cough.s...... can i req dom sol with a kittygirl!reader with a breeding kink.....
₊˚.༄ this was actually really fun to write! i wanted to try and do something a little interesting w/ the “plot” so I hope you like it! it’s a bit silly, but just go with it! :3 thank you for the FIRE request, anon! ♡ also lowkey, jealous hyugo part 2????
જ⁀➴ when the bell chimes
⁺ . ✦ tags ── ♡ ˚⊹︰mdni (18+), slight dubcon, HUGE breeding kink, body transformation, drugging (unknown substance), heavy alcohol use, nekomimi, catgirl!reader, dom!sol, sadism, sadist!sol, biting, blood, thigh fucking, hyugo is lowkey in on it, roommate au, face slapping, degradation, verbal abuse, praise, humiliation, collar kink, cúnnilingus/eat me out!(EMO), piv, come/cum eating/swallowing, fingerfucking, possessive!sol, jealousy, possessive sex, reader is a virgin
⁺ . ✦ wc. 3,473
sol was obsessed with you. from the very first time he laid his eyes upon you, from the very first time his eyes feasted upon your form, he has been utterly fixated on you. it started as a simple friendship. you would meet in the library between classes, talk about books or draw together, and then walk to your next class together. spending time together as classmates turned into friends, which turned into something more.
he would never let you leave. once his claws had sunk into you, they could never be let go. he kept you inside, under lock and key, hidden away from the outside world. why do you need to go out? he can get everything for you. why do you need more friends? is he not enough? why do you need to talk to others? does he not amuse you? he can take care of everything you could ever need, and more. why would you ever want more? why would you ever be greedy like that?
he was clever. he had convinced you to “save your money”, to stop living on your own, to just live with him to ease the financial burden of just existing in this economy. and, trusting your friend, you thought it would be a wonderful idea to be roommates. he never made you pay anything. he would hardly even let you cook or clean around the apartment. he did everything for you. he would always do anything and everything for you, no matter what.
you’re not sure when it happened. perhaps you were too drunk one night, or not thinking very clearly, or whatever else impairment that comes to mind. the fact of the matter is— something changed in your relationship. you saw him differently. you wanted him differently. you wanted more. why? to be honest, as nice as he is, he’s a bit creepy. so why do you suddenly find yourself yearning for him? why do you think about him at night, before bed? why does it make you feel hot and warm and fuzzy?
your relationship quickly turned into more. you were dependent upon him for everything, physically and mentally. and honestly, it wasn’t that bad at first. but then he wouldn’t let you go see your friends, he wouldn’t let you do anything on your own, and eventually he wouldn’t let you leave at all. he kept you inside, and you obeyed, not wanting to provoke or upset him.
were you dating? by some definitions, maybe. were you partners? not necessarily. being someone’s partner implies a sense of equality, a sense of mutual recognition and respect. and while sol “respects” you, he saw you more akin to a pet, to property, to something to be owned.
it was autumn again, a year since you moved in. halloween was fast approaching, and you had managed to successfully convince sol to dress up with you. he even agreed to take you out to spend time with hyugo, your mutual friend, and you were ecstatic to say the least.
he hadn’t quite decided upon a costume, and chose to just wear his usual attire, citing himself to be some “2000s emo boy or whatever”. it was boring, to say the least. your costume was a bit more interesting, albeit simple. fluffy cat ears sat perched atop your head with a small bell collar accompanying it. it sat comfortably along your throat, jingling with every movement, every action, and every breath. the rest of your outfit was simple, a cute black dress along with some black boots completed the outfit. you didn’t have much time to prepare and buy a costume, and honestly, you’d rather wear something simple over an itchy, uncomfortable piece of fabric that you would wear for only one night.
you walked out of the bathroom after putting the finishing touches on your makeup and spraying perfume. his crimson eyes widened at your figure. sol watched as you presented yourself, showing off your outfit, beaming with excitement at the idea of seeing hyugo and finally getting out of the house.
“you look nice,” he says as his eyes rake across your body. he’s definitely taking in every inch of you right now, assessing, observing, and devouring. he smiles softly, his eyes matching the warmth. “i love the collar.”
a blush creeps across your features. “thank you,” you murmur, trying to distract yourself with the hem of your sleeve.
