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Masterlist
Original ask games Iâve made are under #smut prompts or here
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something a bit different today, natsuhokke smut where theyâre both transmasc
Afab!Natsume x Afab!Hokuto
tags: implied subanatsuhokke, non penetrative sex, sex toys (vibrator), clit stimulation, first orgasm, bondage
ao3
On the bed lies Hokuto, clothes stripped off his body and folded neatly on the seat nearby. His wrists are tied tightly together above his head with nylon rope in a bright red color, as picked by Natsume. His legs are pushed apart, spread wide enough that anyone can see the slit that lies between them, the tinge of pink in the middle of the small mound noticeable compared to his pale skin. To ensure he remains in the same position, his calves have been pushed up to press against his thighs, where more of the same red rope binds them together to prevent him from closing them or trying to hide.
Standing above him is Natsume, sharp yellow eyes glinting with absolute delight at the scene heâs prepared for himself. Every inch of Hokutoâs skin is free for him to eat up with his gaze, nothing left to the imagination. Itâs clear who holds the power in this situation.
âIs this really necessary?â Hokuto asks with a raised brow, body moving slightly as he tries to pull against his restraints. It doesnât give.
âOf coursE, do you not trust mE? After alL, who was the one who asked for my helP?â
Hokuto closes his eyes and sighs. His lack of a response means Natsume can continue. The redhead tugs at one of the ropes holding up Hokutoâs arms, checking its tautness.
âWhat exactly does an orgasm feel like?â
Natsume almost chokes on his drink, a lemon and cucumber infused iced tea, at the bluntness of the question posed. He looks bewildered, but Hokuto doesnât seem deterred by Natsumeâs reaction at all, in fact his nonchalant gaze makes Natsume question if he's the one thatâs overreacting.
He has a lot of things he wants to say. The first thing that pops up is why the hell Hokuto thought it was a good idea to invite him to a cafe if he was going to be asking about sex. The second thing is what he decides to say aloud, after heâs managed to swallow the water down the correct path in his throat.
âHavenât you had sex beFORE?â
Hokuto nods. âI have, and I believe weâve both done it with Akehoshi before. But I know that our bodies are more similar, so I wanted to ask you.â
Heâs only privy to such information because of both of their unique relationships with Subaru, but that part isnât what intrigues Natsume. Itâs the idea that Hokuto believes heâs still so inexperienced, why was that? Natsume has explored his own body enough that he knows all the right spots he needs to hit to get to his climax, and though heâs never told Baru about the specifics, he didnât need much guidance to figure it out himself. But Natsumeâs body was Natsumeâs, and Hokutoâs body was Hokutoâs. Everything that made them tick was different, and if he was approaching him for helpâŠ
Natsume shakes his head as he remembers the conversation leading up to their present positions. He still needs to scold Baru for neglecting his partnerâs pleasure, but it did lead him to this delightful situation, so Natsume decides heâll do it another time.
âIâm going to start pressing some areAS. Do you know which parts are sensiTIVE?â
Hokuto remains straight faced as he thinks the question over. Oh, how Natsume will delight in breaking that expression down into a more desperate, pathetic one.
âI assume just around my crotch. Akehoshi likes playing with my chest, but I canât say I feel much when he does so.â
Natsume nods, and brings his hands over to Hokutoâs entrance, using two fingers to push against the skin and opening him up to get a good look at how the pink of his slit becomes a darker shade the further he looks inside.
âIâm going to press around this areA. Let me know when you feel pleaSURE.â
He confirms with a nod and Natsume begins to prod and poke around Hokutoâs cunt, tracing a finger against the outer lip up to where thereâs the faintest trace of regrowing stubble. He goes to the next layer, touching lines of warm skin that Natsume dips a finger past, towards his core. Hokutoâs not aroused yet, judging from the lack of body fluids, but his walls immediately clamp around the intrusion. Natsume hums as he slides in another finger deeper, making a scissor motion to see if Hokuto reacts, but all he gets is a grunt. He supposes Hokuto is just as quiet during actual sex.
âYou have no problem getting weT, do yoU?â
âNot that Iâm aware of.â Hokuto responds matter of factly, as if another manâs fingers arenât exploring his most private area. âAkehoshi also uses lube, so itâs never been a problem.â
âWhen he goes inside yoU, what do you feeL?â
âIt feels strange, but not bad. I guess I would describe it as warm.â
âDo you feel something like spasms during iT?â
âI donât think so.â
Natsume hums in thought at the response. He slides his finger upwards, letting it catch the slightest bit of Hokutoâs wetness before pressing up against the tiny nub near the top, making Hokuto jump.
âT-There, I felt something.â
Natsume chuckles. âOf coursE, I expected you to feel at least someTHING. The clit is where all the pleasure comes from after alL.â
Natsume takes the pressure off for a split second before he presses down again, Hokutoâs leg muscles flexing in response as his eyebrows furrow. From his position, Natsume can see the way his lip is pursed oh so slightly, making the line of his smile waver.
