#JARONAJULY

Loud mewls were forced out of you with each buck of the alpha’s hips, the wet slapping each time his cock slid inside your slick hole covered up by his grunts. Himeru had one hand holding your hips steady while the other toyed with your leaking cock, twitching in his grasp and covering his fingers with seed from the multiple orgasms he had brought you to. Your knees dug into the laminated floor, surely bruising from the weight pressed onto them. Your sharp claws dragged against it in a futile attempt to grasp onto something.

“Now now, omega.” Himeru hummed, his brutal pace not matching how calm he sounded. “I’d like to not get caught, so please don’t scratch up the floor.”

You could barely register his words, mouth agape only to moan and drool as more slick gushed onto his cock. Your body buckled under his harsh thrusts as the liquid pooled onto the floor into a clear puddle, more things for Himeru to worry about later.

He had been ready to practice in the dance room by himself before he stumbled across you trying to jerk yourself off to deal with your heat. Normally this type of debauchery was below him, but you were scratching his clothes, begging him not to leave you and giving him such a desperate look…

Himeru could do anything he wanted since you weren’t in a clear enough state of mind to stop him. The problem was exactly that—you wanted him to do everything, begging for him to fuck you and mark you as his own. He really should have just left you alone—nothing good would come from it, but something inside him refused to let you be by yourself. It certainly didn’t help that everything out of your mouth tempted him in ways he didn’t think was possible. He had never even thought of having kids at this point in time, so then why did his cock throb the moment you asked him to knock you up? And when you wrapped your tail around his arm, he didn’t try and pull away, in fact it drew him in closer. “HiMERU” was supposed to be a beta, but his stupid alpha body was disobeying, perhaps as years of payback for suppressing its urges with medicine.

“Hah, a-alpha~” You meowed loudly when he pressed against a sweet spot just right. “Please, harder! I need more!”

“So insistent.” He obeyed your request, picking up his pace to ram into the spot that made you cry in pleasure.

“Yes, yes!” Your tongue lolled as you came again, cum spurting from the tip of your cock while your hole clenched around Himeru’s length.

Even now, while he was pounding you into bliss, Himeru was conflicted inside. It wasn’t too late to run away, even if you’d be more than upset. He could lie to you and say he was actually a beta, you just confused his scent as that of an alpha because of your heat. He just had to will himself to pull away before his knot—oh gods, his knot had already formed. You could feel something large pressing against your entrance when he tried to bottom out, and you knew you wanted it inside you.

He inhaled sharply as you pressed your rear up against his crotch, trying to take the knot in. You were already so wet, he could push it in with just a few more thrusts….no, he had to stop. Getting exposed as an alpha would be bad enough, but knotting an omega he wasn’t in a relationship with? What would “HiMERU” do?

“/Name/, H-HiMERU needs to end this—”

“Inside!” You wailed, misunderstanding him in your dazed state. “Finish in me, knot me with your litter! I won’t be satisfied until you breed me full~”

Your voice was like honey dripping into his ears, and he let out a growl that surprised even himself. A primal urge coursed through his veins and before he realized it, his hips slammed into yours and his knot popped inside your hole, your walls clenching tightly around it to ensure no escape. You moaned in delight as his fingers dug into your hips, his warm seed uncontrollably flooding your insides. Each spurt of cum into your womb felt so fulfilling to the alpha, much to Himeru’s chagrin. He was emptying so much inside you that a small bulge formed near your stomach, his seed sloshing around inside.

Your heavy breathing filled the air as your high faded, the feeling of fullness in your lower regions and the knot locked inside you a clear reminder of your desperation as you regained some shame. You could hear the sound of tapping, and you turned your head to see Himeru using his phone.

“Mm, has your heat calmed down?” Himeru patted your head, gently rubbing your feline ears poking from atop your head. You purred as he pet you, your fluffy tail rubbing against his leg.

“Y-Yes, alpha.”

“Please, use HiMERU’s name.” He forced a smile, unsure whether he was angry at you or himself. Well, his instincts had already won. Damage control was the next phase.

You tried to shift your body to a more comfortable position, but his knot tugged against your sensitive hole, making you yelp.

“Avoid moving. It will deflate soon.” Himeru hummed as he pulled you up towards him, pressed your back to his chest. His mere presence was relaxing to your inner omega, and you melted into him.

“W-Will you stay with me?”

“Of course. HiMERU has already called a taxi to bring us to a more suitable location.”

He gave you a peck on the cheek. He had to keep you a secret.

“HiMERU will stay with you for as long as necessary. To make sure you won’t get another alpha to replace him.”

You nodded your head, more than happy to have someone to fuck you through your heat. You’d obey him easily, he just had to assert his control over your entire being first, and what better way than to have you submit to him over and over again? Himeru’s eyes glinted dangerously, a golden color full of lust. For once, his mind and body agreed.

The coming of spring meant several things. Sunny days, floral breezes, gardens and parks full of color, and an uptick in sneezing from the unfortunate souls with pollen allergies (poor Koga was wearing a mask every time you saw him). For those with more primal instincts, the warmer weather meant it was the start of mating season. For the bunnies in Ensemble Square, it was time to either avoid contact with everyone and quarantine themselves, or get busy until all their cravings were satisfied.

You assumed heats were a necessary evolutionary trait thousands of years ago, but in the present day when your main source of stress was working an office job in a capitalist economy, your part-rabbit body throwing a hissy fit over not having a mate just made things even more stressful. The current situation you were in was a prime example of what problems the mating season could bring to the table, kneeling in front of a newer producer and comfortingly stroking their arm as they quivered in their seat.

“Stay here until the taxi arrives.” You spoke calmly to them. They were shaking and flushed red, not having expected to go into heat in the middle of work. “Once you get home, stay there until all the symptoms go away. Don’t worry about work; I’ll take care of it, m’kay?”

