maybe big brother shoto, not wanting his beautiful sister to fall into the clutches of their monstrous father, takes her virginity while crying and saying it was for her own good? i can't stop thinking about it... hes just a concerned brother who doesn't want to see his sister being corrupted by the wrong person :/
ugh, wait this is perfect. He knows the pain that comes with being a todoroki, and he just wants to protect you </333 I hope you like this!!
Brother Shouto just wants to protect his sister
cw: incest, breeding, noncon
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TwinBrother!Shouto doesn’t know when he began to feel like this. This sickening feeling he harbored in his heart. The feeling of possessiveness, the feeling of obsession, the feeling of love. He doesn’t understand it, this feeling. But he knows why it's there.
You had shared the same quirk with Shouto, but yours was far weaker than his own. You could hardly keep your quirk going for more than a few minutes, before you became exhausted. Your father threw you to the side when he had figured this out.
TwinBrother!Shouto hated it. Hated how your father threw you away without a second thought, he hated how his father made him move into his own room, away from you. He hates it. But nothing fills him with more rage than what happened only days prior.
Your quirk was developing as you aged. You were able to hold your quirk for longer, create stronger and brighter flames, and your ice no longer melted into puddles, and you no longer exhausted yourself. Shouto wasn’t the only one to notice.
TwinBrother!Shouto saw the way your father eyed you, saw the way his eyes lit up with realization. He saw, and he knew that bastard would soon turn to you, a new child to turn into his own personal weapon. And somewhere deep inside the cold broken walls he had built, he could feel them shatter down all at once.
TwinBrother!Shouto was close to you growing up. Very close. But that changed when your father had separated you two. Even then, you both tried your best to see each other, too meet and desperately try to pretend this life was normal.
He imagines that's why he feels like this now. This disgusting feeling of love. It was more than familial love, it was more than what he should feel. He doesn’t feel this way for mom or Fuyumi. Its only you.
TwinBrother!Shouto only wants to protect you. He doesn’t want his father to groom you the way he did Shouto. He doesn’t want you to become the perfect hero to overthrow all might. Ah. Then it hit him. If he could stop your father from seeing you as perfect, as a vessel for him, then maybe he could save you.
He was saving you. You just didn’t understand that yet.
A loud sob escaped Shouto’s throat, his eyes red and puffy from crying. He was desperately rutting his cock into you, pinning you down with all his strength to stop you from squirming. To stop you from escaping. He could feel you claw at his skin, and he felt the trail of blood falling down his back with each scratch.
You were crying too. Loud. It hurt him to hear you cry. He didn’t want you to cry, he didn’t want to hurt you. But he didn’t want his father to turn you into something you weren’t. TwinBrother!Shouto hopes one day you’ll realize this night of pain and betrayal, will have been for your own good. This is to protect you.
He can’t tell if he’s trying to convince you, or himself.
TwinBrother!Shouto holds you closer, crying into your neck as you squeeze and flutter around his cock. Your pubic hair mixes with his each time his pelvis hits your mons, and every time his cock slips in and out, your pussy squelches louder than your tears.
“I-I’m sorry…Im so sorry…”
TwinBrother!Shouto pleads for your forgiveness. He knows you’ll hate him, he knows this is wrong. He knows. But he can’t stop. He wants to save you, he's doing this for you. He’s…hes not doing this because he wants to…he’s..he just…
TwinBrother!Shouto’s eyes roll back as he cums inside you, another sob escaping his lips as he trembles with regret and guilt. You lay limp under him, crying into his shoulder and desperately trying to push him off.
“Im sorry…im so…so sorry…
He swears he's sorry. He swears this was for you. It was to protect you. He promises.
notes: loss of consent (to noncon), unrealistic sex, wombfucking, sonar sudden monster transformation during sex...
sonar transforming in the middle of sex, in part, because he gets overexcited <3 sometimes there are times he think he can control it, only for moments like this to remind him that he absolutely does not.
just, he's thrusting into you as normal one moment, and the next he's looming over you, drool spilling out from between his fangs, wings stretched out and covering you like some kind of canopy. most importantly, his cock is bulging inside of you-- increasing in thickness dangerously fast, it fucking burns, and all you can do is whimper and lie there with tears rolling down your cheeks…
victor clearly isn't all there moment, bright red eyes glazed over… you're glad he doesn't start moving again, thank god. there simply isn't any more room for him left to go. when you finally dare to look down, you let out a choked sob. there's a visible outline of his cock in your stomach. and so much of his terrifyingly huge dick that he hasn't yet stuffed into your hole. above you, he's breathing hard, strings of saliva dripping down on your chest from long, sharp fangs.
and then he starts to push. and push. you claw at his arms to no avail, your garbled 'no, wait, stop, please--' not enough to stop him from forcing the fat head of his cock into your womb.
PLS ICKY COUSIN CHILDW THAT YOUR PARENTS FORCE YOU TO HANG OUT WITH
blushes... hides.. okay... (im so hard im abt to pass out.) [also, umm. there's some alot non-con in this so be careful gagsidsnaop]
you're twelve and he's fifteen. your parents are the type to leave you to your own devices, especially when you're at your relatives houses. only problem is... you absolutely hate your cousin.
first off, he steals your barbies and chews their hair. who even does that?
you swat at his arms as you watch him practically eat your toy, "cut it out!!" you scream and he just laughs, braces shining awfully.
second, when he rough houses you, it freaking hurts!
he has you pinned to the floor, stupid freckles spotting his grinning face as his braces are so close to your face you're afraid they'll snap and fly at you. his hands are on your wrists, squeezing and definitely bruising.
"you're so weak!" he laughs out, with that heavy lisp he had since he was just a little boy.
third, your parents think you're best friends.
your mom is sat on the couch, sipping something that smells funny as you run from childe— again.
"mommm!! he's eating my barbies again.." you whine out, flinging your arms recklessly over your mother.
"i'm not eating your stupid barbies," childe says behind you as your mother laughs— she giggles at you! the audacity...
you're eighteen and he's twenty-one.
you still live with your parents and he still lives with his, only difference is— his room is the basement of his parents house now. it's probably more commonly known as a torture chamber.
you sit on his couch, legs tucked neatly against your chest as you eye him from across the room. he's different now. bigger. his braces are gone, which finally got rid of that heavy lisp. he works out too, weightlifting equipment and punching bags littering his room.
he walks over to you, lips curled into a stupid grin that honestly makes you a bit nervous.
"what?" you bite.
"what do you wanna do?" he asks, one of his hands wiping his nose— a habit he had when he was fifteen, "i got beer,"
you cut him off— "i'm eighteen, i can't drink."
he rolls his eyes, leaning his head back before laughing. he's scary. he moves like someone who could probably murder someone. you're semi-nervous he's gonna chew on something of yours. before he backs off, he points, “i see your panties.” he sings slightly, which makes you slam your legs down on the couch.
"whatever," he says, shaking his head and sitting next to you. he's eyeing you, terribly so. clearly looking at your legs and your body, it's making you semi-disgusted.
he wipes his nose and places his hand on your knee, before chuckling, "are you nervous?"
"no." you lie.
"okay," he says, “you’re being awkward, though.” he says through a weird smile.
“me?” you question, laughing at him, “i’m literally trying to do the opposite,”
“oookay, let’s make it not awkward then,” he says, scooting closer and placing an arm behind your head, “wanna know how to do that?” he asks, leaning his head closer to your’s, lips grazing your ear. you’re uncomfortable, weirded out, a bit scared if you’re being honest.
you swallow your fear and look at him as you bite your lower lip, “h-how..?” you stutter— you stuttered, fucking christ.
he grins.
“kiss me.”
“wha–?”
“i said, kiss me.” he demands, frowning when he notices you being awfully weird about it- which is a normal reaction. you push against his chest, hard– you hear him gasp before you speak, “you’re my cousin, stop being fucking weird all the time.”
he stares at you, before he just laughs. not a small laugh no– he full on cackles at you.
“you’re being weird not me!” he grabs your shoulder and yanks you against him, “cousins kiss and do whatever all the time– it’s only weird cause we grew up together.”
“you told me when you were younger you wish you were my brother–”
“don’t bring that up right now–” he chuckles, a thick blush running over his freckles as his eyes dart away. that seemingly made him more excited, which is awful for you.
“just kiss me, i don’t wanna be weird about it,” he says.
“what– what do you mean?” you question, getting curious with your hands now, entangling themselves in his shirt and slightly pulling.
“i don’t wanna feel like i’m forcing you,”
“you would force me.”
he rolls his eyes and slightly pushes your shoulder, “whatever,” he mumbles, not exactly denying your claim, but either way, he leans closer to you. his free hand taps his lips as he waits for you to kiss him. you never agreed to kiss him after he supposedly cleared up the whole cousin thing, but– you always did.. kind of like him. not really, but– he’s better looking now, grew into his features and really bulked up. any girl would be into that..right? like people should be jealous of you, i mean yeah– he’s your cousin, and he wants to be your brother but, it’s childe.
you know him better than anybody.
kissing isn’t that bad right..?
despite the ongoing battle in your head you lean in and kiss him– just pressing your lips against his. he doesn’t move, like he wasn’t expecting you to actually kiss him. it takes a moment before you start to pull away and shyly look at him.
he’s unreadable, like a mix of anger, excitement, and something else, something worse. he’s definitely gonna murder you.
“that your first kiss?”
you nod, “but it doesn’t count cause we’re cousins,” you cling onto. he grins and leans forward, “okay, good–” he kisses you again, leaning over your body and borderline pinning you down to his couch. his hands are digging into your waist, pulling your stomach flat against his hard on, despite you pushing him.
“wait– childe–” you attempt to speak through the kisses, but he doesn’t listen, he takes the open opportunity of your mouth being open to force his tongue into your mouth, licking around your teeth and sucking off the saliva from your tongue. you moan into it— it's a shame really, he moves just like the porn you watch, just like the stories you read. it sucks.
he pulls away for a second to rut his cock against you, his lips pulled into the same grin from earlier— “isn't this— fuck, ha— isn’t this fu-fun?” he asks, watching your reactions. you shake your head no, lips pulled into a deep frown. you're close to crying.
“ah, maybe it's because you're not feeling it..” he says, pulling away— you think he's gonna stop maybe, thinking it's finally over. no. he just makes it worse.
he grabs your legs and pushes them up, in a missionary position as he holds onto your ankles, lining his bulge up with your scarily soaked panties.
“and you say, you don't want this..” he laugh out, dragging a long kiss up your throat and to your jaw, “i won't take your virginity, yet— so don't worry.” he whispers against your jaw. you hiccup, you can't help it, an empty sob leaving your lips.
his clothed cock lays flat against your panty clad cunt before he starts to grind against it.
he groans against your neck, huffing heavily.
you whine into his ear, lips getting tickled by his ginger hair.
“there we go..” he hums out, “that feel good, right?”
you moan again, arms hooking around his neck to hold him closer. you're not sure what it is, what's pulling you to hold him closer and not let go— but you're doing it.
“fuck— it, it does.. feel good.” you mumble out, nuzzling into the side of his head. he sighs against you, grinding against you deeper, the clothed tip nudging perfectly against your clit.