âI think I underSTAND.â Natsume nods, pulling his fingers away. He keeps his eyes on Hokuto to see any sort of reaction. âYou need your clit stimulated to cuM. Thatâs norMAL.â
âIâŠsee.â Hokuto nods. âSo if I touch that part enough, Iâll orgasm?â
âTheoreticaLLY. Some people canât reach that feeling just with their fingers or even with their partNER, they need extra help with toolS. It will take some experimenting to figure ouT.â
âBut youâre not like that?â
âNo, Iâd say we have different toleranCES.â
âSo it must be a lot easier for Akehoshi to please you.â
Natsume lets the displeasure show on his face. Obviously Hokuto didnât mean it in a negative way, but Natsumeâs been teased enough about it during his dirty talk that he doesnât appreciate anyone else commenting on it.
âAs I was saYING, you likely need extra helP.â
He walks over to the drawer next to the bed, pulling out a white wand with a circular head and settling himself back between Hokutoâs legs.
âWhat is that?â Hokuto asks. Natsumeâs annoyance fades as he looks at the genuine curiosity on the other boyâs face. He canât believe how lucky he is, that he gets to be the one to explain all this to Hokuto and bring about his first experience with what he hopes will be an unforgettable night.
âYou really are so eaGER,â Natsume murmurs to himself before raising his voice, âItâs a vibraTOR. Itâll make things easiER. You want to know what an orgasm feels likE, corRECT?â
Hokuto nods. Natsume grins devilishly and presses the tip of it on the inside of Hokutoâs thighs, a few inches away from his entrance, then flicks the switch on. A low buzzing sound fills the air of the room, and Hokutoâs expression shifts, though not dramatically.
âHow does that feeL?â
âStrange.â
âIt takes a few minutes to get in the mooD, so be paTIENT.â
Natsume takes his time making slow movements on the skin of his thigh, then shifts the vibrator nearer to skirt the outside of Hokutoâs entrance. He brings the vibrator closer to his outer lips, circling around it as he glides it across his skin. Natsume pays attention both to the expressions on Hokutoâs face and the way his body is reacting, wanting to see both at the same time but worrying focusing on one will make him miss out on movement from the other. It all builds up to the point where Natsume presses the vibe directly against his clit.
âA-AhâŠâ
Natsume feels self satisfaction at hearing the first moan heâs ever heard Hokuto make, thinking to himself that perhaps even Subaru hasnât heard that sound before. Natsume presses the tip harder against the clitâs hood, and Hokuto tries to buck his hips up, to no avail. If Hokuto reacts how Natsume thinks he will, he knows the stages that heâll go through, his initial curiosity turning into frustration then desperation right before the bliss. Though since heâs doing it as an outsider, he can only guess until Hokuto externally reacts. Hokutoâs hips shake without Natsume laying a finger directly on him, the vibrator doing all the work. He simply watches with amusement as whimpers of pleasure escape Hokutoâs lips.
Natsume experiments with strokes in different directions along Hokutoâs increasingly wet cunt, even pushing the head in towards his core to gather his fluids and rub them against the parts that they hadnât reached. Natsume figures something out when he moves the vibrator with upward strokes against his clit. Hokuto lets out a small gasp, and another pang of smug satisfaction strokes Natsumeâs ego. Heâs found the sweet spot, and plans to abuse it. Immediately, his hand movements all focus on that one small spot, pushing and dragging the vibe only on that bundle of nerves. The sudden onslaught makes Hokuto let out half restrained noises that just pushes Natsume to go even faster.
âSakaâŠsakiâŠâ Hokuto manages to spill out his name, and Natsume delights in how much he struggles with such a simple task.
âYeS, Hokke?â Natsume coos out. Heâs ready to hear the pleads to stop, the desperate begging for him to just get it over with and fuck him with his fingers instead of teasing his cute clit so much.
âK-Kiss me, please.â
He obliges, though he doesnât let go of the vibrator. He leans forward at an awkward angle, and when their lips meet Natsume almost flinches from the sheer desperation Hokuto engulfs his sensations with. He can taste the desire from the way his tongue pushes itself past his lips and into his mouth, the half whines from his throat as his legs try to close and shift, making the vibrations worse. For a short moment, Natsume thinks about what heâs done, introducing Hokuto to such stimulation. But then they separate and Natsume sees a new expression on him, one thatâs just built up, uncontrollable lust, and Natsume decides thatâs the only face he wants to see him make for the rest of his life.
âI-I think Iâmââ Hokuto sucks in a breath, âIâm going toââ
âLet it hapPEN.â Natsume murmurs, and he watches in glee as Hokutoâs eyes scrunch shut and his body convulses, a silent cry coming from his mouth as his back arches. Natsume keeps the vibrator on him for a few seconds longer before shutting it off, the air much quieter without the constant buzzing. Natsume silently puts the toy on the bedside table as Hokutoâs ragged breaths slow down, becoming small, barely audible exhales by the time he circles back to his previous spot.
âHow was thaT?â
ââŠUnlike anything Iâve ever felt.â
Natsume has the overwhelming urge to grab the vibrator again, to press it against Hokutoâs overstimulated clit and leave it there to see how much more he cums and moans and begs. But he knows the payoff from taking it slow will be much sweeter, to corrupt him inch by inch, until heâs reliant on the pleasure, on Natsume, on a daily basis. For now heâll have to be satisfied with the fun heâs had with Hokuto. He begins to untie the tight bondage Hokutoâs been in for what heâs sure is beginning to be an uncomfortable amount of time. His legs splay out onto the bed the moment his thighs are no longer held up, making a delayed effort to close them only when his wrists are freed a minute or so later.
