#fruba smut

[hwaitham]

𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓻𝔂 𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚

hatori sohma x f!reader. nsfw — mdni. established relationship ﾉ soff' sex ﾉ reader is rather clingy :3 ﾉ praise + sweet hatori + u're both so in love with each other n' this whole thing is so cheesy n' prosy um ! ! ! ﾉ the sohma curse hasn't been broken yet in this fic ﾉ vry slight infantilization ﾉ petnames ﾉ foreplay heavy ﾉ finger sucking bcos ! ! oooo ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა

you are tired, tired. you are very tired.

even with your eyes closed and head laying in a pool of moonlight, you cannot find it within yourself to sleep.

because he is not here—your hatori. it’s hard to fall into a peaceful slumber without being wished a goodnight by him; you must be tucked in, fluffy quilt pulled up to your chin and his thumb smoothing over the lift of your cheeks before your eyelids are kissed so you’re blessed with nothing but the sweetest dreams of you and him.

alas, he isn’t here. so you do what you can when you’re cold and alone in his bed; through heavy half-blinks, you watch the snowfall outside the bedroom window, dusting the branches of the old oak tree in the garden and piling up on the sill. 

you’ll have to ask hatori when he comes home whether he would join you in playing in it tomorrow, building a snowman like you did two winters ago when he confessed his love for you.

(you placed his stethoscope around the neck of packed snow, his glasses over the pebbled eyes, pulled him out of his office by the sleeve of his doctor’s coat—hatori, doesn't this snowman look like you? he'd realized it seemingly doesn’t take much for him to fall.)

you smile thinking of that time, dream of all the times to come, happy and sad and everything in between. you wait and wait some more, and just as the throbbing in your chest starts to become a bit too unbearable, the smells of tobacco and mint begin to shroud your senses until all can feel is the fluttering breeze of calming fingertips breathe occasional kisses on your spine.

the sudden heat that cuts through the frigid air surrounding you rattles you awake, sends goosebumps down your legs and flushes your limbs full of light—it fills the gaping hole in your heart, the one that aches for him, the one that can only be healed by him.

“hatori?”  

before the heels of your palms can find your eyes to scrub out the sleep from them, they’re taken a hold of by a larger hand—pruned fingertips squeezing gently, soothingly down on your wrist. “i’m here.”

“you’re here,” you whisper, smile drowsily when you hear your lover’s voice over the hot shell of your ear, his words followed by a lingering kiss.

“go back to sleep, dear.”

“uh huh…” 

you’re too tired to tell him you weren’t exactly sleeping in the first place.

disregarding his qualms, you blindly feel around for him, shuffling through the sheets and pillows until you find his shoulders—strong and broad and honey-hued as he sits before you with his torso bare, silk pyjamas hanging low on his hips. 

“i missed you…”

you do everything you can but embrace him, pull him down to the bed, cling to his bicep and rub your nose along the handsome vein of his neck, feel him up entirely beneath your greedy paws. hatori is lean and defined with layers of taut muscle, but you notice he’s starting to get a bit soft around the waist; there’s the tiniest bit of fat you’re able to pinch between your thumb and index finger, and you can only giggle to yourself at the fact. 

you’re feeding me well.

it’s told to you silently in his barely-there smile pressed against the tresses of your hair that scatter over a pillow. when he inhales a breath, his nostrils fill with juniper and aquatic accord. 

you smell like him. 

you must have sprayed his cologne onto the sheets.

“missed you s’much.”

hatori laughs wistfully, shakes his head when you whine, nuzzle your forehead over his cheek in that endearing puppy-like way you do. “you missed me so much? i was only gone a few hours.”

you hum idly, sleep quickly overtaking you now that your lover is in your hold. as much of it as he can be in, at least. 

his body is warm, gently warm. not searing; rather faintly, something like the moon—not distant or far away, but a soft glow. light full of memory and promise and it’s beautiful. it’s the light of the celestial body that shines brightest in your sky, and it’s in every brush of his fingers over your skin, every strand of hair that tickles your nose where he creates a corner in heaven just for you.

your hands curl into the silky onyx that sweep over the nape of his neck—it’s the slightest bit damp, you notice; pearls of water from the snowflakes that have melted over his skin. with one deep inhale from where your face hides in the shallow space between his neck and shoulder, you smell your body wash on him through his musk, and your lips stretch into a lazy smile. 

it’s a feminine, delectably sugary scent, but hatori doesn’t care. 

he doesn’t think there’s anything in this world that drives such a primal part of him than the fact that you two smell like each other, that anyone can smell you on him—him on you, and that from it they will know you belong to each other.

“still feels like forever when you’re away from me,” it comes out as a quiet slur of words, one that hatori can barely hear from where you burrow as deep as you possibly can into his skin. he smiles wide at your sleepy thoughts, true thoughts; he loves when you get like this, clingy and needy and seemingly wanting him to melt into you and flow through your veins, as if feeling him skin-to-skin simply isn’t enough.