“Thank you, senpai.” They quietly sobbed, squeezing and rubbing their long ears to soothe themselves.

They were extremely lucky you happened to notice them hunched over in the hall and escorted them to a safe room before their vulnerable position attracted the wrong type of person. Mating season clouded people’s senses, you knew that too well. Married hybrids usually mated during March, to get it out of the way, but for single people, it was mostly just a waiting game until your body decided it craved a mate. You hadn’t gotten your heat yet, but you felt prepared to lock yourself in a room and call a taxi the moment you felt any sort of onset, to avoid ending up in the exact situation you were helping your coworker out of. For now though, you felt as fresh and (relatively) not horny as ever, and so said goodbye to the younger producer once their lift had arrived, escorting them to the car before rushing off to the meeting you were already late for.

“Sorry I’m late!” You quickly spoke as soon as you pushed the door open, the only person in the room looking up from the sound of your voice.

“Don’t worry, Himeru got your message.” The idol replied cooly, demeanor as nonchalant as ever. “The emergency situation you were dealing with, is it alright now?”

“Yes, yes, it’s all good.”

You were glad Himeru was an understanding person. It was a quality you liked about him, among other things. Maybe you were biased since you had worked with him for a few months on his solo jobs, but he always treated you kindly. You did notice he was harsher with his rowdy unit mates, but it only made you giggle more than anything, seeing him as the sort of person who gave as much respect as he received.

“If it’s not rude for Himeru to ask, what was it you were preoccupied with?”

“Ah, just some rabbit related stuff. You know how spring is for us.”

He frowned and knit his brows together as he looked you up and down.

“Producer, you aren’t feeling…ill, are you?” Himeru asked, “Himeru wouldn’t want you to be in a public place if you’re experiencing such symptoms.”

You flushed, realizing his misunderstanding. “No, ah, it’s not me! I was helping a younger rabbit who went into heat!” Being all red in the face and running into the room covered in sweat didn’t help with your case, as you could tell from his unchanging expression.

“Trust me, I would not be anywhere near here if my heat started! It usually starts pretty late in the spring, so I’m safe for a while.”

He nodded, expression relaxing at your assurances.

“It would certainly pose a large problem if it did. Though, if you ever find yourself in an unpleasant situation like that, Himeru would be glad to assist you in any way possible.”

“Huh?” You blinked at his words. What did he mean by that? Surely he meant that you could rely on him during emergencies, right?

“Now, shall we talk about your latest proposal?”

“Ah, yes!” You smacked yourself on the cheeks to rid yourself of those thoughts. “Here, I have the paperwork. Look over it and tell me what you think!”

xxx

You certainly weren’t lying when you said your heats came rather late into the season. People always complained about getting them early in March, but at least when they got them, afterwards they could go about their lives freely with no worries about getting sucker punched by their bodies. For you, spending a good two months worrying about the possibility that it’d come earlier was always a source of stress you had to push in the back of your mind, until finally it did come on a sunny May morning.

You woke up in a sweat, despite having taken a shower the previous night, and everything felt warm, way too warm. Funnily enough, you were meant to meet up with Himeru that afternoon, just as you did last month when you dealt with your coworker going into their own heat. You remembered what he had said about helping you if you ever found yourself in this situation, and thinking about the idol’s words made your horny mess of a brain wander to very obscene thoughts, which you had to smack yourself on the head to rid yourself of. No! You weren’t thinking clearly! You did struggle to understand what he meant, until you considered he likely referred to helping you with calling out of work and telling your clients you’d be unavailable. Having someone do all that for you rather than struggle with forming coherent sentences through a slog of calls sounded great right about now, and so you dialed him up once you managed to grab your phone. He picked up immediately after the first beep.

“Good morning, producer. Do you need Himeru for something?”

Just the sound of his alluring voice was making your body heat up. Stupid horny brain.

“Yeah, sorry this is sudden, but I need help with my heat.” You muttered, before realizing how it sounded without context and backtracking, “I meant—I need help with work, because I’m in heat! I need to tell my clients that I’ll have to reschedule, and you said that you could help, right?”

There was silence on the other end, and for a second you worried that maybe you had offended him somehow, before he responded with an “Understood, Himeru will inform everyone he needs to.”

You thanked him gratefully, and recited a list of people for him to message or call about your situation. That was a big weight off your shoulders, and now you could sink into bed and deal with your heat…all alone…

“Producer, can Himeru help in any other way? This time of year must be quite exhausting for your kind.”

Indecent thoughts of him came flooding back, of scenarios where Himeru could help you in ways your body needed the most…

“Perhaps you’d like him to bring you food and other supplies?”

“T-That’d be great, thanks.”

You hung up after giving him your address, and flopped yourself back onto the sheets, skin feeling sweaty and mind replaying how his voice sounded against your ear, wanting to hear it again after only a few seconds. The professional in you was already regretting saying yes to his offer, asking what kind of producer would invite an idol to their house in the middle of their heat, but the other part of you who saw him as a friend, perhaps a bit more, did really want the company. It would still be a while before he got here though, especially since he promised to do some of your work for you, and you wondered if your impatient body could even last until then.

A wave of desire washed over you, making you shudder. You tugged one of your long ears over your face, rubbing circles soothingly on the pink insides as your legs kicked your blanket off the bed. Your body was way too hot, yet no amount of ice would cool it off, only another person’s own heat enveloping your own would make it go away. You began to grind your hips against your pillow, whining into it, trying to pretend it was another person’s body—specifically a certain blue-haired idol. If you shut your eyes, maybe you could pretend he was already here in your house, comforting you with his presence.

You wondered how it would feel grinding against his thigh, imagining his yellow eyes watching you with immense interest. Yes, you could envision it so well in the blank space of your hormone filled brain. His hands would rest on your hips, holding you in place so you couldn’t climb off as you bucked against his leg. He’d see the wet mess pooling from your crotch area, dripping onto his pants, but rather than chastise he’d praise you, encouraging you to keep humping his leg until you came all over him.