âWant some waTER?â
Hokuto doesnât respond immediately, still spaced out. His gaze is on the vibrator on the table next to him. He can tell the new feeling in between his legs is fading, but it lingers. Persistently staying, like it had become a part of him.
(i feel like I shoud put a cw for this but idk how to properly uh, cw for prostitution and degradation, just in case)
I want to indulge in the Natsume sexualization even if my brain is just not honying rn... A thought that haunts me from time to time is free use (sometimes) whore idol Natsume, even if it's very ooc but it's so good to imagine okay. I need to fuck him on stage while everyone is taking pictures, him getting dizzy from the cameras' flashes, fans lining up to fuck him while he's trapped in a wall (bonus point of him seeing the transactions from his sides, his brain getting mushy for every pay he gets from getting his hole fucked, fans paying extra to not use protection an fill him to the brim), getting milked just because ppl would pay for that, recording and streaming himself getting fucked... At some point he wonders if he's doing it just for the money or if he's just addicted to the rush of using his body. - Kaoru pegger
yesss let him slut himself out!! Idc if itâs ooc I think itâs just fun when mobs get to have their fun with characters.
mmm for the last bit Iâve had similar thoughts of camboy natsume, though I always think heâd do it less for the money and more for the thrill of being seen that way. of course he denies it to anyone that asks
Thoughts about dumbification with Natsume to the point he can't think. I don't think I can go into details without going insane but I'm just a sucker for sub Natsume, cocky guy mindbroken and reduced to a needy mess and just nods at anything you say, even if it's insulting. He'd set his pride aside if the means you'll let him keep riding you like a good boy. I want to press my thumb against his tongue and caress his cheek, just some good praise and condescending affection after getting completely messed up. - Kaoru pegger
NO GO INSANE WITH ME I NEED TO SEXUALIZE HIM MORE
but so glad you said this cuz I feel like thereâs so many fun things to do with natsume and dumbification is one of them. itâs only appealing to me when the guy is usually so collected or acts cool, because itâs like. oh youâre so needy for sex itâs all you can think about now? good boy. aughfhejwhs
I did also talk to crow abt it but I particularly like the scenario where itâs omega natsume in heat and he biologically CANT resist just letting his mind go numb and let himself get fucked. sooo so cute for him to become a needy mess because heâs too horny to even feel embarrassed anymore. subanatsu wip related
maybe you can help him get over his fear of dogs by how submissive and pliant to his actions you are, letting him take care of you while you just let him do whatever he wants
mao has a breeding kink that stemmed from all the hentai and pornos heâs consumed. it started off with pure curiosity, with most of the adult works he stumbled on never having the top use a condom, making him wonder if it really did feel better without using protection. but then it slowly evolved into him wanting to try it out himself, to see if cumming inside his partner really would feel that good, watching creampie videos and getting himself more riled up at the idea of doing that himself, with his own cum dripping out of his partner. of course heâs too shy to admit that. heâll always use condoms as expected of him, but the itch to just say screw it and take it off one day always lingers in the back of his head as the centerpoint of his fantasies
I think she has a fantasy about being tied down to a bench and blindfolded as all the idols have their way with her. she wouldnât know whose dick is pounding her or whose tongue is pressing against her own, just that itâd feel so good to give up all control for once
taking the chance to deal with a long overdue request since I owe the people meru smut anyways
Alpha!HiMERU x Catboy!Omega!Male!Reader
tags/warnings: abo, public sex, breeding, knotting, stomach bulge
ao3
Loud mewls were forced out of you with each buck of the alphaâs hips, the wet slapping each time his cock slid inside your slick hole covered up by his grunts. Himeru had one hand holding your hips steady while the other toyed with your leaking cock, twitching in his grasp and covering his fingers with seed from the multiple orgasms he had brought you to. Your knees dug into the laminated floor, surely bruising from the weight pressed onto them. Your sharp claws dragged against it in a futile attempt to grasp onto something.
âNow now, omega.â Himeru hummed, his brutal pace not matching how calm he sounded. âIâd like to not get caught, so please donât scratch up the floor.â
You could barely register his words, mouth agape only to moan and drool as more slick gushed onto his cock. Your body buckled under his harsh thrusts as the liquid pooled onto the floor into a clear puddle, more things for Himeru to worry about later.
He had been ready to practice in the dance room by himself before he stumbled across you trying to jerk yourself off to deal with your heat. Normally this type of debauchery was below him, but you were scratching his clothes, begging him not to leave you and giving him such a desperate lookâŠ
Himeru could do anything he wanted since you werenât in a clear enough state of mind to stop him. The problem was exactly thatâyou wanted him to do everything, begging for him to fuck you and mark you as his own. He really should have just left you aloneânothing good would come from it, but something inside him refused to let you be by yourself. It certainly didnât help that everything out of your mouth tempted him in ways he didnât think was possible. He had never even thought of having kids at this point in time, so then why did his cock throb the moment you asked him to knock you up? And when you wrapped your tail around his arm, he didnât try and pull away, in fact it drew him in closer. âHiMERUâ was supposed to be a beta, but his stupid alpha body was disobeying, perhaps as years of payback for suppressing its urges with medicine.