“ready to go?” he asks, walking past you to grab his keys. he catches a whiff of your perfume, and warmth spreads throughout his body. like liquid magma, it heats his entire body and core, threatening to make him explode. he needs to control himself, at least for a little while longer.
“yes, i can’t wait to see hyugo!” you share as you turn away from him to grab your bag. the bell jingles, alerting him of your movements. you miss the look of dissatisfaction, jealousy, and even envy as you mention your excitement to see hyugo.
“you look cute today!” hyugo says, giving you a hug as you walk through his front door. this was the first time you’d ever been at his place, and it was exactly what you had expected. neat and organized, everything was in its place.
“thank you, hyugo,” you say, smiling at him. you set your bag down on some random side table, forgetting about it for now. you just want to spend some time with your friends, and mayyyyybe have a drink or two.
“and i see mr. sunshine didn’t really choose to dress up today, what a vibe killer,” he says, his attention now pointed at sol. at least hyugo tried to dress up. sure, he was totally giving “performative male” with his baggy jeans, wired headphones, and carabiner keychain, but it was at least something. maybe you could be the three musketeers of mediocre halloween costumes. surely, if there was a mid costume competition, you three might be the finalists. sol would be the winner, though.
“i’m very much ‘giving’ 2000s emo, didn’t you realize that?” sol retorts.
“you literally look that always. you’re supposed to dress up, be something that you’re not on halloween!” hyugo points out, his voice teasing.
“i’m not emo,” sol replies, annoyed.
“okay, emo boy, whatever you say,” hyugo says, winking at you and leading you two deeper into his house.
“there’s food, drinks, and god knows whatever else you might want. it’s a three-man party though, so there’s more than enough.” he grins, pointing at the delicious spread of food on the table and gesturing to the liquor racks. on a small table beside it, you see various powders and pills scattered about. what the hell is hyugo up to? and why is there so much of it?
you’re not sure how many shots you’ve had. you lost count after the 8th. sol and hyugo laugh at some inside joke, sitting besides each other. you sit on the other side of sol, almost isolated. there was a time when you might have sat between the two of them, but sol would never allow it anymore. he never lets you get close to hyugo.
you down another shot as the room spins. you might have had too much, but who cares. you never get to go out like this, much less get a chance to get fucking wasted. and hyugo has some good fucking shit.
hyugo gets up, leaving the room, muttering something about making some drinks for the three of you. you’re keenly aware of sol’s presence now that you’re alone. the feeling of your thigh pressed against his has your already flushed face burning up even more.
“enjoying yourself?” he asks, looking at you, concern spread across his features.
“yesssss,” you reply, unaware of just how bad you were slurring your words already. you sink into the cushions of the couch, enveloped in the warmth and comfort of the plush cushions.
it feels like an awkward eternity before hyugo returns, setting 3 glasses in front of you. you grab the one closest to you, taking a huge gulp of the cocktail.
“this is sooo good, hyugo, what is it?” you ask, practically chugging the cocktail.
“just a new recipe i’m trying,” he replies, not looking at you but instead meeting sol’s gaze. they exchange an odd look, like something only the two of them would understand. he smiles at you. “i’m glad you like it, i’ll have to make more for you,” he says, that cheeriness in his voice on display again.
“are you superstitious at all?” hyugo asks, charging the conversation as he watches you from the rim of his glass. he sips from his cocktail, eyeing you.
“maybe a bit… i don’t know,” you say, shrugging. “what about you, sol?”
“not particularly… i mean, it has to all be fake. but also… what if? maybe it’s better to believe just in case.” he says.
“who knows? maybe magic and spirits and all that is real. who knows what could happen,” hyugo chimes, focusing his attention on a tree outside the window. his eyes are fixated on the breeze rustling brown and red leaves.
but you don’t reply. you feel heavy, you feel tired, and the room is spinning. you think you’ve had way too much to drink, and whatever hyugo made, it was too damn strong.
it’s dark when you wake up. you’re in an unfamiliar room, some sort of bedroom in hyugo’s house. you stretch, feeling almost refreshed after your nap. usually drinking too much would result in a hangover, but not this time? and just how much did you drink to end up in a room by yourself, knocked out, and fucking naked? what the fuck did you do?
you scratch your head, yawning, when you notice a new sensation. some fuzzy, soft, warm petting sensation. your fingers run across your head, noticing a distinct triangular object jutting up. you feel yourself petting what you assume to be… ears? they were exactly like your headband… but real? you could feel every sensation, and it felt kind of nice, actually.
as you rub your head, you feel another soft, warm flick between your legs, a new sensation altogether. you move the covers of the bed to reveal a fucking tail? what is going on?
and then you notice it— a crimson eye illuminated by a sliver a moonlight dances among the shadows. a dark, brooding figure in the corner of the room. you know it’s sol without even seeing him.
