist to pin you down to his pelvis. Human for most of his body, but his true form did peak out during times like this. âSssâthat so?â Heâs humming out, grin widening. âSo is it my mating season or is it yours, gorgeous?â
âY-yoursââ You mewl out, stubbornly. After all it had been you that was specifically assigned to the massive boa constrictor to help him through his season of need. His heat.
His time of year that makes him all but whimper the very instant Getoâs slick cock starts fucking in and out of you. In smooth, long thrusts - thereâs so much power behind his actions that the front of your pussylips start to bruise already.
Getoâs brows furrowing as he hisses between his fangs, âMhm, then why donâtcha act like it, hmmmâ?â Hitting your g-spot dead-on, your hips move restlessly and his tail pins you down immediately. âDrippinâ so much, sucking me up like such a ssssslut.â
Heâs smiling oh-so-meanly as he pokes and probes you every hidden spot. Not just your g-spot, itâs like heâs somehow mazing his vein-decorated cock everywhere. Anywhere.
Again and again.
His slimy, curved tip sticks against the edge of your cervix and makes you whine.
âTake me so well like this nâ I might just give you my second cock, gorgeous.â
Your eyes snap open, âS-second?â And without another second of hesitation, you tilt your head down and- oh, lo and behold, there was a line along the middle of Getoâs happy trail. Right where his rock-hard erection was, a second length was starting to perk upright. Two.Â
Two needy shafts that filthily kissed your hole, the more youâre bouncing atop him- the closer his weeping cockhead gets. Anticipating. Eager.Â
âMhm, didnât you know?â Geto tuts, âSerpentine hybrids tend to have double the cocks-â And suddenly, heâs swipinâ aside your puffy folds to take a gooood, long look at your clamping hole. â-double what this sssslutty pussy wants. And if youâre good- heh, Iâll give it.â
âIâve been so good.â You beg, your hand reaching for his double shafts- only for Geto to slap it away.
âI just gave you my first and now you want my second?â He rolls his dazed amethyst eyes, âTry riding this one ngh, proper and weâll see about-â Oh, he doesnât even have to finish his damn sentence to have you gyratinâ your hips wildly.
With your sultry figure-eights swerving and swerving.
Faster. Harder. You arch your spine into the perfect curvature and let his textured length stir against your cute pussy. Filling out your every nook nâ crannyââI am, see-â Spit splashes down your chin, and Getoâs forked tongue comes out to lap at it. âT-taking it- ngh, they paired me with you so that means I must be able to take a second-â
ââMustâ, hmmâ?â It was just so fun to tease you. To slow his bucking hips down and watch as your trembling, needy body ruts down animalistically to chase his globed tip. âAnd so that means-â
âYes-â
â-that you must take my kids, riiight?â He narrowed his greedy gaze, and youâre struck with the sudden thought - oh, mating season. Geto was going to fuck you pregnant.
He was already pounding upwards like he aimed for it. Already shoved the fat crown of his shaft to poke your womb, so hard that youâre sure to feel that soft flesh bruise. Thudding. âThat youâre gonna- mmm, let me cum inside you with both my big, fat cocks.â You feel a hot splash against your outer pussy, and realize that heâs holding his matching length with one hand. Angled straight towards your entrance- âLet me fill you up until you canât even remember your nameââ
âO-oh my god-â Your pupils swirl in the whites of your eyes, feeling the circle of your cunt get stretched out maddeningly. Like elastic, he was probinâ away his honed cocktip inside. âYes- wanâ it please, Suguru-â
âActually-â As he slightly stalls his cadence, â-can you even remember your name? Right now?â
You donât even care at this point. Donât know anything but the way he was filling out your geysering orifice with such wet slurps, âI donât know I donât know- just want it-â
âSo you canât even remember your name?â Seething, voice pitched even higher. There was a sort of crazed glimmer in Getoâs peripherals when he realized the effect his double cocks had on your poor body. Your poor self. âC-canât believe- hah! You seriously donât fuckinâ remember your own name? My cocks have that much of an effect on you, hm?â
Push after push. Now heâs a solid few inches inside your velvety cunt and you think you might just cum from the sheer stretch of him. The way he was holding you down- one hand plastered on top of your sweaty scalp now.