âHah, a-alpha~â You meowed loudly when he pressed against a sweet spot just right. âPlease, harder! I need more!â
âSo insistent.â He obeyed your request, picking up his pace to ram into the spot that made you cry in pleasure.
âYes, yes!â Your tongue lolled as you came again, cum spurting from the tip of your cock while your hole clenched around Himeruâs length.
Even now, while he was pounding you into bliss, Himeru was conflicted inside. It wasnât too late to run away, even if youâd be more than upset. He could lie to you and say he was actually a beta, you just confused his scent as that of an alpha because of your heat. He just had to will himself to pull away before his knotâoh gods, his knot had already formed. You could feel something large pressing against your entrance when he tried to bottom out, and you knew you wanted it inside you.
He inhaled sharply as you pressed your rear up against his crotch, trying to take the knot in. You were already so wet, he could push it in with just a few more thrustsâŠ.no, he had to stop. Getting exposed as an alpha would be bad enough, but knotting an omega he wasnât in a relationship with? What would âHiMERUâ do?
â/Name/, H-HiMERU needs to end thisââ
âInside!â You wailed, misunderstanding him in your dazed state. âFinish in me, knot me with your litter! I wonât be satisfied until you breed me full~â
Your voice was like honey dripping into his ears, and he let out a growl that surprised even himself. A primal urge coursed through his veins and before he realized it, his hips slammed into yours and his knot popped inside your hole, your walls clenching tightly around it to ensure no escape. You moaned in delight as his fingers dug into your hips, his warm seed uncontrollably flooding your insides. Each spurt of cum into your womb felt so fulfilling to the alpha, much to Himeruâs chagrin. He was emptying so much inside you that a small bulge formed near your stomach, his seed sloshing around inside.
Your heavy breathing filled the air as your high faded, the feeling of fullness in your lower regions and the knot locked inside you a clear reminder of your desperation as you regained some shame. You could hear the sound of tapping, and you turned your head to see Himeru using his phone.
âMm, has your heat calmed down?â Himeru patted your head, gently rubbing your feline ears poking from atop your head. You purred as he pet you, your fluffy tail rubbing against his leg.
âY-Yes, alpha.â
âPlease, use HiMERUâs name.â He forced a smile, unsure whether he was angry at you or himself. Well, his instincts had already won. Damage control was the next phase.
You tried to shift your body to a more comfortable position, but his knot tugged against your sensitive hole, making you yelp.
âAvoid moving. It will deflate soon.â Himeru hummed as he pulled you up towards him, pressed your back to his chest. His mere presence was relaxing to your inner omega, and you melted into him.
âW-Will you stay with me?â
âOf course. HiMERU has already called a taxi to bring us to a more suitable location.â
He gave you a peck on the cheek. He had to keep you a secret.
âHiMERU will stay with you for as long as necessary. To make sure you wonât get another alpha to replace him.â
You nodded your head, more than happy to have someone to fuck you through your heat. Youâd obey him easily, he just had to assert his control over your entire being first, and what better way than to have you submit to him over and over again? Himeruâs eyes glinted dangerously, a golden color full of lust. For once, his mind and body agreed.
The coming of spring meant several things. Sunny days, floral breezes, gardens and parks full of color, and an uptick in sneezing from the unfortunate souls with pollen allergies (poor Koga was wearing a mask every time you saw him). For those with more primal instincts, the warmer weather meant it was the start of mating season. For the bunnies in Ensemble Square, it was time to either avoid contact with everyone and quarantine themselves, or get busy until all their cravings were satisfied.
You assumed heats were a necessary evolutionary trait thousands of years ago, but in the present day when your main source of stress was working an office job in a capitalist economy, your part-rabbit body throwing a hissy fit over not having a mate just made things even more stressful. The current situation you were in was a prime example of what problems the mating season could bring to the table, kneeling in front of a newer producer and comfortingly stroking their arm as they quivered in their seat.
âStay here until the taxi arrives.â You spoke calmly to them. They were shaking and flushed red, not having expected to go into heat in the middle of work. âOnce you get home, stay there until all the symptoms go away. Donât worry about work; Iâll take care of it, mâkay?â
âThank you, senpai.â They quietly sobbed, squeezing and rubbing their long ears to soothe themselves.
They were extremely lucky you happened to notice them hunched over in the hall and escorted them to a safe room before their vulnerable position attracted the wrong type of person. Mating season clouded peopleâs senses, you knew that too well. Married hybrids usually mated during March, to get it out of the way, but for single people, it was mostly just a waiting game until your body decided it craved a mate. You hadnât gotten your heat yet, but you felt prepared to lock yourself in a room and call a taxi the moment you felt any sort of onset, to avoid ending up in the exact situation you were helping your coworker out of. For now though, you felt as fresh and (relatively) not horny as ever, and so said goodbye to the younger producer once their lift had arrived, escorting them to the car before rushing off to the meeting you were already late for.
