Title: Housecat Hospitality.
Pairing: Yandere!Gojo Satoru x Reader (JJK).
Written for a very lovely anonymous commissioner.
Word Count: 3.5k.
TW: Dub/Con -> Non/Con, Hybrid AU, AFAB!Reader, Snow Leopard!Gojo, Puppy!Reader, Oral Sex (F. Receiving), Rough Sex, Heat Cycles, Verbal Degradation, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Reader Is Very Oblivious, and Manipulation.
[Part One] [Part Two]
Because the world was unfair, Satoru got blamed for the picture incident. As if you werenāt the one hogging center-frame.
Suguru pulled out the crate as soon as he got home. It was less of a punishment and more his way of saying āI donāt want to deal with you right nowā, which to Satoru was the cruelest punishment of all. Yowling and screeching, he was forced inside and left to rot while you got special treatment ā a warm bath, a long walk, and a lecture not to put strange things in your mouth again. If Suguru disciplined you at all, Satoruās keen ears didnāt catch it. That was just like Suguru. Pamper his dumb, slobbering mutt while neglecting the prime example of an endangered species that lived under the very same roof.
Still, time-out on is own, he could tolerate. The fact that his punishment meant Suguru was withholding food until the next morning was less easily dealt with. He was an apex predator. He needed raw meat, a lot of it, and as often as he could shovel it into his mouth. More damningly, he was a spoiled housecat. Skipping a meal wasnāt an inconvenience ā it was torture. By that evening, he was grumbling. By sunset, he was sharpening his claws on the aluminum bars. By midnight, he was curled into a ball, snarling at every shadow that flickered across the empty room and whipping his tail against the floor. Not that it mattered. He could growl and scream all night if he wanted to. Suguru was too stubborn to fall for something like that. He couldnāt be coming to check on Satoru until tomorrow mornā
His rounded ears perked up as the bedroom door opened, soft footsteps scampering through the hallway and into the kitchen. He heard the plastic clacking of someone rummaging through the fridge, the metallic chafe of a knife cutting on marble. Eventually, your feet came into view, dragging anxiously. There was something wet and red in your left hand.
You crouched in front of his crate and held out your offering ā a slice of raw meat about the size of your palm, the edges ragged where someone had hacked it away from a larger chunk. Glaring at you, he snatched the cut away and sank his fangs in. You watched him eat in silence, those big empty eyes of yours glossy with curiosity. When he was done, you asked, āWhat is it?ā
āDog,ā he snarled. It was an obvious lie, not even really a clever one. Boar or rabbit wouldāve been more realistic. Satoru couldnāt tell. Heād never had an overly discerning palate. Preference was counterintuitive to survival. Hunger was hunger. Meat was meat.
He expected you to flinch back. Bare your teeth at him, even. Instead, you just blinked and continued you stare blankly.
Satoruās frown deepened. āYou do know youāre a dog, right?ā
āMhm.ā
āA common breed, at that. Easily replaceable.ā
āYeah! I think youāve mentioned that, before.ā
Satoru groaned. Even you couldnāt be this stupid. āItās like you want to end up on somebodyās plate.ā
āI mean, I wouldnāt mind. Not if itās yours.ā Your ugly tail was starting to wag. āAs long as Iām helping.ā
āYou really donāt know what that word means, do you?ā
Even in the dark, that idiotic smile of yours was brighter than the sun. āOf course. It means Iām helping you.ā
If Satoru hadnāt been such a well-behaved, beautiful, noble creature, he wouldāve reached through the bars of his crate to throttle you.
āGo back to bed, puppy.ā
āOkay!ā Your blunt claws scratched against the floor as you scrambled to your feet. You started towards the bedroom, but paused, glancing over your shoulder and letting your tail droop. āBut, youāll be alone.ā
And it would still be better than spending another minute with you. āIāll be fine.ā
You pouted. He curled up and clenched his eyes shut as you scampered off toward the bedroom, only to circle back a few seconds later, rest something against his crate, and retreat without another word. He only dared to check once he knew you were gone, not wanting to deal with your stupidity first-hand again so soon.
Youād left him one of your stuffed animals. Suguru had bought you a legion of them when he first brought you home, and the handful Satoru hadnāt desecrated beyond repair were now your most prized possessions. Youād left him one of your favorites ā a little white cat, all neatly combed fur and gigantic blue eyes.
Something turned over in Satoruās stomach. Carefully, with gentle hands, he pulled the stuffed into his crate, dragged a nail down the length of its stomach, and spent the rest of the night tearing it to shreds.