“i—i'm sorry if i scared you..” he whispers, you peek at him, seeing his bashful face. he's flushed, lips curled into a small pout as he avoids eye contact.
“i, i thought you liked me back,”
oh.
“do you? i've liked you since we were kids and i—”
this guy. he's serious isn't he?
“i mean like— you, you kissed me and everything— so like, you must like me a little,”
you groan lightly, chest still warm from the nonstop grinding of his hips, you place a soft kiss just beneath his ear.
his grinding comes to a slow pace, he pulls back to look at you with hopeful eyes.
“you're really awful for confessing to me by assaulting me,” you frown, slapping him lightly on the back of his head, “it's okay.. i, sort of, like you too.”
he grins, and places an awfully tongue-filled kiss to your lips before pulling away, “can you stay over?”
endoreadertakiishi heavy on the mind and i’m blaming you bc i wouldn’t even care about them at all if you hadn’t opened my mind …
“why don’t you kiss me?”
your throat goes dry. “huh?”
from his position on yamato’s couch, takiishi’s eyes slide over to the door where your boyfriend has just disappeared before meeting your gaze again, and though he hasn’t spoken—though you would have said you couldn’t possibly know him nearly well enough to read his stoic, unspoken desires—you know the meaning.
you just kissed yamato on his way out the door to fetch the meal he'd gotten delivered. you kiss yamato all the time. you’ve never kissed takiishi. why not? the question seems so simple.
(except that yamato is your boyfriend, and takiishi is not, and that answer should be equally as simple—obvious, even—except that you know in your gut it isn’t the right one.)
you swallow thickly. not even sure of what you’re going to say, you open your mouth, but it doesn’t even matter. takiishi reaches out with a heavy hand; it’s so fast, the rest of him so still, that you don’t even have time to flinch back. between one breath and the next he’s even closer, and he has your face pinched between thumb and fingers, forcing your lips to pout as he squishes your cheeks.
it would perhaps be asking too much for him to speak again. his head cocks, fingers pressing in at your cheeks until you make a squeaky little noise of pain and, to the horror of your steadily sinking heart, the corners of his mouth twitch.
you wish you didn’t see it coming. if it were a surprise you could dismiss your lack of struggle as shock. but from the moment his voice had broken the silence of the apartment, you’d known his aim, and you’d known your fate.
a rabbit in a snare, a deer in headlights, a fish on a hook—no use struggling, or fleeing, or trying to push him away. yet that’s no excuse for how you don’t even turn your head when takiishi kisses you.
yamato has always been a notably sweet kisser. gentle, coaxing, tender in a way that has never failed to make you weak in the knees. he’s like a new lover even after months of his pursuit of you, soft in his touches despite how they linger. you’ve found it refreshingly unexpected, considering everything else you’ve come to know about him.
takiishi wants to devour you.
his tongue is in your mouth, his teeth against your lips, his hands yanking you so close you wonder if he thinks he can truly absorb you. the force of it has you stumbling back until your waist slams into the counter and you cry out—takiishi pulls away from you with a disgustingly wet noise, pausing for a heartbeat to stare at you with wide, unblinking eyes like glowing orange embers, a soft flush settled over his cheeks to compliment his kiss-swollen lips.
and then he’s on you again, his mouth at your neck, tongue hot and wet as it runs up the column of your throat.
out of the corner of your eye, you see the door knob turn. for a fleeting, desperate moment, you hope. yamato has never been anything but willing to throw himself into the fire for you.
(you should have known better. you should know better.)
the door pauses halfway open. from over a toned shoulder, yamato meets your eye. you let out a noise—something like a choked, breathy sob, perhaps an attempt at a name, even you don’t know as the feeling of lips on your pulsepoint has your brain all too frayed.
your boyfriend rushes forward. his arm finds your waist as he eases himself around you, the smell of that achingly familiar cologne accompanying his chest at your back, warm and broad and pressing. you stumble, and you don’t know which of them is holding you anymore; all you know is you can’t pull away.
you fling an arm back, fingers tangling into soft black strands you know so terribly well as if you could make him release you by yanking hard enough. “yamato—“
“shh, baby,” he soothes. takiishi’s teeth sink into your jugular. his lithe hand is bruising at your waist. yamato leans in and presses a kiss to your temple. “let ‘im have his fill.”
Superior agent!Leon trying to get rookie!reader to quit her job... she's too pretty to be handling guns... she should be handling his babies instead ♡
So he drugs her at a work party, sleeps with her and then tricks her into thinking that it was consensual...
Superior agent!Leon that isn't surprised in the slightest when you come back with a positive pregnancy test... he'll act like a magnanimous man, offering to take care of both you and the baby because thats what a real man does.. he steps up! (As if he wasn't the one that kept cumming in you like a possessed man to make sure it takes)
Superior Agent!Leon who has a hard time pretending like he's not thrilled about marrying you. He's doing it for your own good anyway! A pretty thing like you is not meant for the battlefield. You should be at home, looking after the house and his brats... thank god he was there to help you realize it ♡
tags: noncon, stalking, yandere, breaking in, unreliable narrator (mostly yuuta pov), aged up charas (yuuta’s in his 20s), solo male masturbation, squirting, breeding/pregnancy talk/baby trapping, multiple orgasms, overstim, cunnilingus, fingering, yuuji makes a short guest appearance in the intro lol
wc: ~8.6k (... idk how this happened)
summary: Yuuta’s oshi is a horrible enabler.
a/n: happy belated birthday yuuta! atp you can rip underground idol!reader from my cold dead hands. based off of a post i made a while ago. thank you @infinitatis-ink for beta reading :> dividers by @/adornedwithlight
ao3 link here
It’s not Yuuta’s usual scene, but he felt bad when nobody responded to Yuuji’s invitation to spend a night out in Shinjuku. In Yuuta’s defense, he thought they would maybe go to an izakaya or two, get a meal and a few drinks before heading home. However, what Yuuta was unable to predict was Yuuji deciding to go to an idol show on the fly. Yuuji was practically begging him to go, making promises that it’ll be a lot of fun. And when words don’t work, Yuuji grabs Yuuta by the wrist and leads him to the venue despite his protests.
So that’s how Yuuta finds himself in a random basement venue crowded with sweaty guys on a Saturday night. Again, not necessarily his idea of a night out. But Yuuta’s a good sport, so he’ll do his best to enjoy the show anyways.
What starts as a murmur bursts into a boisterous cheer as soon as the stage lights flash on. It’s radiant, nearly blinding. It’s not the lights that sear a black hole into his vision. No, it’s you.
In that fluffy costume that makes you look like a slice of cake personified. The way your skirt bounces exemplifies the pep in your step as you make your way around the stage. Your eyes meet his as you wave into the crowd, and he thinks he’s having a heart attack.
“Good evening everyone! We really hope you enjoy the show we have in store for you tonight!” you speak into the mic, exuding a blissful aura like it's second nature. Yuuta swears he can feel it embrace him, the first warm ray of sunlight you feel after a barren winter.
The crowd roars in response before quieting down. The silence only serves to spur the anticipation drumming throughout his body, his heart beating loudly in his ears, catching in his throat.
The instrumental starts with a sweet chiptune lead, and all hell breaks loose. The rhythmic chants and clapping nearly blow out his ear drums, and he loses Yuuji in the chaos of fans rushing closer to the stage. It’s disorienting, trying to follow along while not losing his sights on you.
He moves along with the crowd, ebbs and flows like the ocean’s waves. No matter how much he’s pushed, he’s focused on you. Once he finds his footing, it gets a bit easier. It lets him focus on other things, like learning your name through the fan chants. It’s a cute one, one he savors on his tongue whenever he yells along with the crowd as you sing.
With every step, every graceful note that spills from your lips, he can only feel himself falling deeper. It’s like you’re a siren, and him, the unfortunate sailor who’s all too willing to walk to his demise. He yells and cheers even louder in his trance, just to see if you’ll grace him with another look.
And you do.
It’s brief but you look right at him again for the second time tonight, with a dazzling smile that puts the sun to shame.
How can he keep your attention? Maybe he should’ve stopped by and bought a lightstick or two before coming in.
Song after song after song, he roots for you with a frenzied energy he didn’t know he had in him. It’s a battle against his parched throat to force the words out and really make sure you can hear him. Every time you look his way, he feels electric. It’s like static, all his hair standing on edge
like he’s rubbed a balloon and your gaze is the point of contact that zaps you both.
Before he knows it, the show’s over. It’s far too soon for his liking. Even though it was Yuuji’s idea, Yuuta’s really warmed up to the whole thing–far more enthusiastically than he thought he’d ever be, so much so he’s tallying the number of times you looked his way.
Six. Six times he’s felt that electricity run through him, six times you’ve made him catch his breath and nearly choke on it. Did you feel it too? There’s no way you didn’t. He could see it in the way your eyes sparkled, in the smile that was hand-delivered to him. It’s too many times to be a coincidence.
Yuuta only manages to snap out of his trance when all the lights turn back on and Yuuji slings his arm around him.
“Sorry I lost ya earlier,” Yuuji apologizes, out of breath, presumably from dancing and chanting with the wotas, “how was it?”
“It was,” he pauses for a moment, “fun.”
“See, I told you it’d be fun!” Yuuji beams at the confession. “You wanna get chekis?”
“Chekis?”
“Yeah, like a picture with one of the girls. I already know who I’m choosing tonight!” Yuuji pats Yuuta on the back, a friendly gesture Yuuta returns in kind. “But since you don’t know the members, you can just choose a color. Doesn’t really matter.”
It doesn’t really matter, he said, but it really does. Because if Yuuta chose differently he never would have been able to meet you.
So once he gets to the front of the line, he points at the laminated picture of you.
It shouldn’t be this overwhelming. Idols are normal people too. It’s a lot more obvious with underground idols, in the dingy live venues they book, in the way they stumble over their words on stage or occasionally forget a dance move or lyric. There’s appeal in the imperfect, a diamond in the rough.
But that’s the thing, you still shine bright, blindingly so.
As Yuuta walks up to you, his nerves only get worse. His senses are running on overdrive taking you in, in all your ruffly glory. Something sweet and floral hits his nostrils as he breathes in. He didn’t consider you’d be wearing perfume. It’s the right amount – just enough to whet the palate and bite his tongue in fear of saying something wrong.
He thinks he’s seeing things when he’s barely an arms width away from you, and everything about you seems to sparkle.
You look giddy when he gets up to you, a large smile plastered on your face with open arms as if you’re reuniting with an old friend.
Is he supposed to hug you?
While he hesitates, you’re quick to close the distance, wrapping your arms around his waist. Yuuta carefully does the same to you, doing his best to not implode on the spot. When you let go, he’s flushed in the face and has to think about something else to calm himself down.
“Ah! I haven’t seen you around,” you ask with your hands behind your back and eyes wandering like you’re examining him, “you’re new here, aren’t you?”
“Y-Yeah, you could say that,” he says. The room feels ten degrees hotter.
“What’s your name?”
“Yuuta.”
