#hakkai fluff

listen... hakkai loves you so much and all, but he really can't fight you over mitsuya

he's known mitsuya longer than you've been alive! please, don't pick mitsuya-

yuzuha is having a great time encouraging you to go and ask mitsuya out or something while hakkai in the corner have a crisis.

this crisis is evidently worse than when he nearly went to black dragon to kill taiju, like- please, don't do this to his poor heart.

he loves you and mitsuya, but he can't pick one over the other-

also mitsuya's having a hell of a time laughing at the whole scene because you're so cute trying to say you wanna marry him when you're older, while hakkai is having a breakdown over it.

but what can he say? the shiba's love him and he loves them too, and he's certainly having a great time basking in your attention and giving hakkai smug looks.

he's being silly and we love him for it.

however, if you're going to choose hakkai for your "first love" person, he's going to feel quite honored.

might start crying but out of pure happiness and not a foreboding sense of betrayal.

will totally go to your school for dad and daughter dances, but makes it clear as much as he can that he's your brother and you're dad isn't there because he's a piece of s-

he'll dress up a little just to have those donuts for breakfast days at your school, so you can have donuts for breakfast with him.

he actually doesn't mind going to those events as long as you're okay with him going there. while it's not his fault that your dad isn't present, he feels bad that you have to live your life never knowing what it really feels like to have a dad, so he tries to make up for being there for you as much as he can instead.

granted, he knows he doesn't have to, but it gives him a sense of peace doing those things for you and making time for you like that.

it also gives him a bit of self-confidence getting praised by the moms and dads at those events too because they all coo over him and say he's doing great for you and all

not to mention when he starts his modeling career, he's getting called handsome left and right, and he likes to see you as his little princess more than anything.

since there is like an eight-year age gap between you and hakkai, it really does feel like he has a daughter, and you've definitely called him dad once or twice because there's really no one else for you.

he cries a little every time knowing you're never going to know how a dad is supposed to act or do, but he's determined to raise you with yuzuha right and make sure you lack nothing else.

even if he's pretty young himself, hakkai isn't one to leave heavy burdens on other people's shoulders just because he thinks he can't handle it. he needs to handle taking care of you for you and yuzuha's sakes.

i think it's also because of the fact he gives girl dad vibes that he's able to get along with you so well, but he definitely asked mitsuya for advice throughout his years taking care of you.

was he just ignoring you? sure you understood not wanting to talk to someone, but a simple nod of his head would suffice, no?

“sorry— i just really need to know if this is the right stop to get on.”

hakkai didn’t move.

“um, i start at a new job in less than an hour? i can't really afford to get lost right now.” you chuckled uncomfortably, hoping to ease the tension.

nothing. it was as if you weren’t even there.

“…anything?”

nope.

“blink once for yes??”

your hands drop to your sides, all you received was more nothing. his eyes didn’t even twitch.

“i’m—i’m just gonna try the stop down the road.”

hakkai couldn’t bring himself to watch from his peripherals as you walked away from one of the most awkward situations of your teenage life.

away, and to the wrong bus stop.

TUESDAY MAY 3RD, 2006.

the next time hakkai saw you was actually the very next day, after your first encounter with him. around the same time, as well.

turns out, you and he would be sharing a bus route until the youngest shiba’s bike was fixed and ready for riding again.

lucky you! 

you nearly threw yourself into the traffic beside you when the same guy from yesterday was back at the stop. the stop you learned the hard way was actually the right one. 

you trudged up beside him, leaving an awkward distance between you while he was sitting on the bench, and you opted for standing to the side of it.

“…sooo, turns out this was actually my stop, haha.”

you desperately tried to talk to him again, hoping to prove to yourself that he wasn’t really ignoring you as bad as you’d hoped the day before.

he didn’t answer.

“i um— got on the wrong bus yesterday. ended up all the way in roppongi? i think that’s what it was called, anyway.”

answer. say literally anything oh my god i’m begging you.

“pretty cool area, i'd never been before. silver lining, right?”

you turn to look at him, he’s pale as a ghost.

“youuu uh, ever been? to roppongi?”

….no response ever came. you clear your throat.

“awesome, cool, cool.”

this was gonna be a long week.

WEDNESDAY MAY 4TH, 2006.

back at the bus stop you stood, almost shoulder to shoulder with the same boy who you tried almost everything to pry a word out of the last two days.

tuesday night it dawned on you, what if he just…couldn’t hear you? maybe he had some kind of hearing impairment! it would be pretty shitty to assume he was just blatantly ignoring you if that was the case, so, wednesday afternoon you tried again.