âSorry Iâm late!â You quickly spoke as soon as you pushed the door open, the only person in the room looking up from the sound of your voice.
âDonât worry, Himeru got your message.â The idol replied cooly, demeanor as nonchalant as ever. âThe emergency situation you were dealing with, is it alright now?â
âYes, yes, itâs all good.â
You were glad Himeru was an understanding person. It was a quality you liked about him, among other things. Maybe you were biased since you had worked with him for a few months on his solo jobs, but he always treated you kindly. You did notice he was harsher with his rowdy unit mates, but it only made you giggle more than anything, seeing him as the sort of person who gave as much respect as he received.
âIf itâs not rude for Himeru to ask, what was it you were preoccupied with?â
âAh, just some rabbit related stuff. You know how spring is for us.â
He frowned and knit his brows together as he looked you up and down.
âProducer, you arenât feelingâŠill, are you?â Himeru asked, âHimeru wouldnât want you to be in a public place if youâre experiencing such symptoms.â
You flushed, realizing his misunderstanding. âNo, ah, itâs not me! I was helping a younger rabbit who went into heat!â Being all red in the face and running into the room covered in sweat didnât help with your case, as you could tell from his unchanging expression.
âTrust me, I would not be anywhere near here if my heat started! It usually starts pretty late in the spring, so Iâm safe for a while.â
He nodded, expression relaxing at your assurances.
âIt would certainly pose a large problem if it did. Though, if you ever find yourself in an unpleasant situation like that, Himeru would be glad to assist you in any way possible.â
âHuh?â You blinked at his words. What did he mean by that? Surely he meant that you could rely on him during emergencies, right?
âNow, shall we talk about your latest proposal?â
âAh, yes!â You smacked yourself on the cheeks to rid yourself of those thoughts. âHere, I have the paperwork. Look over it and tell me what you think!â
xxx
You certainly werenât lying when you said your heats came rather late into the season. People always complained about getting them early in March, but at least when they got them, afterwards they could go about their lives freely with no worries about getting sucker punched by their bodies. For you, spending a good two months worrying about the possibility that itâd come earlier was always a source of stress you had to push in the back of your mind, until finally it did come on a sunny May morning.
You woke up in a sweat, despite having taken a shower the previous night, and everything felt warm, way too warm. Funnily enough, you were meant to meet up with Himeru that afternoon, just as you did last month when you dealt with your coworker going into their own heat. You remembered what he had said about helping you if you ever found yourself in this situation, and thinking about the idolâs words made your horny mess of a brain wander to very obscene thoughts, which you had to smack yourself on the head to rid yourself of. No! You werenât thinking clearly! You did struggle to understand what he meant, until you considered he likely referred to helping you with calling out of work and telling your clients youâd be unavailable. Having someone do all that for you rather than struggle with forming coherent sentences through a slog of calls sounded great right about now, and so you dialed him up once you managed to grab your phone. He picked up immediately after the first beep.
âGood morning, producer. Do you need Himeru for something?â
Just the sound of his alluring voice was making your body heat up. Stupid horny brain.
âYeah, sorry this is sudden, but I need help with my heat.â You muttered, before realizing how it sounded without context and backtracking, âI meantâI need help with work, because Iâm in heat! I need to tell my clients that Iâll have to reschedule, and you said that you could help, right?â
There was silence on the other end, and for a second you worried that maybe you had offended him somehow, before he responded with an âUnderstood, Himeru will inform everyone he needs to.â
You thanked him gratefully, and recited a list of people for him to message or call about your situation. That was a big weight off your shoulders, and now you could sink into bed and deal with your heatâŠall aloneâŠ
âProducer, can Himeru help in any other way? This time of year must be quite exhausting for your kind.â
Indecent thoughts of him came flooding back, of scenarios where Himeru could help you in ways your body needed the mostâŠ
âPerhaps youâd like him to bring you food and other supplies?â
âT-Thatâd be great, thanks.â
You hung up after giving him your address, and flopped yourself back onto the sheets, skin feeling sweaty and mind replaying how his voice sounded against your ear, wanting to hear it again after only a few seconds. The professional in you was already regretting saying yes to his offer, asking what kind of producer would invite an idol to their house in the middle of their heat, but the other part of you who saw him as a friend, perhaps a bit more, did really want the company. It would still be a while before he got here though, especially since he promised to do some of your work for you, and you wondered if your impatient body could even last until then.
A wave of desire washed over you, making you shudder. You tugged one of your long ears over your face, rubbing circles soothingly on the pink insides as your legs kicked your blanket off the bed. Your body was way too hot, yet no amount of ice would cool it off, only another personâs own heat enveloping your own would make it go away. You began to grind your hips against your pillow, whining into it, trying to pretend it was another personâs bodyâspecifically a certain blue-haired idol. If you shut your eyes, maybe you could pretend he was already here in your house, comforting you with his presence.