Getoâs using his strength to force down his swollen shafts, his zig-zagged veins pliably letting him slither his way in-
âSâokay, gorgeous.â Heâs finishing off once his matching tips bottom out with two matching thwacks! All the way opening up your womb- âYou donât need any other name- hah, thereâs only one you need.â
âAnd wh-what is thatâ?â You shiver once his pointed fangs trace your skin, scorched breath panting out.
âMy mate.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - Bunny!
âP-please, Iâll be goodâŚâ Chosoâs broken whimpers grace your eardrums like the prettiest song, and heâs also letting off such lewd slurps any time he tap-tap-taps his red, swollen cockhead against the front of your pussy.Â
So loud. So filthy. The twitchy hybrid smears aside the drops of cum that were on top of your folds, like some white glaze.
His half-lidded eyes look down at the mess he was making and he groans, feeling his mouth start to salivate at the sight. âMmm, so delicious, baby.â Before you can respond - before you can even think - Choso has the audacity to swipe his fat thumb down your slit and dab on a bit of sap for him to suck. âWonât you let me- hah, fill this cunt up all over again? Please?â
And oh, youâd heard of the incredible prolonged stamina that bunny rabbit hybrids have - you just didnât expect it to be like this.
Because itâd been hours since you were led into this very room by the organizer lady. Hours since youâd first met the hybrid you were paired up with, and had him cream his poor pants simply by his first kiss with you.Â
Hour since heâd first begged to put his cute, flinchinâ cock inside and fucked you like he never ever wanted to pull out.
Still rutting into you like such an animal- the slightest half-thrusts that leaves him whimpering. âP-please?â Choso whines, his handsome cheek staining with a line of tears. âDo you need me to beg on my knees again, baby?â
Your breath hitches, âIâm just wondering whether you arenât- hah, tired yet, Cho? Iâm sure itâs already ahem- taken, so to speak.â
âOh, but we wonât know for sure now- will we?â And of course you wanted him more. Of course you still teased him. Watching his doey, brown eyes tear up, long ears flopping. âAnd mânot dead yet so- donât worry, no matter how many times I cum, my cock is always- ngh, hard for you, baby.â
And he meant it.
He was slightly pulling out of your geysering hole - fuck, it almost killed him to - rutting and humping into your wettest depths wildly. He wanted to get you pregnant badly.
And as soon as youâre nodding needily for him to go on- Choso immediately perks his toned hips back nâ plunges inside your cunt once more. His ruby-red cocktip swipes aside your dewy walls, and as soon as his hulking size swivels inside, Choso groans.
He gasps.
He throws his head back and canât stop himself from fucking cumming all over again, just from feeling your cutely heart-shaped walls.Â
You squeal as you feel his hot syrup fill you out from the inside, sploshinâ against all the other wads of cum heâd left over hours prior. âSh-shitââ Youâre clawing down his pale back, sure that it was ravaged with so many lines of red by now. âSee? What did I tell you, Cho-â
âAnd what did I tell you?â He whimpers out, tears beading in his widely-opened eyes. âNo matter how- haaaaah, many times- I- cum-â
Each one of his words was punctuated by a rugged thrust. Not only was he fucking in his treacly wads of seed inside, he was also draaaagging every ridge nâ line of his shaft along your sweetest spots. Leaning in close so that he can nibble on the underside of your jaw. Whispering. â-Iâll always be hard for you, baby.â
âO-oh my godââ Your eyes sprint all the way to the back of your skull - because Choso was fast. A rapidly slamming tempo that left his own pelvis all red. Nails digging deeper. âShit, it feels soâCho, are you crying?â
Heâs blinking back his tears. âFuck-â So overstimulated. So rubbed raw on the channel of your cunt that he found himself hatching out sobs at the back of his throat. âI didnât, ngh, realizeâŚI am.â
Itâs only then that Chosoâs fully registering himself.
The way his back was bleeding with how hard you were latching onto him. The way he could barely focus his dilated eyes. The way that every time he harshly pistoned his cock into you, Chosoâs entire body twitched with something primal.
Your pussy was so good that itâd overstimulated him to tears.
You gasp as you notice the state he was in - and he only swabs his plumpened, red tip even harder. âI donât mind, baby, mâjust a little- n-ngh, sensitive right now.â Choso reassures, and you move your hand down from his muscular back to his waist. âPromise I can still fuck you all- oh.â
Only for your trembling fingertips to graze - just graze - his fluffy bunny tail. And oh- if you thought he was sensitive before, then Choso was so sensitive there that he damn near whimpers.
