✏️ theme : smut; (tom kaulitz 2010/11 × reader ) ✏️ includes : hybrid wolf tom × hybrid bunny reader, heavy reference on animal mating, masturbation, pillow humping, knotting during sex.
a/n: hellooo oh my god it's WAYY past october and goodness I am so fucking sorry everyone, but I've had big exams and it's like, currently the biggest one of my life. I haven't been motivated either and I just rather watch tom edits than write SOO 😬 but anyway this was a sexy request i got if you scroll...but it's done and JESUSS idek what im writing!! slightly taboo fiction, scroll if uncomfortable!
Heat was inevitable. And when it did hit, it was the most dreadful experience—however, that didn't prevent it from being the most satisfying thing, especially when the right person was there to help finally ease the ache.
Tom knew his season was coming. The all too familiar signs were emerging slowly but surely, and he knew he had a secured girl to deal with it, but the only problem was simply the wait. He was a wolf hybrid—soft brown ears atop his head and a long fluffy tail of brownish hues. He almost went insane during his heat sometimes, but he overcame it, usually.
Especially now when he had you, a cute bunny girl with snow white ears and an adorable furball for a tail. It most excited him when your heat hit—it only made you extremely desirable, knowing you were fertile and undoubtedly in need of his service. It was almost too good to see you rolling around distressed when you needed nothing more than his cock to sate that irritating hunger that gnawed at your very being during that time.
And so when he woke up one morning hyper-aware with his senses tickling at every familiar smell and movement that made him feel overstimulated—he knew it was here. There was an ache in his groin, a quickness in his breath. It hadn’t gone full on, but the effects were there. You had gotten out of bed previously, and that left the spot next to him empty.
With a whine, he dragged himself out of bed and washed up before stepping downstairs to look for you.
Happy and unaware, you had prepped breakfast for yourself. “Morning, Tommy,” you greeted, and he grunted as a response.
He grabbed himself some water before going to join you on the couch, where you happily ate your usual meal that had you starting your day.
“Why’re you so sad?” you asked, taking in the look of his slightly flushed face and rather reserved demeanour. But you were too silly, had a weak nose that hardly detected the heat of another being—not in the way his nose did, where he could've smelt your heat from a mile away.
“Nothing,” Tom murmured. “Just tired.”
“Well don't be sad,” you attempted, reaching over to scratch him around his ears, feeling for the fluff there. “You know, you can always take another nap.”
And God did he feel it, reacted to it instantly that he almost felt his eyes roll into the back of his head. He tilted his head, providing you better access to his ears as you scratched behind them. A low, rumbling growl escaped his throat, a sound of pure pleasure and contentment while his tail thumped eagerly against the couch. A clear sign of his growing excitement and arousal.
To you, well, you knew he had soft spots that he loved to be touched in generally. So, realistically you didn't think to stop—only until he pulled away, a desperate whimper that he had tried to conceal escaping his throat.
“Is something wrong?” you pouted. “Maybe you do need that nap.”
“Maybe,” he managed, clearing his throat.
Feeling slightly awkward, you finish up anyway and proceed to the kitchen counter. His eyes, ever so alert at this moment, watched you sharply; your every move, every twitch. And when you leaned over the counter to wipe the marble top, his ears twitched and perked up with interest, his eyes fixated to the way your tail moved ever so slightly as you cleaned.
His tail wagged, his pants tented. It was hitting him hard, the way he could feel himself trying to detect whether your season was close on instinct, desperate to get you in bed with him. His hand subconsciously moved down to the growing buldge giving himself a rub like some perverted idiot. His eyes rolled in, his breath caught in his throat. He was watching, unbeknownst to you. But as any obedient dog would—he had to wait.
Discreetly he got up and left, and rushed to the bedroom to simulate his so-called nap that you had suggested. He closed the door, and crawled onto the comfort of the bed, instead reaching down to palm himself through his sweatpants. He felt himself sweating, his body turning warm as he desperately wanted to relieve himself, even just for a little while. He reached into his pants, finding himself already slick with the precum that beaded at the tip.
With a clenched jaw, he stroked himself eagerly, staring slow but gradually picking up the pace. He pictured you bent over that perfect little countertop, the way your tiny bunny tail twitched as you moved, the way your ears were a perfect little handful to grab when he took you from behind.
His face was flushed, and soon enough he ached for the real thing even more, needing to simulate the act. Desperately, he got up and he grabbed his pillow to place before him, fishing out his sore cock to rub against the fabric. He rubbed gently, picturing the lump of stuffing to be you—your perfect little body for him to hold and rut into. He then began to dry-hump it, his tail wagging excitedly with his arousal as he thrust himself against the pillow pathetically, his ears lowering with the force of his pleasure.