“forever, huh?”

“mhm,” you whisper, voice sweet and muffled and hinted with the most minuscule amount of coy innocence (he has no issue picking up on it) as you lean your chin on the sharp blade of his shoulder, hug his arm close to your chest in an attempt to soak up the silver-dewed warmth that radiates off him like a sponge until it saturates you fully. “i love you…”

“and i love you.” hatori lowers his face until it’s level with yours, easing you into submission with a graze of his mouth over your brow, your cheek, your jaw and finally your lips. his teasing ministrations don’t match his voice—breathless and full of yearning and hunger—almost like your assertions are enough to leave his lungs bereft of oxygen.

“but i love you more, i swear it!” with a petulant whine, you grapple at his pinky as if to make a promise on it, wrapping your fingers around the larger digit and shaking it around with as much strength as your sleep-laden self can muster.

“oh, you child.” 

he blushes deeply, heart beating in double time at the endearing, rather infantile way you seem to act with him when you’re all worn down from the labours of your afternoon and in need of him, his touch, his love.

then you’re wrapping your legs around a sinewy thigh, kneading your balled fists weakly into his traps, and then he’s grabbing your sea horse plushie to stuff in the steadily closing gap between your chests, lest he turn into one himself when he inevitably gets lost in the throes of intimacy that creep up his spine. “careful, now…”

“love you more than anything, hatori.” 

and it’s the way you say it—so sincerely, like you’re feeding him a piece of your soul, like you know just your heart alone will leave him unsatiated—that makes the moon no longer shine. it makes him crack at the surface and burst into fragments of rock, diamond flares scattering like comets across the sky for the world to wish upon.

(but there’s really only one wish he would ever truly grant.)

“i mean it, and it’s true…”

you reach up to press a palm in the divot between his pecs, where his heart lays shielded beneath the ribs that you’ve squeezed your way through and built a home—for him and for you. the sudden onslaught of affection has him flushing with a tender heat, bottom lip pulled in between teeth and lilted up into a shy smile, cheeks tingling with gold. 

“‘tori… i wanna kiss…”

“just one, okay? and then straight back to bed.”

“mhm, just one, promise i’ll be good—wanna be good for you.” and that’s all it takes for hatori to be certain that one kiss is bound to become one thousand—the desperation in your voice and the legs that wrap around his thigh tighter and oh.

you’re soaked. 

he can feel the sticky dampness through the thick flannel of your pyjama pants, from the crotch where you try to rock your hips over his leg, from the insides of your thighs; you’re dripping slick down your legs and your knee slides along his clothed cock and his head spins, resolve falters.

so, hatori does the only thing he can do when he can’t calm his racing heart, and he kisses you without any reservations. 

every kiss to your lips feels like it’s the first— where adoration streams from your fingers as you dip them into the hollows of his clavicle, where he feels a lump just beneath that works its way up to his mouth and stuffs it full of cotton; it’s staggering when you cling to him like this, loving him so tenderly, feeding your heart to him pure and raw with a silver spoon.

“wan’ more…” you’re pleading against his lips as soon as he removes them from your own, gaze drawn to the string of spit that tethers him to you.

“whatever happened to ‘being good’?” your lover’s voice is dripping mirth; it’s low and teasing and gentle and it makes your chest burn with so much love; you swear you’d do anything for him, everything to keep him tangled up with you like this until the end of forever.

“just a couple more kisses, please? else i’ll die.”

and you’re looking up at him with these eyes—wobbly tears dewing on your lashes and pupils blown to the heavens and teeming with equal measures of love and lust—you’re looking up at him like he’s hand-painted each star in the sky, like he’s superlunary.

you really think you’d die without him. 

and you’re just so fucking cute begging for him like this, with your heart tangled in your throat as silent words bubble and spill over your pouty lips. even after all this time of being together, hatori doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the feeling of being so wanted, so cared for, so purely and innocently loved by you.

“well, i wouldn’t be a very good doctor if i let someone die on me, now, would i?”

“hatoriii…”

“shh, let me put you to sleep, my love.”

you nod and hum in admission, curling your fingers tighter into the plushie that joins you to him, shying into the wide neck of your—his—sleep shirt you have on when you hear the lilt in his voice; it’s soft, airy, dreamy, and he moves to hover over you before slipping two warm fingers into your pyjamas. 

his touch is so gentle, treating you like fine porcelain—and his touch is so slow, so cautious, like he’s afraid that you’re nothing but some figment of the imagination he’s lost to his childhood, the sweetest of fairytale dreams, one that he doesn’t ever want to wake up from.

he tugs the flannel past your hips, past your knees and calves and ankles, dancing his lips over your sensitive skin as he kisses the crenulated imprint left by the waistband, right atop the delicate satin trim and dainty bow of your now exposed panties.

sweet and pink and patterned with ditsy daisies, three layers of frills adorning each of the legholes.

it’s his favourite set that you own.