âD-donât touch me like that~â Heâs whining from the back of his throat, core tensing and flexing each time he drilled forwards. Faster. Filthier. âDonât blame me if it makes me go even harder, okay, baby?â
âWell, mânot to blame. Youâre the one that insisted.â Youâre biting back.
And a dopey grin spreads across his face, âI did.â It was almost like he was reminiscing just moments prior. Chasing the softness of your pussy, he veers forwards and thumps your cervix loudly. âH-heh, nâ I think Iâm gonnaâŚohâŚcum again.â
âA-again?â You gasp - you just felt so damn full. Stuffed all the way to the brim, glittery wads of cum spill out of you every time heâs thrusting in. And yet- fuck, and yet Choso still wasnât done.Â
Still wasnât letting up. Still wasnât slowing down once he leans down to kiss your puffy lips. Your own high was nothing more than a few tingles, driving you half-mad with pleasure when you feel his glissading tip pulse against your cervix. âDid you just- oh, cream âround my cock?â He shallowly breathes, âAgain?â
You can only nod and nod.
And Choso can only crinkle his nose in bliss, his entire body shaking viscerally when the mere notion throws him over the edge once more.Â
âO-oh.â He pants out, âGonna blame me for, ngh, cumming so much when sâyour fault.â Before you know it, you feel scorched wetness flood your cunt once more. Itâs all sticky, gluing your pussylips together with his ivory sap.
And Choso fucking beams as he watches the glaze of it seep out of you and drench his dark happy trail. Creating a puddle of wetness that he swipes his hand down, lovingly.Â
Before reaching up and pressing on the cum-inflated bulge he was fucking into your tummy.
âPlease give me a baby, babyâ?â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - BULL
Youâre stopped in your tracks just before you can open the door.Â
That official-looking lady whoâd accompanied you now held onto your hand, her expression of slight concern breaking the cool façade youâd been met with ever since you entered the program. She says, âI must make sure you know- you only need to give us a call, and weâll be here in a second.â
âYes?â You question her sudden worry.
âOh, itâs just that-â She looks over your shoulder, as if trying to make sure that whoever was inside (the hybrid youâd been assigned to, Sukuna, you heard) couldnât hear. â-weâve had many candidates get paired with this particular hybrid, and all of them had broken off the pair before a match could be made. It seems he really needs help - heâs desperate with his rut.â
Youâre furrowing your brows, âHow come?â
She shuffles uncomfortably in front of you. âSee- itâs just that this speciman seems to be a littleâŚbig.â
âOh.â
âAnd rough.â
âOh.â
âAnd he has certain attributes that often put him a step above other hybrids- especially ones in rut.â She explains to you, and your hand trembles on the door handle. âSo, just letting you know-â
THUD-THUD-THUD!
It sounded like a storm. Like a whirlwind. Like something just broke down the polished, mahogany door in front of you - and left you dwarfed next to the towering bull hybrid youâd been paired up with. You donât know what type he was; but he was over eight feet tall, pink hair, covered in swirlinâ black tattoos, with a massive bulge in his thin, off-white trousers.
Oh, he was in rut alright.
You look behind you- only to find that your escort had already disappeared.
And before you could register a single thing more, the hybrid- Sukuna has one of his four hands wrapped around your wrist. Tugging you inside the room. Manhandling.
All but tearing into your flimsy skirt- âFuck.â He spits, between his clenched canines - you notice with a jolt that he had a piercing through his septum. It glimmers in the dim lighting as he huffs raggedly in and out, âFuck- youâre gettinâ wet, arenât ya?â
âI-I am?â You gape, affronted.Â
He sniffs at your throat and snickers, âOh yeahhh, you are. In fact-â With only a single, sharp riiiip heâs torn off your drenched panties. Absolutely gone. And he breathes in even deeper, â-yer ovulating, mama.â
You didnât know bulls could smell that - hell, you didnât know any hybrid could smell that.
But before you can even think of asking him anything of the sort, Sukuna has your thighs smeared apart on his meaty hips, your cunt being speared thoroughly by his thickened shaft.
Right then nâ there on the bedroom floor, heâs taking you.
