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Canidae pt2 - Getou Suguru

Oh oh oh, oh here we go, walkin’ talkin’ like you know, I want your pretty little psycho. Oh oh oh, oh here we go, baby strike a pose, I want your pretty little psycho! 14.5k words

part one

Content warningz: pseudo-incest, yandere shit, spanking w/ a belt, dubcon+noncon, (slight) breeding kink, choking, size difference, face fucking, drugging, vouyerism, face slapping, (slight) blood, biting, virginity stuff, (slight) pussy slapping, implied somnophilia, kind of mindbreak at the end? sorry it probably sucks tho

The first thing you notice when you wake up isn’t the heavy drooping of your eyelids as you fight the drugs off still lingering in your veins. It’s not the stark white ceiling contrasted with pastel pink walls, or the fact that you’re surrounded by plushies in a soft bed that’s not yours.

It’s the borderline too tight collar around your neck, a good sized bell attached to it that jingled softly when you moved. Skimming your fingers over it you can feel the metal heart attached to the front as well and with a heavy head, you turn to follow the pastel pink leash attached to the collar, wrapped around one of the posts of the bed frame.

You were too tired to try and unwind it, simply staring at it for what felt like ages as your vision went in and out of focus. Even with the white curtains drawn closed there was still afternoon sunlight peeking in and giving you plenty of light to notice another thing.

This wasn’t the house you ran away from. This wasn’t your childhood room, the shape and size were different. The once familiar sound of cars driving by on the road was no longer there, just the ear ringing silence around you.

It’s unclear how long you laid there, but as the drug wore off more and more, you were able to sit up and take in more of the room. Nothing about it was familiar to you; there was a tiny en suite, you’d never owned this many cute little plushies in your life, and even the desk and trinkets that were under one of the windows wasn’t the same one you’d had.

Looking down at your clothes, you were torn between feeling happy they’d changed you out of what you were wearing or sick that all of them probably saw you naked. You were wearing one of Suguru’s shirts, his scent easily wafting up and surrounding you. It came to just above your knees and the amount of fabric left you swimming and shapeless.

Twiddling your thumbs, all you could do was wait for someone to come home and enter the room. Going by the sunlight it was nearing six pm and you knew Kento never worked overtime.

As if one cue, the front door swung open and muffled voices could be heard, but you knew exactly who they belonged to. Satoru’s loud chatter couldn’t be mistaken, nor the way Suguru laughed. Kento’s low grumble followed, and the three fell silent.

Footsteps clambered up the stairs, no doubt Satoru’s eager feet running to you. There’s the slightest creak of hardwood right outside the door and some hushed whispers, and then the lock is undone and the door swings open.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” Suguru grins upon seeing you sitting up in bed, pulling the shirt down farther on your body to cover up your bare legs. They hadn’t put you in any undergarments, not that you were surprised by that fact.

You glared harshly at all three of them, your tail tucked away behind you. Still dressed in their business attire, they didn’t look like three foxes who would murder and kidnap. They looked respectable like any businessman should.

“Don’t give us that look, you’re where you belong.” Kento drawls, undoing his tie as he speaks. He’s tired, you can tell by the subtle bags under his eyes. Usually when he came over after work with Suguru, he’d silently cuddle up to you on the couch and lean his head on your shoulder, taking a nap as you played on your phone.

“N-no...no I’m not.” Tongue still feeling heavy from disuse, you slurred the words out. Satoru chuckled at you, hiding his laugh behind a few long fingers.

“You sound so cute, little sister! It makes me want to drug you again.”

“Ah, that’s right! Speaking of drugging, you need to apologize to Toru-nii.” Suguru pipes up, snapping his fingers like he’d just had an epiphany. “It wasn’t very nice that you drugged him, you know.”

“Don’t care.” Shaking your head, you turned away from them. Compliancy wasn’t something you were going to give easily, especially not so quickly. Humming softly, Satoru walked to the bed and sunk his knee down next to your leg, the mattress effortlessly dipping with his weight.

“Such a naughty kitty, aren’t you? Can’t even apologize to your big brother.” Hooking his finger through the front of the collar, Satoru yanked your head up and towards him. His fluffy white hair fell into his eyes, obscuring the deranged look he had. Forcing you to sit up a little straighter, he pushed a clawed finger into your mouth and pulled your cheek out.

“-top!” You tried to bite down on his finger but it was no use. Satoru shook your head, the wet gushy sound of your cheek slapping against your gums resonating in the room.

“Say you’re sorry and I will.” Letting go of the collar, he put two fingers into your mouth, skimming over your sharp teeth and pressing down on the back of your tongue. “Say ‘sorry Toru-nii’.” He mocked you in a high pitched voice. He knew you couldn’t speak properly and that just delighted him further.

Drool began to spill out of your mouth the more he played with you, pushing his fingers far enough to make you choke on them. Grabbing the tip of your tongue with his claws, he pulled it out of your mouth and leaned forward, spitting into your open mouth with practiced ease.

“You’ll apologize sooner or later.” Letting you go, Satoru stepped off the bed and to where he was previously standing, fingers glistening with your saliva.

“Are you hungry?” Suguru asked. His expression hadn’t changed during the whole exchange, just watching gleefully from the sidelines.

“No.” Your angry eyes flicked to Satoru for a moment before settling onto the floor.

“You will be.” Kento sighed. He’d fully shrugged his suit jacket off, both it and his tie in the crook of his elbow. “I’ll make dinner.” Leaving without another word, Satoru followed suit, leaving just you and Suguru.

Rocking back and forth on his heels, Suguru has the nerve to have an air of innocence around him. Twiddling his thumbs like an embarrassed high schooler about to confess, he bites his lip when he looks at you.

“I’m glad to have you back.” He says, just barely able to hide the bursting happiness in his chest. He doesn’t recoil at the glare you send him, his smile only gets bigger. “You’re so cute when you’re mad, you know.”

He takes a step forward, and your lip curls in anger.

Another step, and you scurry to the back of the bed, against the wall and plushies.

You’re fully hissing by the time his legs press against the bed. Fingers curled, you’re ready to swipe at him if he tries to grab you and you watch him closely as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

“You never used to hiss at me...did something happen while you were away?” Pouting at you, Suguru fiddles with the blanket. Even with his supposedly relaxed demeanor, you can see the way his arms are flexing beneath his clothes.

His arm slowly reaches out to you, just grazing the skin on your legs before you tuck them under yourself. Trying again to grab onto your leg, Suguru does startle a little when your hand comes down and you swipe your claws on the back of it.

“That’s not very nice.” His skin is pebbling red and there’s a few dots of blood on his skin. Shaking his head, Suguru stands up and rubs the back of his hand, giving you a disappointed look.

There’s a mumble of Kento-nii as Suguru turns on his heels and leaves the room, closing the door and locking it with a soft click. Still on edge from the encounter, you don’t uncoil yourself until you hear Satoru and Suguru downstairs and the clinking of dishes.

The sun is completely down when someone visits you again. Your stomach has started to growl, but it’s a dull ache that you can manage to ignore for now. Trying not to appear too eager at who it might be, you only look at who enters through the corner of your eye.

Kento walks in with his styled hair tousled, like he’d been running his fingers through it a few good times. It’s not often you see him in casual clothes, but now he’s in gray sweatpants and a fitted t-shirt.

You stay perfectly still as he flicks a lamp on and takes a seat on the bed. There’s something clenched in his fist and you can’t see what. The wide expanse of his back is intimidating, getting larger with every deep and even breath he takes.

“I saw you scratched Suguru.” Kento finally breaks the silence between you and finally uncurls his fist to reveal the brown leather belt in his hands. It looks like the one he had on just a couple hours ago.

“K-kento-”

“And you still haven’t apologized to Gojo. Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl, or do you still want to be difficult?” With a sidelong glance, he doesn’t give you much time to consider. Reaching over, he grabs the collar by the metal and tugs you onto your hands and knees to face him.

His eyes dip down to the front of the shirt that’s drooped considerably off your frame, exposing your breasts to him. Tearing his eyes away, Kento unhooks the leash and forces you to lay across his lap, ass perched up as your stomach digs into the tops of his thighs.

“Kento-nii…” You whine high in the back of your throat, fingers curling around the blanket in fearful anticipation of the pain about to come. Kento doesn’t say anything, wordlessly pushing up the shirt until it’s pooling on your mid-back.

“You have to count them or I’ll start over.” Smoothing his hands over your ass, he curls your tail around his fingers and runs it through them.

“No, please.” Trying to shuffle out of his lap only earns you a hard smack on the ass from his hand. “Ow!” Lurching forward, you nearly slide off him and onto the floor before he catches you by the hips and puts you back in place.

“You don’t get to say no to this.” Kento almost sounds angry, the usual apathetic tone in his voice slipping away. Wrapping the belt securely around his hands, Kento delivers the first smack swiftly, his other hand making sure to hold you in place.

“Ow!”

“What do you say?” There’s already tears brimming in your lashes and you’re struggling for the words, and Kento spanks you again. “Don’t test me, kitty.”

“One!” You shout, looking over your shoulder at him pathetically. “K-kento-nii, I-” He cuts you off with another spank, quirking his brow as he waits for you to speak. “T-two.”

“So you can follow directions.” There’s a barely there roll of his eyes and he does it again, giving you two smacks in a row.

“Three, four.” Dropping your head to the mattress, your voice warbles as you continue to count. There’s no method to how Kento spanks you, sometimes doing multiple in a row and spreading them out over your ass and the tops of your thighs.

“That makes twenty and we only had to start over twice.” Kento is pleased with the achievement and there’s a soft smile on his face as he watches you sob into the mattress. Letting go of you, he unwraps the belt from his hand and rubs his palm over your hot, stinging skin.

His hand squeezes the aggravated flesh, digging the tips of his claws into the growing welts in your skin. Pushing apart your shaking legs, Kento runs a finger through your slit, the tip of his claw grazing your opening making you clench around nothing.

“Maybe I could give you a reward for being such a good girl.” He’s speaking to himself at this point, you’re too distraught to listen or care. You just let your thighs be pushed to accommodate the size of his hand between them.

Finding your clit, Kento presses firmly on the bud, circling his finger around and gauging your reaction. He holds his breath to hear even the slightest moan or whine from you that’s not out of pain, and even though you don’t want to, you give it to him.

The lingering pain in your body has clouded your mind, confused you to what other feelings you should be having in this moment. The pleasure Kento is giving you, rubbing your clit quickly with two fingers, is a feeling you greedily drink up.

Arching your back, you turn your head to look at him. Kento catches your gaze, raising his other hand to cup your cheek and wipe your tears away with his thumb. Even though he’d just inflicted so much pain on you, the tenderness he showed now had you reeling.

“What a good little sister.” He coos as you cum with a few hiccuping moans. His fingers slow down as your body relaxes but he doesn’t fully withdraw his hand from your cunt. Swirling his fingers around and collecting your release, he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean.

“Kento-nii.” Wiping your eyes childishly, you groan as he moves you off his lap and back onto the bed.

“Sshh, I’ll bring you dinner.” Giving you a kiss on the forehead, Kento grabs the discarded belt and leaves the room. Laying alone in the bed, you try to calm your racing heart and the hiccupped cry that just won’t seem to stop.

When Kento returns, he feeds you slowly. His cooking has never been one to disappoint and you gladly devour it, the warmth spreading in your belly pushing you to fully calm down. Rubbing his hand on your back, Kento calls you little sister freely and tells you about his day at the office. It’s almost like before, when he’d seat you on his lap while he was having a late night cup of tea and talk to you about how boring working was.

“Love you.” Kissing both your cheeks, Kento leaves almost thirty minutes after your plate is cleared. He’s rubbed lotion on your skin, not apologizing for his actions but helping you feel better about them.

There isn’t a clock on the wall but you can tell it’s late at night. You were engulfed in darkness now, Kento having turned the light off before he left. Crawling under the blankets, you’re tired after your punishment.

The sliding of the lock pricks the edges of your senses and you hold your breath. You already know who it is that’s coming to see you. Old habits die hard, especially when you make no move to break them.

“Sugu-nii.” You whine in protest, already shuffling over to make room for the large fox. Closing the door softly, he’s practically vibrating with happiness as he climbs into your bed.

“I heard you took your punishment well.” Wrapping his arm around your middle, Suguru forces you to turn over and face him. With the weight of his arm back around your waist, it’s like nothing has changed. It’s just like before when he’d crawl into your bed after a long night of studying and pass out.

“Yeah.” Too tired to truly put up a fight, you keep your eyes closed. You can find solace in the darkness behind your eyelids, not your older brother staring at you and grinning like a fool.

“Good girl.” Pulling you closer, you can feel his breath fanning against your lips before he kisses you. He’s never kissed you fully on the lips before and it has your eyes widening in shock.

“Sugu, wait-” Pushing against his cheek, you break the kiss for only a second before he’s pushing you to lay on your back. The pressure from the bed on your sore backside has you scrambling. “Ow, please not there.”

His face says it all, whatever plan he has in his head is working just like he wants. With a knowing grin, Suguru lays on his back and hauls you to lay on top of him. Pushing his hands under your shirt, he cups your ass softly, barely laying his hands on the still angry skin.

“Kiss me.” He whispers into the dark, easily finding your lips again. Kissing you softly, the swipe of his tongue against your bottom lip makes you purse your lips together tighter. Pinching right on a welt, Suguru shoves his tongue into your mouth when you yelp.

You can feel his sharp teeth grazing your lips and bumping into your own teeth as he pushes his tongue in, invading your mouth and claiming it for himself. His heart is beating hard underneath you, his tail lazily slapping against the bed.

His hands skim down your legs, parting them and wrapping them around his hips. In only a pair of loose sweats, you can clearly feel the bulge of his cock in them. It only takes one uncomfortable shift of your body to have him rocking up against you.

“Little sister…” He sighs against your mouth, pecking the corner. Planting a firmer grip on your hips, Suguru pushes his feet into the mattress and begins to hump you, soft pants falling from his mouth.

“Sugu-nii, stop.” You whine, balling your fists and gripping his clothes as he moves you. Dragging your sex against the front of his pants, the fabric brings rough friction on your clit, making you wet despite yourself.

Suguru ignores your little whimpers telling him to stop, they only spur him on if anything. Stopping for just a moment, he yanks his sweats down his thighs so you can hump against his underwear.

“Fuck-” Suguru nearly shouts the word. He can feel the heat from your cunt on his clothed cock, your lips molding around the shape of him without him having to do much. Throwing his head back into the pillow, Suguru sets a steady rhythm.

Dropping your head into the crook of his neck you squeeze your eyes closed, a shameful burn washing over you the same time pleasure shoots up your spine. You shouldn’t be enjoying this, he was your kidnapper, your adoptive brother, and yet here you were moving your hips in tandem with his.

“I love you.” Suguru says breathlessly, his voice tilting into a high whine at the end. “God, I love you so fucking much.” The bed is creaking loudly underneath him and you just know the other two can hear as well. “J-just wanna- I’m gonna breed you-”

“Sugu-nii, we can’t.” It wasn’t possible between you two, the difference in biology was too great. But Suguru didn’t care, as evident as him thrashing his head against the pillow.

“Yes! We- we can! I’m gonna breed you! My little...little sister.” One of his hands comes up to hold the back of your head against him, raking his nails against your scalp almost lovingly. “I love you so much I want you to have my- my-” He can’t even get the words out anymore.

But it’s not like you can really hear him over the sounds of your own whines, the bed creaking and his incessant panting. Your thighs are starting to burn the longer you go on, but chasing your high has made you delirious, pushing through it to get something nice out of this.

It only takes a few more drags of your clit against him to get you to cum, your balled up fists beating against his chest a little as you do. Suguru keeps going, a sobbing moan racking his chest as he hears you cum.

“So beautiful- m’little sister so perfect.” His words are slurred and his hips are moving overtime trying to prolong the moment. But he can’t stave off his orgasm any longer and it hits him like a train.

A few loud choking gasps fall from Suguru as his whole body tenses up and you feel the warm rush of cum shooting out of him and seeping into his underwear. He’s holding you so tightly it’s like he’s going to break every bone in your body.

When he finally calms down, you can hear him crying softly.

“Sugu-nii…” Pulling your head away, it’s shocking to see the display of emotion on his face. There’s a gentle stream of tears from both eyes, his lips quivering violently as he looks at you with so much adoration it makes your heart ache.

“I’m sorry, I just- I missed you so much.” Rubbing the back of your head now, Suguru sniffles childishly.

“Sugu-nii, don’t cry.” It’s unknown what possesses you to do this, but you lift a hand and wipe his tears away gently. For as long as you’ve known him, your brother has never cried in front of you. There had been times where you heard him crying after a particularly hard day at university or if he got physically injured, but you never saw it.

“Don’t cry, please, it’s okay.” Whispering into the dark, you kiss the corner of his lip and then his damp cheek. He chuckles through his crying, catching the hand still wiping his face.

“I should be doing that to you, not the other way around.” Lacing your fingers together, Suguru kisses your hand. Taking a few deep breaths, he slowly pushes you off of him and sits up. “I’ll go get cleaned up.”

Silently, you watch him leave the room. The sheets are hot from the friction your bodies had created and you’re suddenly aware of the light layer of sweat sticking to your skin. The distant sound of a faucet running can be heard as you fix the pillows and blankets.

Suguru comes back a few minutes later, tears dry and in a new pair of underwear. Immediately cuddling up to you as he lays back down, he sighs contently and rests his hand right above the curve of your ass, playing with your tail between his fingers.

“I love you so much, (Y/N).” He whispers into your ear, giving a kiss at the base of it. You can’t find the words to say back to him, you’re not sure what would happen if you said them and you’re pretty sure you wouldn’t mean them if you did, so instead you push your head into his chest and hum.

“Goodnight, Sugu-nii.”

“Goodnight my love.”

When you wake up in the morning, you’re alone. There’s not a sound in the house, not even the creak of floorboards downstairs to alert you to someone else's presence. Your collar is still on as tight as ever, the leash hooked onto it and wrapped around the bed post again.

Sitting up on your elbows, there’s a note on the bedside table waiting for you. It’s folded up so neatly you can tell Kento left it.

‘Gojo will be by at lunch. Be good.’

His handwriting is crisp and neat, the last two words punctuated with a bold underline. There’s a threat behind those words, one that your body still remembers from the other day. Folding the note back up you put it where it was left and hobble to your feet.

First trying the door, it’s unsurprising that it’s locked. Jiggling it a few times does nothing but rumble the frame. Quickly giving up, you set your sights on the rest of the room. The desk is a brand new pristine white, the chair a plush pink little number should you ever choose to sit on it.

There’s a few knick knacks from your old room, things you recognize surrounded by a sea of unfamiliarity. The drawers of the desk are empty, not even a single pencil left for you to play with.

Trying the windows next, they’re locked just as tightly as the door is. Looking down at the backyard, it’s pretty spacious with fresh cut grass and some lawn furniture spread out. The second window sees out to the quiet suburban street below where not a single person is walking by.

This isn’t just not the house you grew up in, the whole neighborhood is foreign to you. The street signs you can see aren’t registering in your head, no location is coming to mind when you read them. Suguru said he was taking you home, but where exactly is that?

Left with little choice, you pace back and forth in the room. There’s nothing here to really entertain you, just an obscene amount of plushies and some frilly clothes in the wardrobe.

“(Y/N), I’m here!” Satoru shouts as he opens the door. He always loved announcing his presence to you because he’d trained you to come running and hug him tightly whenever he came over to the house.

You still felt that urge today, walking closer to the door in anticipation before catching yourself and lightly slapping your cheeks. It was embarrassing that they’d managed to instill such behavior in you so well that it pervades your mind even now.

Waiting by the window, your skin tingles with goosebumps when Satoru opens the door. Dressed in what he called ‘boring business attire’ Satoru sauntered in and swiftly closed the door.

“How is my little sister today?” He cooed at you like you were a baby, wiggling his fingers cutely. His eyes flick to your collar, absent of it’s leash, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Fine.” Shuffling awkwardly on your feet, you don’t know what to say. Usually you’d be hugging him right now, asking how his day at the office was and if he wanted to play a video game with you before dinner.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes.” Answering him quietly, you expect him to leave the room to go get food, or maybe take you with him to the kitchen. But Satoru is just standing there with his fluffy white tail swinging back and forth, his sunglasses perched atop his head. “What?”

“Don’t you have something to say to me?” He asks, raising a brow and waiting for you.

“What-” You’d almost forgotten about drugging him, but as you take a step back and your ass grazes the wall, you’re suddenly reminded. Satoru grins when your eyes raise a fraction and he waits smugly.

“Go on, say it.” He’s got an easy smile on his face, yet the way his body is tensed up is giving another signal.

“I…” Swallowing thickly, the longer you looked at Satoru the more you were reminded of the things he said at the club and how nonchalant he was about describing your parents murder. Biting your lip, you shook your head and his tail drooped.

“Hm, you won’t?” Tilting his head with a hum, Satoru looked you up and down. “I’ll give you another chance, kitty. Apologize to me or I might just have to take what I want.”

“No.” Shaking your head again sealed your fate.

“You really are something.” Backing you fully up against the wall, Satoru pushed his chest against you and smacked his hand down on the wall next to your head. A thick silence settles between you as your breath mingles. The goosebumps on your flesh prick harder now out of fear and your hands come up in front of you to try and keep some semblance of personal space.

“Toru-nii!” You gasp as his other hand comes up to rest heavily at the base of your throat, pushing the collar up so his fingers can wrap around your neck. Satoru chuckles darkly, his sharp teeth poking out from behind his lips.

“You always did sound cute when you were afraid.” Satoru loved to make you watch scary movies with him just to hear you whine and complain in his lap. His hand squeezes your throat lightly, just enough pressure to make you squirm uncomfortably.

Shoving his knee between your legs, Satoru presses his thigh firmly against your sex. Taking off his glasses and tossing them onto the desk, he leans down and kisses you, immediately sinking his teeth into your lower lip.

“Toru-nii, that hurts.” You manage to pull your mouth away from him just long enough to feel the metallic tang of blood on the tip of your tongue. Grunting in reply, Satoru forces your mouth on his again, lapping at your irritated lip before pushing past it and tangling his tongue with yours.

Overtaking your senses, you struggle to keep upright. Between the jerky movements of his thigh between your legs and the sheer volume of his upper body leaning over you, it’s too much to take in. Pushing against his chest to try and create distance between you doesn’t work, and Satoru smacks your hands away.