“Yuuta…” you repeat carefully, as if you’re tasting it on your lips, “Cute name for a cute guy. Is it ok if I call you Yuu-tan?” You look at him with this doe-eyed expression that makes his chest taut.
When you say it like that, with your eyes glimmering under the stage lights, how could he say no? Yuuta’s stumbling over his words, babbling like an idiot before he’s finally able to get out a meek, “sure.”
You seem to like that, your face lighting up with pure glee.
“Alright Yuu-tan, what kind of pose did you have in mind?”
He absolutely did not think this far ahead. He has to tell himself to calm down, breathe in, breathe out, before asking, “what kind of poses do you usually do?”
“Mmm… Hearts are pretty common I’d say.” You gently grab his hand and the softness of your skin triggers alarm bells in his head. He’s in danger. “But since it’s your first time, how about we do something special?”
You say it in a way that has him blushing harder – first times.
“S-special?” he repeats.
Carefully, you wrap your arms around his waist. Softer than when you first grabbed him. Like there’s a gentle affection weaved within your embrace.
Your face is pressed against his chest. It’s enough for his breathing to shorten, to be far too aware of the pressure you place on him.
With an innocent pout you look at him, softly reassuring him, “Just pretend I’m like your girlfriend or something.”
You’re close–too close. And this whole situation is just too much for him. There’s no escape from you–your smell, your warmth, the softness of your skin.
“Do you have a girlfriend, Yuu-tan?” you ask, leaning into him more.
Did he hear you right? Every time you talk it feels like you do so with the express purpose of stealing the air from his lungs. But still, there’s no way that’s what you asked him. Right?
“Huh?”
“I said,” you purr into his ear before repeating your question, “do you have a girlfriend, Yuu-tan?”
So, he did hear you right. Now he’s scrambling again for an answer, blood pumping so hard he can hear it steadily pulsing in his ears.
“N-No.”
“Then you can think of me as yours!” you exclaim, far too easily. It echoes like a clocktower’s bell at noon. If he listens close enough, he swears he can hear the notes of a wedding march.
The only anchor that can bring him back down to Earth is a tug on his shirt, a whisper of your touch against his chest. When his eyes meet yours, he’s starstruck. The glitter around your eyes only serves to make his heart beat faster, how it sparkles and makes you look even sweeter.
“Alright, look at the camera for me, okay?”
So he does. You get in position too, soft lips pressing against his flushed cheek. It happens too quickly for him to react, and with a countdown from three and a flash, the picture’s taken.
You’re quick to sign the polaroid, and Yuuta can barely get a look at what you’re writing before you finish.
“Hold it carefully, ok? The ink can smudge,” you instruct him, gently passing over the picture. “And don’t shake it! The whole shake it like a polaroid thing is a myth.”
He silently takes the picture in his hand, carefully taking it in. You’re able to fit a decent amount on the picture. In the top left corner, “To my beloved Yuu-tan,” and in the bottom right, “Thank you for coming!”
“I hope you’ll come back again,” you say sheepishly, a bit like a girl who just confessed to their crush on the school rooftop.
“O-Of course!” Yuuta’s practically forcing the words out of his words, doing his best not to choke.
“Pinky promise?” You lay out your pinky for him, waiting expectantly. Yuuta, on the other hand, is struggling to recollect himself.
“Mmhm.” He brings his pinky over to yours, and you wrap around each other’s fingers. Yuuta thinks it’s just that until you bring your hand back to kiss your thumb.
“Seal it with a kiss?” you ask with an innocent smile.
“Huh?”
You don’t repeat yourself, simply look at him in a way that makes his cheeks red. After a moment, Yuuta repeats the motion, nearly shaking as he brings both of your hands closer to his lips before kissing his thumb.
By the time he finds the courage to look you in the eyes, he’s sure there’s steam coming out of his ears. His gaze shifts down, but darts back up as soon as he hears you giggle.
“You promised! No take-backsies. I don’t like broken promises.” You pout before breaking back into that picture perfect smile of yours. “Thanks for coming by, Yuu-tan!”
–
The post concert dress down is the same as usual. Struggling to get out of polyester costumes clinging to your skin from sweat, doing your best to fold your ruffled layered skirt into a manageable mass and failing the first couple of times. It’s a routine you’ve gotten used to.
What you’re not used to, is receiving a warning from one of your groupmates.
“Hey.” Your group leader stands over you as you attempt to continue packing your costume away. “You've gotta be a bit more careful.”
You look up at her with a raised brow, taking in her disappointed expression. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” she relents, her tone becoming more annoyed than disappointed.
So this is what you think it’s about. But it really isn’t any of her concern. You haven’t had any problems until now, so what’s the harm in continuing? If anything, she should be grateful. If you were to crunch the numbers, you’re sure you bring in a decent amount of fans by playing up the girlfriend experience schtick. And not just any type of fans – devoted ones. Those that return to night after night to spend a minute of their time with you. Those that would empty out their wallets at a snap of your fingers.
If you were to be honest with yourself, you like the power you hold. There’s a thrill that rushes to your head when your fans are stumbling over their words, stringing along a response for the sole purpose of pleasing you. But there’s no way you’d ever admit that to her. She just wouldn’t get it.
You let out a deep sigh. “It’s fine! This type of crowd is harmless. I’m just trying to do my job, you know.”
“You’re going to attract some crazies if you keep going down this path.”
“Yeah, yeah.” You shrug her off as you finally fit your costume into your luggage, swiftly zipping it close before it has the chance to recoil.
“Hey.” She grasps your shoulder to grab your attention. “Listen, I’m being serious,” she says, and there’s a genuine tinge of concern in her voice.
“Me too. I’m making us money. Good money. And if it means I have to bat my lashes and put on an act, then that’s what it is.”
She sighs, defeated. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
–
In the days after the concert, Yuuta falls into a rabbit hole. It’s just too easy – your group is pretty active on social media, trying and promoting just about anything that’ll stick. It starts simple enough with a livestream here and there. Just listening to you talk makes his heart all warm and fuzzy.
The longer he lurks and follows, the more he realizes just how many opportunities there are to take you in. You being an underground idol works in his favor. Desperation’s the name of the game, with you selling just about anything you can get your likeness on – signed polaroids, acrylic standees, can buttons, the list goes on.
Eventually, he’ll put in orders for those as well, but none of them replace the sensation of holding your hand in person, of your soft lips against his face.
At the end of the day, there’s no way you can’t see his devotion towards you. At this point he knows everything there is to know about you–through the selfies you post online, the memes you retweet, even the daily blog post where you write about your day.
There’s more than that as well. There’s an inherent intimacy he feels in the single shot chekis he orders as soon as the shop link drops on Twitter, in the comments he leaves on your livestreams, with the username you unknowingly gave him.
And in the short weeks he’s been following your account, he’s greeted with a rare chance encounter. A custom video, made by you, just for him. And though the price is probably hefty for what it is, he’s quick to seize the opportunity.
Sure, he’s burning a hole in his wallet. But how can he complain? When he can hear your sweet voice again, talking to him like he’s the only one in the room. It’s the closest thing he can get to seeing you for now. Things have just been so busy these days. He wonders how other sorcerers play the balancing act between dating and work.
But just a couple weeks later he gets an e-mail. He nearly jumps in his seat in his room when he sees the e-mail notification with the subject line “to my beloved yuu-tan~”.
His phone comes alive with you in frame, sitting in something different from your usual stage costume. Something cute, something that sends butterflies to his stomach and a blush to his cheeks. A comfy sweater that seems just a little bit too big for you, along with a matching skirt. The hem dangerously brushes against your upper thighs, and he has to make a considerable effort to draw his gaze back to your eyes.
The background is a simple white backdrop, and judging from the lighting situation, it’s probably something you filmed in your room. You’re filming this. In your room. Just for him. The thought is enough to make his heart race.
“Is this on?” Your finger taps on to the camera, face getting closer to the lens before moving back. Even when you’re clueless, you’re adorable. “Ah, it is.”
“Yuu-tan! Thanks for supporting me so much as you always have!~” Your voice is bright as always. The way your nickname for him dances on your tongue feels like a salve for even the most mortal of wounds.
“Your support is number one in my heart, you know. But Yuu-tan…”You drag out his name in a way that’s too much for him, and the way you pout up at the camera? This has to be attempted murder, he thinks. But he continues listening attentively. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. I miss you, I really do.” Your voice pulls on his heartstrings and makes him ridden with guilt. It genuinely pains him to hear you like this, his chest tightening at the sound. But then your voice lightens up, your expression brightens with the next words that slip past your lips, “you’ll come to the next show, won’t you?”
Yuuta finds himself nodding at his phone, as if you’ll be able to see his response if he’s enthusiastic enough. Yet, it’s as if you knew exactly how he’d reply.
“Alright, I’ll see you there then! This is a promise.” You lift your pinky up to the camera before pulling it back. “Oh wait, I don’t think I can do this through the camera, haha. Guess you’ll just have to finish it in person! Bye bye!” you sign off, and the video ends there, paused on your angelic smile.
Yuuta nearly breaks his phone replaying the video over and over again. It’s surprising the image of you hasn’t been burned onto his screen. But there’s one part in particular that’s his favorite.
It’s when you pout and disarmingly look up at the camera. Bat your eyelashes in just the right way to make him pitch a tent in his pants. That combined with the way you say his name, it’s no surprise the next thing he does is frantically search for the bottle of lube in one of his drawers.
What happens next, there’s no way you can fault him for it. All he can think about is how cute you are as he dispenses lube on to his right hand and unzips his pants with his left. Once his cock’s free, he groans as he palms himself, daydreaming about how you’d hold him. His other hand finds his phone, repeatedly going back to the same timestamp where you’re practically moaning for him.
He finds a rhythm, fast. Not just for jerking off, but looping your voice in a way that makes him light-headed. It just adds another layer to the image of you playing in his head. If he times it just right, he can pretend that slick wet sound of him fucking his hand is your sweet pussy instead. His pace gets faster, thinking about the other kinds of sounds he could wring from you.
You would moan so sweetly for him. He’d do everything in his power to make sure of it. He’s far from a selfish lover. He’d be sure to prep you beforehand, his hands tracing the curve of your body before delving into your underwear. Start a bit slow, teasing you into asking for more as he plays with your clit. He wonders what kind of expression you’d wear.
Maybe you’d be a bit shy. Maybe you’d be needy, desperate to ask him for more. Whatever’s the case it doesn’t matter, as long as he gets to hear your sweet voice.
Once he’s tested the waters he’d go faster, and he thinks about the heave of your chest, the short breaths you’d give him as you’re getting closer. Would you call him by his real name, or the nickname you’ve given him? He doesn’t really mind either way, but part of him hopes for the former. Regardless, the mental image of you cumming on his fingers along with your voice played on loop is enough to send him over the edge with a choked moan, hot ropes of his seed spilling from his slit. Yuuta’s body nearly gives out as he relaxes back into his chair, exhausted and out of breath.
“Alright, I’ll see you there then! This is a promise!” Your voice plays again through his phone as he finally comes down from his high.