His round, bludgeoning tip entering your tiny hole- the stretch of it surrounding your pussy is incredible. A sheer sting that renders your eyes closed, your mouth speechless - meanwhile Sukunaâs just jerking his hips back and pushing and pushing. âFuh-fuuuuck!â You shrill pathetically, feeling him open up even your most hidden orifices and head straight towards your womb. âOh- oh my god, who let you be so damn ngh- big?âÂ
âYouâll sayââ Sukunaâs crimson eyes narrow in amusement, and he uses one of hands to flick at your swollen clit. The other two lacing on top of your scalp and tugginâ you down roughly, â-and yet- youâre the only one to take me like this.â
âTh-the only one?â You gawk.
âThe only one ta even make it this far.â He snickers, before interrupting himself with a gulping gasp of your scent. âAnd Iâve never smelled a human so- mmmmââ Sukuna grins and- oh, and now youâre realizing that he has two mouths.Â
One on his face, the other slashed across his heavily chiselled abs.Â
â-so delicious.â
Shivers run down your spine, âAnd what do I need to- ngh-â Your entire body felt weak with the way he was fuckinâ you oh-so-vulgarly open. Your pussylips were pried apart to the maximum, dribbling wet ribbons of slick. â-to help you through this rut of yours, then?â
âOh, you just need to take it.â He grins, his pinkish tongue sticking between his teeth - both of them. That second cursed mouth of his salivates down your core, sticking just between your folds, pressing on your clit.
And every time you twitch with his rolling tastebuds, Sukuna can feel you clench. âJust lemme fuck you- oh, yeahhh, just like that. Never felt anything better.â He hiccups, two of his hands now move from your head and onto the sides of your waist. âJust take it alllll, lemme use this pretty pussy and- o-oh.â
Moving you. Teasing you. So much so that your entire body was starting to go limp - and it was exactly that boneless state of yours that made you rest your head down between the valley of his chest.Â
Exactly what made your mouth loll open with a puddle of drool, your hands gripping his pecs and squeezingâ
âOh sh-shit.â Sukuna groans gruffly, and you donât know what youâre more shocked by: the cracking tone of his voice, or the way that a slight pearl of whiteness beads out of Sukunaâs pecs the moment you grope them. âLook what youâve made me- ngh, oh fuck, brat. Fuck.â
âI-is this part of yourâŚâ Without even finishing your sentence - almost as if on instinct - youâre veering your mouth over to lick at the sap trickling out of him. Andâ
Oh.
Oh, Ryomen Sukuna was lactating.
âYou can- this is milk?â You gasp, and before he can respond, youâre trying to urge more out. Letting the sweetened ivory sap fall into your agape maw, âI didnât know even bull hybrids could lactate, Kuna.â
âSo what?â
You look up at him through your lashes, every time heâs thrashing his cock inside you, youâre sucking on his pretty pink pecs. âI like it.â
âT-tchââ Sukuna tries to sound tough - fails. Because you could already make out the way his breath shook, his flexed core tensed.
Any time your textured tastebuds sizzled on top of him, Sukuna shivered. Was forced to attempt not to close his eyes and bite down on his lips - youâd never have thought that lactating would make the big, bad hybrid putty in your hands.
He blushes all the way down from the tips of his ears, down to his honeyed pecs, down to the globular edge of his shaft. Hitting up into your soft cervix with a bangâ
âI-in about nine months, youâll be lactating, tooâŚâ He whimpers.
⥠INO TAKUMA - Puppy
âDoes it feel good, pretty?â Inoâs innocent chocolate eyes sparkle, and you swear you could see from where you were that his cute tail was wagging.Â
Rough thrusts being punctured by the cutest lilâ whimpers, Ino moans into your mouth just as soon as he feels you clench your heart-shaped insides âround him. âOhhh, th-that means it feels good right? MâI doing a good jobâ?â
âYes- yes yes yesââ Youâre crying out, drunken saliva puddling on top of your pillow beside you. Each one of his roverinâ wet thrusts left your mind all emptied of thought.
And the thing is, you never even expected Ino to be this good.
NAME: INO TAKUMA
AGE: 21
OCCUPATION: UNIVERSITY STUDENT
HYBRID TYPE: CANIS LUPUS FAMILIARIS
When youâd first been notified that you were paired with a dog hybrid, youâd assumed that it would be a simple task. An easy task. They werenât particularly apex predators, right? So how hard could it beâ
That is, until you were running on the fifth round with Ino shovelling his heated cock inside you for the nth time. His silken ears drooping as he sniffs the side of your throat, trying to smell out your arousal- âSo this pretty pussyâs likinâ it? Ngh, how else could I make you feel good, sweetness?â
âYouâre already making me feel s-so good, Taku.â You gasp, feeling his slender fingers dip down to pinch your clit.