“You’re gonna make it up to me, little sister.” Satoru’s tone of voice scares you, makes your ears stand on end from how low it is. His eyes are clouded over with lust and something else just beneath the surface, something that makes your knees lock up.

“What’re you-” Stumbling forward as he moves back, Satoru stops you from falling by catching you by the collar.

“Since you won’t apologize with words there’s something else you can do.” Flashing you a sadistic grin, Satoru all but tosses you onto the floor and leaves you there. Taking a seat on the bed with his legs stretched out onto the floor, he leans back on his hands and looks at you.

He’s looking at you expectantly with a bulge in his pants that’s impossible to miss or ignore. Flicking his chin down towards it, he has to bite his lip to stop himself from smiling even bigger when you fumble to stand on your knees.

“C’mere little kitty, I know you know what I want.” Satoru hooks his finger at you, beckoning you closer. There’s no amount of pitiful looks or desperate little whimpers you can give him that will change the situation you’re in, and making him wait too long would only end badly.

Biting your tongue, you crawl to him and sit between his open legs. Resting your hands on his thighs, you rub up and down to try and soothe the nervousness in you.

“I’ve never...done this before, Toru-nii.” It truly was your first time, Suguru had made sure of it. He stopped any potential romances you ever could have had, even ones where you didn’t see any romantic potential yourself.

“Don’t worry, I’m a great teacher.” Taking one of your hands off his leg and onto the front of his pants, Satoru doesn’t need to tell you to undo them. Shimmying his pants down his thighs, Satoru lets his cock free as well.

As soon as it’s out, it slaps against his stomach. Already dripping precum, the length makes you swallow thickly. There’s a trim patch of white hair at the top of his pubic bone and his cock is the same color as the rest of him, only the tip is a nice rouge.

“Go ahead little sister, take a lick.” Satoru grabs your jaw, already impatient and rushing you to put your mouth to use.

“Okay, okay.” You can’t shrink out of his hold, his claws dig into your skin too much. Bracing yourself on his thighs, you let your tongue loll out of your mouth and flick the tip of his cock.

There’s an immediate reaction to your action: Satoru twitches and his cock jumps, bouncing against your lip as his stomach contracts. It feels kind of good to know that such a small thing made him react that way, and it bolsters you with enough confidence to do it again.

“Now open your mouth a little more and suck on the tip.” Letting go of your jaw, he leans back to watch you work. Nodding, you do as you’re told and open your mouth. Taking the tip of his cock past your lips, you know enough to keep your teeth away.

Hollowing your cheeks, you keep your eyes locked on Satoru’s face to see his reaction as you suck. Your tongue rests against the tip, the unfamiliar taste of his precum coating the slimy muscle and making drool pool in your mouth.

“Take a little more in baby, it won’t hurt you.” He says it so gently, rubbing a hand at the base of your ears, that it almost feels like you two are dating. With an encouraging hum, Satoru helps you go down on him, putting a little more in your mouth until his length fills you and you have to stop him from hitting your throat.

“Shit, is that all you can take?” Satoru grunts and it’s unclear whether he’s happy about it or not. You don’t even have half his cock in your mouth yet and you already have to stop, reminding yourself to swallow so you don’t soak him completely in saliva.

Sitting up a little, Satoru quickly grabs something from his back pocket with his free hand: his phone. Pushing you down as you try to remove your mouth from him, you can’t stop him from taking a few pictures of you in the compromising position.

“Toru-nii, don’t!” He finally lets you up after a bit of struggling and you immediately try to take his phone away. “D-don’t take pictures of me!”

“But I want to save the memories.” He whines like a child, taking a few more and then tossing the device onto the bed.

“Delete them!” Reaching for the phone, you barely get a few centimeters towards it and Satoru is grabbing both your hands and pinning them to the mattress.

“Do what I tell you and maybe I will.” He squeezes your hands in a crushing hold for a few seconds before letting them go. Your fingers throb painfully but you have no time to soothe them; Satoru is already dragging you back to his cock.

You give him a lasting look before putting your mouth back on him, sucking the length of his cock you can fit comfortably in your mouth. Resting your hands at the base of his cock, you were content with the pace you set.

But Satoru wasn’t. He quickly grew bored of only seeing you take half of his cock. Grabbing his phone in one hand, he angled it down to your face as he put the other hand behind your head.

“C’mon little sis, you can do better than that, can’t you?” He asks softly, starting to push your head further down, the tip of his cock hitting your throat and trying to push past it. You start choking immediately, nostrils flaring as you try to pull away and breathe properly.

Satoru keeps a firm grip on your head however, only letting you get a few inches of reprieve before he pushes down again. Unused to the sensation you’re already feeling lightheaded, barely remembering to breathe through your nose.

“Be a good girl for me.” Satoru huffs, forcing you up and down his cock much faster than before. Unhinging your jaw doesn’t let much air flow into your mouth, if anything it only makes him go faster.

Tears blur your vision and drip down your face in messy lines, snot beginning to materialize at your nose. Satoru doesn’t take notice of the way your claws are digging into his skin, either that or he just doesn’t care. He especially doesn’t care after he forces his cock as far as it’ll go and you start to beat on his thighs.

“Fuck-” Drawing out the word, Satoru nearly drops his phone from the ripple of pleasure going up his spine. The click of your throat against the tip of his cock is enough to make him think he’ll cum early. “Kitty, you won’t mind if I…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence, only leans over and props his phone on the nightstand. The blurry outline of you and him shines on the screen, and you'd knock the phone down if you weren’t struggling to focus on breathing. With both hands free, Satoru holds your head with both hands and sits up properly, back slightly bowing so he can look down on you.

The first thrust up into your mouth takes you by bitter surprise and your stomach lurches in turn, the fear of potentially vomiting on Satoru coming to the forefront of your mind. The second thrust, you still aren’t prepared for and just barely keep yourself from clamping your teeth down onto his cock.

By the third thrust you’ve learned to give up what little control you’re trying to salvage. Letting your mouth hang open, you can’t care anymore about soaking the front of Satoru’s pants in your spit. All you can think about is breathing, no matter how hard that might be.

“Fuck, what a- a good girl you are.” Satoru can barely breathe himself, but for a different reason. His stomach is tight, all the muscles in his body are tensed painfully as he fucks your mouth. This is something he’s been dreaming about ever since he met you, ever since you sat on his lap for the first time and told him how much you loved big brother Toru-nii.

The strain in your neck is nearly as bad as your jaw as Satoru uses you for his own gain. Your fingers are cramping as they continue to dig into his thighs, the smooth expanse of skin threatening to break from how hard you're gripping him.

“Shit-” Cursing angrily, Satoru holds you down on his cock. There’s no warning from him as he shoots cum down your throat, only slight thrusts up as he does it. You have no choice but to swallow it all, the motions of your throat making Satoru grind into you a bit more.

As soon as Satoru lets you go, you’re collapsing onto the ground and gasping for air. Throat fucked completely raw, you can’t even make a sound as you sob and try to wipe away the snot that’s dripped down your face.

“Made me cum so quick, are you sure this is your first time?” Satoru jokes, tucking himself back into his pants and standing up. Looking down at your crying form, Satoru doesn’t have a lick of remorse on his face.

“T-tor-” Trying to speak is far too painful and Satoru grins at your inability to do it. Scooping you up under the armpits, he pulls you onto the bed with a pleased hum.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you just said sorry.”

“M’sorry.” It’s too late now, far too late, but you still say it and Satoru still grins at you.

“I know you are.” Kissing you on the forehead, he stands up and walks to the door. “See you after work, little sis.” Waving goodbye over his shoulder, Satoru leaves the room. Too upset to care about the rumble in your empty stomach, you turn to face the wall and sleep off what just happened.

You don’t wake until there’s a tugging on your collar. Opening up puffy, bloodshot eyes, they follow the line of the leash up to who’s holding it.

“Sugu-nii?” Letting yourself get pulled up and out of bed, the light of the hallway burns your eyes when you enter it.

“It’s time for dinner.” He hums, playing with the leash between his fingers. “Since you were so good for Toru-nii, I thought it’d be a nice reward for you to eat with all of us.” Taking a pause, Suguru looks at you over his shoulder. “Wouldn’t that be nice, (Y/N)?”

“Yes.” Your voice is still a little rough and your hand flies up to rub at your throat. Suguru doesn’t say anything, only chuckles under his breath. Leading you down the stairs, he keeps a tight hold on the leash as you go from the bottom step to the dining table.

Kento and Satoru are already there, Satoru waiting at the set table while Kento does a few finishing touches on dinner in a plain black apron. There are only three chairs at the table, and Satoru doesn’t offer to have you sit on his lap.

“Where do I…” You trail off, looking at everyone in the room as they avoid your curious gaze.

“You’ll sit on the floor until you prove you’re a good girl.” Kento is the one to answer your question as he sets the last of the food on the table.

“But-”

“Don’t argue. Only good little girls get to sit at the table, and you’ve yet to prove you can be good.” His voice is firm, dripping with authority that you wouldn’t have dreamed of challenging before.

“Kento-nii, I-”

The rebuttal you had was snatched away by the sharp yank of the leash, cutting your air off as Suguru pulled high up by his head.

“Little kitty, listen to your big brother please.” He sang the words but the way Suguru was looking at you and choking you with the collar told his true nature. Loosening his hold once he was sure you wouldn’t speak again, Suguru led you to a corner of the wall by the table where a cushion was waiting for you.

They were at least nice enough to give you a plate and utensils instead of making you eat out of a dog bowl like Satoru jokingly suggested. None of them addressed you as the meal progressed, not sparing you a single glance or second thought.

Your plate was cleared long before theirs and although you wanted to get up and put your plate away, maybe attempt to either go back to your room or slide into the conversation, you sat completely still on the cushion, fiddling with the edges of it and simply waiting.

“(Y/N).” Kento snapped his fingers, catching your attention as he stood up. “Help me with the dishes.” Standing up slowly, you gathered the empty plates Kento put into your hands and walked to the sink.

You only stood alone at the sink for a few minutes, filling the sink with hot water over the dishes and gathering soap on the sponge, before Kento came and slinked in behind you. Putting his arms around you, he slid his fingers through yours and held them tightly under the water.

“Missed you.” He whispered in your ear, laying his cheek atop your head and nuzzling into you. His whole body wrapped around you, his chest greatly expanding with air as he inhaled your scent and rocked you slightly. “Everything will go back to normal soon, promise.” You weren’t sure if he was saying that for you or for him, but you didn’t get the chance to answer.

“Aw, look at you being all soft.” Satoru giggled behind you, going up to the fridge and grabbing two beers.

“Fuck off.” Kento growled, whipping his head around to glare at the intruder. Slinking away with a vicious giggle, Satoru could be heard talking to Suguru about what he just saw. Heaving an annoyed sigh, Kento unwound one hand from yours and started to clean the dishes.

Working quietly together, Kento kept himself pressed against you the entire time. He didn’t speak much, occasionally giving you a kiss on the head or taking a dirty pan from you to leave it to soak. When the sink was clear and your fingers were properly wrinkled, he stepped back and grabbed the leash you’d managed to forget about.

Following him out of the kitchen, you glanced at Satoru and Suguru sitting together on the couch playing some game you could never quite get the hang of no matter how many times they tried to teach you.

“Oh, time for a bath already.” Suguru glanced at the two of you and tossed his controller onto the couch. Standing up and cracking a few bones, Suguru took the leash from Kento and led you up the stairs.

Ever since Suguru’s interest in you turned more obsessive, bathing yourself became something you grew to detest. He would often find some way to barge in while you were taking a shower, trying to sneak peeks at your naked body all lathered up and sometimes trying to join you. Even after locking the door, he still found ways to pick it when he could and leer at you through the crack in the door, and you were pretty sure he installed a few hidden cameras as well. And during the times he didn’t actively snoop on you, he would be waiting in your room for you to come in clad in only a towel.

This time was no different. There was already a clean towel waiting for you in the bathroom, and your favorite products all lined up on the counter that Suguru was leaning on. Unclipping the leash, he was gentle in undoing the collar.

“Would you rather take a bath or a shower?” He whispered, already grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it off.

“Bath.” Folding your arms over your chest did little to truly preserve your modesty, but it was better than nothing. Nodding, Suguru turned the tap on and the roar of the water filled the air. For a brief moment, you hoped he would just be content with sitting on the closed toilet lid and watching you, but you should have known better.

As the tub was filling up, Suguru began to take his clothes off as well, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Steam clouded in the air, making the fur of your tail and ears damp and clump together.

“I got you something from that store you really like.” Suguru digs into the medicine cabinet for a moment, pulling out a deep purple bath bomb with specks of gold glitter. He grins widely at you before dropping it into the tub where it sinks to the bottom with a ‘thunk’.

When the bath is full enough and the powder halfway dissolved, Suguru nudges you gently into the tub. You’ve tried to stay out of his line of sight as the water poured into the tub, but now you were on full display as you climbed in and he followed suit.

Holding your breath, Suguru climbs in after you. His fluffy tail immediately soaked up the water, the fur getting weighed down and heavy. Pulling you flush against his open legs, you can feel his soft cock resting on your lower back.

“Isn’t this nice?” Suguru whispers, the only sound to offset the silence is the occasional drip from the faucet. Swishing the purple water between his fingers, Suguru wraps an arm just under your breasts.

The gold glitter sticks to your fingers when you move them through the water and bring them up to the surface. The scent of the bath bomb is nice enough, truly one of your favorites, but it didn’t bring you any peace like it usually did.

You couldn’t relax and Suguru could tell. You refused to lean your back onto his chest, and whenever he tried to intertwine your fingers together you slipped out of his grasp. Leaning your head away from him, the water just barely brushed your collarbones.

“You’re awfully quiet, little sister. Something on your mind?” Running a wet hand down your back, Suguru lets his claws graze your skin and leave goosebumps.

“No.” The word slips from your mouth and for a moment you’re not sure he heard you because there’s no immediate response. But Suguru is always listening to you and he definitely heard you.

“Hm, then why don’t you try and relax?” The arm under your breasts tightens and Suguru yanks you effortlessly back onto him. Pushing your head to lay on his chest, Suguru peers over your shoulder down the expanse of your naked body.

“Stop.” Scrambling to clench your legs closed and cover yourself, the heat from the water only adds to the burn in your cheeks.

“Shouldn’t I get to see how my little sister grew up? You’ve become quite beautiful, you know.” His other hand rests on your knee, fingers splaying out and, if he really tried, he could wrap almost your entire leg in his hand. “But, you’ve always been beautiful, ever since we met.”

Giving you a kiss on the side of your head, Suguru wrenches your legs apart with one swift motion. You barely have time to make a sound let alone react, and Suguru is already shoving his hand between your legs by the time you do.

“Sugu-nii!” Clutching his wrist, you try in vain to yank him away from cupping your sex with his hand. “Don��t- don’t touch me there!” Digging your claws into his arm, you let out a low whine.

“Don’t be so shy, I need to check down there. You were gone for so long, who knows what you were up to.” Laughing softly at your discomfort, Suguru slips two fingers into your slit, the warm water helping his fingers glide along your cunt.

“I’m still a virgin if that’s what you’re worried about.” Craning your head up to the ceiling, you can’t stand to look at his hand moving between your tightly clenched thighs.

“Mmm I still think I should check.” Keeping you untouched was one of Suguru’s life missions. He was distraught when you told him you’d had your first kiss, utterly shattered when you mentioned potentially having a crush on the person. After that singular moment, he vowed to ruin any potential romance and to stop you from ever having sex with someone he didn’t approve of.

Swirling his fingers around your clit, Suguru chuckled as he made your legs twitch. He knew the motion was purely automatic, but he still took it for all it was worth. Pressing more firmly against it, his other hand snaked up to wrap around one of your breasts.

A soft sigh escaped your lips and you clenched them tightly together. Suguru heard it, how could he not? It was all he needed to keep going, not that he would have stopped even if you asked.

“Pretty little girl you are.” He hummed, tweaking your nipple gently in his fingers. Prodding your entrance with one finger, he quickly retracts it when you let out a pained whine. “Just checking, just checking.”

“I wasn’t lying.” You huff, once again trying to squirm out of his hold.

“And for that you deserve a reward, don’t you think?” His fingers are already rubbing your clit under the water, sloshing and splashing some of it onto the ground. Keeping his lips firmly pressed against your head, Suguru groans deeply in his chest.

“Sugu-nii...please…” Screwing your eyes closed, you’re not sure what you’re asking for. For him to stop? For him to keep going? Based on the way your hips are grinding against him, you can easily find the answer.

Suguru’s ministrations are deft, like he’s done this countless times before. And perhaps he has on other women, and that thought bitterly crosses your mind for a moment, but it’s dashed out just as quickly when he pinches your clit.

“Moan my name when you cum.” His breathing is ragged, almost as if Suguru is going to cum as well. Nodding drunkenly, only a supply of soft moans fall from your mouth. The hands that were gripping his arm have fallen slack and to the wayside, one of them gripping the side of the tub.

Turning your head to bury your face into his neck, you inadvertently press open mouthed kisses onto him as you pant and moan. Your sharp teeth graze Suguru’s neck every so often and he leans into the touch, fingers working overtime on your clit.

“Su-Sugu-nii!” Pushing your face into him, you cum with a short, high pitched cry of his name. With a long groan, Suguru works you through your orgasm and presses kisses to your head.

“Good girl.” He sighs when you finally come down, relaxed and pliant in his hold now. Slowly withdrawing his hand from your cunt, Suguru leans back against the tub contently. Laying in silence for a moment, you try and push the shame away that’s creeping up from the base of your spine.

Silently, you lean forward to grab the other products still waiting untouched on the counter. Opening the body wash he’d set out, you take the cloth he’d left as well, intent on scrubbing yourself raw and cleaning away the moment you just had.

Freshly bathed, moisturized and dressed in a new oversized shirt you didn’t own an hour later, the weight of the collar put back around your neck was starting to become familiar. Back in your room, you and Suguru laid together, the soft sound of evening rain helping you fall asleep.

Waking up to the sound of a blaring smoke alarm, the previous relaxing night was ripped away from you. Bolting upright and stumbling out of bed in a dazed panic, you try the bedroom door. It’s still locked, not budging as you attempt to force it open.

“Hello?!” You scream, anxiety rising the longer the alarm goes off.

“It’s okay!” Satoru calls back to you, voice muffled and distant. He’s clearly downstairs, hopefully dealing with whatever set the alarm off. “Just cooking!” As soon as he says that, you immediately relax.

Satoru wasn’t known for being a good cook, or even a very decent one. Whenever he tried, he always ended up burning something or making the food taste horrible. Letting go of the doorknob, you were right in assuming he hadn’t changed; the smell of something burnt wafted through the vents and up to your room.

Ten minutes later, Satoru unlocked and flung open the door with excitement brimming on his face.

“I made breakfast, come on down.” Quickly clipping the leash to the collar, he practically drug you down the stairs in his eagerness for you to eat his food. Whatever was waiting for you on the dining table looked less than appetizing, your stomach churned just looking at it.

Taking a seat, Satoru wound the leash around his fingers, drawing you closer and closer until you were sitting sideways on his lap. Resting a hand high up on your thigh, Satoru pulled the plate closer.

“Doesn’t it look good?” He asked, a childish giggle behind his words.

“Sure.” You fought to keep your face neutral, but it was hard when you took the first bite and wanted to spit it out right away. Knowing Satoru though, he wouldn’t let you cook anything for yourself, wanting you to eat what he made you with a big smile.

“Do you like it?”

“Sure.” Nodding through clenched teeth, you quickly changed the subject. “Toru-nii, why aren’t you at work?”

“Took the day off. Wanted to get reacquainted with my little sister.” Squeezing your thigh with a big grin, Satoru grabbed your utensil from your hand. “And maybe later we can go to the corner store and get ice cream!”

Even though you knew you’d have to jump through some hoops before going outside, just the mere mention of leaving this house making your stomach erupt in butterflies. You ate Satoru’s bad cooking with vigor, offering to wash the dishes as soon as you were done.

Retiring to the couch, Satoru laid a blanket over the two of you as he flicked through the TV channels. Just as Satoru picked some random shitty movie to play in the background while he got down to the true fun, the mailman came.

“One sec.” Shifting you off his lap, Satoru dragged his feet grabbing the mail. There were quite a few envelopes in his hand when he returned, and a few of them you recognized from the insurance company your parents used and signed you up for.

“What’s this?” Forcing your way to his side once again, you read over the first letter. It was from your parents life insurance, stating that you were the sole inheritor of all the money in the policy.

“Looks like you got a pretty penny, baby.” Satoru grinned as he read over the next letter, one from the bank stating that all the money from your parents accounts would be transferred to you. There was also one from their will, naming you the only one that gets money from the meager stocks they’d invested in.

“Did- did you all set this up?” Remembering what Satoru had said about Kento setting up a trust fund for you, your stomach twisted into knots.

“Oh yeah, Kento is pretty smart when it comes to forging signatures and insurance documents.” Flicking the open letters onto the coffee table, Satoru opened a thick envelope, and the words at the top made your heart stop.

“Why uh, why is this letter talking about a house fire? What is this payout?” Snatching the letter from Satoru, you didn’t blink as you read over it. “Why is my address on here? Why are they talking about a fire at my address?”

You knew the answer, it wasn’t that hard to figure out. It was spelled out clear as day on the paper, that the house you’d been adopted into and grown up in had been set ablaze in some random arson attack and that you and Suguru were going to get a very large sum of money for the damages to the now unlivable abode.

You knew the answer, yet you still needed Satoru to say it aloud, confirm what you already knew.

“There might have been a little accident at your old house after you left.” Gingerly taking the letter from you, Satoru read it over himself. “If it makes you feel any better, we didn’t just set fire to your house. We did the whole street ya know, to make it more believable.”

It made sense why you were in a new home in a new neighborhood you’d never been in. He didn’t want you to be familiar with the area or try and contact the neighbors. You didn’t know where you were, all you knew was the house you were currently in.

“Now let’s watch a movie! Kento likes to handle all the file organization!” Hooking his arm around your shoulder, Satoru pulled you to his side. Your body was stiff and unyielding, frozen in shock and mind still reeling.

“T-toru-nii.” Forcing your voice to work, you stared at the opening credits. “Can we go to the store now? I’m in the mood for some- for some uhm, snacks.”

“Yeah, why not. We can have a little movie marathon.” Pausing the TV, Satoru stretched and groaned. “Go ahead and get changed in your room, I’ll wait down here.”