So he steels himself. Tells himself that it doesn’t matter what the occasion is, he’ll make sure to go to the next live show, the one after, and the one after that. It’s a promise, after all.
—
The next time Yuuta goes to see you, he’s a bit more prepared. At least, that’s what he likes to tell himself.
In reality, he’s still just as nervous as the first time. While the video was nice, it just doesn’t hold a light to seeing you in person. Getting a waft of that sweet, floral perfume of yours as he approaches you, relishing at how the smell of the live venue just seems to disappear in your presence. Then there’s the ball that forms in his throat that he can’t swallow as he gets closer.
You light up as soon as you see him, star-bright.
“Yuu-tan!” you shuffle up to him with your arms outstretched for a hug, “I missed you!”
“I missed you too,” he says, and it feels like a weight’s been lifted off his chest. He brings you in closer, but feels a bit self conscious when he realizes just how tight you’re holding on to him. Tight enough that he can feel the curve of your tits pressed against him. Then he finds himself panicking and letting go.
“Did you have a good time at the show?” you ask, seemingly unphased by his internal plight.
”I did, I did,” he replies, nodding a bit too enthusiastically.
“I’m so happy you remembered our promise.”
”O-Of course.”
“What kind of pose did you want today?” Your expression softens as you put your hands behind your back and bend slightly, look up at him doe-eyed and curious.
After all he put into coming to the show, he’s stunned into silence. He had one in mind, but the idea simply melted as soon as he saw you. He can’t help it, it’s just what you do to him. He’s sure he’s making a fool out of himself again, and can feel it in the way his cheeks burn with embarrassment.
”Could you choose again?” he asks meekly.
“Hmm…” you muse, pouting dramatically and placing your chin in between your thumb and index finger. Yuuta waits with bated breath.
“Could you make a circle with your arms?” you say with a snap of your fingers.
”H-Huh? Sure.” He awkwardly follows your instructions, his fingertips meeting one another, miming the act of holding a large box against his chest.
You bend down and disappear from his vision, only to reappear between his arms.
“Boo!” you exclaim, palms faced outward with your fingers spread apart.
Yuuta’s startled. It isn’t that the act itself is scary, but the way you press against his chest and grin at him awakens a gnawing desire in his head. The lengths he would go to see you smile like this for him–just for him. By the time he’s shaking out the thoughts out his mind, he realizes you’ve been waiting for a response.
“Ah, you really scared me,” Yuuta jokes, feigning a scared expression to soothe his nerves.
“Hm? You think I’m scary, Yuu-tan?” you quip back, but then you’re pouting your lips, and the way the glitter glimmers under the stage lights makes it look like you’re going to cry.
It’s like you’ve pierced his heart, he swears he can feel it. Maybe with Cupid’s arrow. It seems like a side effect of this is becoming a blubbering mess every time he tries to speak.
“N-No, that’s not what I meant!”
“Don’t worry,” you giggle with a bright smile that soothes his heart, “I’m just messing with you.”
Gently, you adjust his position until his arms are wrapped tightly around your waist.
But when you press up against him, Yuuta thinks you’re approaching dangerous territory. Even with all the layers in your skirt, he swears he can make out the shape of your ass. It doesn’t help that you keep adjusting your position, brushing against his clothed cock multiple times over. All he can do is bite his tongue and hope that nothing comes to light.
“Yuu-tan, is this ok?” You look back at him with that innocent glimmer in your eyes.
”Y-Yeah, it’s perfect,” he replies, nearly biting his lip as he does so.
You give the cameraman the okay to take the picture, and with a countdown that feels longer than last time, the picture’s taken.
“You’ll come to the next show, right, Yuu-tan?”
“Of course.”
“Pinky promise?” You outstretch your pinky again, and this time, Yuuta’s swift on the uptake, wrapping his pinky around yours with more enthusiasm than last time. It’s such a simple gesture, but Yuuta is fond of promises and all they represent. Love intertwined in a simple hook of pinkies. The gentleness of your thumbs pressing against each other, the giggle that leaves your lips as you make a heart with your hands.
“Pinky promise,” he repeats with a gentle smile.
—
In the days that follow, Yuuta’s come to a realization.
Don’t get him wrong, seeing you perform is great and all, but his favorite moments with you are the intimate ones. The one on ones, the short and sweet conversations where he can tune out the rest of the world. And when he does the math, they’re too few and far between.
Simply put, he can’t wait for the next show. So, he forges his own opportunities. It’s just too easy to do when you post selfies of where you’re handing out flyers for the night. Part of him thinks your agency should be a little more conscious of internet safety, but then again he wouldn’t have been able to find out where you were if that were the case.
Thanks to your social media posts, it doesn’t take that long to find you. It’s busy in Shinjuku but it’s pretty easy to follow the endless trail of girls hanging out flyers. Even though you’re lined up with all the other idols, hostesses, and maids dressed to the nines to promote themselves, he could easily pick you out of the crowd. They just don’t hold a candle to you.
“Please come to our show!” you exclaim with a smile, waving the flyer and hoping the random man in front of you will take it. And for once, he does. So you look up. “Oh! Yuu-tan! What’re you doing here?”
Yuuta feels all warm and fuzzy at the mention of the pet name.
“Ah, I was just running some errands,” he says sheepishly.
“Really?” you ask back in a hushed whisper before breaking into a smile, “what a coincidence!”
Before you can comment any further, a man sneaks into your field of vision and interrupts the conversation, shyly waving his hand at you and asking for a flyer. Your eyes light up for a second before you turn to give him your attention.
“Please come to our show!” you casually hand over the flyer to the stranger with a smile.
Yuuta doesn’t like that.
For a split second, he thinks you should quit being an idol. But then the thought boomerangs back, sits and marinates as he considers it further.
Yeah. That might be a good idea.
“It was nice chatting with you Yuu-tan, but I really gotta get back to work.” You pout at him. It hits him differently this time. He almost mistakes it for guilt, but it’s not quite that. It’s not as surface level, gets deep under his skin like poison and spreads unease throughout his body.
“I’ll see you at the next show, Yuu-tan!” you send him off with a wave and a smile, one he thinks is too soon.
Yuuta waits for you to brand your pinky for him, but it never comes.
Disappointment. It’s disappointment.
He’s been a fool. You’re distracted by all these so-called fans that you can’t see what’s right in front of you. Worse of all, your agency is putting you up to it. He really thinks it’s time for you to quit.
So Yuuta waits.
For an idol, you lack a crucial sense of self-awareness. You don’t even notice when Yuuta follows behind you once you finish your shift. Even as the bustle of the city crowd quiets down as you make your way to your agency building on a random side street, you don’t notice he’s trailing behind. Imagine how much danger you’d be in if some crazy fan were to follow you. You’re lucky to have Yuuta there for you, he just needs to make you see it too.
He almost loses you when you leave the agency building in much more normal and muted. He nearly has to stop himself from drooling at the sight of it. He can see it so clearly, the image of you wearing it on a date with him. Maybe it’d be at a cafe, somewhere he can see you laugh and smile with him as he feeds you an intricate, overpriced slice of cake. But before he gets too lost in his imagination, Yuuta shakes it off and resolves himself to continue following you.
The longer he follows you, the more Yuuta starts to feel invisible. You don’t notice him when he’s right behind you at the turnstill. When he follows you through all the twists and turns of the station, hell, even when he’s three spots behind you in line for the train. The lack of self-preservation is stunning, he thinks. More than that, how could you not notice your number one fan, your boyfriend, putting in all this effort to make sure nobody hurt you? But it doesn’t matter–soon enough you won’t have to worry about that.
You step off the train after a few stops, and Yuuta’s always behind you, not that you’re aware.
The rush of people leaving the train is enough to help him blend in, but once you leave the station he adds some slack to the distance.
Another fifteen minutes of walking and he’s there, watching from a distance as you unlock your apartment and go inside.
Yuuta waits a minute before approaching the unit you just walked into. The lock to your apartment isn’t anything he can’t break through, and with a pointed blast of cursed energy, the lock breaks with a quiet snap. He makes a note to himself to tell you to get a better place.
Then again, it’d be best if you just lived with him anyways. He’d take care of anything, everything, as long as it’s for you.
The door creaks just a little as he opens it slowly, careful not to disturb you.
The apartment is cramped, narrow halls made even smaller by the coats you have hanging on wall hooks, but just down the corridor he can see your living room. Calmly, he takes off his shoes and places them down neatly next to yours before quietly walking over. You aren’t there.
He backtracks to where the hallway splits, approaching the bedroom door. It’s slightly ajar, tantalizing like a bow on top of a present. It’s as if you were expecting him.
When he pushes the door open with a slight tap, Yuuta’s greeted by a half naked figure. You were probably in the middle of undressing. He takes a moment to mentally thank whatever higher up there gave him the blessing of perfect timing.
“Get out of my apartment!” you yell, throwing whatever you can at him, but it doesn’t seem to do any damage. He walks casually towards you, even as you tremble. He doesn’t understand why you’re shaking, but he knows he can fix it. You have nothing to worry about, everything will be better now that he’s here.
His expression softens as soon as you look him in the eyes.
“Hey, hey, it’s just me,” Yuuta coos.
“Y-Yuu-tan?” you ask, voice out of breath from thrashing around, “what are you doing here?” your voice drops in a way that he hasn’t heard before. It’s intimate, he thinks.
“I’ve been worried about you,” he says, a tenderness wrapped in his words.
“Worried?” you ask in the softest tone he’s ever heard. It endears him.
“Yeah. You didn’t pinky promise me today.”
“Huh?”
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You usually pinky promise me before you say bye. But you were so distracted today.”
There’s a brief pause, but it feels like it lasts a lifetime. Yuuta studies your expression, one he doesn’t recognize. When your eyes meet his, he takes it as a sign to explain himself further.
“And it’s not just that. During your lives, I see you looking at other guys and it really hurts me,” his voice softens, his chest tightening at the confession. He notices the tears falling down your face, and scrambles to make it better. “But you don’t need to do any of this anymore. You have me,” he says with a hand against his heart.
It doesn’t seem to help as your barely contained cries become louder.
“Yuu-tan, you’re scaring me,” you confess.
He tilts his head.
“I don’t think I’ve said anything scary?”
Another pause. He waits for an answer but isn’t given one he wants as you run for the door. It’s a losing game to run from him, his body quick to shield you from the door, his hand tightly wrapping around your wrist.
“Why are you running?” he asks, genuine hurt in his voice.
“Because you’re scaring me, Yuu-tan,” you reply, voice trembling.
“I’m not trying to be scary, I just want to be a good boyfriend for you,” he whispers softly against your ear, and to prove his point, his hand grazes your thigh, traveling further until his fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear. “Make you feel good like you’ve done for me,” he says breathlessly.
“N-No, I don’t want this, please,” you beg.
Your words are rearranged by the time they hit his ears. For all intents and purposes, all he hears is “I want this, please” and that’s all he needs to kiss you. It’s soft for a moment, but then it’s as if something snapped inside him.
There’s no patience behind it; he’s waited so long after all. He kisses like his time with you is sand trickling down an hourglass and he’s on his last grains. All groans and grasping at your cheeks to keep you with him, hot and heavy.