And just as he hears your words, Inoâs entire body perks up. Face beaming. His bulbous cock twitching at the very end, Ino drives it in even deeper against your g-spot with a damp squelch. âOh yes? Thenââ He looks down shyly, the cutest strawberry blush taking over his face. â-then could you say the special words, pretty?â
âHmmmâŚâ You pretend to think, âWeâll see, Taku.â
He all but whimpers.
Ah, those special words - itâd been an accidental discovery, really. The fact that Ino would be so affected by two specific words was a discovery that you hadnât expected to stumble across during your research beforehand.
And heâs doggedly pounding his hips into yours, as if he was trying to fuck that very pet name from your mouth. âB-but Iâve been so good, donât you think?â
As if to prove his point, Ino lightly swats your perky clit - just to show how bad he could really be.
âNow nowââ Your breath hitches, thighs shivering ever-so-slightly at the sparks of bliss that suddenly explode behind your eyelids. He was drilling himself in so deep, stretchinâ out every sweet, slick-filled orifice. â-keep going like that and I wonât say it at- ngh, all.â
âOh- please-â Donât even mention it. Donât even think of it. He lurches forwards to capture your lips in his, and Ino was always so sloppy with the way he kissed you.
Just letting his long, salivating tongue taste you. Inoâs lecherous sounds crack at the back of his throat, the vibrations humming along your skin. And his pretty cock just squelches out precum at the feeling, âBut Iâve been so good, sweetness. Havenât I been makinâ this pretty pussy feel all n-niiice andââ Instead of spanking your clit this time, now heâs rolling his thumb over it. Feeling the sultry wetness. â-wet, hm?â
âYou have.â You tease, your face turning faux-thoughtful at the excitement in his eyes. âBut I donât know if you deserve that-â
âD-do I just need to fuck you harder, sweetness?â Ino pleads with you. And before you know it, one of his hands plaster onto the side of your hips, tugginâ you close to him. âI can do that, yâknow?â
Your brows raise, âOh you c- oh.â
Not only is he pounding you even harder - enough that the formal bedsprings creak, enough that your vision shatters with tears - but heâs also makinâ his tempo even sloppier. Loooong, miry drags of his shaft that poke your very sweetest spots.
His blossoming red divot sticks up against the roof of your pussy and draws lilâ circles, edging towards your g-spot. âS-see? I can do harder.â He looks down at the place over your stomach, where his bulbous girth was swipinâ against your cervix. âI can also fill you up, mmm, deep inside with my ngh- cum, if youâd like?â
You swear youâre gushing out so wetly that it creates a ring of white âround Inoâs bulky hilt. All sappy and glistening with need.
And before you can even formulate a coherent answer inside your mind, Ino slightly raises his nose into the air and sniffs. And lets his mouth drop. His Adamâs apple swallowing. âAnd I can a-also smell if itâs taken, sweetnessâŚâ
âTaken?â You ogle at his words, âWhat do you mean-â
âYou knowâŚtaken.â Ino looks at you meaningfully with this pussydrunk, half-lidded eyes of his. Every thrust of his leaves his aching knot slamming against the front of your pussy. Vicious.
âAnd ah- has it taken?â Asking, out of genuine curiosity - that was the entire point of the program, was it not?
âWellâŚâ Ino elongates his throaty murmur, and for a few more strokes he lets his twitchy cock do all the talking. Smooch after smooch against the slimy door to your womb, he stirs aside the webs of cum from rounds prior. Whiffing down at your scent glands as he does- âI think just one more should n-ngh, do it.â
âOh myââ Your mouth falls open, and you drag a hand through the tawny brown locks of Inoâs sweaty scalp. You could feel something primal building up in your stomach, in his thrusts. âGood boy.â
And there you said it.
Itâd slipped out, really. Something your stupidly buzzing mind had been thinking for the last few jackhammers but hadnât said out loud yet.Â
Something that Ino Takuma himself had been dying for you to say - youâd said it.
And itâs all that Ino has to hear to shove himself all the way to his thick hilt inside your pussy and cum. Deep, deep inside - like he was aiming for his gooey white ribbons to reach the very door to your womb, and you swear you could feel it slipping âround like just so.