“Okay.” Keeping your legs as steady as possible, you went up to your bedroom. Shaking fingers picked out the least offensive clothing they left for you, a simple pair of leggings and a plain shirt and hoodie that weren’t previously owned by a very large fox.

Walking hand in hand down the street with Satoru, you tried to keep the collar around your neck hidden. He’d been gracious enough to take the leash off, stuffing it in his back pocket as a warning before exiting the house.

Being outside and breathing in the crisp air helped clear your head a little. There was only so much you could do to calm yourself in this situation, and having the wind go by and make your ears twitch was one of them.

It was a short walk to the store in question, and Satoru stayed close by you the entire time you were there. His figure lingered around you, trailing you through the aisles and sometimes keeping a few fingers hooked in your hood just in case.

Standing outside the store, Satoru had a sly grin on his face as he looked at the bag of treats in his hand. He had been unusually quiet upon leaving, and that almost always meant he was up to something.

“Hey, stay out here for a little bit, I need to go back in and get something for Suguru.” The bait was right in your face. Satoru held a lingering gaze with you out of the corner of his eye as he went back into the store. He was practically telling you to make a run for it now. To try and escape him, even though there truly was no hope of outrunning him.

It was painfully obvious what was going to happen, or at least what Satoru wanted to happen. He liked to play chase with you, running after you at the park on warm sunny days, or with snowballs in hand during winter. He always said it was just instinct to want to chase pretty little things like you.

Even though you knew you shouldn’t, you took one look at the closed doors of the store and ran for it. As you rounded the corner, you swore that the sound of Satoru’s laughter reached your ears. You willingly stepped into his trap, the most obvious one he’s ever set.

But the smidgen of hope you had of hiding from him and getting away again outweighed how stupid you felt for giving into his desires. Running through empty suburban streets close to noon, you felt like you were in a different world. None of the streets looked like ways out to a main road, and as you kept running, it felt like you were going in circles.

“Gotcha.” Satoru announced as he appeared around a corner, a crazed look in his eyes. His fur was standing on end, electrified from the adrenaline of chasing you. Grabbing your wrist as you tried to sidestep him, Satoru laughed and hugged you to his chest. “I knew you would run, I just fucking knew it.”

You had nothing to say, hanging your head limply in his hold. Satoru rocked you side to side, his racing heart struggling to calm down.

“I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t do it, that you’d be a little smarter than this and know to stay in your place. But at the end of the day, you’re just a dumb little house cat.” Releasing you, Satoru grabbed your hand tightly. “Now we can really have some fun.”

The fun Satoru mentioned didn’t come when you got back home. Stepping back through the threshold, you were ushered back into your room with a few of the snacks and left to your own devices. Satoru had made a phone call after locking the door, the exhilaration in his voice making him breathless as he walked away and babbled to whoever on the other line.

You weren’t visited for a whole day. No one came to knock on your door to feed you, there weren’t any late night visits from Suguru. It was as if they’d forgotten about you, walking past the locked door with no regard to who lay on the other side.

A full three days of isolation passed before Suguru opened the door. It was the weekend and they’d all been home all day, you could hear them moving around downstairs and Satoru certainly seemed excited about something.

Ravenously hungry, you ate the small meal he brought you immediately. Too focused on eating, you didn’t care about the slightly strange taste or the way Suguru watched you intently to make sure you ate every last drop.

“You need to change.” His eyes flitted over the clothes you still had on from your last outing. A displeased frown graced Sugurus face, and he walked over to the wardrobe and pulled open a few drawers.

You hadn’t really taken a look inside too closely at what they’d left for you. Only briefly digging around to change, there wasn’t a real need to switch up your outfits seeing as you didn’t leave the room.

“Put this on.” Turning to you, Suguru held up a pretty pink lacy bra and panties set.

“Why?” Swallowing thickly, you took the garments that were thrust into your hands.

“You’ll see. Just get changed and come out when you’re ready. You can put my shirt on over it.” Suguru spoke quickly and left the room, leaning on the door as soon as it was closed. Thumbing over the fabric, thoughts jumped in and out of your head at what he could possibly need from you in this outfit.

But something else was taking shape in your mind, a slow drip that wouldn’t leave. The tips of your fingers were tingling and your tongue started to feel heavy. Just standing up to disrobe had you lightheaded, skimming your fingers across your naked skin had you clenching your thighs together.

“Sugu-nii, open up.” You called to him, a concerned whine at the end of your voice. You’d changed just like he’d asked, and you were happy you had because you were starting to get sweaty.

“Let’s go.” He quickly undid the collar on your neck and led you down the stairs, making sure you didn’t trip on your increasingly shaky legs. Coming to the lounge room, you were greeted by Satoru and Kento, and an unknown older third man was leaning against the wall, a long skinny black tail dangling behind him.

“What a cutie.” The man chuckled, looking you over with sharp golden eyes. Planting you in the middle of the room, Suguru left you to stand on your own. Your own eyes looked back at the man, taking in the curved black ears atop his head and his wide chest.

Standing still was proving to be a struggle for you. Whatever was happening had made you delirious, all the blood seemed to be rushing straight between your legs. Just being stared at was enough to make heat burn your cheeks in an embarrassing way.

“So you said I could do anything?” Looking past you and to your brother, the man grins wide when Suguru nods his head. Stalking closer to you, you can see the scar on the edge of his lip and the very large canine teeth inside his mouth.

Speaking was also a struggle, evident in the way you couldn’t properly get any words out, only a few nondescript sounds trickled out. Shuffling back as the man got closer, you were completely enveloped in him when he opened his arms wide, taking up all the space in your vision.

“Hey little kitty-cat.” Putting a large hand on your head, he rubs your head gruffly. The sensation makes your knees buckle, tingling pleasure from his touch spreading across your upper body. “Name’s Toji.”

“He-hello.” Forcing the word out, now that he’s so close you can finally discern what animal he was, a smooth black panther. You hadn’t seen them a lot, only catching a few glances of a couple hybrids when you were at the hostess bar and they always seemed so elusive.

“Who knew you could sound so cute all drugged up like that?” Toji cooed, rubbing your head again. “You gonna introduce yourself to me? I am your brothers’ guest after all.”

“I don’t think she can.” Suguru chuckled from the couch. He, Satoru and Kento were enraptured with the scene before them. Seeing you dwarfed by their size had become something they were accustomed to, but seeing you look so tiny against an imposing figure like Toji stirred something in them.

“Poor little thing.” With a mocking laugh he dropped his hands to his sides and looked down at you. “Lets see if you can follow directions now, hm? Take this off for me.” Flicking his chin at you, he waited with bated breath.

“Sugu...nii…” Scrunching your brows together, you looked at him. Even with your mind full of nothing but the intense ache between your legs, you still had enough sense to try and figure out what was going to happen.

“Don’t be shy baby, do as he says.” Suguru made no move to come and help you or offer any explanation. Looking to Kento and Satoru, neither of them were any help.

“Don’t make me wait all day.” Toji snapped his fingers in your face, bringing you back to staring at him. He took one look at your still concerned expression and rolled his eyes. “I’ll do it for you then, princess.”

Toji wasn’t gentle when he took your shirt off, practically ripping it off your body with his sharp claws. There was a collective gasp from the couch and Toji let out a low whistle upon seeing your body in lingerie.

“You really are something, huh?” Grasping your upper arm, Toji turned you around to stare at your ass, giving your tail a sharp tug that made you keen and arch your back. “So responsive too. Good to see the drugs working.”

Wading through the thicket in your foggy mind, it all made sense now. Why you were moaning so loudly just from Toji hugging you to his body and raking his nails lightly against your skin. Why just feeling the barrel of his chest against your back had your spine tingling with nerves.

“Sugu!” Reaching out for him, you could only lean so far forward away from Toji.

“Be quiet baby, take your punishment like a good girl.” He chided, actively palming over the growing tent in his pants.

“Sugu!” Huffing again, you strained against Tojis hold.

“Hey, didn’t he say be good?” Toji quipped and smacked your thigh. The sound echoed in the otherwise quiet room, making you jump high into the air. It hurt, the force of his smack and the lingering pain after, but somewhere in you, you enjoyed it.

Turning you around, Toji wasted no time in kissing you. Grabbing your chin tightly, he forced his tongue into your mouth. Easily overwhelming you with the strength in his kiss, Toji palmed your ass roughly. Pushing you against his growing cock, he kissed you until you were so lightheaded your legs gave out.

“Ha, this’ll be too easy.” Letting you fall to the floor, Toji peeled his shirt off and cracked the bones in his neck. The cold hardwood offered no reprieve to your burning skin, and Toji quickly descended onto you.

Caging you in with his knees on either side of you, Toji grabbed both breasts, squeezing them so hard tears sprang to your eyes instantly. Your hands weakly attempted to push him away, stop him from pulling at your nipples through the sheer fabric of the bra.

“Hey, knock it off.” The slap across the face was an unexpected sensation, your head turning to the side as his palm went across your cheek. Gasping loudly, the tears that gathered at your lashes began to fall as the pain radiated across your face.

Choking out a sob, you tossed an arm over your face to shield yourself from any more. The painful treatment of your breasts was all you could focus on and you actively had to stop yourself from trying to push him away again.

“She learns quick.” Toji remarks to the group watching you with their cocks out.

“Always has.” Kento replies smoothly, like he didn’t have his pants around his knees with his half hard cock in his hand. Turning back to you, Toji rips your arm off your face.

“Don’t think you can hide from me now, little one.” Pinning your arms to your side, Toji leaned over you and bit down on the side of your neck. Screeching and arching your back, you squirmed and whined from the pain.

You could feel the light amount of blood trickle down your neck and his rough tongue lap it up. Soothing the bite, Toji went down a few inches and did it again, littering your whole neck with bites hard enough to break skin.

Moving down to your chest, he sucked angry marks into your skin, biting down a tad softer here. The drug they’d given you had perfectly done its job in making you more sensitive to touch and the trace amounts of pleasure you were getting from this weren’t enough to outweigh the pain.

“Toji.” Throwing your head to the side as he bit down on your shoulder, your breath left you when he peered back at you with his intense gaze. Leveling you with a single stare, Toji returned his attention to your chest and ripped your bra clean off your body.

“Nice fucking tits.” He smiled maliciously, squeezing them as hard as he could between his fingers. He reveled in your pained squirming and the way you couldn’t hold back moaning in pain.

Letting go of your breasts, he laid a hard slap across your chest, and then another the other way. He slapped your breasts at least ten times, not that you could keep track from the way it hurt.

Pinching and twisting your nipples, Toji wrapped one in his lips and bit down. Your hands slapped against the ground, sharp wails leaving you as he let go and bit the flesh of your breasts as hard as he had done to your neck.

“Fuck kitty, you made me so hard.” Lightly slapping your face side to side, Toji forced you to look down at his cock, now unrestrained and freed from his baggy pants. It looked massive even compared with how large his body was, and when he wrapped his hand around it you could feel the blood leave your face.

Toji ripped your panties off with one swipe, dangling the tattered fabric from his fingers before tossing it to the side where your bra was. Pushing your knees up and nearly hitting you in the face, Toji peered down at your cunt.

“So fucking wet.” He mumbled, swiping a finger up your slit and presenting it to you. “Fucking dripping, huh.”

“Sugu!” Whipping your head to the side, you looked at Suguru with wide eyes. Fear struck a chord in you, Suguru had always drilled it into your head that your virginity was something special, making you promise over and over that you would save it for the right person.

And you had strong doubts that Toji was the right person to take it.

“Calm down baby. I said this was a punishment after all, didn’t I?” Suguru was languidly stroking his hard cock, a cocky smile on his face as he drank in your apprehension.

“But- no, no!” Shaking your head hard enough to make it hurt, you cried unabashedly. This wasn’t right, you shouldn’t be having sex for the first time on a cold hardwood floor with a stranger while your brother and his friends watched.

“Yes, yes!” Toji mocked your frantic voice, landing slaps on the backs of your thighs as you began to cry. “Don’t act all high and mighty now. Your brothers sold you out to me like some cheap whore, now take what I give you.”

“No!” Sobbing now, it only got louder when Toji slapped your cunt with his full hand. Your legs shook violently as he slapped you again, putting more weight into his hand.

“God, I could listen to you all fucking day.” Toji let your legs go, slapping your cunt one last time to see you jump and writhe. Nestling between your legs, he gripped your hips and pulled you flush against him. “Be nice and loud for us now.”

Guiding the tip of his cock into your entrance, Toji thrust his cock in with one smooth motion of his hips. Bottoming out immediately, he threw his head back and sighed. This was the first time you had anything inside you besides your own fingers and to say it hurt was an understatement.

Despite how wet you were from the drug, you had no prep for the immense stretch of Tojis cock inside you. You weren’t sure if any amount of preparation would have been enough to take him, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on it.

The slow drag of his cock against your walls as he pulled out caught your attention. You were still sobbing, still shaking and clearly distraught, but nobody cared. They were all getting off on seeing Toji fuck you, all of their eyes bouncing between your face to where you were connected with him.

“Gojo you were right, I think I might cum quick.” They shared a laugh, Satoru echoing the sentiment back to him. Pushing back in, Toji held your hips tight enough to bruise them, digging painful fingerprints into your flesh that would linger for a long while after he left.

Setting a quick pace, Toji bounced you back on his cock as he thrust forward, dragging you across the floor with every motion. The sweat collecting on your skin helped it not to catch on the wood, but the glide was still irritating.

Putting your ankles on his shoulders, Toji bent your pliant body in half. He met no physical resistance from you, ignoring the way you groaned at the stretch and leaning over to put his forehead against yours.

“For a virgin you sure are flexible, maybe I’ll have to come back and have some more fun with you.” The deep rumble of his voice clouded your senses and you could feel the intensity behind his stare even as you closed your eyes tightly.

Rutting into you, the tip of Tojis cock bumped painfully against your cervix, forcing tears to drip out of your eyes with every thrust in. His entire being had completely consumed you, from the arbitrary way the tip of his tail swished against your bare thigh to the all consuming feeling of his cock pounding into you.

Getting used like a piece of meat, fucked into the very floor you’d have to walk on later, burned you with shame. Distressed moans turning into ones of burgeoning pleasure helped push that feeling even further and when you turned your head to see all three men furiously jerking their cocks, cheeks flushed red and sweat forming on their brows, you couldn’t help but wonder why they were letting this happen.

If they loved you as much as they claimed, why were they letting this man do this to you? He had slapped you all over your body, littered bloody bite marks across every inch of skin he could, and he had taken the one thing you were taught was sacred to you. Toji was nothing like your brothers, he was crass and unyielding, smacking you in the thighs as he fucked you.

He was so unlike them, the difference was astounding. The nasty words he snarled out to you, calling you a worthless little virgin and just a hole to be fucked, hurt you. Your brothers, as mean as they could be to you, would never say such nasty things. Even when Kento spanked you, he made it all better in the end.

Toji offered no happy ending, taking and taking from you until you couldn’t breathe anymore from the weight pressing down on your chest. Forcing you to kiss him, Toji growled into your mouth as he came abruptly.

Warmth flooded you, his syrupy cum smearing and coating every inch of your cunt. Grinding against you, he let your legs fall to the ground as he pulled out, his cock still rock hard. You were nearly unconscious when he finally pulled away from your lips, head falling to the side to see the three men all cumming as well.

“Y-you’re still hard?” Satoru gaped, milking his own cock for the last few drops of cum.

“Why does the little princess here have to be the only one drugged up?” Toji chuckled. Mentally and physically drained already, you were becoming practically comatose in his hold. Flipping you over onto your stomach, Toji peered down at your eyes slipping away. “Looks like she’s all tuckered out.”

Grabbing your ass, he spread your cheeks apart and revealed your puckered asshole. Spitting down onto it, he swirled his finger around it shortly, gathering up the cum and slick between your legs as added lubricant to push his finger through the tight ring of muscle.

“That’s okay, little kitty-cat, just go to sleep.” Pushing his finger all the way down to the knuckle, Toji smoothed a hand on your lower back and purred as he watched you fall unconscious. “Your uncle Toji will take good care of you.”

When you awoke again, you were back in your bed. Back in the room that wasn’t yours, in the house that you hadn’t grown up in, in a neighborhood you had no clue about. The collar was back around your neck, not as tight as before but still weighing just as heavy.

Every part of your body ached. There wasn’t a single part of you that didn’t hurt, all your muscles screamed in agony as you tried to move. There was a sharp, burning pain between your legs, raised teeth marks dotting along all the skin you touched, and your eyes were puffy and dry.

Parched beyond all belief, you struggled to grab the cup of water left on the nightstand. Nearly spilling it from how shaky your hands were, you gulped down the liquid greedily. It wasn’t enough to soothe your aching throat, but it was a start.

The sun moved across the room as you floated in and out of consciousness, casting beams of light in different directions every time you opened your eyes. There wasn’t much your body was willing to let you do, forced to just lay in bed under the fluffy blankets and wonder when someone would come to see you.

“(Y/N).” A soft whisper accompanied the slow creak of the door as it opened. The three men you’d been waiting for appeared, gentle expressions on all their faces. Suguru was the first to reach out and touch you, cupping your cheek and rubbing his thumb along your face.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked, taking a seat on your bed.

“It hurts.” You whisper back, wincing as you try and fail to sit up.

“Yeah, I bet. Uncle Toji did a number on you, didn’t he?” Suguru was speaking to you like you were a stupid child, his tone low and even.

“He did.” Barely nodding, your eyes flicked to Satoru and Kento. Satoru looked ready to jump into bed with you, his tail flicking in thinly veiled excitement behind him. Kento remained stoic, his arms crossed but his eyes never leaving yours.

“I hope now you understand how good you have it.” Kento said, the ever present sternness in his voice.

“Yeah (Y/N), men like Toji are all over the place, and one of them could have done something worse to you while you were away in Tokyo!” Satoru couldn’t help but chime in, stepping closer as he spoke.

“That’s true. We only let him have you for one night as a punishment, but think about how much worse it would be if you were still in Tokyo without the protection of your big brothers. This could have happened at that nasty little hostess bar, and it could have been much worse.” Suguru hadn’t stopped stroking your cheek the entire time he was in the room and he wasn’t about to stop now. “You don’t want guys like Toji around you, do you?”

“N...no.” Knitting your brows together, their words rattled around your skull. They weren’t exactly wrong, something much worse could have happened at the hostess bar, and you wouldn’t have your big brothers to watch over you.

Sure, the aches and pains in your body were horrible, but imagining going through the pain night after night, day after day at the hands of some random men at the red light district was much worse.

The longer you looked at all three of them, the more it made sense in your head. They had done horrible things, but the reality was that you were safe here. You didn’t have to worry about providing for yourself ever again, you had plenty of food and three people that loved you so much it hurt them to be apart from you for too long. Out in the world, anything could happen. Recounting the days you spent on the run made your stomach churn, unpleasant memory after memory coming back to you.

“You see now? You need us, (Y/N), just as much as we need you.” Drawing your attention back to him, Suguru swept his arm over to the other two. “We love you so much, we just want you to be the happiest member of the pack.”

“Of the pack…” Echoing the last words, you nodded. Pack life was important to them, it was what kept them safe and feeling secure in life. And right now, you certainly craved that security. “I want to be part of the pack.”

Large smiles erupted on all of their faces - Kento hiding his - at your words. It’s what they’d wanted to hear all along, and now everything felt complete. Sitting you up and wrapping you in a hug, Suguru was careful not to squeeze you too tightly.

“I love you (Y/N).” He said, tail thumping against the bed happily. Satoru and Kento echoed the statement, and they came to hug you as well. With all three pairs of arms around you, their warmth soothed not only the ache in your body but in your heart as well. Hugging them felt right, it felt like you were always meant to be here.

“Are you hungry? I can make you something.” Kento is the first to pull away, a light blush on his face that he tries to hide.

“Yes please.”

“Ooh, I’ll help!” Satoru throws his hand into the air as he pulls away but not before kissing you on the cheek.

“I guess I’ll help too then.” Suguru lingers around you, giving you a series of light kisses on your cheeks. “Little sister should eat well after all she’s been through.”

“We’ll be quick. Stay in bed.” Kento warns. He’s already at the door, the other two close behind him.

“I-” Your voice breaks when you try to use it and they stop before they fully exit the room.

“Hm?”

“I love my big brothers too.” Your cheeks burn a little from saying the words, and a shy giggle passes your lips. Fiddling with the blankets, you can see out of the corner of your eye that they’ve all started to blush a little.

“We love you too, little sister.” Suguru sighs, heart full to bursting. Wishing you another round of farewells, they all leave and Suguru closes the door behind him, leaving it unlocked.

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todoscript · 4 years

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seeing you dressed as a cat for your first halloween together

character: shinsou hitoshi. genre: suggestive. warnings: mature. implied sexual content.

anonymous requested: shinsous reaction to seeing reader dress as a cat for their first halloween together? maybe he’s just become brave enough and started to call her “kitty/kitten”, so reader sees how far she can push him in her costume?? 😳🤭

author’s note: didn’t mean for it to get this long, but y’know. scenario portion underneath the cut!

shinsou hitoshi

your first halloween as a couple is celebrated a year after you and class a had graduated from u.a.

shinsou and you have been together since then, starting dating after you both confessed your long time crushes enduring throughout high school before forming a committed relationship while in the spring of your hero work

for this year’s halloween, the u.a. alumni had decided on a reunion/get-together to celebrate the occasion of spooks and sweets—a longstanding tradition you all just couldn’t seem to let go of despite now being fledging heroes out on the field

yes, this year, the group was planning a festive, joint halloween party along with former class b

of course, you made a point that the two of you would definitely be there the night of the 31st

and like every halloween party, everyone knows it’d be absolute heresy not to dress up in the spirit of the event

the most challenging part, however, was choosing which costume to wear

you thought the idea would come naturally to you, that it wouldn’t be much of a problem finding the character or creature you’d like to parade into the party as

with a dash of makeup and some advice from the girls, you’re sure you could pull off any look, so long as the ensemble wasn’t too extravagant for your liking

yes, something subtle, yet enticing seemed about right—a costume, that when thrown together, read “effortless” the moment you saunter down into the party with a grin painted on lips and confidence oozing out of your presence

though as much as you’d like to impress those attending, you’d be doubtlessly lying to yourself if you weren’t extra indecisive about your attire this year due to the keen eyes of your indigo-haired boyfriend

it is your first halloween together after all, and what better way to enjoy the event than to rile shinsou up, right?

now, it was only the matter of what got him the most hot and bothered—what’d you have to wear to have his heart fluttering and every nerve in his body receptive at just a simple glance at you?

and that’s when it hits you

ah, you thought, a couple of nights before the awaited event, why didn’t i think of this sooner?