“Y-Yuu-tan, please,” you plead shakily.
There’s something at the end of your words he doesn’t catch, but he’s all too willing to give you what you want, especially when you’re asking so nicely.
Your breathing quickens as his hand presses down on your legs so you can’t escape. Yuuta’s hand gingerly traces up your thigh until he gets to your underwear. The soft breath you let out when he brushes over your clit sends blood rushing straight down to his cock.
His tongue brushes against the cotton fabric of your underwear, a cute moan leaving your lips, just for him. It’s what he’s been craving to hear, the subject of all his sweetest dreams and basest fantasies, and it’s better than he could have ever imagined. Now that he has it, he needs more.
There’s no warning, no tact to his movements, he can’t hold himself back any longer. There's only pure, unadulterated desperation with every stroke of his tongue against your underwear until he finally pulls the fabric to the side.
When your hand grasps his hair, he’s taken by surprise but he doesn’t dislike it. He indulges you and even lets out a throaty moan when you tighten your grip. He didn’t take you for the rowdy type, but you’re full of surprises, aren’t you?
It enables him further to dive into you and lap around your clit to hear those short gasps that sound like music to his ears. His arms wrap around your thighs to bring you in further, his nose pressing into you as he starts to build a steady tempo.
It seems to be too much for you with the way your body keeps shifting, but Yuuta is nothing if not determined. Maybe you’re testing the depths of his dedication, but there’s no universe where he’d ever fail you. No matter how much you move, he’s stuck to you like a leech, sucking at your clit with fervor. There’s intention with every motion, in the way he huffs and inhales deeply through his nostrils, in the messy way he sucks and slurps at your slick.
Even though he’s working so hard to please you, something’s not quite right. You’re so… quiet. It makes Yuuta think you’re holding yourself back. There’s no need for that, especially between lovers. Soulmates, even.
“Let me hear how good you feel,” he pants between breaths, “it’s okay.”
His movements become more pointed, determination lighting a fire in his stomach just to hear how sweet you get when you cum. The anticipation is killing him, but he thinks there’s been a breakthrough when your thighs tighten around his head, your breaths getting shorter by the second.
When you finally cum, it’s nothing short of heavenly. Sweeter than any note he’s heard you sing on stage, better than what he’s heard in his dreams. It’s not just that, but the full body reaction as well. The trembling, the taut muscles, the rise and fall of your chest– it’s all so erotic.
So your love language is words of affirmation. He makes note of that.
The only complaint Yuuta has is that the moment was far too short lived for his tastes. He has to hear more. See more. Have more. His fingers press gently against your wet hole, one small push from penetrating.
“W-Wait, it’s sensitive–”
Yuuta cuts you off by slipping it in with ease, quickly followed by another. Hungrily looks at the point where he’s connected to you. He starts slowly, fingers carefully pressing and curling until he finds a spot that gives him the reaction he’s looking for.
“Too-too much, stop-”
He doesn’t. Why would he ever deprive you of pleasure? He presses in further, bullies the spot that makes you scream louder. It’s not long until he sends you tumbling into another climax. It’s far more drawn out than the first. He can feel it in the way your walls convulse around his fingers.
Even though it might be too much, Yuuta still fingers you through it. He can’t help it. You just look so cute like this, reduced to a sputtering mess. And knowing that he’s the only one who has the privilege of seeing this side of you? He’s on cloud nine.
He knows he’s being a bit mean right now. But there’s so much lost time to make up for. He might also be letting his jealousy of seeing you with another man get the better of him right now, but it’s ok. At the end of the day, he’s making you feel good.
Yuuta watches with wonder and amusement as you cum again. He almost feels bad for pushing you this far, seeing the way you squeeze your eyes shut and thrash around through your orgasm. While he’s not a fan of your pain, he loves being your source of comfort, the one to clean up your tears. It’s a necessary evil, he tells himself.
Yuuta plants a trail of kisses down your neck to help shoulder the burden, and it seems to help as you come down from your high.
“You’re doing so good for me,” he sighs, adoration laced in his voice as he kisses your forehead.
“Y-Yuu-tan,” you pant, “you’ve already made me feel so good. D-Don’t you think that’s enough?”
“Of course not,” he responds with a soft gasp as if he’s incredulous at the idea, “I have so much more I want to give you.”
“More?” you ask shakily.
“Mhm,” he purrs with a soft smile, unphased by the tremor in your voice. His fingers slide in and out of you with ease, drawing another soft lewd sound out of you.
“No, no, no, I can’t, I can’t-” you plead, before you’re cut off by a kiss. Yuuta notices you have this habit of denying yourself anything good for you, but you don’t need to do that. What are boyfriends for? He doesn’t stop, even when you scratch and leave blossoming trails of rose on his skin. It only makes him intensify his movements, picking a fast rhythmic pace to hit that spot that makes you moan so sweetly.
When you cum with a wail, Yuuta’s there to swallow every cry you give him, tongue swirling against yours to help you through it. There’s a tenderness to it, as if he’s telling you it’ll all be okay. In between labored breaths he huffs in your ear with a neediness in his tone, “let it all out for me.”
He didn’t mean it literally, but he’s not displeased with the results either. That being said, it does catch him by surprise when you clench and gush all over him and the sheets. The warmth of you soaking his pants makes him feel dizzy with lust. Next thing he knows he’s nose deep into your folds, lapping up at everything you have to give. Not a drop goes to waste, not when he lifts your legs and traces the trail of juices from the fat of your ass to your inner thigh.
It’s just too much for him. When he comes up for air, he’s hastily picking at his pants.
“Have you done this for anyone else?” he asks as he unbuckles his belt and slides down his pants.
You shake your head furiously in embarrassment. It’s cute. Part of him wishes he could record a video of it and save it for later. But there’s more pressing matters at hand.
Yuuta’s hard cock presses against the fabric of his boxers, begging to be freed. His hand barely breaks through the elastic when it springs free, slapping his stomach from the recoil. Seeing your hole slick with arousal for him is almost enough to make him cum right there. He takes a deep breath and tries to collect himself.
Yuuta strokes his cock before pressing it between your folds, collecting all your arousal along the way. Even this is enough to make him shiver, feel it deep in his core. He bites his lip and lines himself up with your entrance. The sight of your hole quivering as he taps his tip against it makes him lightheaded.
So he starts slow, presses against your cunt steadily until he gets past that first ring of muscle that makes you gasp. From there, it’s just a matter of patience and self control, pushing further and further until he finally bottoms out with a groan. It goes in so easily, it’s like you were made for this–for him. Yuuta feels like he’s floating.
While Yuuta’s never been one to think about his size, he still sees you squeezing your eyes shut. His hand caresses your cheek before he reaches for your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours. He brings your hand up to his lips and gives your fingers a chaste kiss, from one lover trying to comfort another.
“Hey, it’s in. It wasn’t that bad, right?” he asks softly, like he’s letting you in on a secret.
You give him a shy nod, and he smiles at that.
“You’re doing so good for me,” he praises, gently wiping the tears from your eyes. Even in the afterglow of your tears, you look beautiful. Then again, he’d find beauty in anything you give him. It doesn’t matter what kind of expression you wear, as long as it’s just for him.
“I’ll start slow, ok?” Yuuta brandishes his pinky.
There’s a moment of pause, a shake to your hand as you wrap your pinky around his. He’s already one step ahead of you and swiftly seals it with a kiss and a giggle.
Yuuta keeps his promise, as he languidly rolls his hips into yours. It takes every ounce of self control to keep a slower pace, but he has to savor his first time with you. You feel perfect around him–your warmth enveloping him like a blanket, almost suffocating with its embrace. It’s too much for him, he can’t keep biting his lip and holding back his moans. Then again, he’d be a hypocrite holding himself back, wouldn’t he?
So he lets whatever sounds caught in his throat escape through his lips, lets you hear just how much you’re messing him up. All broken groans and whimpers of your name. And maybe it’s a bit too much for you, seeing you grab the pillow to cover your face. But Yuuta isn’t embarrassed, and you shouldn’t be either, so he’s quick to toss the pillow off the side of the bed.
“Y-Yuu-tan, please,” you ask.
It sounds like there’s something else you were going to say, but the noise thins out into a hushed whine. But Yuuta can read between the lines. His hands spread your legs apart further for leverage, his lips pressing against yours until he builds it up to a slew of open mouthed kisses. Tongue against tongue, choked gasps and moans escaping into each other’s mouths. He kisses you like he wants to consume you, breathes in so intensely like you’re the air he needs in his lungs.
It’s everything he’s ever wanted. He can’t help himself from rutting his hips into yours a little harder, losing himself in the soft plush of your walls squeezing him tighter with every passing moment. Even the wet sounds of his cock fucking into you is melodic to him, along with your staccatoed gasps, it’s an earworm he wouldn’t mind keeping.
He can’t let himself all the fun though, his fingers making their way to your throbbing clit. It seems to catch you by surprise, earning a yelp from you that soon melts into a moan.
“Yuuta-”
The world stops moving. It’s as if he’s frozen in place as soon as he hears his name from your lips. No nickname, no extra letter. Just Yuuta. It’s enough to make his head spin, his nerves go haywire as he snaps his hips into yours faster, desperate to hear it again.
“Say it again,” he groans breathlessly, desperately trying to keep himself from cumming right then and there.
“Yuuta, Yuuta-” you whine in that tone he’s dreamt of, stroked himself to on lonely nights and he’s so close. All self control goes out the window as he practically fucks you into the mattress. He feels delirious feverish with an ailment that can only be cured through you. He can’t let you go; not now, not ever.
An idea hits him like a strike of lightning, reverberates throughout his entire being. His pace slows for a second. There’s a look of confusion on your face.
“If we have a baby, you’ll have to quit, right?” he asks, his finger gently tracing a heart around your stomach.
Your pupils dilate. Yuuta recalls that it’s a sign of love. Affection. His heart skips a beat.
“Y-Yuu-tan,” you mumble, a tremor in your voice, “what are you saying?”
“You’ll have to stay if we have a baby,” he whispers into your ear before his hips snap into yours, “right?”
You make some unintelligible noise in response, but he knows it’s just because you’re overwhelmed with joy at the idea. Knowing you’re happy makes him happy too.
There’s no time to waste, an urgency to Yuuta’s movements as he pushes against your legs until you’re folded into a mating press. His hips pick up a steady rhythm, the loud slap of skin echoing throughout the room.
Yuuta fucks you like he means to make good his proposal–his body pressed flush against yours, his hands wrapping around the back of your head to bring you into his embrace. He throws caution to the wind, lets lust take over.
Everything about you is overwhelming. How you scratch at his back, how you bite down on his neck hard enough to draw blood, how your legs tremble with each stroke. It’s like you want it just as bad as he does.
And who is he to deny you? His hand slips between your sweat covered bodies, trails down to your throbbing clit to show it some love. He wants you to feel as good as he does, or better. Preferably the latter.
He knows he’s doing a good job when he hears that tell-tale sign of your breaths quickening, along with your heart beating faster against his chest.
But something’s off.