(you very well know of this fact.)

“naughty, naughty… were you planning this?,” hatori coos at you—darling girl, beautiful you. he noses along the outline of your puffy folds, swallowing a quiet growl when your scent invades all his senses, when he feels the arousal dribbling down the insides of your thigh cool and dampen his cheeks. “i suppose you really can’t fall asleep without a little assistance, hm?”

it’s not as if he expected anything less. 

he leans in to tap to your clit through the fabric, falling lightheaded at how it’s already so swollen, at how your cunt is already drooling, at how you’re already whining and whimpering so greedily, at how it’s all for him. 

looks like someone’s really been missing me. he tucks his fingers in the gusset of your panties to slip them to the side, exposing yourself to him. i know, baby, i know. webs of slick shine against the moonlight coming from outside the windowpane, and hatori’s throat tingles as he dips his tongue into your hole—tasting you, savouring you—saliva spilling over his teeth that he lets dribble out on top of your cunt. shh, it’s okay, ‘m here, gonna take real good care of you, alright? he finally gives your clit a sloppy kiss hello.

“‘tori, ‘s embarrassing—o-oh, hahhh…” the words tangle in your throat and dissipate into the cold air of the bedroom as you try to register how he speaks to you, to your sex. lewdly and unabashedly and coaxing and through the hazy cloud of lust that fills your mind you wonder whether hatori’s been reading his cousin’s rather… erotic novels out of your gaze.

because wherever did he learn to talk like that?

“just want to make you feel good,” he hums, moves back up so that he’s level with your face again and can kiss you, make you taste yourself on him. with his free hand not cradling the crown of your head, hatori clumsily tugs his pyjamas and briefs down to his knees, letting his swollen cock slap up against his abdomen before he takes a hold of it and glides it along your slit. “fuck, sweetheart…”

hatori is of mint and tobacco when he turns his head down and breathes over your lips to look at where his tip oozes hot pre over your sensitive nub, at where your weeping hole furls desperately around nothing; it’s a silent plea to feel him inside you.

“hatori, please—wanna—i-insiiide,” you whine and protest, sink your head deeper into your pillow and dig faint bruises into his biceps with your fingertips.

“patience,” he chides, and then he chuckles, low and hearty and dripping ardour and disbelief, for how did he attain the unattainable?

your smile, your heart, your flesh, a love so tangible that just feeling you against him in this capacity is enough to make him forget the nightmare of a curse he’d been born into, even if only for a brief moment.

his palm smoothes over your hair as he grinds his cock hard into your folds and your back arches off the bed instinctively, soft little sounds spewing from your lips that only serve to heat up the coil curling around his heart. “love you, love you, i love…”

he pacifies your babbles with lingering kisses over your neck, your sternum, your lips—and i love you—it drips like molasses over your tongue and settles into your lungs; you’re left choking on the pleas that come tumbling up your throat, legs itching to wrap around his waist and pull him closer, but you can’t. instead, you whine and writhe under him, voice pitchy and petulant. 

“want you, need you, please, please, hatori?”

the sounds you make are the prettiest on the earth, hatori is sure of this much. it makes him shiver almost uncontrollably, stokes the embers in his belly until he’s swallowed up in your flame of blue. 

“you—h-hah, c’mere, you—“

hatori devours you, staining your lips with his saliva, licking into your mouth and sucking on your tongue until the clash of teeth-on-teeth rings louder than your broken moans. and his love is heavy, your spine throbs at the weight, but it’s nothing short of comfortable. 

warm, and familiar—the hand that tethers to yours is the same hand that massages balm into your muscles after the day comes to a close, the mouth that lays hushed praise over your brow is the same mouth that makes you smile and laugh and cry tears of joy and pleasure; it’s the same mouth you feed your heart to.

“hatori!” you’re wailing out his name when his cock catches onto your neglected clit, a searing throb working its way up to the apex of your thighs that makes you scrabble at his chest, ignoring the plushie in between that separates you from him. “pretty please…”

it’s easy to get him to fold like this, in the way you plead him with such broken desperation, wilted like a flower. it’s easy when you look up at him like he’s some deity, tears threatening to spill over your lashes and brows strained with need. he hasn’t prepped you nearly as much as you need to be able to accommodate his size, but he’s almost convinced your greed is enough to make up for the lack of it. and so, he runs the leaking tip of his cock up and down your folds once, twice, three times—each stroke punctuated with a kiss to the swell of your breasts.