- - - - -

Shinsou arrives at the foot of your apartment door the very evening the moon begins hanging in the sky, beholding all the festivities taking place on the anticipated thirty-first of October from its darkening haven.

He nearly trips on his way there, his costume’s frayed bandages dragging behind his feet. As anyone would have guessed, Shinsou decides to tackle the event tonight as your run-of-the-mill mummy—covered head to toe in an assortment of dreary-colored wrappings. Though far from flashy, the costume gets the job done without him having to put too much effort to look presentable, and that is enough for him.

Having texted you about his arrival at your doorstep already, Shinsou lets himself in using the spare key to your apartment you gave him a couple of months ago.

“Y/n? I’m here, are you ready yet?” His voice rings across the expanse of your residence, traveling across the thresholds and penetrating through your room, muffled by the closed door.

“Not quite, but I’m almost done! Wait for me on the couch, Toshi!” He hears you yell in response. Your voice is equally stifled but heard nonetheless. As told, he plants himself comfortably on the couch in your humble living space.

Leg folded over the other, his hands naturally find themselves playing with the edges of his bandages between the minutes ticking by. He checks his phone after the fifth-minute passes, acting wary about the time and pondering how long it would take to reach the party from your current location. Though in all honesty, he never truly cared much about punctuality. Shinsou has never really been a party guy himself, but he’d parade through this shindig just for you if it made you happy. Plus, it is your first Halloween together, after all. It only feels right to indulge in the festivities this year.

Speaking of, right after he presses his phone to sleep mode, he detects the footfalls of your heels clicking against the floor. It seizes his attention to look up and greet you; however, the words barely prevail past his throat at what stands before him.

“Hey, kitten—” His pet name for you is the last discernible thing uttered. You have to giggle at the way Shinsou’s eyes widen while he rakes over your form scrupulously, absorbing every detail available in his line of vision.

You stand at the threshold of your hallway clad in a tight, dark leopard printed suit that molds perfectly against your body—emphasizing its luscious curves—and paired with a set of black cat ears perched atop your head. Your makeup is executed in a way in which the look is sophisticated yet enticing, eyelids smoked in subtle shadows, and lavish lips lined crimson. Shinsou especially doesn’t miss the faint whisker markings drawn across your cheeks.

“Yes~?” you reply playfully, tone teetering the line of innocent and mischievous as you turn around and show him a tease of a view, where he finds the cat tail hanging limply behind your beautiful ass. The way his teeth chafe the delicate skin of his bottom lip doesn’t go unnoticed as it urges you to continue playing along.

“What’s the matter, Toshi? Cat got your tongue? Your kitten’s right here,” you follow with a purr reverberating the roof of your mouth. It isn’t long until Shinsou catches on your act. There’s a shift in his violet eyes that glints darkly as you tauntingly spin your faux tail in place.

“Well come here then, kitty.” He motions you toward him in a hithering gesture. You give him a small show by swaying your hips, gliding in his direction. Drinking in your approaching form, he parts his legs, allowing you to stand between them.

Coming out of your room dressed like this, you knew what you were in for, and you’re positively elated by his reaction at your thoughtfully planned out costume.

Being that Shinsou’s few weaknesses consisted of cats and his girlfriend, it’s only natural that the man simply can’t seem to keep his hands off you, witnessing the best of both worlds before him. While his hands roam across the leopard print fabric veiled on your skin, you fiddle with the ragged bandages wrapped listlessly around his head, an amused grin on your lips.

“I see Pro Hero Mindjack decided to be a mummy this Halloween. It very much fits you, Hitoshi,” you comment. You manage to retain the stability in your voice despite Shinsou’s grabby hands pawing the back of your thighs, slowly wavering to the bottom of your ass.

“Mm, not as much as this suit fits you. Kitten, you’re absolutely gorgeous,” he says, pressing a kiss against your lower abdomen.

You continue, musing, “Oh? So I’m only gorgeous to you dressed as a cat then?”

Shinsou shakes his head coolly. “Of course not. You’re always so beautiful to me, you know that. But damn, sweetheart, you really outdid yourself tonight, dressing up as a naughty cat on Halloween. Just who gave you the idea?”

He palms the globes of your ass in his large hands, which sprouts a chuckle from you before you bend down to plant a delicate peck on his lips, mindful not to smear the freshly coated pigment on your own.

“You, of course,” you answer, honest about the appeal his pet name evoked for you to go about your choice of attire tonight. “Now come on, we have a party to get to, don’t we?”

Shinsou narrows his brows at your last statement, remembering your plans for the night. The image of you strutting down an aisle of partygoers—each of their deviating eyes staring at what’s clearly his—rubs him the wrong way. He’s never pegged himself overly possessive of you, but this costume of yours is much too delectable to be eaten up by anyone else’s eyes. So to be completely blunt, he doesn’t want to share.

As soon as you make a move to turn around to head toward the door, you’re foiled by two tattered arms wound on your waist that effectively pull you onto the couch.

Situated in the empty slot between Shinsou’s thighs, his mouth maneuvers to your right ear to whisper huskily, “Y’know… We could just celebrate Halloween together here. Alone.”

There’s an evident suggestion in his tone that you truthfully expected out of him. To his chagrin, however, you don’t allow him to indulge in his revelries yet.

“Ah-ah Mummy Man, we got all dolled up and everything—”

“Correction, kitty cat, you got dolled up, I did the bare minimum,” he counters, “and quite frankly, I wouldn’t mind getting out of these annoying bandages already.”

Aware it’s going to take a little more to get Shinsou to budge from his seat, you decide to bring out the heavy artillery.

“Yes, but we did give them our word that we’d be there…” you reason, voice sounding sweeter to his ears that he starts wavering his stance. “And I want to see everyone in all their costumes. C’mon, please?”

Damn, for a sexy little thing, you sure know how to immediately flip a switch and act all cute. And how is he to resist when you’re fluttering your long lashes and bestowing him the sanguine light in your eyes. You watch as the fight within him gradually dissipates into dust until he demurely shrugs his shoulders in defeat.

“Fine, let’s get this Halloween party over with,” he grumbles, and you tip his white flag with a kiss on his cheek when he glances away.

“Mm thanks, Toshi, I’ll make sure to reward you handsomely tonight, alright?” Your promises bloom heat in his cheeks, evolving into anticipation throughout his body.

“And who knows… maybe you can find some different usages for those mummy wrappings of yours later.”

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rainpuddle13 · 3 years

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13. teasing each other good-naturedly Ross & Demelza

Thank you for the ask, @veryflowerobservation! 💗

He was startled awake by a nudge to his hand then a sharp pain, eyes jerking open to see a white and black cat sitting on the desk looking pleased with himself. Ross yawned mightily, not having realized how tired he actually was after burning the candle at both ends for the past few weeks. He was nearing the end of his book and he wanted to make the push through to get it done, but he must have dozed off. The clock on the mantle read half past two.

“What are you doing down here?” he asked the cow kitty, Feathers was Demelza’s cat from the moment they discovered each other in the barn loft. That was near on three years ago now and he’d turned into a very lazy house cat who loved a good patch of sun and had a fetish for green peas.

Feathers miaowed in answer, his purr box starting up to rough rumble when he settled the long, lanky cat in his lap, idly scritching his ears. Ross had long given up fighting against the invasion of animals in his house - it was a losing proposition and he wanted to live in a happy home. One dog of undetermined breed, three former barn cats, a very cute hamster who loved to entertain, and a ridiculously soft rabbit all now lived under his roof - none of which technically belonged to him - his father, his wife, and his baby girl were the cause of the madness. He’d recently overheard talk of an aquarium of some sort since Julia loved their trips to the National Marine Aquarium - she was keen on the octopus and sharks.

“What is your mama going to say if she catches you?” he murmured to the cat once he’d settled down and Ross could reach to wake the laptop again. He’d obviously nodded off longer than he’d thought. “Or are you just trying to find out how the story ends before anyone else?”

Feathers, for his part, seemed unperturbed with the notion of being caught cheating since his ears were being scratched. He sighed, stretched, and went completely limp in Ross’ lap, his purring causing his entire body to vibrate. Ross went back to attempting to close out the tragic story of Jeremy Poldark, only managing a few sentences before his eyes started to drift closed again.

The next time Ross awoke it was barely light in the room. The laptop had long gone dormant again and Feathers was still snoozing in his lap. There was a steaming cup of coffee sitting on the desk and his wife was sitting on the edge of the desk, looking highly amused. She was wearing his deep blue dotted dressing gown.

“G’morning, sleepyhead,” Demelza said, one bright auburn eyebrow arching up in question.

He just took in his wife, looking stunningly beautiful in the early morning light just beginning to stream through the tall library windows. How he ended up married to her was still a mystery, but he wasn’t going to pull too hard on that thread. “Morning, my love,” he answered. “Sorry, my love, I managed to do it again.”

“You did.”

“It’s just that I'm so close.”

“I know you are which is why I don’t mind your late nights.”

“You’re a good wife,” he said, reaching to place a hand on her bare knee. Feathers made a little disparaging noise at the loss of Ross’ warm hand on his back.

She leaned down to buss his cheek with a tender kiss before sweetly stating, “But I didn’t expect to catch you cheating on me.”

“W-what?” Ross spluttered, jolting straight up, causing the cat in his lap to suddenly go from sleeping to fleeing the scene of the crime like he’d been shot out of a cannon. “I wasn’t cheating!”

“So you say,” she groused, leaning back so the dressing gown parted to expose a creamy expanse of thigh to his greedy eyes, “but it’s your loss.”

“But...but…”

“Feathers.”

“The cat?” he asked somewhat confuzzled.

“You claim you don’t like him,” she hrumphed, “and yet I find him down here with you, in your lap. Was it all night?”

“I don’t know,” he answered hastily, not sure if she was toying with him or if she was actually miffed. It was early and he hadn’t had a cup of coffee yet. “He woke me around two. He bit my hand to wake me up and insisted on getting my lap… I don’t like that flea bag all that much. I mean I do like Feathers, but not on me or around me…”

Demelza’s stern demeanor dissolved into mirth, her whole body shaking with her laughter. “Oh, Ross,” she said with absolute glee, bending down once more to kiss him silly, “you’re so adorable when you think you’re in trouble!”

He eyed her with narrowed eyes, his mouth set in a firm frown. “I don’t think I like you anymore.”

“Is that so?” Demelza inquired, sliding off of the desk to put some distance between them. He could see she was having trouble reining in her smirk. She had the upper-hand in their marriage. They both knew it. He was just thankful she didn’t take advantage of it more.

“Yes.”

“Well, that’s too bad,” she said with a sigh. “I was going to tell you to go catch a couple hours of sleep while I get ready for the day then make eggy bread for breakfast.”

That got Ross’ attention. His wife made the best eggy bread he’s ever eaten in his life and it was one of his absolutely favorite things in the world. It was terrible for you the way Demelza made it - fried in butter and bacon grease - but by God it tasted of Heaven itself. It was also an extremely rare treat. “Have I told you lately that I love you?”

She scoffed. “You just said you didn’t like me any more.”

“I lied,” he blurted out quickly. “Will there be blackberry compote too?”

“I’d thought about it.”

“Please.”

“What’s in for me?”

He was up and across the room in an instant, gathering her in his arms before capturing her mouth in a thorough kiss that left her nearly breathless when he finally relented. “I’ll make it up to you.”

Demelza giggled as she shifted a bit to put a bit more space between them, her growing baby bump was getting more noticeable these days. “Maybe some other time, my darling.”

“Oh.” He was more than disappointed, not used to being turned down.

“No worries,” she reached up to brush an errant curl from his forehead, “there is someone waiting for you in our bed for her second sleep.”

“Julia,” he said, melting instantly at the thought of his baby girl. They often had a lazy nap together, just father and daughter, before the day started in earnest if they were up very early for whatever reason. It was a ritual that had started out of necessity -- he’d see to the baby while Demelza got her day going. Ross was now mourning the quickly approaching time that Julia outgrew the need for morning lie-ins with Poppy.

“Yes, Julia.”

He pressed a quick kiss to his wife’s cheek and let her go. “I shouldn’t keep her waiting then.”

“I’d be jealous if I didn’t know you better,” Demelza smiled and put a loving hand on her bump.

It was his turn to laugh. “You know I will always love you the most.”

“Yes,” she sighed, “but I think this will be the last baby we have and no more pets. I don’t need any competition.”

#pud fic #poldark fanfic #poldark modern au #romelza modern au #ross/demelza #romelza

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dontmindmyshadowhunting · 3 years

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Meet Drusilla Blackthorn (fan fic)

This is Chap 3 of “Welcome to Faerieland”, a sequel to my Kitty Fan Fic "To never being parted" although it can be read as a standalone story.

I am introducing Dru & Jaime in this Chapter.

And of course, Kit & Ty are being as gooey as ever.

AO3 Link here.

*****

“Look at you trying to flee from the crime scene.”

Jaime startled and his hand froze on the doorknob. He whirled to face Dru, who was watching him with a glitter of amusement in her Blackthorn blue-green eyes. She was lying on her side, arm angled upwards, head on hand. Her large black shirt hugged her soft curves and barely covered her thighs, revealing a criminally vast expanse of her smooth milky skin. A message was printed at the level of her chest. Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234. Apparently, it had been a gift from Jace. Her long dark brown hair was pulled in a braid, crossing over one of her shoulders. He knew from staring at her beautiful face while she was sleeping or otherwise unaware, that tiny freckles sprinkled her rosy cheeks, that her long dark eyelashes - not unlike her brothers’ - followed a perfect curve as if she was constantly wearing mascara and that the luscious red of her full lips deepened when she bit them. As she was doing right now. He gulped and hoped with everything he had that she couldn’t hear the loud thump thump of his frantic heart.

“I am not-”

“Relaaax. You look like you just hid a corpse in the cupboard and are trying to make a run for it.”

How could she not understand? When he had met her three years ago, he had thought she was cute, sweet, funny, dependable and - admittedly - already a badass. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it had occurred but, over time, sincere friendship had turned into deep affection and deep affection had somehow turned into lust and… love? In any case, there definitely was lust. He fought the urge to cross himself reflexively.

She had never looked her age, and that hadn’t changed with the years. She had entirely grown out of her baby fat, her features sharpening and her limbs lengthening, but she still had a voluptuous figure. She looked like a sexy grown woman, and certainly not like a sixteen-year-old girl. But she was, he reminded himself.

Even if the mundane statutory rape laws dit not apply to Shadowhunters, he still felt like he was breaking some kind of unspoken rule, thirsting after a sixteen-year-old. It didn’t help that the package came with an army of very scary brothers. The villains from Dru’s favorite horror movies had nothing on them. The thought of Julian Blackthorn alone discovering the truth was enough to keep him up at night.

“You know what it will look like if I bump into one of your brothers. If they find out I have spent the whole night here…”

“So? Nothing actually happened. And you did nothing wrong except fall asleep in front of “Old Boy”...”

“Dru- I am serious…”

“So am I! This movie is awesome! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Dru…”

Dru sighed and moved to a sitting position against the headboard, knees up, arms encircling her legs. Jaime tried not to stare as her shirt lifted higher over her thighs.

“Jaime. You know what your problem is? You still haven’t gotten into your head that it’s not my brothers you should be afraid of. The Blackthorn women are much scarier.”

“I can believe that…” Jaime muttered under his breath.

“Anyway, don’t worry about them, they’re probably going to sleep in since they’ve been very busy last night. Mark with Cristina, Julian with Emma, and Ty with… Kit.”

Jaime’s eyes widened.

“You think Ty and Kit…?”

Dru lifted both her dark eyebrows at him. “Are you seriously asking me to confirm or elaborate on my brother’s sex life?”

“No, no, of course not…” Jaime felt heat rushing to his cheeks. Why did everyone get to have sex but him? Maybe because you've been pining for a sixteen-year-old for months now, he reminded himself for the thousandth time. He wanted to punch himself.

“Just kidding, Jaime. Look at you blushing… Wait- I hope you don’t have a problem with my brother being with… a guy?”

She suddenly leaned forward, her gaze piercing.

Jaime knew how fiercely protective of her siblings Dru was. She had quite a reputation at the Shadowhunter Academy, as someone not to be messed with or rubbed the wrong way. She had somehow found a way to acquire knowledge on people and discover their most dirty secrets. She had no qualms using the intelligence when it came to protecting her family or the Blackthorns’ reputation. Although she did not hesitate to break a few arms and ribs to prove her point, most of the time, she operated in a more subtle way. With finesse, one could say.

A Shadowhunter student who had had the ill-conceived idea of calling Mark Blackthorn “the Unseelie King’s sex toy” was living proof of that. Jaime had not heard the full details of the story but it apparently involved a wide collection of dildos, very enthusiastic piskies, and had earned the boy several nicknames that he would probably never part from.

Judging by the look on Dru’s face now, Jaime’s life was hanging by the thread of his answer. She didn’t need to worry.

“No! Hey! What the hell? Of course not! You know me, right?”

She relaxed, leaning casually against the headboard, her arms crossed behind her head.

“Not as much as I would like to...” she replied, with a wink. “But yeah, I guess so.” A wicked grin split across her face.

Forgive me, Father, for I am this close to becoming a sinner, Jaime thought as he hurriedly escaped from the room.

****

Kit grabbed Ty by the arm just as he was slipping out of bed.

“Not so fast, Centurion.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“Are you trying to sneak out? You got what you came for and now you’re tossing me like an unpaired sock? I am wounded.”

Ty just stared at him.

Hmmm. Maybe too early for humour.

“I don’t think I’ve had my fill yet, that’s all…” Kit clarified, as he stretched like a cat. Or a lion. Definitely like a lion.

Both Ty’s V shaped eyebrows rose.

“I thought… You said you needed your rest.”

“Ty, I was not talking about that, however tempting. There are other things in life than sex.”

“Is that a fact?” Ty asked playfully, a corner of his mouth lifting. Okay. Virgin Mary turned into the God of Sex overnight. How the hell did that happen?

“I want a cuddle.” Kit pouted as he snuggled up against Ty and encircled him with his arms.

Ty surrendered to his embrace, falling back on the bed. Kit rolled on top of him and pinned his arms above his head. He started alternating between brushing and pressing his lips over Ty’s face, tracing his beautiful features from memory, with his eyes closed.

“I… have… some… errands...to… run… Mysteries… to… uncover,” Ty gasped between feathery kisses.

“I am a mystery.” Kit nibbled Ty’s earlobe, before whispering in his ear. “Uncover me.”

“You are naked,” Ty rightfully observed, though his voice was quavering and his breaths short.

“I am. But have you explored every avenue?”

“Fair point, Watson,” Ty said in a husky voice, before swallowing hard.

“That’s what I am here for, Sherlock,” Kit replied. He kissed Ty’s eyelids, his nose, and started exploring Ty’s mouth with his tongue.

They rubbed against each other, their limbs entangled, as the kiss grew deeper, hungrier, until both had to draw back to catch their breath.

“I love you,” Kit blurted.

“I love you too,” Ty replied softly, staring at Kit with his gray eyes half closed. He looked dizzy.

“I love you more,” Kit retaliated.

“How could you ever verify that?” Ty asked, his eyes widening with a look of genuine surprise.

“Easy. I just know that no one in the history of the universe could have ever loved anyone the way I love you.”

Ty looked - if possible - even more puzzled.

“I know it because my soul belongs with yours, Ty. If there are other worlds out there where I exist and you don’t, I don’t ever want to meet myself there. For what kind of empty shell - or monster - would I be if I hadn’t met you?”

They both startled as they heard a knock on the door.

“I am not decent!” Kit answered, as he reached hurriedly for a blanket to cover Ty’s body.

“This has never bothered you before,” Jace ‘s voice replied through the door. “Does this mean you are not the only one who’s not presentable in there? I just came across Mark running around naked in the corridors and I am pretty sure I have seen enough Blackthorns’ buttocks for the rest of the day.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kit answered, his voice muffled under the blanket covering both his and Ty’s bodies completely, like two kids curled up under a makeshift tent. Ty was shaking with silent laughter.

“Sure you don’t,” Jace answered, but Kit could hear his footsteps receding.

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ozzy-bozzy · 3 years

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Welcome Home, Baby!

Baku x reader

warnings: it has some implied spice at the end, but really... yeah no thats all it is. Implied smut w some established relationship shenanigans

542 words

I just had an idea for a lil drabble (it was longer than I thought it would be) but it’s for @tteokdoroki bc i’ve never seen someone simp harder for Bakugou, and i wanted to lift her spirits a bit and write about sumn i brought up. Also I didnt proofread this, so enjoy doing it for me

for the sake of said implied spice, characters are aged up :)

You were sitting on the couch, scrolling through social media on your phone to pass the time. Bakugou was currently out doing his hero work and you were stuck home alone. Sure, you had your pet cat, but even then the cat was out roaming the neighborhood. You knew Bakugou would be home soon, but watching the seconds tick by was killing you. Maybe, since you had time to kill, you’ll go have some fun in the closet.

Walking into you and Bakugou’s shared bedroom, you approached the large closet. He had insisted you guys had a large closet, and you weren’t about to complain when you saw how many clothes the two of you had. Looking at the array of clothes, you didn’t find anything that really sparked your interest. Your eyes scanned the rest of the room before an idea popped into your head, and you stripped down to change clothes.

Adjusting the cute, short skirt around your hips and pulling the oversized hoodie that smelled of Bakugou’s sweet scent, you ran your fingers through your hair before pulling up some cotton knee-highs and padding back to the couch. Now, to play the waiting game.

It was about forty-five minutes until you hear keys jingling in the front door. Your legs were draped over the side of the couch, but your head perked up to watch the door open. Bakugou stepped through the doorway, very obviously just getting off work. You saw your adorable kitty walking giddy at his ankles. They always seemed to come home together.

Bakugou saw you sitting on the couch and sighed, walking over before sitting next to you, your side squished against his. You crossed your legs and leaned against his shoulder as he slung an arm across the back of the couch behind you. He visibly seemed to relax after finally being home, and when you reached up to plant a kiss on the underside of his jaw, his hand slid to wrap around your waist and rest on your hip. Your kisses brought a soft smile to his face, but he seemed surprised. You paused and looked up at him properly before you felt his hands grip your hips, pulling you up onto his lap. Wide-eyed, you looked at him smirking his signature snarky smirk back up at you. You could feel his large, warm palms splayed out against your thighs before fluttering over the pleats of your skirt, running up your hips and under his hoodie. You could feel yourself start to readjust in his lap, reacting to the feeling of his skin on yours. His hands smoothed out against your bare back, one settling in the dip of the small of your back, the other going to run across the expanse of your bare shoulder blades. Your back arched into him, the warmth of his hands sending chills up his spine.