You whined to yourself, the friction between your thighs and the pillow only making you feel a dull ache. You kept trying to chase an orgasm, anything to make your tensed up body feel better, but with only air for your cunt to clench around, you couldn’t bring yourself to. The buzz of the doorbell snapped you out of your daydream. How many minutes had passed? Were you so immersed in the scenario in your head that time had flown without you realizing, or was Himeru just that fast in getting to you? Your legs were shaky as you stood up, each step making your body wobble forward. You doubted you’d be able to leave the bed if you fell back onto it. You opened the door, and as expected Himeru was there, holding a plastic grocery bag.

“Good morning, producer.” His eyes scanned your form, and you did your best to stand upright without shaking. “Are you feeling alright?”

“I-I’m fine. Come on in.”

You tried to look composed as he entered, trying to keep your ears upright and hoping that he couldn’t sense the pheromones your body was releasing. If he could, he didn’t give any indication, expression as blank as ever while he placed the bag on your kitchen counter.

“Himeru admits, he doesn’t know much about your situation. But he tried to get things that could help.”

He took out some snacks and drinks, ones that you immediately recognized as your go-tos in the break area of the ES building. You smiled softly, touched that he would remember your preferred foods.

“Thank you. This means a lot.”

“It’s not a problem. Is there anything else Himeru can do for you while he’s here?”

He kept asking that same question, if he could do anything for you, and the short answer was that he could. But you were too scared to make the first move, in case he actually wasn’t interested in going further than your relationship as an idol and producer. Surely he’d cut ties with you if he didn’t mean it that way, and not seeing him again would hurt more than the rejection. Your body heated up again, as if begging you to voice your desires. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from audibly whimpering, something Himeru noticed.

“You look quite feverish, perhaps you should go back to your bed to rest?”

“Y-Yeah, maybe I should. Let me just put these away first…”

You took a step towards the counter to take some of the food away, but immediately stumbled. You braced yourself for the impact, but Himeru’s hands moved quickly to catch you. One hand grabbed your shoulder while the other circled around your stomach, pulling you up against his chest. A moan couldn’t help but come out of you at the warmth of his touch, cutting through the sexual tension like a knife. You froze up when you realized what you did, the silence following making you almost certain he heard it.

“S-Sorry, I’m just so…” You stammered, trying to come up with excuses. “out of it.”

His hands were still on you, the mere contact making you want to collapse into his chest. You really didn’t want him to let go, you wanted to imagine his arms wrapped around you forever, so you wondered when you were going to be hit with reality and have his arms release their hold, expecting him to excuse himself and leave you to deal with your heat alone again. Except, they didn’t. They stayed on your body, and you swore he even pulled you closer.

“Meru?”

“…Forgive Himeru for being unprofessional, but I can’t bear to leave you in this state.”

You looked up at him in surprise, only now noticing how hungry his gaze was as his eye bore directly into you. He moved the arm that was around your waist underneath your legs to scoop you up into a bridal carry. All the snacks went ignored as he brought you into your bedroom, having decided to have a taste of something else. You squealed as he dropped you onto the mattress. You would be embarrassed by how messy your bed was if your heart wasn’t beating out of your chest from the sight of Himeru leaning over you, face so close to yours you could hear his breathing. You truly felt like prey, his prey.

“If you want me to leave, tell me so now.”

His voice was husky, looking at you with a deadly serious expression that made shivers run down your spine. His presence was intoxicating, you couldn’t let him leave now. You needed him here, with you, to satisfy you. You kept your lips shut as you stared straight at him, and your arms uncrossed themselves from above your chest to rest on either side of your body.

“Stay. Please.”

His expression softened at your resolution, and he reached a hand out to stroke your long ears gently, gliding his fingers upwards along the fur. You whimpered, thighs squeezing together. Himeru noticed, and gently placed a hand on one knee to pry your legs apart. A wet spot on your crotch area gave away your arousal, and he hummed.

“Poor girl. May I take these off?”

You nodded, and he carefully pulled your pajama bottoms off, exposing your soaked pussy. He pressed a finger against one of your swollen lips, already glistening with your juices. You trembled as he brought it to his mouth, making eye contact with you as he licked it clean.

“So wet already…your body must not want to waste any time.”

He didn’t either, as his gaze momentarily left your body to focus on the buttons of his pants. Seeing the tent that had formed in the short time it took to bring you here filled you with a sense of satisfaction, eased that he was enjoying this as much as you were. Once you saw his erection pop out from his boxers, your body seemed to clench even tighter in anticipation, unable to resist the idea of having it stuffed inside you. Your instincts told you to get onto all fours, knees spread wide to present yourself to your mate, and Himeru cooed at your eagerness.

“Good girl. Such a good bunny for me.”

His words went straight to your cunt, feeling it throb even before his dick was anywhere near it. Being reduced to the bunny in heat you were, his bunny, just felt right. You weren’t a producer right now, you were a helpless rabbit that was begging to be bred. He parted your folds with two fingers, coating them with your slick and rubbing it on his length, lubing it up as you squirmed impatiently, your tail’s movements giving away your excitement.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I-I…”

Even now, when you were so close to what your body craved, your lips refused to move. He leaned in close to your ear, close enough that you felt them brush against it when he spoke.

“Do you want me to mount you?”

Fuck.

You whined, babbling affirmative noises as he chuckled at how his words left you quivering in anticipation, lifting your rear high into the air to ask him to take you already. The warm feeling of something pressing against your entrance followed. He pushed himself in slowly, much too easily with how wet you were. Every nerve in your body was focused on the feeling of his length sinking completely into your wet cunt, all the way to the hilt, before slipping back out. Even in your wildest wet dreams you never thought he would be making you feel so full, so complete.