Sloshing nâ squelching every time he pulled his hips out to thrust back in- âGood boy-â Ino gasps, breathless. He was hammerinâ into you vulgarly and still managed to find the time to babble out. âYou called me âgood boyâ- you called me- ohâŚâ
You blink your vision back from its daze as Inoâs voice hitches, âYeeesâ?â
And he only blinks his teary lashes, looking up at you with the most needy puppy-dog eyes while he still ruts his cock into your deepest depths. âMâyour good boy, arenât I?â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Snow Leopard
The room you were led to had been sectioned off.
It had been padlocked twice.
It had you stumbling back at the ice-cold pheromones that hit you the moment that door opened - and when you looked into Gojo Satoruâs expressionless faceâoh.
You werenât making it out of here alive.
One hour later.
You still think the same- âF-fuck, nghâŚâ Your mouth gapes ajar, saliva sploshing down the side of your mouth every time he thrusted in. Long, vicious hammers of his ravaged cock that left you all stupid.Â
Flat on your back. You looked up through your teary lashes at his flushed face, drunken eyes. âToru, how are you- hck! still going?â
âI donât know.â He replies, simply. And his voice is deep, his voice wavers. Sounding as if he was genuinely in disbelief as to how he hasnât stopped yet.
Still fucking into you like a madman - you didnât need to talk right now. Why would you need to talk?
A sudden, sharp laugh bursts out of Gojoâs puffy lips when he registers the fact that you could still form coherent sentences: he needed to fix that. Now.Â
And before you know it, one of his overlarge palms clasp down on the top of your scalp and youâre being drag-drag-draaaagged back down. Down to where he was working on mazinâ his slimy wet cockhead repeatedly past your folds, pinpointing your tiniest orifices.Â
Your breath hitches as you look back down to where he was pummeling you- then up to stare deeply into his glowing blue eyes.
âEnough talking.â
Three hours later.
âOh p-please, Satoruââ You shrill out, loud enough that youâre sure the whole establishment could hear you by now. On all fours by now, with your back arched wildly into his chiselled abs.
You swear you could count all eight of them, flexing and rippling, each time his honed hips slapped into yours. Slap after slap after slap- Gojoâs crowned tip reaches for your womb and you find your legs shaking. Head falling forwards-
âAh ah-â Your vision flashes in front of you as something firm grabs onto the back of your neck. Only a few more strokes later, youâre realizing that it was his damn bicep - curling around your neck in a headlock. âI need to scent you.â
âBut youâve been ngh- scenting me for hours already- oh.â Your words strangle up in your throat as soon as you feel yourself crashing into your high once more. For the nth time tonight.Â
Every white-hot burst of your high that Gojo can practically smell on you, his feline capabilities can sense just when your orgasm has peaked. And heâs pushing his vein-covered cock in maddeningly, âAnd I donât hear you complaining.â Youâre startled by a sudden spank down on your clit, finding that his tail had wrapped âround your sheeny thighs to pull them apart. Enough for him to slap your weeping pussy- âI donât hear her complaining.â
You gawk, your spittle creating a glazed layer on top of his biceps. âY-you can understand- oh.â Only for him to tighten his restraint. Choking you with his beefy armsâfuck.
âOf course I can, sweetheart.â Gojo purrs out, as if it should be obvious. âMâa big cat, after all. Nâ I can talk to- hehâŚkitties.â
âOh.â He was utterly pussydrunk. Gone.
Barely even registering when he trickles out a few gluey wads of cum to stick upon either side of your walls, all webbed up. But he wasnât done yet - far from it, you think you can feel Gojoâs knot at his base start to swell even bigger-
âAnd this kitty says that sheâs not done yet.â
Seven hours later.
âPlease-â
âCome back-â
âOhââ Youâre being caught steadily. The bed had long since broken, and if you thought that you were stuck in the dilemma between running away from his cock and gyratinâ back for more, more, more then Gojo was already making the choice for you.
Already pulling you back with his inhuman strength, he folds you underneath him.
Youâd only had the time for a brief snack break, stocked on the bedside cabinet as if the organizers knew that this was going to happen - it was Gojoâs first time in the program, though they must have known an apex predatorâs stamina.
Such incredible, incredible stamina.