“You’re not very dressed, baby” He spoke into your neck, pressing soft kisses against your flushed skin,

“Well, I figured you would be tired after work, you wouldn’t want there to be too many layers to take off…” Your reply only brought his smirk back, and you could feel his muscles flex under you as his lips met your skin.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou #mha fic #bnha #mha #drabble #short fic #spice ooooo #bakugou x you #baku #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfic #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou

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joe-maristopher · 3 years

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«WandaVision»: 6. Send help

When I look at the WV's rating, I start smirking. Let's say, um, we won't see cuted heads with blood,f looding from the arteries, as well as the violent mating of all the people available for this, and we won't hear bad words, but the eye twitches often Because WV is creepy. Because it can be creepy to see, or because certain parts inside resonate with what is happening, and it becomes very uncomfortable.

As I said in the opinion for the first two episodes — those who have lost someone significant or gone through a traumatic situation have every chance to understand Wanda's feelings. And those individuals, who were so traumatized that at some point they FORGOT a terrible moment, because the human psyche is trying to protect itself, they probably nod.. and I hope these people are okay.

After watching the series... I sat and thought about it... And I got a panic attack. I think. I was personally affected by Wanda's state of mind. Her words about loneliness and emptiness are very clear, because I know what it is, and I really hope not to experience it again, being familiar with the spectrum of this feelings’ combo. It's really horrible feel like you're in a vacuum and you can't breathe.

I'm not surprised (at all that) Monica responded warmly. She also understands Wanda. She's good, no kidding. Once again, can she replace Carol as Captain Marvel? Please! And I want to see her continue to interact with Jimmy and Darcy. A wonderful trio. Humane. I also like how they performed in the episode.

Monica wants to help Wanda, and nothing will stop this woman, even if she needs to climb back into the perimeter.

Jimmy knows when to hit someone, and in general, quickly navigates the situation, calculates and makes a decision. No snot.

Darcy also takes a risk and meets the expansion of Wanda's territory, and before that, she wants to help Vision (hello, panic attack number two), and I would see what would happen if she wasn't stopped

As a bonus for their courage, all three now know that Hayward is plotting something behind their backs, his goal is to kill Wanda and, as a result, get Vision back. Vision's body. Otherwise, why track it? Hayward is an outright asshole, but you know what? He and Zemo would have gotten along. Well-well...

Inhale-exhale, continue.

I will touch on the topic of pseudo-Pietro very quickly, because I said the main thoughts last time and I do not want to repeat and click my teeth like a wilf wolf. I will not repeat the theories as wel;, let the series explain them ITSELF, and I am not made of vibranium to spoil my nerves, but I will write something for the story here.

He behaved throughout the episode as if he intentionally wanted Wanda to detonate (or wake up?). I don't need to be told how he behaved in the comics, I remember this, but it's not a comics issue. No loving brother would provoke a scandal like that. The pseudo-Pietro was DEFINITELY looking for pain points, or rather, he was going through them, and then he found it, and Wanda quickly shut him up.

In the dialogues with pseudo-Pietro, we learned more about the childhood of Wanda and Pietro. Poor kids. At the same time, Wanda's and pseudo-

Pseudo-Pietro knows TOO much. Don't you think that's suspicious? I do.

II.

The ad's eerie vibes — I´ll miss those cute bits of subtext when the series end — faded, when the picture of Vision, trying to find out what is going on, came together in pieces. Vision did not forget the quarrel with Wanda, took the moment and decided to clarify something for himself.

The edge of Wanda's perimeter reminded me of one Rick and Morty's episodes. Where Rick, Morty, and Jerry ended up in a simulation, and Jerry ended up there by mistake. It was decided not to spend all the resources on him, so part of the simulation was lagging, sometimes very funny. Vision isn't in the cartoon, so he got the dark version. I still believe that people suffer not because Wanda's hex are so terrible, but because her pain is broadcasting. Let it be my personal headcanon. I still don't know how to interpret the scene with Agnes, it also seems suspicious to me, something is wrong with it, but it only strengthened Vision's determination to put everything in its place.

I'll repeat myself. Marvel, what's your problem? What is this kink on Vision's death? How to beat it out of you, tell me already?! Fuck you, this is technically the THIRD death or attempt to kill Vision (it depends on what we see in the future episode), mixed with an allusion to people scattering after Snap. Will you pay psychotherapists for us?

Sorry, but Vision, agonising, Darcy, shocked, trying to help... I don't defy the truth: it was intense, and Vision's dedication is so Vision, but it still sounds in my ears. People with the same level of empathy, I feel very sorry for you if you are also still in a trance. Like me.

But yes, we now know for sure, Vision can't live outside the perimeter. In the comics, if you don't know, Vision also died... a sufficient number of times, there was a moment when he was dead for a very long time (if you heard a creak - it's me, I gritted my teeth), but one of his advantages is capability of healing/restoring. A Vision from a very distant future, with the frightening, I must say, look, said to present Vision, what is the advantage of synthezoid is: by replacing the organs he can live INDEFINITELY. But what will happen to Vision from MCU, I don't know.

Folks, we are preparing for his long death, or new tortures from Marvel. I don't know, I don't want to think about it. If Vision combines the memory of his past and his present, then he will have an interesting experience, nothing to say.

Darcy is now inside the perimeter, I believe she will explain him everything he must know (if she can) like Hayward's plans, and I HOPE there will be no silence that could lead to another disaster. And I also hope Vision will not accumulate a conflict that will also be disastrous, but for his relationship with Wanda. And my third hope is this: I hope Vision won't go into " this is all a simulation, I'm dead, do my feelings for Wanda and the kids exist, or have I been made to think that they are exist? Are they artificial?" thing, because this will turn out to be a disaster for everyone. For Vision. For Wanda. For children. For the entire perimeter. For the shippers, after all.

P.S. I see, this is the last episode in sitcome style? P. S. S. Wanda is a sad kitty.

#wandavision #disney+#scarlet vision #wanda maximoff #the vision #vision #grief #mcu #marvel #paul bettany #elizabeth olsen

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parkmuse · 4 years

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Cat Got Your Tongue Pt. 2 (M)

Word Count: 7,474 (Reposted) (Wonhopes Masterlist)

Taco ain’t your innocent kitty no more.

cr.

You let out a heavy sigh, flipping through channels out of boredom in your living room. You keep glancing over at your phone, biting your lip as you gave in and opened the lock screen.

No new messages.

You swipe open the phone and you’re met with a photo of you and Namjoon from your anniversary. Both of you are smiling like idiots, him with his chin resting on your shoulder with his arms wrapped tightly around you with the big Christmas tree brightly shining in the background. You smile at the memory, but it finally dawned on you that this was all in the past.

You roughly chucked your phone to the opposite side of the couch, expecting a loud thump but instead a cry of pain erupted from beside you causing you to jump in your seat. You looked over to see your precious little fluff ball curled up, ears faltered and then you realized exactly what you just did.

“OH MY GOD TACO I’M SO SORRY!” You scooped him up into your arms, showering his face with kisses as you profusely apologized to your poor cat.

You bring him onto your lap, stroking his head as you scratch behind his ears. In turn he purrs, snuggling up against you as a gesture to say he forgave you, then licked at the exposed skin on your thigh.

You smile at him when he looks up to you and meows, lifting himself up until you’re face to face with him. His paw lightly strokes at your cheek, then he brings his face to caress against yours. You giggle, lightly stroking his back as you start playing with his tail.

You were really happy to have Taco alongside you especially at this point of your life. When you feel sad he makes you feel better, and when you’re lonely he’ll be there to comfort you, licking your face and cuddling with you until your tears dry up and your memories of your horrible ex-boyfriend fade away.

“You’re so cute, Taco.” You continue playing with his tail, letting it glide through your fingertips as you use your other hand to stroke his back.

All of a sudden his purrs are overpowered by what sounded like heavy grunting, making your eyebrows crinkle in confusion.

“Are you okay Taco?”

He continues to make those deep, heavy grunts, then changed to what sounded like panting as if he had just run a marathon. Suddenly your vision blurred, your surroundings oddly morphing into some weird spiral that ended up turning pitch black.

You groan in your spot, slowly opening your eyes as the sun’s warm rays shine brightly in your face, slightly pulling you out of your dream state. You’re still half asleep, still tired from all that craziness that occurred in your dream last night when Taco turned into some hot naked dude in your bed. God, you must have been so desperate to get over Namjoon your brain whipped up some really weird ass shit.

You attempted to stretch, but something constricted your movements. You tried moving your arms, then you realized one of your hands was grasping onto something warm and fuzzy. You curiously squeezed it, stroking it between your hands with half lidded eyes but froze once you heard a guttural moan right in your ear.

Slowly you realized you weren’t alone in bed. Thick arms were tightly wrapped around you, legs were tangled along with yours, and hot breaths panted against your ear. You were still slightly in a daze but woke up immediately once you felt a hot, slick muscle swipe against the shell of your ear followed by another deep groan.

“Y/N, mm, don’t squeeze too hard,”

He pulls you closer to him, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck before latching his lips onto it. He ran his wet tongue along the expanse of your neck, slowly running upward towards your ear. He catches your lobe between his lips, nibbling lightly causing shivers to run up your spine.

By reflex you squeeze the object in your hand again, making him buck against you and moan your name aloud in a raspy tone.

“Fuck Y/N, I told you not too hard!”

Your eyes widen and you turn to look at him, emerald eyes stabbing daggers into you. You were about to say something but realized the object just twitched in your hands, then you frantically pull off the covers.

You were mortified to find him naked against you again, dick out and rubbing against your leg. But what really caused you to want to faint and leave this world for good was what was in your grasp. A brown tail in your hands; a brown fucking tail that came from between his legs.

You screamed aloud then quickly shoved him off of you, kicking and thrashing until you succeeded in throwing him off the bed.

You hear a loud grunt from below, then you slowly peek over.

“What the fuck was that for?!” He says as he sat up. His ears flop down as he rubs the back of his head.

You stare at him in shock, realizing your figment of your imagination didn’t come from your dream.

This is real.

He’s real.

Taco’s not your small cute little fluff ball anymore, he’s morphed into a human man. A hot but naked pervy little-

“God, is this how it’s gonna be every morning from now on? It’s barely 9, let me sleep some more,” He moves to stand up but he jumps in his place when you scream again.

“NO! Y-YOU’RE NAKED!”

“Y/N, you’ve seen me like this all the time. Why are you so shy now?” He quickly shoots you a suggestive smirk. “Oh, is it because it’s the biggest you’ve seen-“

You slug a pillow straight into his face causing him to fall back to the ground with a thud, groaning aloud again.

You jump from the bed and run over to your closet, opening the bottom drawer and pulling some of Namjoon’s old clothes out. You curse to yourself as you can’t help but inhale the remnants of his cologne that lingered on his shirt. You really have to get rid of these.

Once you kick some sense into yourself you turn to Tae and toss the clothes at him. “I don’t care if you were a cat or are a cat or whatever the fuck, if you’re staying with me you’re not walking around naked so put those on.”

He pouts at you, giving you his big, glossy eyes as his ears falter. After a good few seconds he realizes you aren’t going to give in, rolling his eyes dramatically and letting out an annoyed huff. He throws on the t-shirt and immediately groans in disgust, “God, this smells like shit. I always hated whenever baboon would come over and stink up the whole place.”

“His name is Namjoon,” you blatantly corrected him.

“Same thing! Why do you even care? It’s not like you’re together anymore-oof!”

You quickly swung another pillow straight into his face, making him fall back again. He rubs his head and groans, “What the hell was that for?!”

“Just hurry up and get dressed! We’re going somewhere.” You stomp out of the room and head to the restroom, slamming the door on your way in. You can’t lie and say that Tae didn’t just hit home. Why did you care? Why do you still care about that cheating asshole?

You hate that you let tears fall for someone that did you dirty, that would throw away years of a relationship; for someone that wasn’t worth it. Why were you still in love with him?

Soft scratches against the door stopped your sniffling. “What?” You said after clearing your throat and trying to sound as normal as possible. You rubbed your eyes as the door slowly squeaked opened, cat ears peeking through the door. You quickly looked away not wanting him to see you pathetically falling apart. “What is it? I’m almost done, we’re not showering together if that’s what you’re here for-“

He turns you toward him, grabbing your hands to lower it from your face. Once he gets a good look at you his eyebrows crinkle in distress, head tilting to the side. “Why are you sad?”

“I’m not, I just washed my face and got something in my eye-“ Before you could finish he grabs ahold of your chin in his hand, swooping down to run his tongue along the side of your cheek. He runs his slick muscle upward, lapping up your tears before kissing the side of your eye. He moves back to look at you again, visibly upset.

“You were crying, I could hear you from the other room.” Damn those cat ears. “Did I say something? I’m sorry if I made you sad.” He bites his lip, then brings his head to the crane of your neck. He rests both of his hands on each side of you, trapping you between him and the sink. He runs his nose along your flesh, lightly nipping at your soft spot making you relax. Your heart was beating a mile a minute at the sudden contact, but it felt…nice.

“Will you forgive me?” He slowly draws circles with his thumbs along your hips, lightly ghosting his lips along your jawline. He rests his forehead onto yours, bringing his hands to your face. You two stare at each other for a long moment in silence, your breathing being the only thing echoing along the walls.

Tae was very, very, very handsome, and sometimes you forget for a moment that this guy is half human. At least that’s what he says—he probably somehow broke into your house, kidnapped your cat and cosplays as Taco. But a big part of you feels as though he is really telling you the truth, that he’s being this gentle because he’s your best friend and has always been with you from thick or thin. His emerald eyes show pure concern, kindness and love that you really need at this moment.

You instinctively lick your lips and his eyes quickly dart down to your mouth, causing him to slowly lick his own as well. The concern over his face quickly changed to something much darker as his eyes stared daggers into you.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

He slowly moves in and you close your eyes, heart about to jump out of your chest. He swipes his tongue along your top lip, the sudden warmth making you moan a little. He licks the corner of your mouth, then nibbles on your bottom lip causing you to groan and clench onto his shirt tighter.

“Tae,” you say breathlessly as he brushes your hair behind your ears, tracing a finger down your jawline before grabbing ahold of your chin again. He takes his thumb and rests it on top of your bottom lip, pulling it downward.

“Open up for me,” He says in a low grunt, grinding his hips into yours, “Open up for meowster-“

You move forward and quickly bite on his thumb, causing him to yelp and back up. “What the hell Y/N?!”

“Meowster? You’re ridiculous,” You spew as you shove past him with flushed cheeks and out the door.

“Like master! But I’m half cat, get it? Don’t you have a sense of humor?” He pouts while sucking on his thumb.

“Just hurry up and get ready!”

After what felt like ages to force Tae to suck it up and put on the rest of his clothing, you two took off. You whacked his hand each time he tried to touch the beanie you took 20 minutes getting both his ears to fit snugly inside, and he always responds with a hiss and a pout back at you. A part of you is a bit happy you chose his attire, having his fringe out of his eyes and showing off his beautiful emerald eyes. You never noticed how his eyebrows were so defined and having his forehead shown made him ten times more attractive than before.

"You know you don't only have to look, you can touch too."

You didn't realize you were shamelessly checking him out, a smug smirk plastered on his face as you catch a glimpse of his pink muscle dip out from his mouth, making his bottom lip glisten.

"You're so full of it," You scoff, turning away as a blush creeps up your cheeks from being caught red handed.

"I think the one who's going to be full of it tonight is you-OW!" You give a hard left hook into his side, making him gasp out in pain.

"Keep it up and you'll be a prune by the time I'm done with you," you say as you roll your eyes from his exaggerated cry of pain.

"K-kinky...it's okay, I like it rough," He manages to wink at you as he clutches to his side.

You sigh in annoyance, "Okay hurry up, I don't want to run into crowds." You pick up the pace on the sidewalk, him following suit and catching up with you.

"Where are we going anyways?"

"To the mall. I wanna see if that Santa is still there. Maybe he knows why the fuck you turned human." You quickly dodge a group of teenage kids on their phones, not even bothering to look at their surroundings as their eyes stayed glued to the little lit up screens in their hands.

"Why do you want to talk to a mall Santa? What would that fake perv even know?"

"Just shut up and follow me!" You finally reached a crosswalk and clicked the button on the pole. You stand there, tapping your feet impatiently as you watch cars speed past you. After a few moments you realized that for once, Tae actually listened to you and really did shut his god damn annoying mouth. How surprising, he should be like this more often. It makes him a lot cuter-

You turn your head to talk to him but he's nowhere to be seen. You panic for a moment, hoping he didn't just run off and have a wardrobe malfunction like flashing his long ass ugly tail in public. You're about to take a step back but your feet kick onto something on the floor, halting you. You look down, not expecting to actually find what you're looking for.

Tae is on the floor in an inhuman crouching position, staring intently right above him. You have no fucking clue what the hell he was doing, and his strange posture is catching everyone's attention around you.

"Tae what the fuck are you doing?!" You hiss at him, reaching for his arm to get him to stand up again. He quickly dodges your hand by hopping strategically over to the left side, eyes still glued right above. You can't help but get even more irritated, "Tae, seriously, you need to-"

"Shhhh," He whispered back, eyes still staring at the sky, "You're gonna make it aware."

You look at him like he's gone insane, then follow his eyes up to the top of a tree. You see a tiny bird there in its nest, resting on top of a large branch.

"Dinner is on me tonight-"

You whack him on the back of the head and before he can yell at you for hurting him again you pull him by the arm and across the street. He groans as he clutches the back of his head, "Y/N, I know hitting me turns you on and all but you can't actually hurt me-"

You turn to face him, a vein already popping out of your temple as you let go of his wrist. "You seriously have to stop with this bullshit. You're human now! At least the majority of you...but try to act like a regular human being, especially in public. I don't want someone to call the cops on some cosplaying, bird hunting weirdo."

"Did you see the feathers on that one?! It was probably so juicy, you're seriously missing out-" He stopped speaking once you cracked your knuckles, preparing to hit him again.

"Fine, fine," He huffed, "I'll be human for you."

"Thank you." You two start walking at a steady pace again, a few blocks away from the mall.

"I'll show you what a real man is like since you want me to so bad," You heard him whisper huskily under his breath, brushing his hand against your side. Your eyebrows crinkle in distress and you're about to turn to give him another knuckle sandwich but all of a sudden he lets go, pouncing forward onto a passerby, knocking both of them to the ground. Everything happened so fast you don't understand what could have possibly happened, but could Tae seriously not even act human for two fucking seconds?

You see the man in a black hooded sweater groan from underneath Tae, his jet black fringe covering his closed eyes. He's making a move to get up but Tae has him pinned down, inching closer to his face. Everyone nearby stops again, waiting for a fight to unfold.

"I knew it was you. Still ugly even in human form," Tae chuckled. The man finally opens his eyes, looking up at Tae before his eyes popped wide open.

You're about to pull him off and just buy a damn leash for the guy since he can't control himself, but then you hear him talk.

"What the fuck? Tae?" He finally moves off of him and pulls him to sit up, crouching in a cat like manner in front of the stranger. Once people in the surrounding area realize nothing is going to happen, they continue on walking.

"I guess my good looks still run strong when I'm in this form, huh?"

The stranger brushes himself off, still observing Tae from head to toe. "You didn't have to fucking tackle me down, you could have just said hi. When did you turn human?"

You were still standing there beside them, completely lost at what was going on. Did Tae know this guy? Who was he? Maybe some old neighbor that would leave some milk out for him at his windowsill at night? You were trying to figure out who this mystery man was, then his hood slipped off his head. He immediately pulled it back on, but not before you were able to catch a glimpse at the top of his head.

Without a doubt you saw a pair of cat ears, ones similar to Tae's but the back was black and the inside was a bit more pink. Your jaw dropped and he saw your reaction, a hint of amusement on his stone cold facial expression. You didn't miss the side of his mouth twitching upwards a bit, but then his attention turned back to Tae.

"Just yesterday man, still not really used to all these free form movements." Tae arranges his fingers to form the word "blood," then proceeds to shoot little finger guns at him.

The man nods, then pushes himself to stand up. "Well, try and act a bit fucking normal next time. Damn, that hurt." He rubs his lower back, then turns his attention at you. "Who's this pretty little bird?"

"Y/N," you answered, trying to ignore his weird little nickname for you. When he smiled he actually looked really cute, a lot different than his intimidating expression from earlier.

"That's a sweet name, suits its owner." He took a step over to you, "Ever wonder what it would be like to stroke a hybrid Persian's-"

"Fuck off Yoongi, get your own owner!" Tae hisses, shoving himself in between yourself and the black haired boy. He clutches onto your sides, blocking you from him. Were his shoulders always this broad?

Yoongi chuckles, "I was just playing around Tae. Jeez, you get so possessive sometimes." He puts his hands in his pockets, then begins walking the opposite direction. "Seems like you were in a rush somewhere so I'll be going now. I'll see you two around." He winks at you, making Tae growl under his breath.

"Fucking Persians, always think they're top notch breeds," He says once that Yoongi guy was out of earshot.

"Look who's talking," You respond, "Anyways, who was that guy?"

"Some dude I knew awhile back. I didn't even know he was in this form now, but I recognized his scent off the bat. He always reeks of coffee and mint."

"So he's a cat too?"

"Yeah, hybrid. I wonder if anyone else we've known are human now too." You didn't know that Tae wasn't the only one who could have possibly changed like this. You thought this was all by chance, all because of your dumb wish you made with Santa last night.

"So you're telling me this has happened before?" You groan. What's the point in even going to the mall now? This definitely didn't happen because of a wish upon a star, so there's no point in talking to the fake Santa that gets paid minimum wage to falsely make dreams for idiots like you to believe will come true. You two just got there too.

"Yes, but a while ago. But don't worry Y/N, I still know how to use it! I made sure last night-“

He cries in pain when you kick him in the shin, “I don’t know why I haven’t put a muzzle on you by now.”

“S-save that for the bedroom, I love being gagged.“

You were getting real tired of this kid, or cat, whatever. What the hell were you going to do now? You have no idea how this happened, why this happened, and why this especially happened to you.