He whined, mouth slightly agape as he relished in the small act humping his pillow, enough to suffice his needs of the real thing, at least, until you wanted it. He pictured knotting you, tying you to him as you begged, the way he'd keep you full and satiated for the next few months, possibly enough to provide him a litter with your fertile body.
Tom spent hours doing it, jerking off to the thought of mating, finally getting his fix of the season. And shit, you didn't even know. It was painful, very painful. He was in distress, whining and groaning as his body craved your presence. He knew that if he neared you, he'd jump on you. And he didn't want that.
So when late evening hit and he had showered to wash some of his distress away, his nose inevitably caught a whiff of a smell that could never go unnoticed. And with how he felt right now, he knew he wasn't wrong.
Clueless, you crawled into bed that night next to him, unaware of the whole masturbation session that had happened previously. His pupils practically dilated at the smell, leaning in to kiss you on the neck in an attempt to get another reassuring sniff. And still, obediently, he knew he would wait. Of course, you were simply dumbfounded.
It wasn't a surprise to you when you realised the next morning you felt yourself get weak in the legs and warm to the skin. You woke up flushed, ears flopping at the familiar feeling—the feeling of your heat. Although it hadn't hit you fully, you knew what was to come throughout the day was inevitable. Tom was simply waiting for when it hit the strongest.
He noticed your jerky movements. The way you twitched and perked up at the sound of his voice, the testosterone of his male being. By day two, Tom was already furious with his body. But he relished in the sight with you, his cock erected and his mind buzzing.
The day was dreadful. But somewhere in the late afternoon, you restlessly went to lay in bed, hips slightly lifted, your panties soaked with arousal. A part of you dreaded this deeply. But Tom, oh, he could smell it. It made him crazy, the smell of a female in heat. And as you rolled around in distress, he finally came into the room, his senses alert at the sight that almost made his mouth water.
There were no exact words—just the act playing out. He crawled over your fertile body, caging you beneath him. You whine in distress as you lay there on your stomach, aware of his body above yours. His face hid into the crook of your neck, giving you a nice smell, one that made him groan against your skin with delight.
“Tom,” you practically moaned, your hips pushing up against his own hips on instinct, imitating the act of mating.
“I know,” he murmured, eagerly shoving your nightie up and out of the way, fingers hooking onto your panties to pull them down, the mere look of your clear arousal sending him over the edge. He was leaking in his pants, he knew, and fuck, he knew he couldn't go further without what he needed.
Tom’s hands worked at his pants as he stared at the welcome cavern between your legs, pinkish and swollen as it ached for something to fill it. It was a familiar sight of a female in need, in clear sign of her heat. His tail wagged excitedly, instantly thinking with his dick as he mounted over you, grasping for your hips and you waited on your fours.
Shoving his cock deep, he began to thrust, a choked moan escaping his lips. You were stuck, your cunt clamping around his dick with need. He leaned down, panting heavily as his eyes fluttered close, his hips pistoning erratically into the warmth of your pussy, something he had been craving more than anything.
“Nghm—Tom!” you squealed, hands grasping for the bedsheets beneath. Tom only sought to reach that one spot, something that completely fixed everything. He could feel his cock swelling, hissing at the sting of how quick he was going. But he was close and he knew it.
It wasn't hard for you to come—in this state, nothing felt better than his cock stretching you out and fixing that irritating ache. You didn't even realise when you climaxed, how you practically squirted, too focused on the pleasure and the way your body stiffened and jerked. You had thought you pissed yourself, feeling liquid spill down your inner thighs.
His nails dug into the skin of your hips, a low moan escaping his as he neared his orgasm, feeling every need to fill you with his warmth. And you knew with a certainty that you could feel it, the way his cock swelled before it would ultimately lock him to you.
“Mm—shit, I'm gonna come,” he whined quietly, his expression pinched as he focused on his upcoming orgasm.
And then it did. It stung, made you want to pull away, but he held you firmly in place as he came, his cock knotting you perfectly as he filled you with his cum. He let out a soft gasp, his body going slightly limp against your own, but nonetheless, he knew he was secured, and now, for the next few hours, he had the upper hand.
Slowly, he lets you rest. You lay down with him, his cock nestled nicely inside you. He panted gently against your skin, his tail thumping against the bed as his body overcame his climax.
“Fuck, Tom,” you whimpered, feeling slightly uncomfortable. But it wasn't unfamiliar for sure, the way every movement triggered the feel of him locked to you. And for hours you were like that, in bed with his cock plunged deep into you as you drifted off, simply waiting for when he truly was done.