“sol…” you start. “what’s going on?” confusion and worry overwhelms you, scaring you.
he steps out of the shadows, towards the bed, a huge smile spread across his features. “are you scared?” he asks. “it shouldn’t hurt. do you hurt?”
you shake your head. nothing hurts, but you’re still stressed about whatever changed in your body.
“how…?” you ask, gesturing to your newfound ears and tail.
“who knows?” he replies, still smiling. he definitely knows, but he would never tell you. he’s in front of you now, bringing his calloused hand to your hair and petting you.
a low, rumbling sound involuntarily escapes your throat as he runs his fingers through your hair, along your fluffy cat ears. it feels so good.
“feel good, huh? you like being pet like that?” he asks, peering down at you and his hands caress you so perfectly.
“y-yes…” you say, looking away in shame. your tail flicks around, uncontrollable and with a mind of its own. your collar chimes with the movement, which only adds to your embarrassment.
sol leans closer, his face next to yours, as he whispers, “good girl.”
a shiver runs down your spine, like electricity traveling through your entire body. he sits on the side of the bed, next to you, and pushes you against the headboard. a hand towers above you, as the other is placed along the grooves of your neck and collarbone.
if you weren’t already wearing a collar, you think his hand might be an even more perfect necklace. his hand softly grips you, adding delicious pressure along your throat.
sol leans forward, his mouth meeting yours. there is no affectionate kissing, no playful teasing, only full-on devouring as he nips and bites and sucks.
his tongue pushes into your mouth, invading it and tasting every inch. he wants, no, needs to taste every bit of you he can. he tugs at your lip and bites once more, drawing blood, and licks that up. both of your spit mixes with the coppery, metallic taste of your blood. it tastes so fucking perfect, he thinks.
your lips are bruised, puffy, and red by the time he’s done. but his onslaught has only just begun. every spot he kisses along your soft skin is now a bruise, a mark of his devotion and ownership. he takes his time, sucking every spot, leaving evidence of his presence.
you whimper beneath him as heat pools between your legs. he kisses along your skin, marking his way down your body.
his mouth takes a nipple in, sucking on it, eliciting a moan from you. he plays with it, licking and sucking it, making you practically mewl beneath him. confident you’re not expecting it, he gently nibbles on it, sparking a pleasurable sort of pain through your body.
you gasp, your breath evading you. a sharp hiss escapes your mouth as he does it once more, and your hand reflexively moves to the top of his head, trying to move him away. but he’s like some immovable object, your attempt at pushing him does not effect him whatsoever.
he relents and pulls away, but not without a slight tug at your now sensitive nipple. he resumes his movement downwards once again, before settling between your legs. sol pushes them apart with ease, revealing your soaked sex. his crimson eyes shimmer at the sight, as if transfixed.
“fuck… you’re soaking the sheets,” he says, not looking away. that’s the last thing that comes from his mouth before he pushes his face into your cunt, his tongue exploring every nook and cranny.
his wet muscle grazes across your clit, sending a wave of pleasure throughout your body. you whimper as he licks you, concentrating his attention on that sweet spot.
your tail flicks about beneath you, and his hand reaches for it, gripping it. your breath catches in your throat as he caresses it, gently running his fingers along the soft, fuzzy extremity. it’s like he put you under some sort of spell, removing any rational thought. an overwhelming sense of pleasure shoots through your body as he licks your cunt and gently rubs your tail.
you can’t form coherent thoughts, you can only succumb to the intense ecstasy that overrides all of your senses.
his tongue flicks faster, rubbing against you so perfectly you might cry out in pure joy. you feel warmth spread through your body, like it’s on fire.
his free hand grips a thigh, before moving closer to your already quivering cunt. a finger grazes the entrance to your hole, sending electricity through your body. he wastes no time before plunging it straight in, stuffing you full with just a single finger.