Why did the universe hate you so bad they turned your cat into a pervy, obnoxious little half human?

You pause at the front of the mall, watching as kids run by into the winter wonderland. Your eyes get lost as they travel to the big Christmas tree above, still as beautiful as ever when you saw it yesterday. Memories start flooding again back to when you and Namjoon would go on dates there, your hands intertwined and bodies molding perfectly against each other as you gaze across the twinkling lights above. You two would stand there, counting all the stars that dangled along the tree before it got so cold both your teeth would chatter. He'd surprise you with hot chocolate at your favorite cafe, the sweet aroma filling your senses and the silky texture spreading warmth throughout your soul. Then he'd pull you closer, pressing a chaste kiss on your temple before whispering sweet I love yous as he rakes his hand through your hair, turning you around to plant a passionate kiss over your lips. Every moment with him always felt so right, and you always felt safe tucked into his arms.

Two arms suddenly wrap around you and engulf you into a hug. A broad chest is pressed flushed against your back as a chin rests on top of your head. You immediately recognize the all too familiar scent, your body slowly relaxing as you inhale his musky cologne.

You were in Namjoon's arms.

You two are here on your date, the one you both planned a few weeks back. He hugs you tighter from behind, bringing his lips to your temple once more as you close your eyes and bask in his touch and all his warmth.

Everything else was a dream. Taco is at home, sprawled on the floor and napping as usual. Namjoon never left you; he was here with you now, forever and always like he said. You slowly reach up and grasp onto his long sleeve you loved seeing him wear so much. You smile softly and turn towards him, "Nam-"

You're met with a head that immediately clashes to your forehead, making you groan out loud. Before you can say something his head automatically drifts upwards, his nose and forehead brushing roughly against the side of your face. Your cheeks rub against each other and soft purrs fill your ears.

Your eyes finally adjust to see Tae in front of you, continuing to rub his face onto your skin and into the curve of your neck. You can't imagine how weird this must look in another person's point of view, some dude just rubbing his entire face all over your damn head while you stand there and let it happen. You forgot that you gave him a pair of Namjoon's old clothes, and you not seeing him from behind earlier just made everything seem so real.

You snap out of your thoughts when you feel a squeeze against your ass, followed by a warm tongue swiping at the corner of your mouth. "Mm, I bet you taste way better than catnip-"

You shove him off of you, quickly wiping your mouth as your cheeks heat up again. "Stop rubbing yourself all over me!"

"You always let me do it before! I don't get why its’ a problem now," He huffs. "You're so soft and you smell so good, I can't help it."

You blush harder than before, but chose to ignore his statement. You take a good look at him in your ex-boyfriend's clothes, and the remnants of his scent just makes it hurt even more. Once you compose yourself you grab him by the sleeve and drag him towards a store nearby.

"Since we're here anyways, let's buy you some new clothes. Those really do reek."

You enter the first clothing store you see and walk over to the men's section. The racks were filled with plaid button ups and neutral colored shirts, all of which would probably look amazing on Tae but you didn't want to boost his ego. You skim through some clothes and pull out a nice cream colored long sleeve, followed by some slightly baggy black pants that could easily hide his tail.

"Here, try these on." You toss the clothes over to him and he catches them in his arms.

"Why do I have to wear clothes? I'd be doing everyone a favor if I graced everyone's eyes with my naked body," He huffs.

"Can you stop being gross and just try them on?" You roll your eyes, turning back to look at some more clothes for him.

"Y/N?"

You immediately freeze up. You knew that voice anywhere.

"I knew it was you!"

Your eyes unwillingly meet his in front of you. He's wearing the exact clothes last time you saw him, but they're actually on his body rather than strewn all over the living room floor. He's wearing a beanie so his fringe doesn't cover his eyes, that same smirk plastered on his face that you knew too well and fell in love with.

"Namjoon." You didn't know what else to say. You couldn't think of anything else to say.

Right after you spoke someone comes and grabs him by the arm, flinging herself onto him. "Babe, I thought I lost you! Why did you run off so- Y/N? What are you doing here?"

This was your worst nightmare come true. The two people you never wanted to see again were standing right in front of you, holding hands and probably on a date. Namjoon was here with Yoona, your ex best friend that also went against your back and broke your trust. You had so much you wanted to say, so many questions on why they would ever do this to you but nothing came out.

"Helloooo? Earth to Y/N? I asked you a question," Yoona said. She smirked when you were still frozen on the spot, not a peep out of you. "Cat got your tongue? You always seem to be out of words when it comes to us. Just like last time when you caught us, all you did was stare," She sneered. "You don't even have a boyfriend anymore, why are you even shopping for men's clothes?"

You feel like you couldn't breathe. Did she really just bring that up? It felt like a punch in the gut.

"She's here with me, I'm her boyfriend."

Tae partly shields you behind him, stepping in between again. He grabs your hand and intertwines them, pulling them up to his face to place a soft kiss before bringing them back down. He turns to you and gives you a soft smile, squeezing your hand once more.

Yoona's jaw drops, ogling Tae like he was some model that jumped out of a GQ catalog. Namjoon looks surprised as well, his smirk slightly faltering as his eyebrows crease. He quickly regains his composure, smiling back at you two once more.

"I see you've already moved on Y/N- wait, are those my fucking clothes?"

You see Namjoon's eyebrows raise, looking Tae up and down. You curse to yourself, forgetting that you gave him those clothes to wear and he hasn't changed out of them yet.

"Why are you wearing my clothes? Wait, did she ask you to wear them?" He laughs out loud while Yoona giggles beside him, clutching harder onto his arm. "Wow Y/N, I didn't know you were that obsessed to actually have your boy toy play dress up as me."

He takes a step forward, clutching onto the neck hole of Tae's shirt. "I've been meaning to go get these back, but seems like she needs it more than I do."

Tae smacks his arm away before saying, "You can have them back. They fucking stink anyways." He lets go of your hand and pulls his pants down in front of you three, right in the aisle in public inside the store. All three of your jaws drop, and he continues by taking off his shirt and throwing it at Namjoon. He reaches for the hem of his boxers but Namjoon quickly stops him, "NO! Dude, keep those on." Tae huffs, slightly wishing Namjoon would want them back, but reluctantly keeps them on. You're glad he didn't go that far since his tail is still out of view.

All three of you are standing there staring at a barely clothed Tae bewildered, people nearby throwing out disgusted remarks or covering their eyes as they pass by, but the silence is broken when Namjoon lets out another hearty laugh. He clutches his stomach as he keels over, wiping a tear that slipped from his eye.

"Damn Y/N, where'd you find this one? Quick fucks on Tinder won't give you two year relationships, you know. Just freaks, and it seems like you've got a perfect one in your hands."

You don't even know the guy standing in front of you right now. Never in all the time you've known Namjoon has he ever spoken to you like this, let alone implying that you're some easy slut when he knows all too well he was your first for everything. He was your first date, your first kiss, your first love. All you wanted to do was get out of here and hide out at home to cry your eyes out for the rest of eternity.

"You can't ever find someone like me, even if you tried to make one with your sick fantasies.” He turns to Tae. “Does she tell you to fuck her like me too?"

"Don't ever fucking talk about her like that." You hear Tae snarl in front of you, talking a step forward and into Namjoon's face.

"I don't know what this girl's told you man, but I'd be careful with her. Don't listen to cheap sluts-" Next thing you know Tae pounces onto him, knocking him to the ground. He's got one of his hands pressed onto Namjoon's chest, his face a mere inches from his, heaving over him. His stance is like that of a lion's, about to end his prey.

"Call her that again and I'll fucking kill you!" Tae growls over him, digging his nails into the flesh of Namjoon's chest. Namjoon groans in pain, and Yoona is screaming uncontrollably behind a rack which brings all the attention back to us. Her annoying cries brings you back to your senses, and you immediately rush over to pull him off.

"Tae, stop!" You attempt to grab his arm but he doesn't budge. He pushes Namjoon further into the concrete, reaching with his other hand to grasp onto his throat. The beanie on his head slides off, revealing his two ears at the top of his head.

Namjoon is still fighting against him, but freezes once he catches sight of his head. "W-What the fuck?" Tae's ears twitch, standing tall as he continues his attack on Namjoon, but before he can crush his neck you quickly slide your hand down his boxers, grabbing his tail harshly. Tae lets go of his throat and moans aloud, hands shaking as they're planted on either side of Namjoon's head on the concrete.

"O-Oh my god," He moans, suddenly moving his hips against the boy to relieve some kind of friction.

"What the-" Namjoon looks confused as ever, but immediately screams once he feels something hard against his thigh. "DUDE GET OFF ME!"

You squeeze his tail harder, stroking it as you grab under his shoulders to pull him off of him. You finally succeed, Tae still being affected by your touch. You quickly shove his tail back into his boxers, pulling his beanie over his head but not before you catch Namjoon staring intensely at what was in your hands.

"What-"

"Come on Tae, let's go." You don't let Namjoon finish, pulling you two across the store as people watch you drag a half naked man into the dressing room. You lock the door behind you, putting the clothes on the hook as Tae leans against the mirror, huffing.

You glare at him, "Why the hell would you-"

"Did you hear how he was talking to you? What he called you? I'll fucking kill him," He growled under his breath once more. You've never seen him look so angry, so hostile and his eyes just showed how serious he was about what he was saying. He took a step closer to you, "Move so I can finish what I started with that jackass."

"No! They're just words, I could care less!" You say as convincingly as you could, trying to push him back but his strength was too much for you.

"Don’t lie! They hurt you! I could feel it. He hurt you, and I won't let anybody ever do that to you." He tried to make his way around you but you wouldn't budge away from the door.

"Please Tae, don't do this." You pleaded.

"I can still smell that asshole, he's still nearby. Now move." You saw how determined he was, and you knew he wasn't planning on stopping until he got to Namjoon again.

You brought your hands to his head, the beanie slipping off again. You pulled his head downward to look you in the eyes. He was livid, you can see his emerald eyes staring daggers and his nose flaring. You brush one of your hands upwards and to his ear, scratching lightly.

Your touch makes him falter a bit, making him grunt. You continue your actions and he puts his hands on each side of your head, scraping the door lightly.

"Just let me-"

"Please." You bring a hand to his back, releasing his tail from his boxers. You tug at the base lightly, making him groan and rest his forehead on your shoulder. You continue to stroke lightly while scratching behind his ears, making him moan huskily into your ear.

"Fuck," He groans, his hands moving to rest on your hips, mouth latching onto the side of your neck. You moan lightly, craning your neck to the side to give him easier access. He laps at one of your sensitive spots and you press more firmly on his tail, making his hips rut into yours. The thin fabric of the boxers leaves little barriers and you can feel his hard length press against you, making you mewl out his name.

He starts grinding into you at a steady pace, a few harsh thrusts here and there that brushes deliciously along your core, your stomach tightening at the feeling. He nibbles on your neck, then sucks harshly making you grasp onto his hair.

"Tae," you moan. You feel the sting on your neck when he bites down, lapping up the spot where he marked you. He hikes you up and you bring your arms around his neck, your legs on either side of his waist.

"You’re mine," He grunts, driving his hips into yours, groaning your name in your ear as you do the same with his.

You watch through the mirror across at how Tae is ravaging you, pressing you firmly against the wall as he laps over the dark purple mark on your neck. His hips keep a quick pace, your fingers digging further into his broad shoulders as you let out quiet, choked moans.

The dressing room is nothing but the sounds of your mewls and his heavy breathing, constant thuds of the door clacking back and forth each time he drives you into the wall again. He picks up the pace and his moans get louder, desperation spilling out of his mouth. The cords in your stomach are snapping one by one, just a bit more to have you falling over the edge.

"Fuck Tae, I think I'm gonna-"

Two loud bangs vibrate against the door of the dressing room, making you two jump.

"EXCUSE ME, THIS IS A BUSINESS. WE MUST ASK YOU TWO TO LEAVE THE STORE IMMEDIATELY OR WE WILL CONTACT THE POLICE," You hear from the other side of the door.

You're embarrassed as ever, letting out a small sorry as you hear the angry footsteps get fainter and fainter. You two are still panting, trying to catch your breath.

Your hands are still wrapped around his neck and he still has you pinned to the door. Just the sounds of your regulating breaths was strangely comforting, and you lock eyes with Tae once more. You lean forward and kiss him on his nose, caressing one of his cheeks. He stares at you with wide eyes, his ears twitching and flicking upwards.

"Do that again."

You lean forward, kissing him on the nose again.

"Again."

You leave another peck on his nose, seeing his ears standing straight and eyes practically boring into you like you just gave him the best present he could ask for. You giggle at his cute reaction, then he leans in to swipe his tongue along your top lip. The momentary warmth felt so nice, and a part of you is craving for more. He moves to leave a kiss on the top of your nose, then rests his forehead on yours.

His lips ghost over yours, making your breath hitch in your throat.

"Meowster thinks we should continue this in your bedroom," He says as he licks his lips. You smash your forehead against his, making him groan and release you from his hold. "What was that for?!"

"You're dumb, now put those clothes on so we can leave!" You say as you open the door and walk out of the dressing room.

After paying for the clothes and being frowned upon by everyone in the store, you two decided to head back home. Tae begged you for some ice cream after seeing a huge sign in front of the store that read "It's meownificent!" (owners probably had a cat fetish), so you stopped in and got two cones. You walked in silence as you licked up your melting dessert, Tae lapping his up and getting it all over his face. You passed him a napkin but he insisted he didn't need one, wiping it on his arm and licking it off himself.

“Napkins are for muggles,” He says as he continues to clean himself with his tongue. You roll your eyes, then go back to eating your ice cream.

It’s melting really fast, some of it dripping onto your hand and down your index finger. You try to prevent it slipping further down your fingers with the napkin, but Tae’s reaction was more quick than yours. He grabs your hand and brings it to his face, taking your index finger into his mouth and lightly sucking on it. His tongue twirls around it, lapping up all the sweet cream.

“Mmm,” He moans as he still has your finger in his mouth. He finally releases it, making a popping sound, “Tastes so good.”

You whip your hand away as you furiously blush, accidentally pushing the cone toward your face. The ice cream smears a bit on your cheek and your lip, and before you can reach to wipe it off your chin is grabbed and Tae’s tongue is lapping up the mess. He swipes up your cheek, then turns your head so you’re face to face with him. He’s so close his breaths are fanning against your face, then he leans in and licks your lips. His tongue dips into the crevice of your mouth, making its way to get every bit of cream off your lips. You unintentionally whimper at the feeling, clutching his sleeve as he continues his ministrations. He nibbles on your bottom lip before letting go of you, “There, all clean! I told you no one needs napkins-“ You punch him in the gut, making him groan.

“Y-you can’t just do that!” You blush as you try to give him an angry look over your embarrassment. He huffs something along the lines of it’s a free country as you wipe your hands with the napkins.

You stop in the middle of the sidewalk, a feeling of dread suddenly surging through you. Tae turns over to you and his eyebrows crinkle once he sees your facial expression, “What’s wrong?”

“What are we going to do now?” You sigh. “How do we get you back into a cat?”

You toss your cone into a nearby trash can, “I don’t even know why this is happening, and why to me? What did I do? Why was I cursed to be stuck with your pervy little-

“Why do you want me to turn back into a cat so badly? Is it that bad to have me this way?” You look up, surprised to see how somber his face looked.

“But you’re supposed to be-“

“Who says I’m supposed to be a cat? And when I was, you’d always tell me how much you loved me. We’d sleep together, eat together. You’d always talk to me, tell me everything. And now when I’m like this, you treat me lower than a fucking pet.” He turns away, and you could see how genuinely upset he is.

“I can’t help this happened, but all I ever did was love you. Why does it matter how I look?” He says in a broken tone.

You bite your lip, feeling bad at how you’ve been treating him. He’s right— all Tae has ever done was stay by your side, helping you when you needed it, comforting you when you were sad. Even if he’s human now, he’s been the same sweet, caring friend you’ve always had. And all you’ve done since the incident was be a dick to him.

You walk up to him, reaching for his hand. He’s still looking away, so you bring your other hand to his cheek, making him look over. It breaks your heart once you see how sad he actually was, and it made you feel like the worst person on the planet.

You caress his cheek, squeezing his hand lightly, “I-“

“Tae?”

Both your heads whip over to a women standing a few feet in front of you. She has long, wavy black hair that cascades past her rosy cheeks and milky colored skin. Her makeup is nice and light, but you can tell she would be beautiful even without it. You see her surprised facial expression, and you’re confused as ever. How could she possibly know him? She must’ve confused him for someone else, there’s no way-

“Youngji.” Tae whips his hand away from you, causing you to flinch. You can’t help but feel a little hurt since he’s never shied away from your touch. He turns his body so your other hand is away from his cheek, moving his hands to his pockets as his eyes never leave the woman.

She gives him a faint smile, “Long time no see.”

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My Love Mirrored

“Ladybug!” Chat Noir’s cry echoed across the vast mirror expanse of what used to be the park. Only a few blades of grass were visible through the gleaming obstacle course that obscured the world around him, like the mirror maze in a carnival funhouse. He weaved through shards of jagged glass like stalagmites jutting up into the sky all around, sending his scattered reflection gleaming back to him in black splinters. He felt like an insect in the presence of giants.

His ring gave another warning beep. “Ladybug, where are you?”

“Here!” She called faintly. Her voice echoed all around. Chat Noir turned in a circle, trying to pinpoint it.

“So – note to self – next time don’t chase the akuma into a mirror maze.”

“It wasn’t a maze until Mirror Image started zapping it!” Ladybug’s voice sounded grumpily. A beep echoed through the park. “And now I’m running out of time!”

At that moment, Adrien’s ring let out a final shrill noise and his transformation faded. He jumped to snatch Plagg out of the air before the kwarmi could fall. Plagg grumbled in his palms about cheese.

“So, about that…”

“You transformed back?” Ladybug yelped. Adrien tucked the tired Plagg into his jacket pocket and looked around, trying to catch glimpses of red. He could only see his own fractured reflection.

“You know about that stuff with you being the guardian and making all the rules?” Adrien called. “I think now’s the time to spill any secrets.”

“What?” Ladybug squawked.

“We need to work together to get out of here, and I don’t have any food for my kwarmi. I already had to recharge twice before, remember? Do you have extra food for Tikki?”

“Ummmm.” There was the final beep of her transformation receding. Ladybug groaned. “I forgot to restock. Fuck Hawkmoth and his three akumas in one day.”

Adrien picked his way through the mess of mirrors, in what he hoped was the right direction. “I’m coming over. Is that okay?”

Ladybug made a small whining sound of indecision.

“Ladybug?”

“…okay. You’re right.”

She was actually gonna do it? He was finally going to see her face? The thought made his stomach swirl. Seeing Ladybug. Walking on the street with Ladybug. Being a civilian with Ladybug.

He was trembling. Adrien weaved through the maze, breaths coming quicker and shorter with excitement. “Which direction are you?”

“Over here.” She called, from a direction that was not in front of him. Adrien frowned – he’d gotten turned around.

“Where?”

“Here! Follow my voice!”

Easier said than done. It echoed around him. Adrien picked a new direction and continued the walk – from the sounds of footsteps and crunching glass, Ladybug was doing the same.

Adrien picked up the pace. His pulse thrummed under his skin, a drumbeat in his chest. A shard of reflection flickered in a nearby mirror – a flash of pink. He spun around.

“Ladybug?”

“Chat?” Now the flickering was to his left, movement reflected through mirrors all around them. How close was she? He glimpsed a flash of black before it was gone again. If he just moved a little, he might be able to see the full picture. Adrien slipped under a gleaming spike to get closer.

“Chat, wait!”

Adrien froze at the sudden panic in Ladybug’s voice.

“Wait. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.” She blurted. “Hawkmoth could use us against each other. Revealing our identities might not be such a good move.”

“Or it could be the best move we’ve ever made.”

She let out another uncertain whine.

“Ladybug, listen. I know this is kind of risky. It’s true, it’s easier for him to find out who we are. But we can make it work. We can help each other, inside and outside of the mask. We’ll be an even better team than we are now!” Adrien grinned. “We can take Hawkmoth down before he finds us! I believe in us. And – is it selfish of me to say, I desperately want to see your cute face?”

“Chat!” She didn’t sound angry, though, just full to the brim with nervousness.

“Okay, okay, I’m being serious. And in all seriousness, we can make anything work. We’re Ladybug and Chat Noir! We can do anything!” He spun in a slow circle. “I’m right here if you want to see me.”

The crunch of footsteps. Adrien turned to face her, but there was nothing but mirrors and his own reflection.

“I… I trust you.” Ladybug said uncertainly. “And, if you trust me…”

“To the ends of the earth, my lady.”

Adrien tried to follow the sounds of her voice. This maze was so huge. “Then, why shouldn’t we show ourselves?”

“Yeah.”

Adrien turned to avoid a jutting shard and backed away, trying to find a path through the maze. His shoes crunched in glass dust from their previous escapades trying to defeat Mirror Image. He must be near the exit now. If he remembered correctly, this was near where they’d smashed the tall spires of glass to create a clearing in which to fight.

A soft gasp behind him. Adrien spun around and came face-to-face with a staring, raven-haired girl.

Her ocean-blue eyes were so very bright in the fractured light, and how hadn’t he recognised them before? They were the eyes of the girl who threw herself into her causes with unshakeable dedication; whose soft voice could soothe even the most distraught classmate; who always smelled of baked goods, sugar cookies and fresh bread; whose nimble fingers were scarred with needle-pricks and drawing callouses. The fist-clenching warrior who could cut down bullies with a razor wit; who hated liars with a fiery passion; who launched herself into combat with the fury of a thousand dragons if someone dear to her heart was threatened.

And that girl was also Ladybug.

Marinette clapped her hands to her mouth. Adrien could only stare, and gasp for breath, and then his vision blurred and there were tears welling up in his eyes. Marinette broke the hush by stepping forward with a look of concern on her face – concerned, even now, reaching for him with a small but tough hand.

Adrien couldn’t contain himself any longer. He ran forward and tackled her in a hug. Marinette yelped and clutched at his back as twirled her around, dizzy with joy.

“It’s you! Of course it’s you!”

He was laughing, eyes blurry, and now Marinette was laughing too. She wrapped her arms around his neck. They spun through a world of mirrors, shrieking and laughing with joy, until Marinette’s feet landed on the ground. Adrien pressed kisses to her face, her cheeks, the cold tip of her nose. Marinette giggled.

“Kitty, you’re crying. Oh, come here, you.” She tangled her hands in his hair and pulled his head down for her to kiss his forehead. He purred. “Adrien! You silly cat!”