The noises you made were all quiet, either cut short by them catching in your throat or muffled by the pillow you were burying your face into. If he were going any faster, surely the squelch between your union would make a wonderful sound, but at his current pace the only sound in the room was his breathing and your muffled whining.

Himeru’s hands kept your hips steady as he pushed in and out of you, each thrust making the butterflies in your stomach flutter. Being filled by him just felt so right. This was what you were craving, cock stuffed inside you, body weight pressed down to make sure you couldn’t escape. Yet despite how your body trembled, how your legs were spread so wide for him, Himeru was still taking it slow, trying to make sure he wasn’t pushing you too much. It was still relieving your desire, but the slow jolts of pleasure weren’t enough, you needed something more primal to satiate yourself.

“What’s wrong?” He hummed, rocking his hips back and forth, “Is Himeru’s little bunny still needy?”

“Hah~ Meru…” You whined. “Faster, please, I want to feel you deep inside me~”

Who was he to deny you when you sounded so desperate underneath him? He pulled his cock out almost entirely before sinking balls deep inside you, making sure to do it harshly enough that your toes curled when he did. A louder whine escaped you, and it found itself joined by more as he slammed himself into you over and over again. Your short tail brushed against the skin of his stomach, flicking back and forth with each thrust. He reached out to take it in his hand, and you mewled when he lifted it up.

“So you’re sensitive here.” He hummed, gently stroking the white under-fur with his thumb.

“A-Ah, w-wait, mmh~”

Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head, knees wanting to give in from his touch, but he made you keep your hips upright, your back falling to a downwards slant as your arms gave in. You cried out when the first orgasm of your heat finally came, and through it all he just kept fucking you into the mattress, his own grunts of effort filling the air as he focused on the feeling of your warm walls trying to milk his cock.

“Bunny, you’re so tight.” He grunted. “You’re going to make me finish, too.”

“Inside, do it inside!” You whined, pushing your hips back towards him. Being in heat meant you were the most fertile you could’ve ever been; if he came inside you, surely it’d end with carrying his litter. But instead of being terrified of the idea, in the haze of your heat you wanted nothing more than for him to fill you up with his kids, as many as he wanted. He seemed to hesitate, noticeably slowing down.

“I-Himeru shouldn’t do that.”

“Hah, Meru, please!” There were nearly tears in your eyes as you turned to look back at him, pleading. “Breed me, knock me up, just give me everything!”

Your voice was so desperate, your body so eager to take his seed, to become his breeding bunny…he couldn’t help himself, his movements becoming more erratic as he growled out your name. He didn’t seem like he was going to pull out anymore, that was sure.

You mewled as his cock continuously pressed against the entrance to your womb, as if trying to coax it to open a bit further for the oncoming delivery. You chanted his name, the only noise reaching your ears your pitiful “Meru”s until he finally let out a loud groan, eyes shutting tight as he came inside you. The warmth flooding into you made your body and brain equally fuzzy, leaving you unable to think as you both came down from your highs.

“Did that satisfy you, bunny?” Himeru murmured against your ear, lips brushing over them and almost kissing them. He was still inside you, and you were sure he could feel how you clenched tightly around his cock at his words, wanting to feel it grow hard again.

“My my, seems like it didn’t.” He tisked, lifting your hips up high and forcing your shaky knees to support the weight of his hips pressed flush against your ass with a half-hearted whine. “You’re making me work overtime, producer. So all I ask is that you reward Himeru appropriately.”

There he sits in front of you. Collared, panting, red, and most importantly, hard.

You stand at the edge of your bed with Chiaki poised and sitting pretty right in front of you and waiting for you to do anything. He makes such a pretty puppy, the collar around his neck is red like almost everything else he owns and it brings out the flush on his skin. 

Chiaki was initially embarrassed to hell and back when you told him that you wanted him to be your pet but with time, the idea grew on him. It grew and it grew and it grew until he, with no little amount of shame, approached you and asked if you could make the idea a reality. Of course, you’re not about to deny your lovely puppy what he wants. 

Tonight is the night everything finally comes together. After your little purchase finally arrived in the mail, it was time to collar the boy like the pet he is.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

His face turns a shade of cherry red you’re not quite sure if you’ve seen it on him before and he lets out a pathetic little yip.

“Come on, I can’t hear you.”

He whimpers again and you give him a look, stopping in your tracks. Seeing this, he finally barks. It’s a pitiful little sound- pitchy even- but it’s a start! Maybe by the time you’re done with him he’ll be able to do it without his voice cracking. There’s only one way to find out, after all.

You didn’t think just getting collared and talked down to would get him this hot and bothered but his dick twitches the moment your skin touches his. Just wrapping your fingers around him makes him whimper. How sensitive he is makes your mind race with ideas and pictures of what you can do to him. All the ways you can make him beg combined with all the ways you can make him thank you.

His mind is probably racing too seeing as he can’t even sit still now either. The first pump of your hand has him thrusting up into your hand. You don’t even need any lube, he’s wet enough from his precum that you hardly have to do a thing. It drools out the tip with every touch.

“Be a good pup and sit still.”

It’s fun to watch him work himself up into a mess like this but if you want to get any further, you need him to have some restraint. He, of course, whines at you instructions but complies. Or at least he tries to; his thighs and stomach tremble with barely contained energy. 

Goodness is he worked up. One of your hands is all you need to break down any restraint he has. What if you were to use your other as well…? You take your free hands and place it between his legs. Seeing what you’re aiming at, he opens his legs further for you to easily cup his balls, letting you run your thumb back and forth over the textured skin like you would his cheek when he cries. Immediately, he’s gasping and bending over in pleasure. One hand between his legs and one hand around him.

He starts squirming again and moaning desperately. The sound is like music to your ears. This performance has you feeling warm between the legs as well. You really wish you could record this moment and rewatch it forever… Maybe that’ll be the next thing you work on convincing him to do. 