he’s confident you’ve never taken anything before, and a thrill of being your first tickles his brain in the right way. damn right, he should be here first. and ideally, the last.
his digit fucks into you, curling against your walls and stroking that perfect spot inside as his tongue continues its onslaught.
he slips another finger in, feeling you stretch around him, already struggling to accommodate the two digits. if it’s this tight, how will you ever take his cock?
his fingers stroke you, stuffing you full as he licks you with even more dedication. you feel a knot snap within you, unlacing your very existence. your head spins as you struggle to catch your breath.
sol pulls away from you, moving on the bed. he grips your hips, and pulls you onto your back.
he’s already unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants off, undressing himself. he angles himself between your legs, pulling your legs up against his chest and squeezing them together.
he doesn’t fuck you just yet, instead choosing to squeeze your thighs together, and slide his angry, leaky cock in that tiny pocket created by your thighs and wet cunt. he slides against you, as he hugs your legs, gripping them against him. he groans as he fucks your thighs, feeling the wet slick of your needy cunt rub against him.
he could cum just like this, using your thighs like a fucktoy. but another part wants to take you, fully. he needs to feel you.
his cock effortlessly slides into your cunt, slipping from your thighs right into the needy hole. you gasp as it stings between your legs. he gives you no time to adjust as he thrusts into you, relishing in your pain just a bit. he thinks the look on your face as it hurts so good is the most erotic thing on the planet. he would do anything to see it again.
he fucks into you with determination, stretching your poor hole to its limits. “fuck— ah… you’re so tight,” he says, between soft moans. “i think i might break you,” he says, taunting you. “poor little girl can’t take me, can she?”
you moan beneath him, the pleasurable sensation of being stuffed mixing with the stinging pain of losing your virginity. his cock stretches you to your limits, threatening to tear you apart.
your collar chimes with every thrust, jingling with every lewd movement of your bodies.
his hips jut against yours, fucking into you even deeper. his free hand wraps itself around your tail once again, tugging at it gently and stroking it.
pleasure overrides pain, sending waves of ecstasy through your body. he fucks into you with such vigor, such power, it might actually break you. but you don’t fucking care. it’s like you were made to take him.
his grip around your legs leaves little bruises as he uses you for leverage. his cock slams into you, pushing against your very being. he fucks into you so hard you’re sure it’s slamming into your brain, fucking every thought, idea, and even word straight out until you’re a dumb, pathetic, drooling mess.
your moans only encourage him to fuck you harder, faster, deeper. “you’re doing so well, aren’t you? taking me like such a good girl. aren’t you glad I’m your first? you’re all mine.” he says, almost talking to himself.
“you’re fucking mine. and I’m going to stuff you so full of my cum that it leaks out for days,” he says, rutting into you with reckless abandon.
“you want that, huh? tell me. cmon,” he says, a hand moving to lightly slap your cheek. “cmon. say it. you want to be mine,” he growls at you.
“please, sol, please take me,” you whimper, your words tumbling out of your mouth.
“say it, you dumb whore,” he spits at you, fucking into you harder.
“i’m yours alone, please, sol—“ you say, feeling him slam his throbbing cock deep into you.
he shudders as you submit your body to him. his cock throbs inside of you, his cum gushing out. “i fucking love you,” he says between breaths. his body shakes as his cock pumps his thick cum into you, breeding you, stuffing you so full of cum you might definitely get pregnant. there’s no way you can’t, with the sheer volume of it all. “such a good little kitten,” he purrs.
he pulls out of you, and that’s when it comes gushing. he was like the seal, and with his cock now gone, his cum starts rushing out like a dam that just burst.
but this will not do. he scoops as much of it as he can with a slender finger and shoves it back into your cunt. he will not let it go to waste.
you yelp as he leans between your legs once more, his tongue finding your sensitive clit once more. he slips his finger out for a brief second, collecting some of the cum, before plugging it once more. his tongue trails your cunt, making a mess with his cum everywhere. he flicks his tongue along your clit once more, and the sheer depravity of it all has you spiraling towards orgasm once more.
your body shudders against him. he pulls away with a grin, a mess along the entire lower half of his face. he wipes away what he can with his hands, before getting off the bed.
“let me get a towel,” he says, his demeanor switching to care and affection.
now, you really will be his pet. ♡
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