“It’s really you.”

“It’s me.” Marinette’s smile was like the sun. It lit up the world and made him warm inside. Her teeth gleamed and her eyes sparkled and crinkled and Adrien wanted to cry. She was like home. “It’s me, and it’s you. You’re my kitty, of course you are.”

Adrien laughed again and pressed his forehead to hers. Marinette smiled at him like he was her world – which made sense, because she was his star, lighting the way and filling him with warmth. His chest hurt with the strength of his adoration.

Marinette’s eyes sparkled, and she said quietly, “May I kiss you?”

Adrien’s mouth was dry. He settled for nodding, his stomach alive with butterflies, and not the evil kind. Marinette’s hand lowered to his waist, and then she was kissing him, swooping him into a damsel kiss that made him want to swoon. Marinette smelled like chocolate croissants and pastries when she pulled away. Adrien’s smile hurt his face.

“I love you.”

Oh, shit. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud – stupid, stupid, why did he say that? He’d ruined everything, she was going to stare at him and-

“I love you too.” Marinette replied, and kissed him again.

#my writing #my fic #miraculous ladybug #ladybug #chat noir #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #identity reveal

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the-secret-garden-library · 4 years

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So, until I finally have a chance to sit down and actually write out a decent “Get to know me” post, I’ll add in little tidbits of info about myself (if I remember that is lol)

Or y’all can ask me questions, that’s okay too!

(((This was a piece that I had originally worked on for another blog that I had been a part of until the main writer and owner of the blog ended up chasing me off, which just helped to fuel this blog!)))

“I need me some jealous Bo! Please!!! Like His crush seems to be getting too close to whoever (Kuroo maybe) and he just gets incredibly jealous and they get to his place (make it college AU please) and kinda end up having kitchen sex ??? On the table??? Is that good ? Can you do that? Thank you in advance ❤

Oh, for the jealous/kitchen sex Bokuto ask, can you make the girl/reader small and chubby and cute ? (It's okay if you say no, just asking ^^)

Since this wasn’t quite specified for either headcanons or a scenario, I’m going to go ahead and do these as a headcanon set just so y’all can kinda get a taste for how I do NSFW just in case if y’all want to give any feedback on it!

Also, if there is ANYTHING similar to what happened last time when I posted something containing a “chubby” reader, you better believe that (REDACTED) and I will have a discussion about what to do with similar requests in the future.”

~ Jae ~

Bokuto Kotarou

For someone who is normally what people consider a major social butterfly who was fairly easygoing, you would never think that Bokuto was capable of having feelings of jealousy

At least that’s what you thought before the two of you started your friendship

Though you had to give him credit as he still acted the same as usual, still the energetic and bubbly guy you’ve known since freshman year of college

And with that comes with Bo’s friends, mainly Akaashi and especially Kuroo

You loved them both dearly, but holy crap they could be a little more than even you could handle at times

But you, Bo, and Kuroo were all basically joined at the hip since the moment y’all met

Even going far enough to rent out a three bedroom house near your college campus as a group of roommates

And initially this didn’t pose an issue to any of you, rather it seemed to be the perfect arrangement for basically the world’s greatest and longest sleepover lol

However even at times the best laid plans come to expect problems

Especially during the hellish Finals Week

As the three of you focused more on your studies and with different class times, it was rare to be able to find time for the three of you to hang out at the same time

And with Bokuto’s volleyball practice schedule (as he was an athletic scholarship recipient) it really didn’t permit him extra time to be at your shared apartment

So imagine his shock when he found you sitting up asleep on the couch, legs curled under you as Kuroo’s head used your plump thighs (HIS nap pillow mind you!)

All of you definitely know how Kuroo sleeps

He literally has tried to, unconsciously mind you, shove his face into your soft stomach like he would his own pillows, arms firmly wrapped around your waist

Unfortunately, this wasn’t the first time that this had happened

Now Bokuto knew for a fact that nothing was going on other than just that

But seeing the two of you situated like that while he wasn’t there had a tendency to play upon his mind and his self confidence quite a bit

And with the stress from practice and finals week, it ended up being a bit too much

So imagine your surprise when he basically hauls Kuroo off of you with a growl and all intents and purposes dumps him outside, in his tank top and boxers, the door like the kitty cat he is and locking the deadbolt

Bo’s back is still turned to you when you call him out, asking what’s going on

He’s completely still as you cautiously approach him

But before you can even touch him, he whirls around and grabs you, molding your small, soft body against his and seemingly squeezes you with every fiber of his being

That’s when you finally notice just how much his body is shaking, especially when he buries his face in your hair and attempts to cover you with as much /him/ as possible

Which frankly giving your small stature, isn’t all that hard to do

Finally coming to terms with the reason of his sudden outburst, you gently pull yourself just enough from his grasp so you can look at him properly

Can you say major big time pout much?

He’s definitely embarrassed from what you can tell by the look on his face but the gathering tears in the corner of his eyes stuns you quite a bit

You knew about Bokuto’s tendencies for major mood swings when his emotions tended to run wild when you became friends

That, and his tendency for extreme neediness when he happened to be in one of those moods

Luckily you’ve had enough practice with his moods that you already lead him to sit down at the kitchen table, always keeping a hand on him and murmuring words of affirmation and affection

However this time Bokuto seems different, your usual way of calming him down and bring around the usual Bo not working like usual

Before you can even blink though, he’s already pulled you into his lap and is holding you by your hips

You shiver as you feel Bokuto press his face into the base of your neck, nuzzling the soft, sensitive skin there.

“Hey Kou? What’s wrong?” you ask as you try to pull back from him so you could actually look him in the eye. You have to bite back a whimper as he refuses to look up and instead chooses to draw you even closer to him.

“Koutarou, you know you can tell me anything, right?” Adjusting yourself to sit better on his lap, you begin to lightly play with his hair. Playing turns into gentle kneading as you wait for him to open up to you, lightly working out the stress knots in his neck and upper back and you can feel him slowly start to relax. Suddenly you feel his lips moving against your neck and you jump.

Bokuto pulls just far enough away from your skin to be able to talk clearly.

“Sorry…” he murmurs, lifting his head to rest it on your shoulder and stares into the kitchen behind you.

“I… when I saw the two of you like that I…” he trails off as he tries to focus on his breathing to steady himself, “...I got jealous. Like, really, really jealous and I don’t know why and I know that it was stupid ‘cause it was just you and /Kuroo/ and that’s normal and I see it all the time but this time it just felt really weird and different and I didn’t like it, I /don’t/ like it.”

He has you in an iron grip at the moment, obviously intending for you to sit there and /stay/ there like his life (or pride) depended on it. Bokuto licks his lips, the motion making his light stubble scratching the sensitive skin on your neck and tickling you.

As you put the pieces together, you slowly come to a conclusion that up until this point you never thought that it would ever be possible but even still you just had to, /needed/ to check and see if it could be true.

“Kou, look at me” you ask, your racing heart attempting to break free from your chest, “Please Koutarou?”

Slowly he loosened up his grip on you and turned to face you but still his eyes refused to meet yours. And if the prominent rosy hue on his cheeks and still present pout were any sort of indicator, you figured that you knew exactly what the answer would be to your next question.

“Kou, when you said that you were jealous of Kuroo…” you hesitated, trying to find just the right words to say, “Could it be that you have a thing for me? Koutarou, do you have feelings for me?”

He flinched which only confirmed your suspicions but you still wanted to hear it from him.

His blush spread to his ears, shining brightly against his hair.

“I...uh… Yeah, yeah I do…”

“Real...really?” You managed to squeal out, suddenly feeling much warmer than you were just a moment ago, obviously whatever Bokuto had was quickly growing contagious.

“I...I, wow, I had no idea Kou…”

“Ah haha, really? I thought I… I mean that's okay! That was a good thing… I think?” He was beginning to quickly deflate, the melancholy starting to slowly crawl into his entire being.

Bokuto gently slipped you from his lap and into the chair next to his before jumping up, turned as if to go.

“I'm just… Sorry, I just remembered that I had somewhere i needed to do a...thing at. I've got to go”

Before he had a chance to turn an walk away, you jumped at him and grabbed his hand.

“Bo, wait!”

He barely had a chance to turn to look at you when you placed your hands on either side of his face and pulled him down, pulling him into a somewhat messy and ill-aimed but heated kiss.

It was like a switch had flipped in Bokuto.

He growled, covering your hands with his much bigger ones as he began to kiss you back with an almost bruising fervor. A hand snaked into your hair and he pulled gently, easing your head back to expose your throat to him as he kissed his way down your jaw, nibbling down the expanse of your neck and leaving hot opened mouthed kisses along the way.

Bokuto backed you up against the kitchen table, reaching behind you to shove last night's attempts at homework and studying to the floor.

Suddenly he ended the kiss, pulling back to study you with those liquid honey eyes of his.

“Yes or no?”

“W-what?” You gasped out as you tried to clear your head a bit from the lust-driven fog in your mind.

He pulled back a little more out if your reach which made you suddenly feel just how warm he was from the sudden loss of his body heat.

“(...), I mean do you want this, want me as much as I want you, yes or no?” His eyes captured yours and the serious look on his face, the one very similar to his Ace face, helped to sober you up some more about what was happening.

But you have had enough already, the once seemingly firm flood gates had finally been allowed to burst open and had no chance of closing again.

“Fuck, Bo, I…” You looked at him, tossed all your cares for that day out the window, and threw your arms around his neck to press your body and your lips firmly against him.

You rolled your eyes when you felt him smile into the kiss and little puffs resembling his hooting escape, but even you had to smile in the end.

Bokuto picked you up to lay you down on the now clear table and started to work on your neck to leave his marks on your skin.

Somehow you had managed to sneak your hands up his chest and was currently in the process of undoing the buttons on his shirt. You ended up getting frustrated at the slow pace, especially with how Bokuto had started nipping and sucking at the base of your neck while one his thumbs rubbed circles into your hips, so you ripped open his shirt the rest of the way and sent buttons flying while you yanked the shirt off of him.

He was forced back a bit when you yanked the shirt off of him and the smouldering look he gave you only fanned the flames.

“Oh? Impatient are we?” Bokuto cocked an eyebrow at you, the huskiness of his voice making you shiver down to your toes.

You scoffed and shot him a look before you grabbed hold of the bottom of your shirt and yanked it over you head, throwing it...somewhere else where you knew that you were going to have to hunt for it later.

But at this moment in time, you could have cared less.

“Less talky, more nakey”, you ordered, hurrying to undo your pants and slide them down your legs, much to his very shocked and bright red reaction. You smirked at the very obvious reaction in his pants thanks to your much more freed choice of clothing options.

“U-uh, yeah… Yeah just give me a sex-...second!” Bokuto stuttered, his brain obviously going on autopilot and what little instinct that he had in that particular fun area. He kept fumbling with his belt buckle and had started to think about just trying to shove his pants down, belt and all.

That was before you decided to take pity on the poor guy and grabbed him by his belt. Your deft hands made quick work of undoing the cumbersome thing and pulled him flush to you, wrapping your legs around his hips to keep him there.

The low moan that slipped from his lips made you flush with desire, his hot and impossibly hard cock nestled snug against your core. His hips stuttered into yours as your fingers grazed the skin above his underwear before he, finally getting impatient, yanked them down and almost tripped in the process.

Which lead him to be face to face with your warm, pink cunt. And in that moment, Bokuto was convinced that it had even *winked* at him.

“Kou~”, You called out to him, trying to get his attention after he hadn’t moved for a few moments.

You braced yourself for what you were about to do.

You reclined back on the table, twisting just so in a way that you thought would look seductive and slowly opened your legs more, slipping a hand down to play with and and tease your pussy directly in front of his face.

He visibly gulped, his eyes flicking back and forth between your own gaze and what you hand was currently doing. He inched forward, falling to his knees almost like worship before you, and closely watched how you would touch yourself. One of his hands slowly came forward and you jumped at the first contact of his cool fingers on your burning hot flesh.

You jumped as soon as he started to explore you, your own hand coming back up to pinch and pull at your nipples while he began playing with your body.

Bokuto slid a hand down the outside of your leg, marveling at how soft your skin felt, pressing trailing kisses up the inside as he propped it up on his shoulder.

“Fuck you feel so good” he groaned as he massaged the back of your legs.

You blushed and squirmed at his kisses that did nothing but dumped fuel on the fire that was burning deep within your belly and making you even more impatient from how slow he was going.

“Bo, you know I’m really loving the fact that you’re worshipping me like you are, but for the love of god, hurry it up or I’m going to leave and finish on my own!” you howled.

Hooking the leg that he had been paying homage to around his back and pulling him closer to you, you showed him just how wet you had grown and he could see your sex quiver from desire and arousal.

“Awww… I wanted to savor it a little bit more” he said, a playful grin growing across his face, as he nuzzled into your thigh. However the look you gave him after that made up his mind for him and he started to run his thumbs up your slit exploring how wet you were before licking from the bottom of your cunt up to your clit moaning as he went.

You gasped as he flicked his tongue over your clit his fingers playing with your pussy as he explored you getting you opened up enough to be able to fit him in. Your hips jumped up as he slowly slid a finger and and looked for that small bundle of nerves before hitting it hard as he smashed his tongue against your clit. Your hand shot to his head your fingers and hands taking hold of his hair and pulling him even closer.

He worked at opening you up with more fingers, adding one after the other as soon as he felt that you were ready to take them all the while playing with that small bundle of nerves with the tips of his calloused fingers and fervently sucking and licking your clit. He could tell that you were getting close to something as your legs started twitching and your thighs started closing in on his head.

You were so close you could feel it coming quickly and you were almost there… and then he decided to pull away pushing your thighs apart and pushing them back towards you almost folding you completely in half.

“Kou!”, you cried out, wanting to yell something, anything!, at him you were so close and it made you so annoyed, but the look on his face as he looked down on you from where he was at that you knew that if it had continued he would have more than likely finish the same way without actually getting to the main event.

“I know ____, I know! But if I kept doing that I, uh…” Bokuto blushed, shuffling closer so you could see just how hard he was. A thick line of precum had beaded at the tip of his visibly throbbing cock and had begun to slowly roll down the underside of its thick head.

“O-oh…” you murmur, finally realizing why he had stopped. You took a good look at him, his thick cock hard enough to reach upwards, bobbing with his every move and every time his pulse jumped.

“Ah, yeah so…” you weren’t looking at him now, the realization of what was finally happening after so long hitting you like a semi.

Bokuto began to deflate a little, feeling a little lost as to what to do now, especially with you not looking at him directly.

But he was definitely surprised when you suddenly surged upwards to grab him by the arms and pull him down to properly lay on top of you. You snuck a peek, looking for his eyes for any sign of any doubt he may have had, but all you saw was his soft look that was slowly giving way as he leaned in to kiss you again.

Which you gratefully accepted, wrapping your arms around him as he moved in between your legs.

“Let me know if anything hurts, okay?” he murmured against your lips, reaching a hand down to grab hold of his cock to rub it against your clit and lower lips, coating himself in your slick.

You moaned into his mouth, squirming against him as he rocked against you, “Just go slow, okay?”

He nodded and clasped himself firmly in his hand, guiding it until it finally met your soaked hole and gently started to push in.

Bokuto gently rocked his hips until he was fully seated in you, pausing to catch his breath and stave of his orgasm from how incredible you felt while also giving you a chance to be able to get used to how thick he was.

You felt so incredibly full that you gasped and grasped at him and pulled you down til his face was resting in your neck.

“Bo…” you rasped out, feeling him suck lightly on your neck and massage your soft curves as he tried to get you to relax underneath him.

You shivered, his every movement that brushed against your body sent tremors down your spine, especially when his hips would stutter and area just below his pelvis started to mash itself snug against your clit and sent shocking bursts throughout your body.

“Kou, please, please move!” you began to beg as your hips started to push against his, seeking that delicious friction that he unknowingly was teasing you with, “Koutarou, I’m okay now, I promise”

“You sure? I don’t want to make you if you need more time…” he searched your face, still refusing to move.

“Bokuto Koutarou, if you don’t stop worrying about me so much and actually start making love to me I swear to god I’ll push you down and ride you as hard as I can”, you growled. You wrapped your legs around his waist and used him to pull yourself up against him to grind down on him to emphasize your point.

He gulped, but you could see that his pupils had blown, the black almost overtaking the gold as he pulled back to look at your pouting face.

“Gotta save that idea for later on apparently…” you giggled to yourself as you watched him raise himself up before pulling out of you.

The harmonious moans that were ripped out of your throats as he thrusted back into your warmth filled the nearly quiet apartment and spurred Bokuto on even more.

You gasped as he started up a steady pace and he lowered his head to take a bouncing nipple into his mouth and sucked.

“You feel so good ____, so wet and warm for me. I can feel you sucking me in” he moaned around your nipple, “You really wanted me and my cock that badly, didn’t you?”

It wasn’t a question. Or at least if it was one, it was one that he knew the answer to already.

“Oh Kou, shut up and fuck me” you laughed, rolling your eyes as a smile crept upon your face.

“Yes ma’am!” he laughed and brought you in for another searing kiss. Bokuto slipped an arm behind you to pull you closer as his thrusts became more rhythmic, cradling you to his chest as he rested his face in your neck.

You arched against him, your breasts rubbing against his muscled chest, sending jolts of pleasure rushing through your body.

“Oh, f-fuck yeessss” you moaned as your hands slid down his broad back to grasp at his waist to help guide his movements. But mainly to get a few handfuls of that delicious looking backside of his, not that you’d tell anyone.

Yet.

He cursed when he felt your nails sink into his back and scratch as you let out the most sinfully dirty sounds after he happened to hit one spot in particular deep within you.

“Fuck, I want you to do that again” he choked into your skin, his warm breath on your neck making you burst into flames. His hips stuttered as he tried to find that one spot again, pushing harder as he felt your walls begin to quiver around his cock.

Bokuto adjusted his stance and, angling his hips to thrust down deeper into you, found that spot that made you mewl before.

You barely had time to suck in a breath before having it all tumble out of you as he started pounding away at that spot.

“AH! Ah a-ah Ko-Koutarou!” you screamed out, slowly losing your mind as he kept hitting spots that made your legs quake, “More! I need you, Kou, please, please give me more!”

“Fuck, don’t say that or I’m not going to be able to last much longer” he pleaded, his hips slamming into you now as he mashed his thumb against your clit and jerkily swirled the rough pad of his thumb around it. Bokuto was hunched over you, your arms still barely able to reach the back of his neck to pull him in for another bruising kiss, your breasts distracting him with their bouncing.

Hot, open mouthed kisses made your mind hazy and you could feel your body start to tighten, your legs wrapping around his waist and locking behind him. You could feel the pull from before rushing in, making you taut and tense.

And then he hit that one spot, rubbed your clit the right way…

And suddenly you were floating.

Bokuto heard you let out a small gasp before your pussy seized his cock and, making a sound like a screech owl , thrusting once, twice before crushing you into him before snapping. His hips rocked against yours as he came, thick ropes of warm cum spilling deep into you.

He said your name like a prayer, smothering you in kisses as the two of you came down from your individual highs.

After a few minutes the two of you look at each other, still bashful, but soon started to laugh.

“Did you seriously do that?!?” you giggled, pushing back the sweat drenched hair from his forehead to look at him better.

“I didn’t do anything!” he protested, his pretend pout losing the battle against the massive grin that was currently at home there.

“Mmhmm, suuure you didn’t” still giggling, you pulled him down into another, sweeter, kiss and to enjoy the moment.

Until you realized that you two were still on the kitchen table.

That you had just had sex on for the first time.

The communal table.

Oops.

“Alright big guy, you’ve got to get off me” patting his shoulder to get him to move so you could get up, “We’ve got to get this mess cleaned up”.

Or so you thought.

“Alright, alright. I’ll help you pick things up.”

You really should have paid more attention to what he was doing exactly.

The next thing you knew, you were being slung over his shoulders and carted off back towards his bedroom with him gleefully groping your ass.

“KOU!” you squealed, trying to sound like you were mad at his antics but you knew that he had you figured out when you felt him turning his head to bite the skin of your lower hip.

He dumped you unceremoniously on his bed before shutting the door and returning to finish his promise from before.

“Now…” he purred, pulling you to the edge of the mattress before sinking down onto his knees and pulling your legs apart, licking his lips at the sight of your dripping cunt oozing with his cum.

“Where were we?”

Meanwhile, Kuroo was still sitting outside in his underwear, luckily having the chance to snag his phone before the door had been shut on him.

“About fucking time, better damn make it count stupid owl” he muttered, scrolling through his phone as he got comfy on the cold tile.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu to the top #bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou #fukurodani #citrus

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chickensarentcheap · 4 years

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Best Part of Me -Chapter 20

Warnings: none

Tagging: @c-a-v-a-l-r-y, @alievans007, @innerpaperexpertcloud

Every Saturday morning Millie has him up at the crack of dawn; a habit she’d developed after their first weekend back in Australia, when she pestered him awake, insisting he watch the sunrise with her. Six months later he can still remember the look of awe and wonder on her face; those blue eyes impossibly wide, her mouth hanging open in shock, hands clasped tightly against her chest. It became their ‘thing’. Sitting out on the back patio and watching as the sun came up, having breakfast and then heading down to the beach. If the conditions were right and the winds not too strong and the waves not too challenging, he’d take her surfing; she’d been a natural from the start, confident, expressing no fear or hesitation. She even had her own board: a custom job that he’d let her pick out and choose the colors and designs she wanted on it. If things weren’t cooperating, they’d take Mac for a walk along the beach and throw things in the water for him to retrieve. Millie would collect rocks, shells and all the beach glass she could possibly find; adding everything to the already expansive collection she kept in shoe boxes under her bed. Or they’d take a hike through the woods that bordered their property, and she’d use his phone to take pictures of any wildlife and ‘cool looking stuff’ they’d stumble upon.

It’s their time together. Before all her siblings are awake and the chaos of the day begins. Just shy of six years old and despite her penchant for profanity and fighting, she’s insanely intelligent and well spoken; introspective and wise, oddly intuitive for someone so young. More like her mother than anyone realizes. And he cherishes their alone time. She’s not his first born; no one could ever replace Austin. But she’s the first in his new life; a living reminder of the second chance that he’s given. A beautiful, amazing little soul that had been created during quite possibly the craziest and most difficult time of his life; in the midst of all the loss and the destruction that Dhaka had brought with it. An accident maybe, not but a mistake. Their bond is profound, stronger than the others. He’d been with her from the go after all, when she was still being carried inside of her mother’s body. When she was a baby, he hadn’t gotten back into the job yet. There’d been no leaving in the middle of the night, no being absent for days and often weeks. And he’d been so grateful to be given another shot at being a father that he’d devoted every waking moment to her.