You wondered how it would feel grinding against his thigh, imagining his yellow eyes watching you with immense interest. Yes, you could envision it so well in the blank space of your hormone filled brain. His hands would rest on your hips, holding you in place so you couldnât climb off as you bucked against his leg. Heâd see the wet mess pooling from your crotch area, dripping onto his pants, but rather than chastise heâd praise you, encouraging you to keep humping his leg until you came all over him.
You whined to yourself, the friction between your thighs and the pillow only making you feel a dull ache. You kept trying to chase an orgasm, anything to make your tensed up body feel better, but with only air for your cunt to clench around, you couldnât bring yourself to. The buzz of the doorbell snapped you out of your daydream. How many minutes had passed? Were you so immersed in the scenario in your head that time had flown without you realizing, or was Himeru just that fast in getting to you? Your legs were shaky as you stood up, each step making your body wobble forward. You doubted youâd be able to leave the bed if you fell back onto it. You opened the door, and as expected Himeru was there, holding a plastic grocery bag.
âGood morning, producer.â His eyes scanned your form, and you did your best to stand upright without shaking. âAre you feeling alright?â
âI-Iâm fine. Come on in.â
You tried to look composed as he entered, trying to keep your ears upright and hoping that he couldnât sense the pheromones your body was releasing. If he could, he didnât give any indication, expression as blank as ever while he placed the bag on your kitchen counter.
âHimeru admits, he doesnât know much about your situation. But he tried to get things that could help.â
He took out some snacks and drinks, ones that you immediately recognized as your go-tos in the break area of the ES building. You smiled softly, touched that he would remember your preferred foods.
âThank you. This means a lot.â
âItâs not a problem. Is there anything else Himeru can do for you while heâs here?â
He kept asking that same question, if he could do anything for you, and the short answer was that he could. But you were too scared to make the first move, in case he actually wasnât interested in going further than your relationship as an idol and producer. Surely heâd cut ties with you if he didnât mean it that way, and not seeing him again would hurt more than the rejection. Your body heated up again, as if begging you to voice your desires. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from audibly whimpering, something Himeru noticed.
âYou look quite feverish, perhaps you should go back to your bed to rest?â
âY-Yeah, maybe I should. Let me just put these away firstâŠâ
You took a step towards the counter to take some of the food away, but immediately stumbled. You braced yourself for the impact, but Himeruâs hands moved quickly to catch you. One hand grabbed your shoulder while the other circled around your stomach, pulling you up against his chest. A moan couldnât help but come out of you at the warmth of his touch, cutting through the sexual tension like a knife. You froze up when you realized what you did, the silence following making you almost certain he heard it.
âS-Sorry, Iâm just soâŠâ You stammered, trying to come up with excuses. âout of it.â
His hands were still on you, the mere contact making you want to collapse into his chest. You really didnât want him to let go, you wanted to imagine his arms wrapped around you forever, so you wondered when you were going to be hit with reality and have his arms release their hold, expecting him to excuse himself and leave you to deal with your heat alone again. Except, they didnât. They stayed on your body, and you swore he even pulled you closer.
âMeru?â
ââŠForgive Himeru for being unprofessional, but I canât bear to leave you in this state.â
You looked up at him in surprise, only now noticing how hungry his gaze was as his eye bore directly into you. He moved the arm that was around your waist underneath your legs to scoop you up into a bridal carry. All the snacks went ignored as he brought you into your bedroom, having decided to have a taste of something else. You squealed as he dropped you onto the mattress. You would be embarrassed by how messy your bed was if your heart wasnât beating out of your chest from the sight of Himeru leaning over you, face so close to yours you could hear his breathing. You truly felt like prey, his prey.
âIf you want me to leave, tell me so now.â
His voice was husky, looking at you with a deadly serious expression that made shivers run down your spine. His presence was intoxicating, you couldnât let him leave now. You needed him here, with you, to satisfy you. You kept your lips shut as you stared straight at him, and your arms uncrossed themselves from above your chest to rest on either side of your body.
âStay. Please.â
His expression softened at your resolution, and he reached a hand out to stroke your long ears gently, gliding his fingers upwards along the fur. You whimpered, thighs squeezing together. Himeru noticed, and gently placed a hand on one knee to pry your legs apart. A wet spot on your crotch area gave away your arousal, and he hummed.
âPoor girl. May I take these off?â
You nodded, and he carefully pulled your pajama bottoms off, exposing your soaked pussy. He pressed a finger against one of your swollen lips, already glistening with your juices. You trembled as he brought it to his mouth, making eye contact with you as he licked it clean.
âSo wet alreadyâŠyour body must not want to waste any time.â
He didnât either, as his gaze momentarily left your body to focus on the buttons of his pants. Seeing the tent that had formed in the short time it took to bring you here filled you with a sense of satisfaction, eased that he was enjoying this as much as you were. Once you saw his erection pop out from his boxers, your body seemed to clench even tighter in anticipation, unable to resist the idea of having it stuffed inside you. Your instincts told you to get onto all fours, knees spread wide to present yourself to your mate, and Himeru cooed at your eagerness.
âGood girl. Such a good bunny for me.â
His words went straight to your cunt, feeling it throb even before his dick was anywhere near it. Being reduced to the bunny in heat you were, his bunny, just felt right. You werenât a producer right now, you were a helpless rabbit that was begging to be bred. He parted your folds with two fingers, coating them with your slick and rubbing it on his length, lubing it up as you squirmed impatiently, your tailâs movements giving away your excitement.