You had your head against his collarbone by now, your body bent into the meanest full nelson physically possible. Gojo was bending you to his lecherous whims so easily, tugging you back so you turn your face and gnaw down on his throat.Â
Whining, âP-pleaseââ You let sobs wrack your throat, your entire body shaking sensitively as he shovels his long, solid inches into you again. And again. And again and again and again. âAnd sheââ You might just be losing it as much as he was. â-says sheâs not done still?â
âMmm, letâs seeâŚâ
With a purr, Gojoâs powerful spock-marked tail wrenches apart your thighs. He snickers after one of his hands comes down to leave a solid spank!
So hard that glittering specks of slick nâ cum splatter all over your thighs. And Gojo himself finds his breath catching at the lewd sight of it- âNot yet.â
âF-fuckâŚâ Your mouth lolls open stupidly in a silent scream - at least, you think it was silent. Because just then Gojo pulls out his entire girth to fuck back into you deeper, and it lets out the most deafening slurp. âBut what if it doesnât fi-â
âShhh, sweetheart.â He already knew what you were going to say: that his generous helpings of cum might not fit anymore. And you didnât need to think about that - you didnât need to even imagine that.
What do you mean it might not fit? Hah! As ifââThis kitty tells me that sh-she can take, ngh- one more.â You could practically hear the grin in his raspy tone, âIn fact, she tells me she can take my knot.â
Your eyes bulge open, âThat- what?â
And heâs only nodding along - not to you, but to the sultry sounds your pussy was making. As if he was in conversation with your slick-glazed pussylips. âMhm, my knot, sweetheart.â As if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He pants, âHaaahâget ready.â
Itâs the only warning you get.
Before you know it, your toes curl with such an incredible stretch.
A stinging sensation that burns all the way from your parted thighs and up your spine- you wriggle your body around, and Gojo pulls you back using his trusty headlock once more. âCâmon-â He whispers between his prolonged canines, âCâmon câmon câmon-â
âShiiiitââ You trill, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull as he uses his other hand to pry apart your sticky folds. Plugging a finger in to swivel inside nâ fit his swollen knot, âItâs so big- itâs so- oh my-â
âYeah- yeah yeah yeah, biiiig stretch, ainât it?â Gojo chuckles darkly, and youâre completely pinned down while he eases inside. âSay it wâme now, mâgonna make it fit. Hah, biiiigââ
âS-stretch-â You mutter out thickly. Your head throws back with every slight centimeter of circumference heâs managing to squeeze inside. Bullying inside. âSâa big- stretch- ngh-â
âThatâs it, thatâs it- big stretch.â
Gojoâs just so thick that it takes you more than a few aggressive strokes to finally shove his hefty knot inside with a wettened plop! It fits in so deeply, molding your tight walls - you swear heâs so plump there that you can count each throb of his pulsations.
âCount- can you?â Heâs humming after you and oh- did you say that out loud? Slowly, sensually, Gojo starts to grind his wads of cum inside.Â
Primally.Â
While youâre stupid on the stretch, he finishes off - âLetâs see if you can count how many kits I fuck into ya, sweetheart.â
⥠HIGURUMA HIROMI - Hawk <3
âOh, honeyâŚâ Higuruma puffs out breathily from between your legs, his slick tongue lapping up nâ down your slit at a frenzied pace. âOh, angel- oh, sugar- oh.â
âPlease, Hiromiââ Your thighs shake from either side of his handsome face, where he made sure that you were practically glued to him. Your cunt sliding down his mouth, his hooked nose. âI wanâ youâŚhck.â
âThink sheâs all ready fâme again?â One of his large hands comes up to pat your ass cheeks, tenderly- though his mouth was the complete opposite.
Shoving straight between your puffy pussylips to dig against the side of your orifice. Itâs only once youâre all clean from the wads of cum stuck to you that Higuruma actually moves from underneath. His dark locks tickling the side of your thighs, âNow, turn âround and bend over fâme, angel?â
And the voice heâs saying it in isnât even particularly stern - but youâre clamoring to listen to him in an instant.
Oh, a hawk hybrid: one of those rare types that you were honestly lucky to be paired up with.
But, the thing about being with such a highly endangered species (especially during his peak, his rut) was that their primal instincts told them to breed. And they were going to breed. Right now.
Smack!
âPay attention, angel.â Higuruma doesnât even apologize for the hand he has swatted to the side of your hips. Holding you still as he quickly swipes his ruby-red crown down your slit a few times, gathering the beads of slick that drip out of you. âYou hafta pay attention when mâfuckinâ you all full of my- hah, kids, alright?â
You whine, your teary lashes fluttering- âY-yes I- oh!â
Yet another smack!