~
Youād been a nuisance before. After that night, you became unbearable.
No matter how hard he tried to pretend that you simply didnāt exist, he couldnāt seem to stop noticing you. The way your body curled into the smallest possible ball as you napped in the backyard on sunny days. How your tail would beat against the floor whenever someone spoke after a long silence. The tasks you left half-finished because, no matter what you were doing or how much time it had taken, youād forget about it entirely if he or Suguru called your name at any point. It was frustrating. Worse ā it was smothering. Heād always thought of you as annoying, but ignorable, on par with a tacky rug or broken lamp. Now, you were more like a housefly. Always flitting about in his peripheral but never close enough to swat.
And you were gloating, too. Inescapably. All the time. Grinning like an idiot and stepping on his heels as you asked if there was anything you could help with, anything he needed. You even started sleeping on the foot of Suguruās bed, which was obviously Satoruās spot. He had his own room and hammock, sure, and he wouldnāt be caught dead putting himself below a human, but still. You shouldāve known. You shouldāve stayed away.
Or, at least, pretended to be sorry when he slipped into Suguruās bedroom in the early hours of the morning and caught you red-handed. You werenāt smart enough to grovel, though. You werenāt even smart enough to wake up. It took long, groggy seconds before your nose began to twitch, your eyes flashing open a second later. You tensed then, recognizing the shape looming over you, relaxed. After wasting more of his time to yawn and stretch, you smiled up at him.
āDo you need help with something, ātoru?ā
You made no effort to keep your voice down. His gaze shifted to Suguru ā still sound asleep on the other side of the mattress. Heās been away for longer than usual, that day, and heād come back with bruises over his knuckles and bandages on his chest. Something about an escapee at the research facility ā Satoru wasnāt sure. But heād seen Suguru come home like that before. He wouldnāt budge up until sunrise, if even then. No amount of noise could possibly wake him up.
But you didnāt know that.
Satoru nodded. āWe have to be quiet, though. Really quiet.ā
Heād never seen your brainless eyes so wide. āI can do that.ā
āYou have to promise, puppy.ā
You rolled onto your chest, clambering toward the side of the bed. āIāā Already too pitchy, already too loud. Satoru cringed, and you fell into a harsh whisper. āI promise.ā
And yet, you yelped as he grabbed your waist. It would be pointless to try and explain what he wanted when the only words that made it through your thick canine skull were āsitā, āstayā, and āroll overā. It was easier just to pull and jerk you into position ā your lower body hanging off the edge of the mattress while your hands grabbed at Suguruās sheets. For a predator species, you had terrible reflexes. It took you long, clumsy seconds for you to get your feet on the ground and even longer before you thought to look at him, more confused than alarmed. Again, Satoru opted not to waste his breath. Youād get it soon enough.
Or you wouldnāt. Satoru couldāve purred at the thought alone.
You didnāt wear much to bed. One of Suguruās t-shirts, but nothing else, nothing close to the silk sets Satoru needed to keep his fur unmatted. The flimsy material rose up as you squirmed, leaving your ass and cunt exposed. You made no attempt to cover yourself. Whether your last owner had been less strict about human modesty practices or you were just genuinely that oblivious, Satoru couldnāt tell. By way of punishment, he dug his fangs into the curve of your ass, his ears perking up to better catch the pitchy bark you only halfway choked down in response. Your hands darted to your face, covering your mouth. Good. You were finally catching on.
He edged your thighs apart with his shoulders, settling between your legs. Admittedly, he didnāt have much experience with other hybrids save for the videos he caught Suguru watching every now and then, but he was a smart cat, and the details werenāt that hard to figure out. You were already wet ā your cunt slick and glistening in the bedroomās dim light. Experimentally, Satoru ran his tongue over the length of your cunt, his rough bristles catching on the sensitive skin. You let out another strangled noise, something between a groan and a whimper, before whining. āWait, Iā That feelsāā
āQuiet,ā he hissed, the command forced out between pointed fangs. āOr are you just too stupid to keep your mouth shut?ā
He felt you stiffen above him, then shift. When you spoke, your voice was muted, barely above a whisper. If he hadnāt known better, he mightāve thought you sounded a little upset. āRight, ātoru. Iām sorry.ā
Satisfaction coursed through him, as warm as sunlight on concrete. Maybe you were good for something, after all.