You hardly get to play with him a few minutes before he’s thrusting into your closed fist and it’s not even a minute after that that he makes a mess of your hand. Spurt after spurt of cum coats your fingers while he moans like a bitch. Typically, he lasts way longer than this. He usually makes a point of at least trying to get you to finish before he does and yet tonight, he can’t seem to hold himself back.

“So soon? Huh…”

You flex your fingers out, seeing the way his spend creates strings attaching each one.

“What a bad dog…”

In a stark contrast to how this all started, he immediately whimpers when you call him that, his expression utterly devastated. He really is broken down into the perfect puppy for you…

An idea sparks in your brain at the sight of your soiled hand. In one fluid movement, you push your hand against his mouth and then into the cavern between his lips. His eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn’t pull back or close his mouth, just letting you do whatever you want to him like a good dog.

“What are you waiting for? Clean it.”

There’s a hint of a frown while he tries to put together what you want but once it clicks, he gets to work. He might not be allowed to use his hands, but he manages to suck on your hand like he’s trying to pleasure you; creating pressure, flicking, and pushing up on your hand into the roof of his mouth. This would feel lovely on a certain other part of your body, but that’s something to get up to later. For now, you want to see how much further you can push him into this mindset.

He tries to meet your gaze, staring intently into your face and waiting for even just a hint of feedback. You could give him even the smallest smile to ease his worries but, well… Isn’t it more fun to play with him? Make him work harder for the reward and praise he wants? 

Something cracks in him when your expression doesn’t falter. In desperation, he laps between every one of your fingers with his tongue, muscle wrapping around each digit and the tip pushing against the webbing at the base of them. When that doesn’t provide a response, he forces his own head forward, mouth stretching over your hand as best it can and letting you feel the very back of his mouth and all the folds there. It’s gross and disgusting and yet, oh so erotic. There’s not even any cum on your hands anymore, he’s just doing it in some desperate attempt to redeem himself in your eyes if the look in his own is anything to go by. How pathetic… and enticing. How much further can you push him, you wonder… 

You pull your hand out of his mouth abruptly and instead drag him up to your face by his collar. He doesn’t hesitate to nibble and lick at your lips, asking for permission to kiss you properly. When you part your lips, he invades your mouth like he’s starving, his tongue pushing the lingering flavor of cum onto your own. Once again, it’s undeniably gross and disgusting, but to be able to debase such a beloved figure such as the Chiaki Morisawa… It’s addicting. You had planned to take it easy on him tonight but with the way you’re both acting and feeling?

Your body cries for more and obviously, his does too.

Shu is often awestruck by his romantic partner's personage. Perhaps that is a natural side effect of dating a model/idol/actor triple threat with more than enough confidence to prove he deserves those credentials. In short, Izumi Sena can be a very captivating creature.

Today even more so than usual.

Because today Izumi picked Shu up for their weekly date night... wearing a skirt.

Shu was so flabbergasted by the sight that Izumi had to nag at him to get in the car just to break him free from his own head.

A skirt. On his Izumi. A dainty little scrap of feminine fabric that hardly hides any of his dance honed thighs. Shu can't look away from the creases the cloth forms after every simple step.

Izumi makes wearing something so scandalous seem so simple - as if he is entirely unbothered by societal predilections for gender. Shu once witnessed his partner replying to a question about his gender identity with a grouchy, "Who cares?"

To him it is that simple. Izumi is Izumi, himself above all else, beautiful beyond belief, and nothing else matters.

Shu envies that power, to be frank. He wonders if he might learn it some day after enough time in Izumi's company. To break free from his own confusions, and simply be beautiful above all else as Izumi is. It is yet another incentive to study his lovely date down to every detail.

As if Shu didn't have enough reasons to admire him already.

Izumi strides up to the counter of a Parisian Cafe to place his order with his hands looped coyly behind his back. He hooks one leg loosely over the other while he ponders the expresso options with a pouty lip. Even adorable feminine mannerisms come as easily to him as an acting role. Shu is so focused on his form, he fails to hear a single word Izumi speaks. The quiet café ambience dulls to imperceptible white noise as he gawks.

He is immaculate. Playing at perfection as if it's easy.

If only he would grow out his hair.

"Kay. You're up, Shu."

A silver veil would elevate him to a doll like none other-

"... Shu? Hey!" Shu shakes his head with renewed focus when he finds a grouchy Izumi occupying his lower periphery with wrists propped on his waist. Izumi jabs a pointer into his chest, "You better not be thinking about work! You remember the rules of date night, right? You're supposed to pay attention to me!"

I am incapable of focusing on anything other than you at the moment. Shu elects not to admit that, "... Apologies, my love. I will remedy my behavior "

Izumi's glare hardens, "... You better. Now go place your order."

Shu orders his usual croissant and accompanying beverage, then Izumi selects a table on the veranda with a view of a quaint Parisian street. The sun sets while they sip until the night time streets are lit by wrought iron lamp light.

The small talk is strained. Shu keeps stammering and struggling to settle his eyes. As if this is their first cafe date instead of their umpteenth. He can't tell how Izumi feels about his nerve riddled behavior behind the coy smirk he's found, but at least he isn't failing the date night expectations anymore.

Then, to Shu's abhorrence, they're interrupted. By strangers with the audacity to address his beloved.

A pair of young ladies stop beside the table and address them with friendly smiles. Before Shu can demand what the girls want, they pay Izumi compliments for his ensemble. Izumi graciously accepts their praise with a preen of his hair, and they continue on (completely unaware of Shu's posessive glare locked on their backs until they're out of sight).

It's only after they're gone that Shu realizes his error.

"... Th-those air headed fools were correct in their assessment! Your outfit is astounding! You look beautiful, Izumi."

Izumi lifts his chin as if appeased by the compliment even if it is overdue, "I know☆ but thanks."