You won’t stop throwing your body around, as if you’re trying to loosen his grip around you.
If this is your way of testing his love, then he’s passing with flying colors. It only lights a fire in him, determination ablaze in his fingertips as he draws tighter circles around your clit, the roll of his hips morphing to something slower, but deeper. It’s only a matter of seconds before your body gives in to his love and affection, cries sputtering from your mouth as your muscles tense up around him.
Yuuta can’t control himself any longer with your pussy convulsing around him, his pace becoming erratic, his breathing heavier. His voice breaks, a shaky whine catches in his throat before he goes over the edge.
“Love you, love you so much,” he cries before cumming, burying himself deep inside and making sure to give you everything he has. Every twitch of his cock leads to the undeniable warmth of his seed painting your insides white.
He takes a moment to collect himself and catch his breath, but he doesn’t take himself out of you. It’s like the intensity catches up with him all at once as he collapses onto you. Even in his state of exhaustion, he finds the energy to gingerly kiss your forehead.
Okay Solomon came home on the free pull the give for the revival gacha so guess what? Yandere fem Solomon smut!! I hate my wife (not loving) also requests open!
Cw: noncon, penetrative sex (with a toy), rough sex, fem! Solomon, reader is going through it tbh, I don’t know if this is ooc I just wanted Solomon to hold me down and make me cry SUE ME
“Cmon…we both know you can take more”
Solomon knows she’s lying as she watches you gasp and beg for mercy, tears running down your cheeks as her hand flexes and forces the toy even deeper. She can feel your hand grip her sleeve so tightly your knuckles are white and in between sobs she can hear little begs for her to stop.
The only response Solomon bothers to give is a small hum to your wails, simply continuing to shove the dildo in and out of your abused hole. Solomon knew the moment she saw you that you would look so pretty under her, under her control and away from those annoying demons. The angel isn’t any better, only getting her nerves slightly less than the siblings. It isn’t until a particularly loud broken moan that she realizes she started thrusting a bit too hard.
You’re so fragile. You wouldn’t survive without her, without another human teaching you how to defend yourself. Your legs gave out after the second orgasm, you stop trying to claw at her after the third. Everything just further solidifies for Solomon that you need her. You need her to guide you, to be your mentor.
Her eyes flicker down your heaving chest, small bruises already forming on your skin. “I didn’t mean to be so rough with you,” Solomon says almost off-handedly as she listens to your whimpers. “But your rad uniform will cover it. Unfortunately.” She makes a point to push the toy back in a bit more forcefully as she seems to scowl at the fact nobody will see what she did to you.
To have everybody know you spent the night on the floor of her room moaning while Solomon’s toy destroys your cunt- both sends heat pooling in her gut and a shiver down her spine. See you spread out before her while her hand forces in the dildo again, her marks on your chest (conveniently covering some of the pact marks), and of course the best part; your gorgeous face. Crying and moaning just for her.
She really can’t decide if she wants the whole world to know about this. The look on the others faces when they see you stumbling around, and maybe you would even tell them what happened, meanwhile your getting wet just by recounting what happened-
Solomon smiles when she sees your cum for the fifth time this night. She coos little praises wrapped with degrading words as your thrash and shake in her arms. If there is one person she wants to be aware that Solomon owns you, it’s you.
cw: nsfw, mild blood and bloodplay, fem dog/siren (?) hybrid! rafayel x gege! caleb x reader, stepcest/incest/pseudocest (up to you), siren hypno powers, muzzling, creampie, scissoring, oral sex, dub/noncon, trauma, angst, fluff, tiny bit of bondage, might be ooc i'm sorry, tba
a/n: a 45-days belated birthday fic for my beloved @rawrdawgging !! i hope you like it kory and sorry this took forever 🥲 #yuriloversunite (shoutout to the lovely amazing @losermuse for proofreading or else it would have been incomprehensible!!)
growing up, it had always been you and gege. everyone around you had called you 'Grammy Josephine’s strays'. an inseparable pair the other kids avoided. it was always you and the boy that always seemed to hover behind you and stood a little too close, no matter where you went.
it was a genuine surprise when you finally managed to get him to give in and get a dog for your birthday. he had said no to hamsters, cats, and even a singular fish.
"i guess a dog isn't too bad. it can keep up with your chaos."
you blinked. stunned that he actually agreed.
"what? you're...not kidding, right?"
he raised a brow, lips tugged into his infamous smirk.
"me? kidding? never. so now where's my thank you?"
you cheered and ran up to hug him.
"just a hug? come on, pips. throw me a bone here."
maybe taking in a dog was the least of your worries when you had a dirty one already nuzzling against your neck and jaw. kissing and licking you hungrily. his hands trailed down your spine to give your ass a firm squeeze. you thought of getting a muzzle for him one of these days. the sight of him all on his knees panting and restricted, made his smugness more bearable. you walked him back towards the couch, straddling him once he sat.
"huh...someone's excited."
he remarked with that stupid smirk on his face. as if he wasn't already rock hard at the mere thought of you.
"i'm throwing you a bone, Caleb. don't make me take it back."
you huffed, rocking your hips against his tent. he gritted his teeth, stifling a groan that was already building in his throat.
"fuck...pips. you're always so mean to me..."
you rolled your eyes, moving quicker as his large warm hands found their way onto your hips, squeezing them when you ground against his clothed tip.
"mean? if i was mean- hah- i would've- hng- stopped-"
his grip faltered and he flashed you his infamous puppy eyes. the perfect amount of pathetic, wet, and needy in his purple gaze that he knows would have you relent and take pity on his sis-con soul. and it works like a charm. every single time. he's supposed to be the older one too. you continued grinding, hands squeezing his chest. you leaned down against his ear.
"stop that. i'm supposed to be annoyed."
you breathed against the shell of his ear before flicking your tongue against it and sinking your teeth into the lobe just hard enough to leave temporary marks and make his hip buck harder against you. he was as wrapped around your fingers as you were his.
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so there he was, Caleb in all his boy next door's charming glory, in a hybrid rescue shelter. the female staff were already giggling behind clipboards and fanning themselves with flustered looks. he cranked up the brightness of his smile and walked confidently towards the nearest staff.
"excuse me, may I have one of your best hybrids to adopt?"
and the staff barely even remembered to get his id and documentation for processing.
"y-yes sir! of course!"
Caleb grinned and followed along as she lead him to the common living area for the hybrids.
"here are some of our sweetest hybrids...we have an arctic hare hybrid who is low maintenance...aside from food costs...and then there's-"
her words were already dissolving into the background as his eyes fixed on a dog girl hybrid. she had the cutest and fluffiest purple hair/fur. she was alone off to the side of the room with crayons and papers scattered in front of her. they were filled with pictures of magical lands. the immense princess vibes she held were exactly what caught his attention. the slight brattiness from the way her tail flicked when her vision glided over his form like he didn't matter at all. it reminded him of a certain someone at home. she'll fit right in.
"what breed is that pup?"
her explanation faltered and she turned to face him with a sheepish look.
"that's Rafa. she's new and to be honest...we don't really know either. poor thing came in all by herself."
Caleb began to step closer towards the pretty dog-girl, his shoes thudding against the tiles.
"sir wait! she's very...well...fussy. many potential adopters end up settling for other hybrids instead."
"what? there's no way she'll be fussy with me, she's so cute."
Caleb says confidently as he moved even closer to the dog-girl, his height looming over her smaller crouched frame. the staff could only watch on in resignation as he walked down the path so many other potential adopters have failed.
"hey there...would you wanna go home with me? there's someone who'd love to meet you-"
she sniffed him and at first her head tilted, eyes narrowing as she sniffed deeper. both Caleb and the lady staff held their breath. after a while of sniffing and building up hope for the both of them, she simply turned away and got back to drawing. Caleb blinked and his eye twitched.
"hello...i know you can talk-"
"no."
she interrupts without batting an eye or even looking at him. Caleb pursed his lips. what the hell was this bitch's problem anyway? no he had to play it cool.
"please pleaseeee come home with me!! it's for her, see?! she's so perfect incredible amazing-"
the lady staff just watched the whole thing unfold with wide eyes and her jaw unhinged. a grown adult man, 6'2, built to the heavens, groveling at the feet of the sassiest dog hybrid in the shelter. even the sleeping arctic hare hybrid had his eye cracked open to see what was going on. he was fumbling in his pocket for his wallet and he practically shoved it in the dog-girl's direction.
"see! she's literally the sweetest ever!! you'll love her! everyone does-"
the picture made the dog girl blink. something about your eyes and smile tugged at her chest. so that was the sweet smell on this oaf. the smell that she had mistaken for home.
"fine."
she says, picking at her nails and not meeting his gaze. but the way her ears twitched with interest at the top of her head gave her away. she was curious and...maybe even enthused at the prospect of going home- no. meeting the person who smelled like home. so much so that she barely noticed Caleb's scheming eyes that were already planning a get back at her for being so difficult.
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your beloved gege came home with something that had to be wheeled in. a cloth covered box with something that was making odd breathing sounds. a pitch of whining and panting that either belonged to a huge dog or...-
"gege i asked for a puppy...that sounds so creepy..."
you say, circling the box curiously.
"pips, you asked for a dog and i literally bought you the cutest one. least you could do is give your gege a lil smooch, ya know? as thanks?"
he says with that smirk glued to his jaw. you wracked your brain for a moment, thinking about what could possibly be under the cloth cover. was it an english mastiff? honestly if it was, you'd jump gege in a heartbeat. those things grew up to be skinwalkers with how humongous and...spindly they are. you felt a shiver down your spine as you imagined a large shadowy creature staring at you from the dark as it slowly takes over your home and makes it theirs. next thing you know, it's drinking your favourite brand of coffee on your dining table, legs crossed and rent unpaid. you took a deep breath, patting your cheeks to steel your resolve.
"better not be an english mastiff..."
you murmured to yourself which earned a snicker from your beloved older brother. the urge to smack him upside the head grows and deepens with age, you grumbled internally. reaching out, your fingers traced the edge of the cloth before tugging it away. you could not have prepared yourself for what came next. it was a bitch. literally. a dog-girl in a simple white shirt, sweatpants, and a chew toy clasped right between her teeth. she was drooling a little as she sat there, a scowl on her face and a constant growling sound rumbling from her chest. she had the softest purple hair, wavy, and shiny. and her eyes were an enchanting blue and pink. she looked unreal. and also very annoyed. maybe even a little scared.
"a dog-girl?! seriously gege?! you have to be kidding me!"
you exclaimed in a mix of shock and frustration. he had one job. just one. which by the way, you didn't even entask to him, he snatched the job up himself. saying that he's the best dog picker gege in the world. you should have known. god even an english mastiff would be preferable by now- your thoughts skidded to a halt as soon as you began realising what you saw. the dog-girl tilted her head and scooted closer towards the cage door and she was...
"mhfff hff hhh"
she was trying to speak, actively biting down on the chew toy to try and get it out of her mouth. she shook her head in annoyance and tugged at the hybrid safe lock behind her head.
"ughhh seriously caleb! and you gagged her too!"
you groan before gently raising your hand and moving closer.