He couldnāt afford to waste more time on your impromptu training. He settled back into place, shutting his eyes and letting instinct take over. The flat of his tongue fit perfectly over your pussy, never leaving more than an inch of you exposed at a time. You wriggled, and when that didnāt help, buried your face in a pile of bedsheets and moaned. Suguru never so much as stirred.
He couldnāt get to enough of you, like this. Curling his hands around your thighs, he dragged you back, creating more room between you and the edge of the mattress ā room that he was quick to fill. You were starting to drip, now, and Satoru lapped up your arousal before a drop could go to waste. You tasted sweet. Not saccharine or sugary, but sweet. Like fresh cream or raw honey. Like uncooked meat.
Hungrily, he pushed deeper, letting the curled tip of his tongue slip inside of you. Your body twitched underneath him, but that didnāt matter, you werenāt strong enough for it to matter. Holding you down was childās play, but as always, you failed to acknowledge the prowess of your betters. Your smaller body continued to buck and writhe while he curled and flexed his tongue inside of you, his broadened feline nose grinding against your clit all the while. You were getting loud again, but for whatever reason, he found it hard to be annoyed by your little pained noises. Probably because it was the closest thing to an intelligent sound you would ever make.
It happened too quickly to savor. Your thighs shuddered around his head, your cunt clenching around him, and then, you were cumming on his tongue. It was humiliating and hot and twitchy, and he drank it down without stopping to think. When the aftershocks waned, you slumped into the bed, exhausted when all youād done was lie there and take what he was kind enough to give you. He shouldāve expected as much, really. Youād always been an ungrateful mutt.
Wiping the back of his hand over his mouth, he pushed himself to his feet. You raised your head, tracking him as he silently padded across the room. The last thing he saw before he closed the door was your wide, glassy eyes, unblinking and unfalteringly trained on him.
~
You didnāt leave the bedroom the next day, or the day after that. Satoru lounged outside your door as Suguru came and went, looking paler and more strung-out than usual, toting medication or blankets or water bottles by the armfuls. The door was kept shut, but even from the corridor, he could smell you. Not that dirty, muggy, wet-dog smell no amount of Suguruās expensive hair products could wash away, but the other one. Raw meat, sweet and fresh and bloody.
On the third day of your quarantine, Suguru had to go out. āWork emergency,ā he explained, as he pulled on his shoes. A plain folder was tucked under his arm, and heād been scowling for the past fifteen minutes. āIāll be back in an hour.ā
Satoru watched from the other side of the corridor. His tail thrashed to either side, sweeping over the floor. āAnd the dog?ā
ā(Y/n)?ā Suguru grimaced. āIāll handle it when I get back.ā
He grinned, closing the distance between them. He crouched, balancing on the balls of his feet and resting his cheek against Suguruās inner thigh. āI can help.ā
A calloused hand landed on top of his head. Satoru began to lean into it, but fingertips quickly knotted themselves in his hair and dragged him away by force. āIāll handle it when I get back,ā he repeated, his voice as dense and as heavy as lead. āBehave yourself.ā
Satoru huffed, rolling his eyes. Suguru left without another word and for once, Satoru wasnāt sad to see him go.
The bedroom door was locked. Amateur mistake. Closed doors only made cats more curious. Satoru used one of his claws to unhook the fastener and let himself in. Your scent had been strong, at a distance. Inside, it was suffocating. The air seemed thick with it, as hot and as humid as the flesh of a fresh kill. Satoru closed his eyes, breathing it in. Maybe, if you were always so appealing, he could forget how much he hated you.
You were a wreck. Curled up on the center of the bed, your knees pulled up against your chest and your tail tucked between your legs. Youād piled sheets and blankets around yourself, walling yourself in to a miserable little den. You were still wearing Suguruās shirt, but just barely, the thin material bunched up above the curve of your chest. There was something inside of you, too ā bright pink and bulbed where it pressed against your cunt. A toy, molded in the shape of a knotted cock.
Immediately, Satoruās smile fell away. As if you needed something like that when you had him.
You barely acknowledged him. There was a slight lift of your head as he climbed onto the mattress, a low whimper as he trampled over your makeshift barriers, but that was all. You only looked at him once he was on top of you ā his larger form bent over yours. Your face was flushed, your hair plastered down with sweat. You blinked lazily at him, your usual intensity dulled into something soft and liquid. Your entire body radiated warmth, so strong he could feel it from inches away.
You were in heat.
Perfect.