Not long after that they complete their cafe rituals and depart. Shu assumes Izumi has something else planned, it's his turn to select the date night itinerary, and the café was likely just the first step. Shu doesn't care where they're going. He is content to go anywhere in the presence of the one who bewitches his mind and heart alike.

It's unusual when Izumi hurries ahead to open the passenger door of the Porsche for him, but Shu doesn't question it. He takes his seat with a tight cross in his legs.

But rather than close the door - Izumi follows him in. He takes a seat on his lap, then shuts them both inside. The skirt clad idol sits on his knees and peers up at Shu with round eyed shyness that is staggeringly effective even if Shu is well aware that it's performative.

Shu gapes down at the bare legged being now occupying his lap, "Wh-what are you doing?!"

He pouts. Like a conniving little fiend who knows exactly how powerful he is- "You said you like my outfit... right?"

Shu rigidly nods.

"Then there's something else I wanna show you... a surprise that's just for you."

Izumi seizes his hand - and guides it into the realm of debauchery that lies under the skirt.

A stunning revelation. Shu discovers that he's completed his attire with women's panties underneath. Not just any underwear. Lacy like lingerie around the band. Which is already enough to get Shu visibly flustered. But Izumi keeps going. He guides Shu's hand lower between his legs to confirm there is... nothing at all covering his core.

The panties have no bottom. Just two tight black bands hugging Izumi's ass to support the lacy frame encasing his bratty waist and modest bulge.

The tip of Shu's fingers are lead further and further until they brush a bare hole. Confirmation of something immensely distressing.

There is literally nothing between his lap and Izumi's entrance.

"Riiight there~"

Well. This is escalating quickly. But Izumi's intent is obvious. Shu's cheeks burn, "... You can't honestly expect me to-! This is hardly the place for such things! What if someone sees us?!" He anxiously assesses the streets of lamplit Paris around the car. They presumably resemble nothing more than a pair of shadowed heads through the car windows, but it would still likely be obvious what they're doing in this position, right-?!

Izumi's eyes are locked on him and only him, "Then you better be quick, hm?" He's already fetched lube, and is spreading slick over Shu's hand.

He is forward as usual. Confident as usual. Stubborn as usual.

When Izumi kisses him, it's easy to be swept away. As usual.

It's absurd to do this here. Dangerous.

Yet when Shu's hand is lead back to that fateful zenith, he can't resist capitalizing. He plunges two lubed fingers into Izumi's ass and their kiss deepens to decadence.

Shu fails to remember any reason to protest this indulgence. His fingers glide deeper into the tight clutch of Izumi's rear then he starts thrusting them through the tension. They trade a ceaseless collection of kisses while Shu finger fucks him well past the point of loose. He's enjoying the possessive penetration, claiming Izumi's core, gratifying even without gratification-

Izumi breaks the kiss, "I thought you were gonna hurry~"

Shu growls, but the finger fucking and make out session has left him hard at least. He unzips his pants to free his standing dick.

Izumi grins with mirth, and sits to claim it. He does all the work, balancing his elbows on Shu's shoulders and using his dick to fuck himself like he's far more pent up than Shu realized. He rolls his hips with increasing urgency then gasps when he finds his own sweet spot and repeatedly aims for it.

His magnamity frees up Shu to indulge his own urges. He watches pleasure spread across Izumi's handsome features and cautiously claims handfuls of bare thighs under the body warmed skirt. They eventually tighten into claws as his tension builds.

Izumi moans into his ear even flightier than usual as Shu rakes down his thighs - ladylike and lovely. Performative or not it's all siren song in that voice. Shu buries a whine in his neck reaches around to palm handfuls of black lace and ass while Izumi creates a desperate rush of friction between them.

Just as the car air grows stifling and rife with sex, Shu completes their 'quickie'. Izumi shudders when he cums inside, and Shu feels trails seeping down his unguarded thighs. He places a hand over the bulge in the panties, and finds it already wet.

"Um. Natsume? What are you doing?"

"What does it look like, you fooL?"

Subaru didn't know what to expect when Natsume summoned him to his secret sorcerer sanctum via not so sorcererous text message.

But it certainly wasn't this.

"Weeeeell," Subaru pinches his chin and provides a blunt assessment of what he's seeing, "It looks like... you're buck naked... strapped to a table... with your legs caught in some kinda stirrups?"

Natsume is floundered by his summary, "T-this is my latest experiMENT, obviousLY! And you have been personally selected to act as my assistANT! You should be grateFUL!"

"Ooooh! I get it." Subaru bobbles his head in understanding, then raises a know it all pointer, "But just so you know, you should get your 'assistant's' consent before involving them in your kinks!"

"W-well! I-!" Natsume's expression scrunches into a pout, "Please help mE, BarU? It... must be yoU."

Subaru nods with appeasement, "Now there's the real 'magic word'. Course I'll help you!"

He wanders into the room and over to the metal lab like table Natsume presumably strapped himself to. The little sorcerer looks shy now, pink in his cheek and hiding his eyes as Subaru traces the pale canvas of naked thighs spread along his flanks. He follows Natsume's flesh up over his cushy tummy, up his meekly bowed arms back to his endearingly flustered face. This is quite a predicament his friend has voluntarily put himself in.

Subaru clears his throat and attempts his best lab maniac impression, "Sooo... How may I assist you, master~?"

Playing along allows Natsume to gather his misplaced pride. He levels his gaze and growls, "You are to fuck me to completION, assistANT. That's an ordER."

Subaru swallows, "... Oh-"

Natsume's eyes narrow.

"N O W."

Maybe there is a bit of magic in Natsume's voice after all?

With no further thought, Subaru falls over the table and starts hurriedly fighting to free his dick from his pants. Something has overtaken him. Whether it was Natsume's spoken hex or just a failure to resist his fellow idol after getting an eyeful of his entirety, it doesn't really matter.

The result is the same.