“um, hey.”

you looked beside you to the stone face that was becoming unfortunately familiar. he didn’t answer.

so, like any sane person would do, you poked his arm.

hakkai audibly gulped, but continued to keep his eyes on the scenery in front of him.

“…hello? anyone home?” 

you poked him again. hakkai started to sweat rather profusely. it was a good thing he couldn’t see the way your brow furrowed at the physical cues that he indeed did know you were there.

“okay, what gives? are you just like– really not talkative or something?”

you’re a fool for waiting patiently for some kind of acknowledgement. hakkai was frozen in place.

“...seriously? nothing? not even telling me to shut up or– or leave you alone or something??”

you stomped your way in front of him, and finally reached a hand up to wave it in front of his face. 

“just one word! one word and i'll never speak to you again. swear it.”

hakkai, to everyone’s surprise, didn’t move, his eyes dead set straight. the waving and begging went on until your bus came to a screeching stop behind you.

maybe tomorrow.

THURSDAY MAY 5TH, 2006.

hakkai truly was beginning to mourn having an unlimited form of private transportation. not only did he hate the crowded seats of the bus, or quickly grow tired of the schedules ruining his chance to stay with his friends or gang members late that week, but hakkai had also convinced himself you were one more day away from just deciding to punch him square in the gut.

you absolutely were, by the way.

it’s not that he didn’t feel bad, but c'mon! anyone who knew him knew that yuzuha was the only girl he could talk to, it wasn’t anything against you personally.

it also didn't help that, you too, were completely socially inept. i mean, who keeps trying to make conversation with someone after finding out they’ve been actively ignoring them? anyone else would have just, y'know, moved along. 

you being pretty, like, really pretty wasn’t helping his case much either, but he couldn’t bring himself to think about that for longer than a millisecond before he turned red.

thursday, you didn’t show up for the bus. hakkai waited, watching the side of the sidewalk you would normally arrive from, but you never showed. 

which, in theory, should have been elating for him. it was a day where he could take a much needed breather, where he could comfortably arrive home without clammy hands or sweat beading down his neck.

it was…a little disappointing. not that hakkai necessarily enjoyed making a fool of himself (or shutting off all his senses to avoid that from happening,) but he couldn’t deny that your antics were… funny? to him? you were kind of an idiot, but in an endearing kind of way.

hakkai hoped to see you at the stop tomorrow.

FRIDAY MAY 6TH, 2006.

friday marked the end of the week, alongside the end of hakkai’s journey as someone who regularly relied on the public transport system. tomorrow morning, he would pick up his bike, and bring her back home where she belonged. balance would be restored.

you, however, were dreading leaving your home.

the day prior, you had the luxury of getting a ride to work from a friend, putting an ease to your mind and it’s swarm of thoughts regarding the very tall, very well sculpted, very pretty, very well kept–

the guy at the bus stop who wouldn’t pay any mind to your existence even if it meant his damn life was on the line.

he was an idiot, you were sure of it. not only was he stupid, he was rude! you ended up nearly stranded in another district because he couldn’t even spare you a nod of his head!

who cared that he was pretty? who cared that he had some of the best bone structure you’d ever seen in person, or that he was already standing at 183 cm at an age you assumed couldn’t be far from your own? he sucked!

…okay you cared. you had a thing for him. it was utterly humiliating. all you had done was run around poking (literally) and prodding at him for the last week, all because you didn’t know how to properly say “hey, i wanna talk to you!” or “hey, why are you ignoring me?”

that, and the curiosity of what could be causing him to pay such little attention to you was genuinely driving you up the wall. you digress. today, you would make it right.

you finally arrived, i shouldn't have to mention where by now, and were relieved to see the familiar blue buzz-cut. relieved alongside cursing god for making it so you actually had to speak to him again. you slowly took your spot to his left.

“...hey, um–”

you played with the strap of your bag.

“sorry if i’ve been on your nerves or anything this week, realised i was bein’ kinda overbearing.” you chuckled and looked up at him, not surprised at the lack of feedback.

“i just moved here? and everything has been going pretty south for me, but i didn't mean to take it out on you or anything.”

hakkai’s jaw was clenched, but staying true to himself, he didn’t answer.

“anyway, sorry again. hope the rest of your day goes alright.”

hakkai clenched his fists together, sucked in the deepest breath he thought he'd ever taken, and before the bus rounded the street corner, he spoke.

“..sh..ba…h..kai…” it was shaky, and it was spoken through his tightly clenched teeth, but he managed.

“...p–pardon?” you did your best to keep your eyes from widening and having your shock spread across your face, but it was a feeble attempt. hakkai turned his head in the opposite direction, away from you.