āWake up, puppy.ā You eyes were already open, but he slapped your cheek softly for good measure. āI need your help.ā
āātoru?ā Airy and uncertain, as if you didnāt recognize him. As if anyone else would bother to check on you. āI canāt reallyā Iām in a lot ofāā
āThen youāre useless.ā You shrank that much smaller. Satoru took you by the shoulder, pawing you onto your back. āFine. When Suguru comes home, I can tell him that you donāt want to do your job, anymore. That youād rather just lie around and whine. That youād rather be in the pound.ā
āNo!ā You clenched your eyes shut, features scrunching. āPlease, please donāt. I canā Iāll do anything you want. Justā Anything but that.ā
His hand fell to your knee. āSpread your legs.ā
Despite your begging, you were reluctant. āIt hurts, ātoru.ā
āDo you want me to make it hurt more?ā
Your ears flattened against your head. He could see the corner of your lips begin to curl back, the thinnest sliver of pointed teeth, but it was gone just as soon as itād appeared. Obediently, you held still while he pried your thighs apart, pushing until your knees were flat against the bed. That ugly thing was still inside of you. He tore it out as quickly as he could, your hips chasing the toy despite your pained mewls. As if you needed it. As if it did anything for you that he couldnāt do better.
With it gone, your pussy clenched around nothing. You were dripping wet, literally. Slick coated the inside of your thighs, dampening the sheets underneath you. Satoru lapped as much as he could up before letting his mouth drift north ā to your navel, then your neck. He could feel your pulse beating under your skin, as fast and as frantic as any prey animal. You were scared of him.
His cock twitched. He wasnāt going to last much longer, at this rate.
Pulling away, he forced himself to focus on your cunt. His cock was hard to the touch, the slanted head already beginning to leak. He wasted time he didnāt have lining himself up, giving you a chance to crane your neck and squeak, recoiling hastily. Satoru laughed.
āYouāve never mated with a cat, have you?ā
A beat of hesitation, then a quick shake of your head. Of course not. Heād be surprised if you even knew the meaning of the word.
Most cat-hybrids had some kind of barb, larger species included. You wouldnāt have noticed them last time you saw his cock, too focused on choking him down to wonder what was pricking the inside of your mouth. They werenāt meant to cause pain. Most female cat-hybrids had a way to deal with the discomfort, but you werenāt a cat-hybrid.
And judging by the look on your face, youād realized that too.
He pushed into you before you without warning, without giving you a chance to pull away. The sound you made was pitiful ā so pitchy and so heartbreaking and so, so good. He pulled back just as harshly, pounding into you again, and again, and again, a pathetic little sound meeting every thrust. Your body writhed and twisted beneath his, more snared rabbit than cornered dog. He could feel your claws on his back, scratching away at his skin, make out the bulge of his cock through your lower stomach. He ground his hips into yours and you arched against him, your open mouth finding the side of his throat. It took long, clumsy seconds for your dull teeth to break his skin. If he hadnāt known better, he mightāve thought you were actually trying to hurt him.
It was a testament to Satoruās feline superiority that he didnāt cum on the spot. Rather, he savored the feeling of your saliva dripping down his neck and fucked you that much harder, giving into the needy, instinctual part of himself that howled for something to claim, something to have. Because thatās what you were, werenāt you? Suguru had gotten you for him. You were in a comfortable bed instead of a concrete cell because of him. You were pampered and coddled and loved because he needed you. You were his. You wereā
His conscious thoughts broke off into a euphorically empty void. His hands caught underneath your knees, shoving your legs up until they pressed into your chest. Your body folded perfectly underneath him, your mouth finally unlatching in favor of moaning, whining, screaming ā every sound you were capable of making melding together in Satoruās sensitive ears to form one prolonged declaration of gratitude. Your pussy clenched around him, and he buried himself that much deeper inside of you. Warmth flooded through him and filled you to bursting, the excess forming a white ring around the base of his cock. He couldnāt be mad. The only thing youād ever done right was take what he had to give you.
When it was over, he didnāt move. He stayed here, prone on top of you, watching his cum leak out of your ungrateful body. When he could stand to look away, he found your wide eyes boring into him, glossy with tears and all-but vacant. Your heat had broken, leaving behind only raw hurt in its place.
Your voice was barely above a whisper. āWhy do you hate me?ā
āI donāt hate you, puppy,ā he laughed, licking a stripe up your cheek. For the first time, you grimaced, melting away from him. Not that it mattered.
It wasnāt as if he was ever going to let you go again.
āHow could I ever hate my adorable mate?ā




