âTell me what you want.â
âI-IâŠâ
Even now, when you were so close to what your body craved, your lips refused to move. He leaned in close to your ear, close enough that you felt them brush against it when he spoke.
âDo you want me to mount you?â
Fuck.
You whined, babbling affirmative noises as he chuckled at how his words left you quivering in anticipation, lifting your rear high into the air to ask him to take you already. The warm feeling of something pressing against your entrance followed. He pushed himself in slowly, much too easily with how wet you were. Every nerve in your body was focused on the feeling of his length sinking completely into your wet cunt, all the way to the hilt, before slipping back out. Even in your wildest wet dreams you never thought he would be making you feel so full, so complete.
The noises you made were all quiet, either cut short by them catching in your throat or muffled by the pillow you were burying your face into. If he were going any faster, surely the squelch between your union would make a wonderful sound, but at his current pace the only sound in the room was his breathing and your muffled whining.
Himeruâs hands kept your hips steady as he pushed in and out of you, each thrust making the butterflies in your stomach flutter. Being filled by him just felt so right. This was what you were craving, cock stuffed inside you, body weight pressed down to make sure you couldnât escape. Yet despite how your body trembled, how your legs were spread so wide for him, Himeru was still taking it slow, trying to make sure he wasnât pushing you too much. It was still relieving your desire, but the slow jolts of pleasure werenât enough, you needed something more primal to satiate yourself.
âWhatâs wrong?â He hummed, rocking his hips back and forth, âIs Himeruâs little bunny still needy?â
âHah~ MeruâŠâ You whined. âFaster, please, I want to feel you deep inside me~â
Who was he to deny you when you sounded so desperate underneath him? He pulled his cock out almost entirely before sinking balls deep inside you, making sure to do it harshly enough that your toes curled when he did. A louder whine escaped you, and it found itself joined by more as he slammed himself into you over and over again. Your short tail brushed against the skin of his stomach, flicking back and forth with each thrust. He reached out to take it in his hand, and you mewled when he lifted it up.
âSo youâre sensitive here.â He hummed, gently stroking the white under-fur with his thumb.
âA-Ah, w-wait, mmh~â
Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head, knees wanting to give in from his touch, but he made you keep your hips upright, your back falling to a downwards slant as your arms gave in. You cried out when the first orgasm of your heat finally came, and through it all he just kept fucking you into the mattress, his own grunts of effort filling the air as he focused on the feeling of your warm walls trying to milk his cock.
âBunny, youâre so tight.â He grunted. âYouâre going to make me finish, too.â
âInside, do it inside!â You whined, pushing your hips back towards him. Being in heat meant you were the most fertile you couldâve ever been; if he came inside you, surely itâd end with carrying his litter. But instead of being terrified of the idea, in the haze of your heat you wanted nothing more than for him to fill you up with his kids, as many as he wanted. He seemed to hesitate, noticeably slowing down.
âI-Himeru shouldnât do that.â
âHah, Meru, please!â There were nearly tears in your eyes as you turned to look back at him, pleading. âBreed me, knock me up, just give me everything!â
Your voice was so desperate, your body so eager to take his seed, to become his breeding bunnyâŠhe couldnât help himself, his movements becoming more erratic as he growled out your name. He didnât seem like he was going to pull out anymore, that was sure.
You mewled as his cock continuously pressed against the entrance to your womb, as if trying to coax it to open a bit further for the oncoming delivery. You chanted his name, the only noise reaching your ears your pitiful âMeruâs until he finally let out a loud groan, eyes shutting tight as he came inside you. The warmth flooding into you made your body and brain equally fuzzy, leaving you unable to think as you both came down from your highs.
âDid that satisfy you, bunny?â Himeru murmured against your ear, lips brushing over them and almost kissing them. He was still inside you, and you were sure he could feel how you clenched tightly around his cock at his words, wanting to feel it grow hard again.
âMy my, seems like it didnât.â He tisked, lifting your hips up high and forcing your shaky knees to support the weight of his hips pressed flush against your ass with a half-hearted whine. âYouâre making me work overtime, producer. So all I ask is that you reward Himeru appropriately.â
If the reward he wanted was to make you swell with kids, well, it was practically already fulfilled. After all, he wasnât going to leave his bunny alone after only one load, was he?
Hoping I squeeze this ask in before the time limit but. Begging for anything with dogboy Chiaki. Anything at all
okay so you said dogboy which could've meant either petplay or kemonomimi. I said fuck it and did petplay so i hope this is good enough đ
CHIAKI MORISAWA + PETPLAY
"You could give him even the smallest smile to ease his worries but, well⊠Isnât it more fun to play with him? Make him work harder for the reward and praise he wants?"
Contains: GN Reader, Dominant Reader, Submissive Chiaki, No Mentions of Reader Genitalia/body type, Petplay, Handjobs, Cum Eating, Minor Bondage (collar), Non-Penetrative sex
Word Count: 1193
(NSFW UNDER CUT)
There he sits in front of you. Collared, panting, red, and most importantly, hard.