“..shiba…hakkai..” he mumbled again, but the second time was thankfully more clear. 

it quickly became your turn to stare straight ahead of you, unable to form some kind of answer in your head. you had been so damn talkative before, too.

the bus came to a rusty stop in front of the two of you. only then, were you able to mutter your name in response to him. one painful week later, you finally had an introduction.

maybe hakkai would keep taking the bus home even after picking up his bike. only sometimes, though. baby steps.

well-behaved and timid — that’s the exact words you would use to describe your puppyboy, hakkai. from the moment you adopted him from the shelter he was an absolute joy to have in your home, his sweet smiles and tendency to lay in your lap absolutely melting your heart. he’s even great around other humans, you don’t think you’ve ever heard him growl before.

“hakkai!”, you’d say. “come here, pretty boy!”, and not even a minute later was he bounding over to shower you in all of his affection. previously, he was always ready to both receive and give you every ounce of love but recently he’s been acting very off. at first, you couldn’t quite place the source of his agitation and distance from you — you bought him expensive treats, brushed his hair when he was laying down, and even started warming up his favorite blanket that he now refused to take from you. even after all of your efforts, he would still give you a mean scowl every time you came home from work, shopping, or your friend’s house.

a large part of you felt sad that hakkai was acting this way towards you. you two were always so close and loving so to see him be so angry towards you broke your heart in two. eventually you started keeping your distance from him, letting him have his space that he seemingly wanted. meanwhile, hakkai was feeling the same sadness as you only for the opposite reasons.

for the past few weeks, you came home smelling like another puppy — the stink masking your usual sweet smell. it covered your body from your chest to your feet and made hakkai reel back in disgust everytime the odor hit his nose. he didn’t know what had happened, you were never around any other puppy boys before so why now? maybe you were getting bored of seeing the same face every day when you came home. maybe this other one was fluffier than him, more cuddly, or even cuter than he was. it put a damper on his mood whenever it crossed his mind — the thought of you trading him out for a shiny new puppy putting a feeling of dread in his chest.

your friend’s house was always so lively — her family was such a joy to be around as were her pets. ever since she had her baby, you’d taken the time to visit her every week with home cooked meals, groceries, and baby supplies. usually you spent a few hours with her at a time, even tending to her new puppy boy she brought home two months ago. he was extremely affectionate with you, always coming to nuzzle against your neck and legs. he was constantly all over you, making you sit on his blanket for his usual cuddles. however, the love he always showed you at her house made you sad, reminding you of the cold contrast of your puppyboy at home. you missed him, you wanted to see him and hopefully win his love again.

once again, you came home to find hakkai nowhere in sight — him not greeting you like he used to weeks ago. you set your bag down on the kitchen table and walked to find where he was. as expected, he was curled up on the couch sound asleep, oddly wrapped in the blanket he’s refused to touch for the longest time. it was the blanket you gifted him when you first adopted him, the blanket he’s slept with every night up until a few weeks ago.

maybe he wasn’t angry at you anymore, maybe he finally got over whatever upset him about you. softly shaking him by the shoulder, you whispered, “hakkai. hakkai, wake up”. groggy eyes opened to see your delicate figure standing over him, momentarily forgetting his anger at you. a soft smile graced his face at the woman he’s been wanting to be around for so long. you smiled back at him, stroking his hair gently as he slowly awoke. it was almost perfect, almost — right up until he smelled that disgusting scent that drove him away from you in the first place.

almost immediately he was aggressively pushing your hand out of his hair, moving to get off the couch and leave the room as quickly as possible. before he could do that, your arm curled around his bicep and gently pulled him close to you. the short distance between you made the smell even worse, a low growl leaving his mouth once it invaded his nostrils.

“h-hakkai? what’s wrong? you’ve been acting so strange lately,” you whimpered, looking up at his scowling face. without giving you a reply, he roughly gripped your shoulder and shoved you down to lay on the couch. before you could react, he was climbing on top of you — pushing his lips onto yours. his tongue invaded your mouth and stole your breath away from you. his hands frantically roamed your body and grabbed every bit of flesh he could, from your plush thighs to your soft breasts. dazed and confused, you let him touch you how he wanted.

“what’s wrong? what’s wrong? are you fucking serious?,” he growled. “weeks of smelling another dog on you, and you ask me that? i should be asking what’s wrong with you. am i not enough for you?,” his mouth traveled down from your lips, to your torso, and stopping to sniff your panties. he froze — his nails digging deeper into your legs as he pushed your thighs against your chest, shoving his face against your clothed pussy.