Subaru fulfills his duty as assistant, and finds himself buried balls deep inside his friend before he can even blink. It's easy to penetrate him with his legs spread so far apart. And good for them both if Natsume's approving smirk is any indication.

Subaru loses the necessary focus to jest or tease. He fucks his master as if compelled, leaned over the table so their strained faces are in intimate proximity. Panting into Natsume's shoulder and whining as he hurries like his life is on the line. He doesn't know why, just that he must.

After a frenzy he hardly processes, Subaru finishes inside as commanded. He slouches onto Natsume's body he shoots pulses of cum inside.

Then he glances over to assess his master, "I did it... Now what? Do you want me to untie you?"

"No." Natsume shakes his head, "Again."

"... Huh?"

"This experiment must test the limits of my endurance.

A G A I N. U N T I L Y O U C A N N O T."

Subaru complies. Without ever pulling out, without any cognizant choice he soon finds himself hard and thrusting into his friend all over again.

Now his cum is only aiding his efforts. The slippery and sticky mess inside only makes him want to add more. He humps like a dog desperate to breed while Natsume grits his teeth and shuts his eyes to endure it.

Subaru is quivering by the time he finishes again, and he leaves another couple pulses of heat deep inside his master. Then casts his hazy eyes towards his face.

But Natsume gives another order before he can even speak,

"A G A I N.

Leo is supposed to be composing right now. That's like, the unspoken deal between him and his teddy bear of a husband. When Adonis goes off to work, Leo works too. Cause that's fair. And Adonis deserves that.

But ever since he got pregnant, it's harder than ever to focus on anything. His stupid hormones make his emotions even more unstable than usual. Adonis has been an angel of course, but that doesn't mean the alien spawn growing in Leo's body isn't putting them both through hell all the same. At the drop of a hat Leo can go from inconsolably mopey to craving some wacky combination of food to... other issues.

Right now, it's the other issues.

But Leo has been making music for long enough to realize that composing is easier if he works with his feelings rather than against them.

Which is how Leo finds himself laying on their bed surrounded by a scattered mess of in progress sheet music. He's dressed in only a sporty binder and tight boy shorts with a colorful and chaotic pattern. The Spawn has swollen his belly enough that it hangs over the band of his underwear while he writhes on the mattress.

Leo's pen is lost in the mess of sheet music. Because his hand is otherwise occupied - furiously rubbing between his legs. He uses a pair of fingers to tease his clit until it's aching with frustration. He's been twirling and twisting enough that the crotch of his underwear is sodden beneath his fingers. But its not helping. He feels so fucking horny that it's driving him crazy but it just isn't enough-!

...

Adonis's lunch break is starting soon.

And when Leo got pregnant Adonis promised to help however he can.

Leo snatches his phone, and sends a text.

L: Hey babe, can you gimme a hand w/ something? 🥺

A: Of course, do you need me to bring you something?

L: It'll be easier to explain in person... ☺️

A: Understood. I'll be home in a bit.

Adonis agrees to his request without question. It's not exactly difficult to manipulate the sweetest and gentlest and loving-est husband in the world. Leo would feel guilty about that, but Adonis is gonna get something out of this arrangement too, after all!

One rapid response time later, Adonis wanders into their home still dressed in uptight neck tie office wear. Leo sighs in relief when he hears his name called in that somber timber of a voice.

"Leo?"

"I'm here!"

Adonis arrives in the door frame of their bedroom - and visibly short circuits when he processes the situation ahead.

Leo, in a state of near total undress, and rolling his stiff and aching clit against his hand. Leo rolls his neck to return his husband's stare, "You're just in time!" He blinks until his eyes are wet and pitiful, "Adoniiiis? Fuck me? Pretty pleeeeeease?"

Tight lipped Adonis blinks and blinks, "This is why you called me?"

Leo hurriedly nods, "Yeah! I really need you."

"O-oh. Another mood swing. I see." Adonis is receptive to the idea once he processes the view of his visibly pregnant husband furiously trying to grind any scrap of pleasure he can from his tingly body. He wanders over to the bed, and starts loosening the neck tie.

But Leo doesn't have any patience left for all that. He snags the tie, and yanks Adonis down onto the bed. The larger body stumbles awkwardly between his knees, then Leo lifts his hips to press Adonis's crotch together with the very soiled underwear. Adonis catches himself on hands planted around Leo's face, and winces when the body heat radiating from between Leo's legs reaches him even through their clothes.

"O-oh-"

"Heh." Leo smirks, playfully twirls the tie, then uses it to tug him into a kiss.

As soon as they link Adonis starts grinding them roughly together, as if his instincts take over. Maybe hormones are contagious? The hardness trapped in Adonis's pants feels like an equal match to Leo's gut twisting tension after a few moments of deep ruts. Leo grinds along with him, whining with modest relief from the phantom thrusts that are almost everything, but they still aren't scratching the itch. It's not enough.

It's been too damn long since he's had Adonis inside. All because of the damn spawn. Ever since the pee stick proudly proclaimed '+' they've been taking a break from their usual raw and rough cock rides.

When this particular hormone induced mood swing strikes, Adonis's face most often ends up trapped between Leo's thighs and tongue lapping through his slit until his body is quivering all over. It's nice. Adonis is as thorough and affectionate with oral as he is with everything else.

...

But right now Leo really needs to get fucked.

He breaks off from the kiss, and cups a hand around the bulge trapped inside the work slacks, "Pleeeease Adonis. Put it in me?"

Adonis pauses the heated rutting and furrows with concern. His palm instinctually seeks a hold around Leo's swollen stomach, "But what about the baby? I don't want to harm it."

Leo rolls his eyes, "The spawn'll be fiiiine! I'm sure! It told me through telepathy."

"... You were also 'sure' you couldn't get pregnant while taking T."