"hi there. i'm...so sorry for being too loud. are you alright?"
your soft tone made her scowl ease up, her pinned down ears twitching. she was still drooling and glaring daggers at Caleb who stood there with mock offense. he had gotten you the prettiest dog from the pound! so why were you so upset? you unlatched the huge cage and gently held out your hand. she sniffed it and immediately nuzzled into your hand. you rubbed her head and unlocked the muzzle.
"you smell nice. like home."
she whispers, nuzzling closer against you. her voice was as pretty as her face and her hair. even the instinct to recoil at the way a human with dog ears had practically rubbed drool on you vanished. she was really pretty and that was a privilege on its own. the soft moment was broken when Caleb cleared his throat in an attempt to join the new bond that was happening in the middle of his living room.
"she's a rescue from...a hybrid shelter. she was so stubborn and...frankly, rude, but it seems like she likes you, though."
the redirection of your attention to Caleb once again made the dog girl glare at him, letting out an agitated rumbling growl. you turned to her and stroked her ears which made her calm again.
"yeah it seems she really does. she's beautiful. never seen anything like her before. also you should move away. i don't think she likes you much."
you murmured, scratching under her chin. she seemed to preen, chest puffing at your words. the sight made you giggle. she was perfect. adorable.
"oh wow. okay. you're welcome, pips."
Caleb scoffed, folding his arms sulkily as he backed off. he watched the two of you with a mildly growing peeve. maybe it was just an introduction of a new element in his shared space with you, but something was telling him that in a while he was going to regret this generosity of his.
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"ah fuck! what is- ugh- wrong with you-"
your cuddle nap with Rafa was rudely interrupted by gege's hooting and hollering. again. you have lost count of how many times this had happened this week alone.
"use pretty words, Rafa's just a puppy."
you murmured groggily, patting Rafa's definitely-not-a-puppy's ears and head which seemed to calm her a little bit.
"you're being unfair pips! she thrashed my entire closet and now she's literally baring her teeth at me!'
you squinted one eye open and Rafa gave you the biggest puppy eyes ever. not a tooth in sight. your heart turned to putty at the sight. she was just so so adorable. she could do no wrong in your eyes.
"no she isn't. if you stop being so loud and just behave for an hour i promise we can catch up on missed time okay? so be a good boy-"
"i'm not the dog here, pips!!"
he exclaimed, groaning in agitation as he combed his fingers through his hair in genuine exasperation. it didn't even take one week. it had been, what? 5 days? and that bitch, literally and maybe even figuratively, had taken everything from him. his living room with all her toys that you had ordered, his favourite seat which had purple fur and hair everywhere, and worst of all his precious baby sister. you. not to mention the nights where his bedtime, the most sacred and intimate and blessed time of his whole entire day, was absolutely ruined by her constant whining and scratching at the door each time the door closed or locked. Needless to say, she was now sleeping on his side of the bed and he had to sleep on the, you guessed it, the floor. he hadn't gotten a single chance to hold you in five whole days. it was five days too long. long enough to drive a loving gege insane!
and then he saw it, Rafa's triumphant smug smirk as she nuzzled against your chest. Caleb felt a chill down his spine. he had went and done it now. brought a literal demon from hell home to his beloved pips and now it was going to throw him out since he's served his purpose. he needed to return Rafa and he needed to do it now-
"then stop acting like it, gege. if you behave, we can sleep together tonight and Rafa can sleep in the spare room that we've been doing up for her okay?"
"deal! i'll be good!!"
immediately all was forgiven. life was good again. there were no demons and no evil and he swears he heard angels sing- and then Rafa began to squirm against you.
"but i don't wanna sleep alone...wanna sleep with you...please..."
Caleb's eyes twitched. this greedy fucking dog! he swallowed his annoyance and put on his irresistible puppy eyes and now you were faced with two of the most difficult to reject pleading looks from the both of them.
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the sounds and smells from their room was making the pretty dog girl all sulky. littermates. she knew that smell so well. there was a pair of them in 'that' place. the place she was from. they were inseparable and stunk of each other all the time. she had made sure to steer as clear as possible from them and had almost let out an obvious tail wag when they were adopted together. good riddance, she had thought to herself. and yet here she was, pining for someone who was already accounted for. the sweet comforting smell of home that lingered in his musk. intertwined and embedded, begging for her to paw it up.
it should have been her. she whined as she pressed her fluffy ears harder against the door. she could hear the soft pants and stifled moans. your sweet voice that was enough to make her all giddy as she stood outside your door. she closed her eyes, whining softly as she imagined her on the bed with you, nuzzling her nose in your neck as her hands rubbed and tweaked at your chest. how soft you'd feel beneath her fingers, how taut and perfectly textured your nipples would feel in her mouth. how she'd suck and bite and scent you as hers and only hers. get rid of the stink that Caleb had left on you. be the only one you think of. the only one you'd want. if you didn't love Caleb so much, she'd have made him disappear. she hated sharing what was hers.
"gege...quit teasing...h-harder please..."
Caleb's thrusts had faltered a little upon hearing the whimpering beyond the door. that dog girl was a bitch in heat when it came to you. the smugness settled in his chest at the realisation that at the end of the day you'd always pick him. even over her, your most beloved dog-girl in the world. that heady feeling of being listened in on only made him thrust harder, making the lewd squelching sounds painfully heard to their little intruder.
"hah- as you- hah- wish, pips..."
he says through gritted teeth, the flushed curves of his freckled abs dripping with sweat and exertion as he thrusted deeper into the warm vicelike grip of your cunt. his fingers tightened around yours as he pushed your hand deeper into the mattress, teeth clenched as he continued to fill you up to the fullest. bet that pup's real bitter outside the door, was his last thought before his hips stuttered as he came inside. your legs locked around his waist, pulling him deeper against you as he pressed his hot flushed forehead against your equally heated one.
"love you, pips. you're perfect."
he whispers, kissing your nose. his fingers slowly loosened from your interlocked hands and he brushes away the stringy sweat slicked strands of hair from your forehead. it was perfect and exactly how life was meant to be. you and him together with that dog out of the picture. well at least when it mattered most.
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you and Caleb were tangled in the sheets, skin glowing and hair mussed from sleep and faintly smelling of shampoo from the late night shower in the connecting bathroom. the morning was cozy and perfect, the kind that Caleb would dread leaving to head to work. he turned to give you a soft kiss against your temple when there was a loud ripping sound coming from outside. followed by crashes and loud clanging sounds. his lips nearly bruised from how you jolted awake, smacking your temple against his mouth.
"wha- wha?! are we getting robbed, gege? do i need to call the cops??"
you mumbled all sleepy and disoriented. would've been cute if his lips weren't throbbing. the both of you shuffled into the hallway and froze at the visceral sight that assaulted your eyes. the whole living room was a disaster zone. toys and plushies chewed through, drawings torn up, crayons and colour pencils snapped, and Rafa's favourite plate and mug (the sparkly pink coral ones) were absolutely shattered on the floor. she sat in the middle of the mess, hands bleeding and wrapped tight around herself as she rocked back and forth. her usually silky hair was all deflated and her ears were pinned down. you could hear her sniffling, pinkish ocean blue eyes glassy and red rimmed when she peeked at you from behind her arms, scowling.
on the other hand, the energy of the man next to you was beginning to tense. you could feel the air pressure increasing and the way his jaw ticked as he stared the dog-girl down. what a mess, you groaned internally. you placed a hand on gege's shoulder and the air cleared a little.
"you're gonna be late for work, gege. i'll handle this, okay?"
he sighed tiredly, running his fingers through his hair at your words.
"i'm sorry, pips. you sure you don't want your gege to take leave for this? or send her back to the pound on the way to work- ow!!"
you smacked his arm, glaring halfheartedly at him. you could hear a sulking whimper growl from behind you emanating from the curled up figure on the floor. what. a. mess.
you gently tiptoed over all the carnage and gently squatted next to her. she shifted instantly to establish as much space as she possibly could. and then you saw her hands. they were bleeding.
"Rafa...i know you're upset, sweetheart, but i need to look at your hands. they're bleeding."
she growled lowly, a rumbling sound in her chest.
"you don't have to pretend to care. just let that man send me back to the pound."
she spat, her pretty face all tight and scowling. it was heartbreaking to see her so upset.
"i promise i won't lock you out again. okay?"
you tried, gently raising your hand to stroke her head. she caved in at the smell of you, tail already wagging before she gave it permission to. her hands were bandaged and things were slightly better. except for the fact that she had decided to go on a hunger strike.
the strike went on for longer than it should. a few days. to the point where even gege was butting in and trying to get her to eat (albeit in his usual annoyed and rude tone reserved specifically for the dog-girl) only to end up with bitten flesh when he returned.
"fucking-"
"gege!"
"she bit me! god you're insufferable!"
he groaned, glaring at her before he left for work. the whole situation was unresolved still. Rafa was constantly suppressing her tail wags whenever you came near, opting for singular words or soft grunts in response and she would eat so little to the point where her body was beginning to heat up and feel feverish. you were so worried for her and her declining state.
"Rafa please, sweetheart. please eat...for me at least, hm?"
you cooed softly, trying not to let your anxiety and stress cloud her needs. you were cooling her head with damp cloth and in between, she was being fed her favourite food albeit the mashed up version. she didn't pull away anymore, settling deeper into your bed and against you. she ate and rested and even replied in more than her recent use of noncommittal sounds. gege was working a double shift today which left you alone, staying up to watch her and cater to her needs. you gently played with her ears, stroking the soft purple fur with your fingers as your eyes traced the way her chest rose and fell. the rhythm and serenity after all the days of frustration, worry, and constant anxiety created a lull in which your eyes began to close and your body dissolving into hers, forming a curled up ball of limbs.
your peaceful nap was disrupted by movement against your side, followed by an eventual weight on your belly and chest.
"you hurt me alot...reminded me of my days as a lonely stray being hurt by the bad people outside."
her voice was soft but her eyes, even through your groggy sleep laden lids, were shiny with tears and a glow that wasn't quite human or hybrid or even animal.
"i thought you were different...because you smelled like home."
she continues, sniffling and wiping at her eyes. her ears were all droopy and sad and...the mixture of everything made her words ring in your ears. enough to make you want to rip your heart out of your chest just to show her how much she meant to you. her voice was like a sad sludge that was beginning to make your brain all murky and fuzzy.
"Rafa...i'm so sorry...i...i never meant to hurt you..."
you said desperately, getting choked up as you speak. your eyes watered and the ringing in your head grew the more her eyes stayed glowing. your fingers reached for her, grasping onto wherever you could reach. you'd do anything for Rafa. anything at all. and those were the exact words that left your lips.
"please let me prove it to you! i'll do anything to fix this!"
your words made her sniffling soften and her glowing puppy eyes looked at you and she tilted her head to the side, fluffy ears tilting along.
"if you really mean it, then let me scent you."
the word scent was vague. scenting in hybrid culture was reserved for mates. you can't be her mate. it was wrong. it'd be abusing your hybrid caretaker rights over her. your rights which were to protect and care for her. but everything seemed to dissolve into that sludge in your mind. Rafa wants to scent you. rafa loves you so much that she wants to make sure you stay. make sure you were hers without a doubt.