“even your pussy smells like him. tell me, if you needed puppy dick that bad, why didn’t you come to me?,” his darkened eyes bored into yours. you couldn’t even think of a response to his outlandish question. hakkai was your puppyboy, your pet. did he really think about fucking you? were all the times he was affectionate with you just a plan to get you on his dick? i mean, you did love him. you’ve always loved hakkai — perhaps you loved him a little more than your friends or even your past boyfriends. you took him in and cared for him and here he was, nose pressed against your panties inhaling the scent of your cunt.

you don’t know what came over you. before he could open his mouth to spew more venom at you, you pulled him by his shirt collar up to kiss him. he returned it with even more ferocity than before, raising himself to hover over you and rut his covered cock against your pussy. through his pants, you could tell how big he each time he rubbed himself against you. the thick bulge rubbing you in all the right places, nudging against you clit making you mewl for more.

hakkai reached down to unbuckle his belt, pulling his pants down enough for his cock to spring out. his dick was scary — the length of it was enough to make you nervous but what really spooked you was the girth. if he fucked you with it, you’d definitely be sore for about a week. something about the idea of being stretched out by it made your pussy even wetter than it was before. god, you were actually excited to get fucked by your puppyboy.

ripping you off the couch, he forced you down to your knees on the cold hardwood floor. for the first time, he looked like the owner and you the dog — sweetly perched on your knees ready to obey any command he wanted to give you. “this is more fitting. bitches in heat deserve to be treated like this. a sweet thing like you only needs to worry about me fucking my puppies into her,” his smirk only grew when he saw your glazed over eyes. his hand weaved itself into your hair, pushing your head down towards his lap to show you what he wanted. he didn’t even have to give you a command before you were swallowing his thick cock down the the base.

his trimmed pubes tickled your nose each time you took his girth all the way down your throat. it stretched you like no other cock you’ve sucked on before — it made you choke and sputter but you were determined to make him feel good. maybe if you give him the best head he’s ever had, he’ll forgive you for leaving him so often. your nimble fingers massaged his balls as your tongue dragged up his twitching length. hakkai was clearly enjoying it — his flushed face and deep groans showed how much ecstasy he was in.

the grip he had on your hair only tightened when you moaned around his cock. you could feel his dick twitching as his moans grew louder — he was going to cum. this only made you work his faster, made you take him all the way down your spasming throat. when you deepthroated him for the final time, he gushed his thick, musky cum down your throat. he trapped your head in his lap until he finished spurting his seed down your throat. through your haze, you hadn’t noticed the base of his length had engorged — the size of his knot made you rub your thighs together in anticipation.

when he finally pulled away, you opened your mouth to show him you had swallowed all he had given you. before you knew it, your panties had been ripped off and your legs were thrown over his shoulders. moments before you could calm him down, he was sinking his throbbing cock to the hilt in your soaked cunt. hakkai never gave you time to recover from the initial penetration, his frantic thrusting beginning as soon as he was almost balls deep inside of you. his deflating knot knudged your swollen clit causing you to squeak and whimper his name.

months of no sex left you more sensitive than you’d like to admit — the delicious stretch of your walls bringing you closer to your peak much faster than in the past. hakkai was … the best person you’d ever slept with. his animalistic ruts left you breathless with each thrust deep into your clenching pussy. hakkai was no better — the feel of your gummy walls was fucking divine. it felt like your sweet pussy was made for him, you were made to be his mate and carry his pups.

“k-kai!,” you squealed as the fat tip of his cock punched your cervix. he groaned in response to your lustful cry, it only serving to make him go faster. almost two years of watching you finger your cunt at night only to get frustrated that they couldn’t reach as far as you wanted crossed his mind. he hated seeing you like that, but he hated seeing the men you used to bring home more. why did you need them? you had a perfectly good puppyboy at home to breed you full, to get you pregnant with his babies. it’s what you were meant to do, adopting him was only the first step to being together intimately.

the rhythmic clenching of your cunt drew him closer and closer to his impending climax. his deflated knot began to become inflated again, begging to be pushed inside you to brand you as his mate. moments later your pussy tightly clenched down on him as your orgasm wracked through your trembling body. the sight of you in ecstasy did hakkai in — heavy spurts of his seed filling your cunt to overflowing. his instincts were screaming at him to push his knot into you and he did. it connected you two, bound you together as the final shots of his cum were trapped in your tight pussy.

his chest heaved as he collapsed on top of you, the pleasure of finally breeding you overtaking him. “we can’t move … at least not for a while,” he mumbled into your neck. you giggled at how sleepy he was, bringing your hand up to card your fingers through his hair that was damp from the sweat. “that’s okay. the second it’s down we’ll get up,” you giggled. he grumbled into your neck something about not moving for a few hours, about how he needed to make sure you were going to have his babies.

fuck, you were going to have your puppy’s babies. well, as long as it made him happy again.