Leo pouts. Impishly. Adorably, "W-well! I was only like 83% sure about that. But I'm like 99% sure we can fuck and the spawn won't care! What's the worst that can happen, you make a little sibling for it to play with? Maybe you can stuff my womb with a whoooole litter~"

Adonis tips his head and ponders that absurdity - Leo pregnant with an entire litter of Leo-lets, "... That doesn't seem like such a bad thing. I've always wanted a big family."

But Leo's thoughts are still entirely focused on his needy and impatient issue. He rolls his neck back and whines, "Guh... Pleeeease fuck me, Adonis?"

His shameless plea obliterates Adonis's remaining focus. He gawks down at his scantily clad soft tummied and whimpery husband.

An unzipping fly is the only audible reply. Then he spots the welcome emergence of Adonis's imposing cock.

Leo's thigh is thrust up, his soaked shorts are battled enough to free one leg, but neither of them bother to free his other ankle. The underwear is out of the way, that's all that matters.

With no more barriers between them, Leo's wish is finally granted. He's wet and loose after all that fruitless clit tickling, enough that even Adonis's girth slips inside with ease.

Finally. Fullness, and throbbing hardness and all of Adonis's strength cradling his waist and head.

Exactly what he needed.

The kiss reconnects as Adonis rails him at spine tingling depth. The first orgasm hits Leo almost immediately in his pent up state. He strains as he's pounded through the pleasure, clawing a hold into Adonis's shirt as it echoes to every extremity.

Hormones must be contagious, cause now Adonis is fucking him intently enough to creak the bed. Moaning with satisfaction of his own as the sopping wetness is shared between them. The mess of composition work is crinkled and torn as Leo is ruined alongside it. But who cares. His muse is singing like a damn opera star thanks to Adonis. Leo's howling right along of course.

Adonis grunts as he finishes. Inside. With no effort to pull out. As if he's aiming for that litter after all.

(he'll have to settle for twins)

Leo shares his second orgasm with him. Groaning and quivering while his spawn filled belly bulges even further after every gasp for air. Adonis rubs a hand over the belly bump as they share the after glow until they've both caught their breath.

After they're finished, Adonis initiates a cozy cuddle. He holds Leo around the belly until the very last second he can spare from work. It's only after Adonis leaves that Leo realizes he never had time to eat lunch. He sacrificed his entire break even though he's always hungry at meal time, and he didn't complain a bit.

Hands tied with ribbon behind your back and a beautiful man in front of you, there’s not a single complaint in your mind.

It’s been a nearly unbearable amount of time that you’ve been like this, exposed and at HiMERU’s mercy, and he clearly is enjoying dragging this out as long as he can. His hands run up and down your sides, occasionally taking a foray to play with your nipples, and he grinds his knee that he’s slotted between you own into you in a satisfying rhythm.

Keeping your eyes open is a difficult task but you try your best to do so. He’s so handsome like this, with his own eyes glossy with desire and flicking up and down your body, no-one could blame you for wanting to commit the view to memory.

As if noticing your wandering eyes and wanting to punish you, one of his hands swiftly makes its way to your nipple to give it a not-so-gentle poke. The sudden flick makes you flinch and whine. Maybe if you were more conscious of the way you’re acting then you’d be embarrassed but since you’re not, the only thing warming your cheeks is arousal. He soothes you with a gentle caress before doing the exact same thing again, forcing the same response from you.

A flicker of a smile lights up HiMERU’s face- for all he tries to pretend he is above everything and untouchable, he is just as human as anyone else; just as lustful as anyone else could be. It’s no perfect idol that toys with your chest but rather a man who hasn’t had the chance to do anything like this in god knows how long. Maybe he’d also be embarrassed if he saw himself from your eyes but he’s just as bad as you in that sense. It’s rare for him to let go and do what he wants but now that you’ve crossed that line with him, you’re sure there’s no going back.

In a split second, he makes the decision to change your position. He pulls his knee back and maneuvers you onto your stomach, pulling you back and towards him to encourage you to raise up your hips for easier access. It’s not the most comfortable position with your hands tied and thankfully, he seems to realize that and pulls the ribbons loose.

“How does this feel?”

You assume he’s asking about your arms but just as you want to respond, he wraps his arms around you once again and gropes at your chest, making you gasp in surprise.

“Those aren’t words.”

He doesn’t give you even a moment before he’s rubbing your nipples in slow circles. At this rate, your chest is going to be completely red by the time you’re both done. It’s just the right amount of pressure at the right speed. God damn it, does this man have to feel perfect in every way?! If he keeps this up, you’re going to end up letting him do whatever he wants to you not just tonight, but whenever he calls you back too. You need him to fill you up or you feel you may die.

“-Good, good- very good-” a pinch to both nipples catches you off guard and you whine “-Ah! It feels good-!

It’s obvious how much HiMERU is enjoying this if the way his dick twitches against your ass is anything to go by; He’s always had a bit of a domineering streak in him after all. He grinds against you insistently, his own body is practically laid on top of you, pushing you into the bed underneath you. It’s almost smothering but you can’t bring yourself to complain or move away, instead, pathetically arching your back and giving him an even better angle to grind his clothed crotch against yours.

Fuck, he already told you earlier that he doesn’t have a condom on him. How are you supposed to satisfy the craving in your blood for him? All you can think about is how badly you want him in you.

He calls your name and waits for you to make a sad attempt at a response before asking “Are you clean?”

It’s hard to parse words with your brain so woozy with arousal, but you manage to let out a whiny mm-hmm after a moment of thought. 

Suddenly, he pulls himself off you. You’re about to cry for him to come back when you hear the sound of a zipper behind you and it’s like fireworks go off in your body. Excitement in your veins, electricity down your spine, and a deep, heavy warmth in your lower half that begs for him to leave his mark in you… Fuck, you need to make sure that’s exactly what he does.

It’s hard to move with arms made of jelly, but you make do to turn your body enough to look him in the eyes as you ask for what you know is already coming.

“Fill me?”