You stand at the edge of your bed with Chiaki poised and sitting pretty right in front of you and waiting for you to do anything. He makes such a pretty puppy, the collar around his neck is red like almost everything else he owns and it brings out the flush on his skin.Â
Chiaki was initially embarrassed to hell and back when you told him that you wanted him to be your pet but with time, the idea grew on him. It grew and it grew and it grew until he, with no little amount of shame, approached you and asked if you could make the idea a reality. Of course, youâre not about to deny your lovely puppy what he wants.Â
Tonight is the night everything finally comes together. After your little purchase finally arrived in the mail, it was time to collar the boy like the pet he is.
âDo you want me to touch you?â
His face turns a shade of cherry red youâre not quite sure if youâve seen it on him before and he lets out a pathetic little yip.
âCome on, I canât hear you.â
He whimpers again and you give him a look, stopping in your tracks. Seeing this, he finally barks. Itâs a pitiful little sound- pitchy even- but itâs a start! Maybe by the time youâre done with him heâll be able to do it without his voice cracking. Thereâs only one way to find out, after all.
You didnât think just getting collared and talked down to would get him this hot and bothered but his dick twitches the moment your skin touches his. Just wrapping your fingers around him makes him whimper. How sensitive he is makes your mind race with ideas and pictures of what you can do to him. All the ways you can make him beg combined with all the ways you can make him thank you.
His mind is probably racing too seeing as he canât even sit still now either. The first pump of your hand has him thrusting up into your hand. You donât even need any lube, heâs wet enough from his precum that you hardly have to do a thing. It drools out the tip with every touch.
âBe a good pup and sit still.â
Itâs fun to watch him work himself up into a mess like this but if you want to get any further, you need him to have some restraint. He, of course, whines at you instructions but complies. Or at least he tries to; his thighs and stomach tremble with barely contained energy.Â
Goodness is he worked up. One of your hands is all you need to break down any restraint he has. What if you were to use your other as wellâŠ? You take your free hands and place it between his legs. Seeing what youâre aiming at, he opens his legs further for you to easily cup his balls, letting you run your thumb back and forth over the textured skin like you would his cheek when he cries. Immediately, heâs gasping and bending over in pleasure. One hand between his legs and one hand around him.
He starts squirming again and moaning desperately. The sound is like music to your ears. This performance has you feeling warm between the legs as well. You really wish you could record this moment and rewatch it forever⊠Maybe thatâll be the next thing you work on convincing him to do.Â
You hardly get to play with him a few minutes before heâs thrusting into your closed fist and itâs not even a minute after that that he makes a mess of your hand. Spurt after spurt of cum coats your fingers while he moans like a bitch. Typically, he lasts way longer than this. He usually makes a point of at least trying to get you to finish before he does and yet tonight, he canât seem to hold himself back.
âSo soon? HuhâŠâ
You flex your fingers out, seeing the way his spend creates strings attaching each one.
âWhat a bad dogâŠâ
In a stark contrast to how this all started, he immediately whimpers when you call him that, his expression utterly devastated. He really is broken down into the perfect puppy for youâŠ
An idea sparks in your brain at the sight of your soiled hand. In one fluid movement, you push your hand against his mouth and then into the cavern between his lips. His eyes widen in surprise, but he doesnât pull back or close his mouth, just letting you do whatever you want to him like a good dog.
âWhat are you waiting for? Clean it.â
Thereâs a hint of a frown while he tries to put together what you want but once it clicks, he gets to work. He might not be allowed to use his hands, but he manages to suck on your hand like heâs trying to pleasure you; creating pressure, flicking, and pushing up on your hand into the roof of his mouth. This would feel lovely on a certain other part of your body, but thatâs something to get up to later. For now, you want to see how much further you can push him into this mindset.
He tries to meet your gaze, staring intently into your face and waiting for even just a hint of feedback. You could give him even the smallest smile to ease his worries but, well⊠Isnât it more fun to play with him? Make him work harder for the reward and praise he wants?Â
Something cracks in him when your expression doesnât falter. In desperation, he laps between every one of your fingers with his tongue, muscle wrapping around each digit and the tip pushing against the webbing at the base of them. When that doesnât provide a response, he forces his own head forward, mouth stretching over your hand as best it can and letting you feel the very back of his mouth and all the folds there. Itâs gross and disgusting and yet, oh so erotic. Thereâs not even any cum on your hands anymore, heâs just doing it in some desperate attempt to redeem himself in your eyes if the look in his own is anything to go by. How pathetic⊠and enticing. How much further can you push him, you wonderâŠÂ
You pull your hand out of his mouth abruptly and instead drag him up to your face by his collar. He doesnât hesitate to nibble and lick at your lips, asking for permission to kiss you properly. When you part your lips, he invades your mouth like heâs starving, his tongue pushing the lingering flavor of cum onto your own. Once again, itâs undeniably gross and disgusting, but to be able to debase such a beloved figure such as the Chiaki Morisawa⊠Itâs addicting. You had planned to take it easy on him tonight but with the way youâre both acting and feeling?
Your body cries for more and obviously, his does too.