âAh ah, what did I tell you?â You canât reply - he doesnât let you. Because in an instant, Higurumaâs proud girth starts pushing in. Probing.
Heâs so thick that he has to spread his meaty thighs and fuck upwards to help squeeze his split-ended tip inside. Like a spotlight, he mazes his lengthy cock inside- âHafta what?â You feel his scalding breath puff out from behind you, and it takes you a few more half-ruts to realize that he was talking to you. âYou have to what now, angel?â
âPay attention-â Youâre fisting at the sheets.
âExactly.â And Higurumaâs swollen cock twitches just a little bit hearing you say the correct answer. âPay attention fâme while I breed you- ngh, okay, sugar?â
âY-yes, sir-âÂ
Oh, it slips out without you even realizing. Without you even wanting to.
You honestly donât know where it even came from (perhaps from your slight research about hawk hybrids beforehand? Perhaps from the whole official-feeling vibe of the building? Perhaps just from him?)
But Higuruma certainly wasnât complaining. In fact, just the mere sound of your addressal makes him arch his back, throw his head, and it makes his powerful wings twitch.
Attached to his muscular shoulder blades, thereâs a sudden whooshing sound as they suddenly flare out. Wingspan so wide that they touch either side of the dimly-lit room, and even Higurumaâs aching cock jolts.
Flinches.
Spurting out a translucent wad of pre that slickly slides down to your womb- âY-you canât-â Immediately, he clears his throat but itâs no use - you already hear the way that Higurumaâs voice just cracked at the very tail end of his sentence. âYou canât just call me- oh.â
âYes, Hiromi?â Looking behind your shoulder, with those pretty eyes and that pretty voice. Honestly, he canât handle it.
And your face is suddenly being forced forwards by one hand âround your neck. A headlock.Â
Used solely to keep you in place, heâs drilling into you from behind like a madman, the feathery ends of his wings jolting. His thick thighs shaking. Plastering every veiny inch of his cock alllll the way inside- âSâall your fuckinâ fault.â And you donât know whether heâs talking about the way his length was pummeling even harder, or whether his wings seemed to be oversensitive. Flapping wildly. âThat mâlike th-this- fuck! Why do I feel like mâgoing so- ngh, out of controlâŚâÂ
Almost as if heâs babbling to himself.
Bit bit bit, probe by probe. His plump cock fits into even your smallest orifices, filling you up from the inside out and making you keen. âSânot my fault-â
âOf course, sânot- just you and this hngh-â He grits his teeth, nose sliding down the column of your throat so he can bask in your scent. â-pretty pussy, and this preeeetty scent and- andâŚâ
âYes?â You question, as he trails off.
And it takes a few more pressurized pushes before the stern man can finally answer, almost shyly. â-call me that again. Please, sugar?â
Oh, he was asking so nicely. So how could you possibly say no?
âPlease- I want you to c-cum insideââ You swerve your peaking eyes around, eyes wet with tears. Just the mere sight itself - just those words already - enough to make Higuruma slam his riding hips, so hard that it almost hurts. â-sir?â
You feel something flutter. Something flap.
Before youâre crashing into your high, and Higuruma is right behind you - pour after stringy pour of cum. Clinging down from the edge of your cervix all the way down your folds, it formulates the cutest white ring that he takes such pleasure in smearinâ on your flesh.
Your toes curl, and you buck your hips back at a steady pace to meet his oncoming thrusts. Perfectly timed with every high mountain of your high, he fucks you oh-so-perfectly through your bliss.
Thinking that that melody of your moans was the prettiest fuckinâ thing heâs ever heard. âOh my g-godââ Higurumaâs struggling to catch his breath, you left him shaking. âMâgonna hafta find a way for you to pay for this- fuck.â
âBut you askedââ You whine in righteousness, blinking back the tears in your eyes once most of the haze has dissipated. And youâre seeingâall brown?
A glossy, dark brown that was practically black in some lighting. Itâs soon after that you realize that Higurumaâs wings had been protectively encircling the two of you right as you hit your orgasms, like a curtain of long feathers.
He shivers nâ grunts as he pulls his wings back- honestly, itâs like they couldnât be apart from you.
âHawks are protective of their nest, you see.â He gruffs out, by way of explanation. Still trickling in gooey wet wads- âEspecially of things that should be in their nest.â