After the sunrise she helps him make breakfast; standing on one of the kitchen chairs she pushes right up against the stove. The same thing she has him make every Saturday: pancakes topped with fresh fruit and syrup. Proud of herself when she gets the responsibility of mixing the batter and ladling it onto the griddle. Talking his ear off the entire time the food cooks; the dreams she’d had during the night,, everything she’d learned in school that week, all the different activities she and her friends had engaged in during gym and recess. All bright eyed and cheerful, a stark comparison to his more sullen and quiet morning mood. But he humors her. Like always. Offering up nods or small comments at the appropriate times, sympathetic scowls or shakes of the head when she’d complain about something she found wildly unfair or particularly disturbing. When all the food is prepared and they’re ready to head outside to eat, she throws her arms around his neck and squeezes as tight as she can. And when she says “I love you daddy” in that little voice of hers, everything seems perfect and right in the world.

Breakfast is finished and he’s on his second coffee of the morning when she speaks again. Her thick, unruly hair tumbling down the sides of her face and to the middle of her back as she sits across from him; feet up on the seat and her Hello Kitty pajama top pulled over skinned and bruised knees. Those blue eyes dark and serious, her brow furrowed.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah?”

“Is it true you almost died?”

Tyler watches her over the top of his mug, lips pressed against the rim. She’s already perfected the poker face, not even the slightest hint of emotion. And she suddenly seems so much older and mature than her actual age.

“The other night when we saw Auntie Nik and Uncle Kyle,” she continues. “Mommy said you almost died. Is that true?”

Fuck, he silently curses. It had been bad enough dealing with the fallout of Ovi telling her about his ‘real job’; that the reason he went away so often was because he was ‘helping get good people away from bad people’. The nightmares had lasted for two months; she’d wake up screaming in terror, often wetting her bed, sometimes even throwing up. But now this? His own brush with death was something he’d hoped to not have to touch on until she was much older. If ever.

“It is,” he confesses. “I did almost die.”

“The bad guys hurt you?”

He nods.

“How? How did they hurt you?”

“You don’t need to know those things. Maybe when you’re older I’ll tell you. But you’re too young to hear all of that.”

“But it was really bad,” she states.

“Yeah. It was really bad.”

Her expression remains neutral, eyes fixed on her fingers as they fidget with a loose piece of thread on the hem of her night shirt. “Mommy was there too?”

“Mommy was there,” he confirms. “She helped me. So I wouldn’t die.”

“So she’s a hero?”

“I think so. She’s my hero, at least.”

Millie smiles at that. Then quickly turns serious again; those deep lines in her forehead returning, eyes darkening once more. “If you died, I wouldn’t be here. And neither would TJ or Tanner or Declan or Addie.”

“You would still be here. You were going to be here whether I died or not. You were already in mommy’s tummy.”

“Did you know? That I was in there.”

Tyler shakes his head. “I didn’t know. Neither did mommy.”

“How come? How come you didn’t know?”

“The doctor hadn’t told us yet,” it seems like the easiest and most logical explanation for a child to grasp. “We didn’t find out until a little while later that we were having you.”

“So if you died, mommy would have been all alone when she found out about me? She would have had to have me all by herself? With no daddy in the room?”

He manages a nod, finding himself fighting back his own wave of emotion. It’s something he doesn’t think about often; if he’d died and Esme would have been left to handle everything on her own. How she would have felt finding out that she was carrying the baby of a dead man. With nothing more than those five days in Dhaka to remember him by.

“That’s sad,” Millie’s voice is a near whisper, tears slipping down her cheeks. “Poor mommy.”

He doesn’t know what to say. Or if there’s anything he can say. No wise or helpful words of comfort that can heal that particular wound. Especially when flooded with his own emotions: sadness, regret, guilt. That he’d ever put Esme in that situation in the first place.

Millie rebounds quickly; brushing the tears off her cheeks with the backs of her hands and tucking her hair behind her ears. “Were you happy?” she asks. “When you found out that I was in mommy’s tummy?”

“Yeah...” he takes a swig of coffee. “...I was happy. Surprised. But happy.”

“A good surprise?”

He smiles. “A very good surprise.”

“Because you were sad before, right? Because Austin died. And he was you first baby. I’m the second.”

“You’re my first too. You’re my first with your mom. That still counts. And yeah, I was happy because I was getting a second chance to be a dad. Your mommy gave me that chance. So did you. Did you know that I used to talk to you all the time? When you were in mommy’s tummy.”

Her eyes and her voice brighten. “You did?”

Tyler nods. “I used to put my hand on mommy’s stomach and you’d always kick it. I used to tell you all kinds of stuff. About all the thing we were going to get to do together. About how awesome it was going to be take you to beach and teach you how to surf. About how much I loved you and couldn’t wait to meet you.”

“Mommy said that you got to meet me first. When I was born.”

“I did. I was the very first person that doctor gave you to.”

“Did you cry?”

“I did,” he admits. “More than you did, I think. You were kind of quiet, actually. You were just looking around at everyone and everything with those big blue eyes.”

“What did I look like?”

“You were really small. Not as small as Addie though. You were three pounds heavier than her. And you had tons of hair. A little darker than it is now.”

“Was I cute?”

“The cutest baby ever.”

“Did I look like you or mommy?”

“Would I say you were the cutest baby ever if you looked like your mom? Come on now.”

“Daddy!” she scolds. “That’s mean. Mommy is very pretty.”

“She is. You’re the cutest baby ever and she’s the prettiest mommy ever. But you looked like me. You looked like me then and you look like me now.”

“That’s okay I guess,” she gives a rather forlorn sigh. “I mean, you’re okay to look at, I suppose.”

Tyler smirks. “Now who’s mean?”

“I learn from the best,” she declares, then reaches for the plastic cup of chocolate milk that sits on the table. “If you and mommy didn’t know each other and didn’t have any kids and you met her somewhere, would you still fall in love with her?”

“Absolutely,” he replies with no hesitation.

“Would you still marry her?”

“I’d marry your mom a million times over. Think she’d marry me? If she didn’t know me yet and just met me?”

“I think so. I mean, she obviously loves you, right?”

“Think so?”

“I know so. I mean, she puts up with your shit.”

Tyler laughs at that. “Yeah,” he agrees. “She does.”

“But I think you’re doing okay, daddy. I think you’re brave and you’re strong and you need to be nicer to yourself. You need to say nice things to yourself instead of bad things. When you get up in the morning, you should look in the mirror and tell yourself that you’re awesome and no one is going to make you angry or sad or dull your sparkle. That’s what I do, you know,” she pushes her hand through her hair, moving it off her forehead and away from her face. “Every day when I get up, I tell myself, ‘Amelia, it’s going to be a great day’. I use my real name when I talk to myself. Just ‘cause.”

Tyler grins. “You talk to yourself a lot?”

“When I want to have an intelligent conversation,” she responds, and he nearly chokes on a mouthful of coffee. “I mean, have you met the kids in my class? Or my brothers? I have to talk to myself. There’s no other option. And I tell myself, ‘Amelia, no one is going to dull your sparkle!’”

“No one could EVER dull your sparkle, Millie. No one. You’re a lot like your mom, you know. More than people realize.”

Esme is all personality as well. For years she’d had to hide it behind a tough, no nonsense exterior; her time in the Corps, the disastrous marriage to Mark, her years on the job spent lying and conning people. She’d never been able to be herself, for one reason or the other. But the true Esme had always been lingering just under the surface; vibrant and carefree, a bit of a wild child, one that loves life and everyone in it and tries to never waste time on regret and ‘what ifs’. Moving back to Australia had brought it all out of her. It had been like meeting her all over again for the first time; she was Esme, but she wasn’t. Even now there are shades of the Dhaka Esme lingering under the surface, but that Esme is no longer in control. The new one has taken over. And seeing those different sides to her...seeing her real personality come out...had made him fall even more in love with her. Which he had thought wasn’t even remotely possible.

“If you don’t think you can tell yourself stuff like that, I can do it for you,” his daughter offers. “I can tell you that you’re awesome and that you’re brave and strong and that there’s no better daddy in the whole, wide world. Not even in the whole universe.”

Tyler never thought an almost six-year-old could bring him to his knees, but if he’d been standing, she would have done just that. The words take his breath away; so innocent and pure. So honest. That IS how she sees him. To her, he’s the strongest, bravest man that exists. She doesn’t know just how broken and damaged he actually is, nor does she have any recollection of the birthdays he’s missed or the times he’d left in the middle of the night without even saying goodbye. And if she does, she’s forgiven him and holds no grudges.

“Don’t cry, daddy,” she implores, and she’s climbing into his lap now and taking his face in her hands. “Don’t be sad. Be happy. I’m here.”

“You have no idea how happy that does make me. That you ARE here.”

Her eyes sparkly mischievously. “Because I’m your favorite?”

“I don’t have a favorite. I love all of you.”

She rubs her palms against his beard, giggling at how it feels against her skin. “It’s okay, daddy. You can tell me. I can keep a secret.”

Grinning, he combs a hand through her hair, moving it away from her face and pushing it off her shoulders. “You’re my favorite,” he concedes, and presses a kiss to her forehead.

She gives a brilliant smile; one that wrinkles the corners of her eyes and crinkles the top of her nose. Then wraps her arms around his neck and settles her head on his shoulder. “I knew it.”

****

“I really do want a puppy,” Millie announces three hours later, from where she’s perched upon his shoulders, hands clasped together and forearms folded, resting on top of his head.

They’d spent nearly two hours in the water; alternating between swimming and surfing, then had joined the rest of their family for a second breakfast. And while Esme and Declan went to the neighbors and Kyle took the twins for a ‘guys day, Millie had insisted of spending the day with him. Even if meant doing nothing more than going into town and running errands: picking up baby formula and prescriptions, checking items off a small grocery list, and browsing through stores. Since their talk that morning she’d been clingy; more so than usual, not wanting to let him out of her sight. And he enjoys it; the way she’s so attached to him. Even the way she can talk him into doing just about anything for her. Possessing the innate ability to get him out of his comfort zone without him even realizing he’s doing it.

“What kind of puppy?” Tyler asks, shopping bags on one hand, free arm across her legs to keep her in place.

“I dunno. A cute one. A fluffy one. Really fluffy. Like a little bear. But not as mean and big when it grows up.”

“We already have Mac,” he reminds her.

“Mac needs a friend.”

“He has you and your brothers and your sister.”

“A furry friend. Like him.”

“He does, does he?”

Millie nods. “Maybe for my birthday?”

“You never know.”

He and Esme had already made the decision; picking out –and paying for- an Australian shepherd that could picked up the morning of the big day. A friendly –albeit extremely hyper- little thing with enormous blue eyes and a playful disposition. The breeder had asked for a name so the puppy could get used to it and recognize it in the home, and without hesitation he’d said ‘Saju’. It seemed fitting; that man had been strong and loyal to the bitter end.

“I’m going to be six, you know,” Millie says.

“I know. I was there when you were born, remember?”

“Did mommy cry? When I was born?”

“What is your obsession with people crying when you were born?”

“Mommy and I watched The Baby Story on Netflix. Everyone on that show cries when their baby is born. Did mommy?”

“Mommy cries at sad commercials. Of course she cried when you were born.”

“Was she sad?”

“Why would she be sad? She was happy. And relieved. Because you were healthy and you made it safe and sound. It was a lot of hard work, you know. Keeping you inside of her as long as she could. Couple times we didn’t think you’d make it that far. That you’d arrive a lot sooner.”

“Like Addie?”

Tyler nods.

“Addie’s super tiny! But she’s tough. And when she squeezes my finger, she squeezes really hard! When she’s older, I’m going to teach her to fight. So no boys pick on her.”

“How about you not teach her to fight and you just beat up whoever picks on her.”

“Like a bodyguard?”

“Exactly.”

“I can do that. Keep the boys away from her. Because boys suck!”

Tyler smirks. “I’m a boy. I don’t suck.”

“That’s different. You’re daddy. You’re a boy, but you’re not.”

“What happened to that Ryan kid?”

“We broke up,” she sighs. “I was sad at first, but mommy said there’s lot of other fish in the pond and I should keep fishing until I find the right one. Even if I have to fish until I’m a lot older. And she said I should never lower my standards.”

“She’s a pretty smart lady that mommy of yours.”

“She is. You’re lucky daddy. That she loves you. ‘Cause she’s crazy cute and crazy smart and lots of boys want someone who is crazy cute and crazy smart.”

“Yeah? What boys? I want names so I can beat them up.”

“Don’t be jealous just ‘cause boys like her. Appreciate it. They like her, but she likes you.”

“You know, you’re awful smart for just about six.”

“I know,” she giggles. “Cute like daddy, smart like mommy.”

“That’s exactly it.”

He stops at the truck to put the bags in the back and they continue on. Taking her to the pet store, where she ‘ooos and awws’ over the wall to wall tanks of various sizes and colors of fish, giggles at the antics of the birds and the hamsters, and gets to pet the kittens and a hedgehog the workers bring out for her to see. But she’s most intrigued by a large tarantula and the snakes. The kid that doesn’t panic when the Huntsmen spiders get into the house or someone finds a snake curled up and hiding in the toe of one of their shoes. She’s calm and composed while everyone else –aside from him- if losing their minds and Esme is threatening to burn the place down.

They go for ice cream next; in a candy shop very similar to the one they used to frequent in Telluride. Millie never talks about Colorado or about their old home; almost as if those times never even existed and she’d been in Australia from day one. Her developing accent is stronger than the other kids’ and every day he hears her voice changing more and more; filling him with a sense of pride that he can’t quite explain.

He sees the way people react to them together; the smiles and the passing comments they get, especially from women. It’s the visual, he supposes. Someone his height and his size catering to a little girl in pig tails and a flamingo patterned sundress.

“Why do girls like big muscles?” Millie asks, as they sit at table on the outdoor patio; kneeling in her seat in order to reach her bowl of ice cream.

“I don’t know,” Tyler replies. “Who likes big muscles?”

“Lots of girls. Mommy does. She likes YOUR big muscles.”

“Mommy knows a good thing when sees it, I guess.”

“I see the way girls look at your muscles. How they look at YOU. I hate it. It’s gross. You’re my dad. I don’t want them thirsty bitches looking at you.”

He frowns. “Amelia...”

“I know...I know...bad language...sorry. But it’s true. I don’t want girls looking at my dad like that. You’re already married. To mommy.”

“Yeah, and I’m going to stay married to mommy. Doesn’t mean other girls can't look. Just means they can’t touch.”

“’Cause mommy will throat punch them.”

Tyler nods. “Exactly.”

“And don’t want Salena looking at you like that either. I don’t appreciate her touching you. Touching your arm. That made me mad.”

“You need to relax.”

“Don’t tell me to relax.”

He can’t help but laugh. “You sounded exactly like your mother just then.”

“She shouldn’t have touched you,” Millie continues her rant. “Only mommy should. Because you’re daddy and she’s mommy and you should only touch each other.”

“That’s a very good point. You don’t like her? Salena?”

“I dunno,” Millie shrugs. “I guess she’s okay. It just made me mad. When she touched you.”

“It’s no big deal. Mommy said it was okay.”

“I don’t care. It was wrong and you can’t convince me otherwise. Do you want other guys touching mommy?”

Tyler scowls. “Do they?”

“That’s not the question. Do you? Want other guys touching her?”

“There better not be other guys touching her.”

“Mommy would never let them touch her. Only you’re allowed to touch her.”

“Have other guys tried? Have you seen them try?”

“Daddy, you’re missing the whole point,” she sighs in exasperation. “Do you, or don’t you? Sheesh.”

“I’ll more than throat punch any guy that touches your mother.”

“Well then no girl should touch you either. It’s only fair.”

“You know, you are way too smart for your own good.”

“It’s common sense!” Millie reasons. “I’m going to tell her when I see her. That she’s not allowed to touch you ever again. Or else.”

“How about you stop being such a bad ass and mind your business,” Tyler suggests.

“You’re my dad. You ARE my business.”

“Why don’t you like her?” he asks once more. “Other than the whole touching me thing.”

“It’s not that I don’t like her...I just...” she sighs and allows the words to trail off.

Tyler watches her at he eats his own ice cream; patiently waiting for her to continue. Recognizing that intense, deep in thought expression on her face. It’s one he’s seen many times in the mirror. Esme had called it ‘frowny eyebrows’.

“I don’t trust her,” Millie finally says.

“Why?”

“I don’t know, she shrugs, and licks ice cream off the end of her spoon. “I just don’t. Do you?”

“I’m trying to,” he admits.

“Maybe you don’t trust her for a reason. Maybe you don’t know what it is either.”

“Or I’m just paranoid.”

“No. That’s not it. Mommy says you have really good...” her eyebrows pinch together once more as she struggles to remember the word.

“Instincts?” Tyler offers.

“Yeah! That’s it. Instincts. That’s what mommy said. Those are good things to have, yeah?”

“Most of the time.”

“So maybe they said not to trust her, and you need to listen to them.”

He chuckles. “I don’t know what kind of ‘grow up juice’ they’re giving you at school, but I think you need to lay off it. There’s no way you’re only five.”

“Excuse you, I’m almost six.”

“Sorry. Almost six. You sure you’re not more like sixty?”

“Just six. But six means I’m getting bigger. That I’m growing up.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“I can’t stay little forever, daddy. No matter how much you want me to. One day I’m going to get married and you’re going to have to give me away.”

Tyler frowns. “Are you intentionally trying to depress me or...?”

“I’m just saying. It’s sad. That mommy’s daddy didn’t get to do that when she married you.”

“He died a long time before I ever met your mom. She was just a teenager.”

“But even though he’s dead, he’s still my grandpa, yeah?”

Tyler nods.

“And your dad is my grandpa too. But I don’t get to see him. Even though he’s still alive. Mommy said he’s sick. Will I catch it if I go see him?”

“It’s not that kind of sick. You can’t catch it.”

She pouts. “I don’t remember him.”

“You were just a baby the last time I took you there. Did you want to see him?”

“Yeah...I guess...I mean, he’s my grandpa. Will he remember me?”

“Probably not. It’s been a long time since he last saw you.”

“When we moved away when I was a baby. Maybe you could take me there. To see him. So he can see what I look like now.”

“If you want to go and see him, I’ll take you. But...”

She arches an eyebrow, spoon in her mouth as she waits for him to continue.

“...he doesn’t remember who I am, either. Some days he does, some days he doesn’t. It might be a good day for him, might be a bad day.”

“Because he’s sick? Is his brain sick.”

“Yup. That’s exactly it”

“Which means we can’t even bring him popsicles and chicken noodle soup. Those always make me feel better when I’m sick.”

“He might like them, but they don’t help.”

“Hmmm...” her eyes focus on the snack in front of her, spoon swirling around in the now melted remnants of ice cream; bottom lip pulled between her teeth. “...but it might cheer him up. To see me.”

“It could,” Tyler agrees.

“And maybe he can come to my birthday party.”

“What birthday party?” He inquires, and she gives him a sly smile, spoon poised against her lips.

“Amelia.”

“Daddy,” she responds, using the exact same tone.

“What birthday party?”

“Mommy said I had to talk to you about it. And then you could talk to her.”

“About...”

“Okay....so....” she scoops the last of the melted ice cream into her mouth and then ducks under the table, resurfacing beside him and scrambling into his lap. “...I thought it would be really fun if the whole class could come over.”

“To our house?”

She nods enthusiastically.

“That’s a lot of kids.” And a lot of parents that will likely stick around. Each of them complete strangers. In the one place he holds most sacred and where he feels the most at ease. And he can feel the anxiety building at the mere thought of it.

“We have lots of room,” she reasons. “And a big beach and lots of water. None of my other friends have any of that. It would be really fun. A beach party.”

“And you’re sure that’s what you want to do? You don’t want to go to the amusement park or to go the koala sanctuary or...?”

“I like home the best. It’s the most fun. Mommy said to talk you about I.”

“She did, did she?”

Millie nods. “I know you don’t like lots of people around, daddy. It’s because of the bad guys, right?”

“You don’t worry about that stuff, okay?” He offers her the last spoonful of his ice cream and she happily accepts it. “Those things aren’t for little people to worry about.”

“But you’re my daddy,” she reasons. “So I worry about you.”

“I know. And I appreciate it and I love you for it. But you’re five...”

“Almost six!” she interjects.

“...and you need to worry about kid stuff. Not about that crap. And you really want to have you friends over for your birthday?”

“I do.”

“I’ll talk to your mom and we’ll make it happen. I’ll deal with it my own shit.”

Millie giggles. “You said no bad language today, daddy.”

“I’m sorry. You’re right. Fuck.”

“Daddy!” she erupts into giggles. “That even worse language!”

“You going to rat on me to your mom?”

“I’d never rat on you. Unless some other girl touches you. Then I will tell mommy for sure.”

“You’re touching me right now,” he points out.

“That’s different. I’m allowed.”

“Says who?”

“You’re my dad. You helped make me. I still don’t understand how though. How’d you help? How’d you get me in mommy’s tummy?”

“I just did. You don’t need to know how.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so. Ready to go?”

“Ready!” she chirps, and then wriggles her way around to his back; wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his torso.

“You’re choking me,” he gasps and gags dramatically

“Sorry,” Millie laughs, and he waits until she once more gets herself up onto his shoulder, hands tightly gripping his hair as he stands up. “Don’t drop me!” she pleads. “You’re a giant and I’ve got a long way to fall!”

“Your hard head will protect you,” he assures her.

“I don’t have a hard head. That’s mean, daddy. Let’s go to the dollar store!” she declares, as he tosses the empty bowls and dirty spoons into the trash.

“No way. I take you in there, I’m stuck there for hours.”

“I need craft paper. And glitter.”

“For what?”

“Birthday invitations. I want to make my own. You can help.”

“That’s more your mother’s thing.”

“Mommy does enough. You can help.”

“Millie...”

“Daddy...” she giggles.

“How do you always manage to talk me into these things?”

“Because you love me and I’m your favorite.”

“Fifteen minutes in the store. In and out.”

“Twenty if the line is long,” Millie debates.

“I’m only agreeing to twenty if you use your allowance and buy me a Gatorade.

She laughs and rests her chin on the top of his head. “Deal.”

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