"yes princess...you can do anything you please."
the words came out of your mouth in a singular exhale, your eyes dilating as if on command. the princess was honouring you with a scenting ritual reserved for mates. you were special. you were hers.
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"grammy!! who is the pretty girl in the cage?"
Rafa's head lifted tentatively at the voice, her ears pressed down against her head at the approach of footsteps from someone probably not much older than her. this was a first. usually it was the heavy footsteps accompanied by that acrid nose burning chemical scent. the one that they'd poke her with to put things in her body that made her skin feel like it was containing boiling steam on the inside of her body or for them to draw blood out for their endless research into a now lost and destroyed section of a trifecta habitat that was utopian in its existence. a place where sea and mammal hybrids coexisted in a space where the green of a forest met the breeze of the ocean. they called it the in-between.
past attempts of human exploration had been met with hostility due to the intrusive nature so the site was bordered and rumours of cruel experiments and research were the only things that remained of that place. survivors were few and rare, living in constant hiding. she remembers being in water, being told not to wander too far. she was chasing a pack of pretty fishes that seemed to dance where the sun met the water's depths. she felt the pressure begin to recede the closer she swam to the surface. and then it was warm. her mother had always told her to stay away from the sun but she never told her how...beautiful and warm it was. here, she could smell and breathe in a different kind of air. the kind that was light and free. she giggled as the sun warmed her skin and dried her ears, her tail, something she remembered having, flapping in the water all excited.
and then there was a sharp prick against her arm. she yelped and looked down only to be met with something pointy with a dark bluish purple tipped plastic. she remembers that circular logo. she'd remember it forever. because that would be the last day she saw her family and friends and home. the smell beginning to fade in her memory. until the day you came to visit.
it had been a long day of tests and jabs. and when she heard your voice and footsteps, the smell hit her first. the smell of home. a soft oceanic breeze, the warm sun, the sand, the trees...she sniffed against the metal of her cage without realising. the kid outside gave her a soft pitying look.
"oh no...you're hurt. here, take my hanky. it'll help."
your tiny fingers had reached through the cage to pass it to her. the way the sterile lab lights hit your eyes, the smell, the way your lips curved into a smile. she felt...whole, if only for a moment. you were a princess. just like her. you had to be.
"hey we have to head home! stop playing with sick kids like that, pips."
a brown haired boy with plasters on his knees had called out, dragging you away towards the scientist lady the both of you called 'grammy' with a scathing glare thrown her way. and she was alone again. that hanky was...something she kept dear. she'd bite and snarl at anyone who got too close. and after years of learning the way people spoke and her set expiration date neared, she used her voice for the first time. freed herself and barely managed to escape, leaving behind only that handkerchief, worn and tattered from the years it spent with her. she cried that night and vowed to find you. her lost princess. her home.
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Rafa was lapping at your neck, the warmth between her thighs rubbing against your lower tummy as she licked you all over. cleaning you of that disgusting littermated scent. you were hers and hers alone. you whined softly, skin leaning into her touch, warming the more she grinded her body against you. the sludge was beginning to clear away from your mind. your hands that were wrapped around her thighs reached up to your upper lip only to realise that the smell of copper was from blood.
"it's okay...it didn't hurt you...just had to make you see..."
she whispers, lapping up the blood before finally crashing her lips over yours. her fingers scrabbled against your soft home clothes, tugging it up. she held your hands to her chest, the peak of her nipples stiff from how much she's grinded it against your chest. the face she made when you gave it a testing squeeze was reverent.
"more...touch me...scent me too..."
she pants, grinding harder against your clothed cunt. you could already see her shorts darkening. the power imbalance and the wrongness blurred as the sensation of grinding against her reached a crescendo. you pulled Rafa's hips harder against you as you came, kissing her doggy ears and nipping it which made her let out a keening whine of pleasure. the clothes separating you both parted with a slick string, entirely soaked through. you could see her pretty purple hairs nesting around the soft pink of her flushed pussy. the sight was enough to make your mouth water.
"Rafa...we shouldn't do this. it's wrong."
you tried to reason even though you were already sitting up with your fingers, millimeters away from stroking over her wet shorts. she huffed and placed her hands on either side of you before kissing you hard enough to split your lips. her breath was muffled and her nose bumped against yours. your hands, despite your earlier protests found the waistband of her shorts and tugged it down. your fingers grazed over her bush, dipping deeper into the pool of stickiness in between. the gasp she let out followed by the slight shudder in her hips was enough to have you pin her down and tug off your own underwear.
the room was warm and somewhere along the way, Rafa has managed to take over, rutting her erect clit against yours as she pressed kisses and sharp nips with her canines against the insides of your thighs.
"s-so good...can't stop...rubbing against you..."
your back arched as she smushed her hips harder against yours. the softness mixed with the loud wet noises and the firmness of her big clit against your own was enough to erase the mild burn of her purple cunt hairs rubbing against your raw needy flesh. the throes of pleasure you were both in tunneled into a haze of mounting need and desperation, oblivious to how gege was standing in the room's doorway. his jaw was unhinged and he didn't know which feeling came first. the sharp betrayal of envy or the heat that licked up his nape.
"pips...?"
his voice came out as a rasp of disbelief, his eyes were dark and his chest heaved.
"g-gege- hah-"
"look at me. not him. i'm the one- hng- making you feel- hah- good..."
"Rafa...need more...ngh-"
he just stood there rooted to the spot, using what's left of his dignity and willpower to not combust in his pants from the way you were shaking your hips against the dog-girl's. the way your fingers tugged at the base of rafa's tail to urge her harder against you. the way your clit was so swollen and fat. he fumbled with his belt buckle, ignoring the annoyed look that rafa gave him before he knelt down to kiss you, one hand around his cock.
he began licking down your neck and tonguing your nipples, eyes transfixed on the way Rafa had her tail wrapped around your leg as she scissored her cunt against yours. the stimulation from your tits and pussy was enough to make you cum hard all over Rafa's purple furs, hips twitching. gege kissed away your tears.
"she's mine-"
Rafa's bark was rough but she paused when she saw the way your eyes fluttered shut as Caleb pressed his forehead against yours as he came all over the floor. the look of utter surrender and worship in his eyes at the sight of you. she knew then and there that...he understood what home was. that he was just like her. two people seeking solace in the same home. at that moment where caleb and you kissed, how happy you looked as you did it, and the soft smile you flashed her for her understanding was enough for her to relent. as long as this annoying prick made you happy, she'd recognise him too. not easily...but he was their pack now. their litter.
"hah i bet i can make her feel better than you can."
Rafa felt that soft, orgasm aided acceptance of Caleb shatter almost comically. she wanted to rip that smug look off his face with her canines. but the sight of you laughing softly at his words made her heart stutter. you were a princess even when you were absolutely undone...
but despite everything, Rafa and Caleb's spats continued even as her mouth was pressed against your pussy and Caleb's breath was halting with the way you were sucking him off.
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"come on Rafa...you can do better than that, can't you?"
you huffed out, fingers tangled in her purple locks as you ground your pussy against her face. your eyes were fixed on Caleb's form. your big strong gege reduced to a whimpering mess with his arms tied behind his back with ribbons and a muzzle over his mouth. you tugged at Rafa's ears which made her whimper and finger herself harder. over the past few months that the three of you have settled into, you realised that sometimes, your favourite pups needed an occasional discipline session to quit driving you up the wall for attention.
today was gege's turn because he had been away for too long and he made you worry without a text just to surprise you when he came back. so there he was, forced to watch Rafa devour his favourite meal. he was struggling, face flushed and panting. his eyes were narrowed as he looked at you. all it took was one glance at his crotch to know the true extent of his suffering. a dark patch bleeding outwards on his khaki coloured slacks. sweat trickled down his nape to join the translucent white front of his tank top.
"you're too cruel, pips. you know your gege's starvin' after a long work trip."
you huffed out a moan when Rafa sucked on your clit, swirling her tongue over and around it until you saw stars and clenched around her head. she whimpered, tail wagging as she lapped up your sweet sticky juices.
"you were late. that's why she's all mine. right, cutie?'
Rafa grinned, face still wet and sticky with you. she was loving this. making it a show as she squished your cheeks to make you face her instead of your suffering gege.
"won't you reward me? for being such a good girl?"
she pouted, as she shifted to curl her arms around you from behind. her tail curled around your leg, the tip rubbing up and down your wet pussy. she kissed down your neck before turning your face to kiss you. her hands teased and plucked at your nipples as her eyes glowed. she was smirking as she watched Caleb grunt and fight against the ribbons. what was this supposed to be again? a discipline session? you could have sworn it was to discipline Rafa too but as always, the spoiled brat always got her way.
"sit, gege."
she says mockingly as she fiddled with your nipples and rubbed against your sensitive pussy harder.
"you're already lucky you get to witness cutie when she's like this."
you let out a choked gasp as she rubbed you harder with her tail, fingers tugging your nipples.
"Rafa...i m-miss him too...please..."
you whined, flashing her your very own puppy eyes. learned from the two best people in the field. Rafa clicked her tongue, huffing halfheartedly.
"fine. but only because you asked."
the moment Caleb was unbound, he was on you in seconds. he tugged at his muzzle, the metal pressing into your skin in his eagerness. Rafa reached down and parted your pussy lips open so he could see how her tail was flicking your clit. you could feel her grinding against your ass all eager and turned on from watching him suffer.
"nuh uh, no touching gege. just look and get off. that's all you get for being a bad doggy. don't you agree?"
Caleb felt his head get filled with a sludge like fog and all he could do was nod and fumble with his belt buckle. he began jerking his red raw cock with his hand, gritting his teeth as blood dripped down his nose. his pupils were blown the way an addict's would.
"don't b-be too mean to gege, Rafa... hah- you know it's better- ngh- when everyone's- hah- h-here-"
you panted out with effort, hips shaking as your orgasm approaches. she bit back a snarky remark because despite her irritation at Caleb's very existence, it was fun. she watched as you tug Caleb's head up. he was lost in reverence as he gazed up at his favourite girl and...sort of favourite third. his eyes were red rimmed and watery and the blood from his nose was leaking down the sides of his metal muzzle.
"m'sorry...i'll be good...i- ngh- i promise- hnh-"
he whimpered, hand growing frantic. his last straw was when you came all over his face, Rafa's tail soaked as she continued to rub you through your orgasm. Caleb cried out and his cock twitched as a splurt of cum shot out onto his abdomen and hands. the sight made Rafa giggle and her eyes stopped glowing. the haze of pleasure descended upon everyone and so did a fit of exhausted fucked out giggles as you all looked at one another.
Rafa settled between you and Caleb, her arms circled around you possessively, though she didn't bite Caleb for patting her head with his bloodstained fingers as the three of you settled into bed to catch your breath. you didn't smell dirty anymore and neither did he. it didn't even matter anymore that she wasn't a part of their birth litter like she had always envied. these moments sealed the fact that she was finally...home. in a pack of her very own.