“it’s alright, sweetheart, shh. i’ve got you,” he huffs out a gruff expletive when he begins to stretch you out with the flushed head of his cock, your walls hungry as they clamp down around him. 

you feel the pain of his girth splitting you open as a dull ache, one that wraps around your tummy and inches down to your core—it’s a slow spreading fire, one you don’t even realize has a hold of you until hatori bottoms out and grinds his pubic bone down on your clit to dissolve the pain. 

your eyes flutter shut at the pleasure, jaw falling slack and saliva building at the tip of your tongue—everything feels so good like this: with the warmth radiating from his cock through your fluttering walls and you’re just so full of him and fuck, it’s perfect.

“hah—it’s a tight fit, isn’t it?” hatori’s voice is a gentle croon, low and handsome and silky and reassuring; the love he slathers you in has you sucking him in further, further, as deep as you think you’ve ever felt him.

“hatori, oh, god,” you hiccup on a sweet sob, voice stuffy as you bite down on your plushie and hitch your legs higher up on the sides of his waist, careful not to lock your ankles around him in an embrace. “s’deep—hic! p-please, need you to move…”

 “it’s okay, i’m not going anywhere.” he kisses your forehead and pushes into you languidly, almost lazy with his movements as he draws back and forth, back and forth. his rhythm is steady and his cock only barely leaves the sponge of your cervix before he buries himself deep again, so deep you swear you can feel him in your womb. 

words catch on the tip of your tongue and they spill as sweet mumbles. it’s cute; you’re so cute, with the tiny nods of your head, brows knit as you attempt to hold off on cumming prematurely, toes curling into the dimples at the bottom of his back and whimpering into your drool-soaked stuffed animal. 

and then he angles his thrusts that way— the way that has the head of his cock gliding over your g-spot until he can hear the lewd squelch, squelch, squelch that comes with his ministrations. it makes you squeal, kick your feet and squeeze your eyes shut impossibly tight from how good it feels.

“right there, hm?” hatori tosses his head back to exhale, making a sound where a curt laugh meets a shaky moan, before leaning down to gently knock his nose over yours.

“’t-tori…” it’s a struggle to open your eyes under the weight of sticky tears that cling to your lashes, but you manage to do so anyway, pushing his fringe out of his face with weak fingers and tucking strands of charcoal behind his ears to see all of him. 

he’s so beautiful, your hatori. 

and you think he sounds just as beautiful with those low, drawn-out moans that simmer off into garbled growls; these are the sounds that make your stomach pulse with the need for more, a warning that just a little more is all you need to unravel. they have you sinking into the bed, caged by his arms and broad frame, your walls moulding to the shape of him, flushing the skin of your entire body with the intensity of the warmth that comes with being so in love. 

“a-ah!” your whole body wracks with trembles when his thrusts turn from shallow to deep again, his leaky head swivelling against your cervix and, fuck, you’re already so close—with his thumb drawing lazy hearts over your clit and his strokes long and slow and angled so perfectly against the one spot that has you coating the base of his cock with thick cream.

“hatori, hatori, w-wanna—i wan’—”

your arms move up to drape over his shoulders, but hatori is quick to pin them down next to your head, painfully reminding you of what you don’t have—can’t have. “i know, f-fuck, i know, baby… one day, okay?” 

his head falls into your neck and he moans; it’s loud and erotic and your innocent begging makes his heart feel all gooey—soft and pliable as he spills it into your palms, as if it’s yours to keep, yours to hold, yours to treasure forever—and it is, because there’s no one else, will be no one else that can make him feel the way he does quite like you do. god, he loves you.

“o-okay,” you hiccup and sob, from pleasure and pain and the multitudes of emotions in between, you listen to him despite your heart screaming at you, because, “i just, just wanna be good for you, wanna be your everything, ‘tori!” 

you are, you’re so good to me, you’re perfect, i love you— he wants to say; you are my everything and i’d give you everything, i love you more than anything in this wretched world—he wants to tell you but he can’t because your timid admission knocks the air out of his lungs, and hatori thinks you don’t realize just how sweet you’re being to him, for him. 

and so, he kisses you, slowly and in time with the gentle rock of his hips, feeding you unspoken words that you digest and make a home of in the pit of your soul. it flushes your entire being with light, it collects and swirls around in your head until you find yourself in a haze, drunk on the heat that pulses through you with every grind of his cock into your cunt.  

everything is so hot, so cold—the sweat that drips down the backs of your thighs, the breath of your panting against the fingers hatori traces your lips with—everything is just so hot and cold and everything feels so good; you’re knocked out of the present world and somewhere in a haven of white and purple where all you can see, all you can feel is him. 

what you wouldn’t give to hold him just a little closer and stay like this forever. 

the two digits rubbing over the swell of your bottom lip to collect the spit that’s been sitting there is what brings you back down to earth, and you all but lick meekly at the tips, take both index and middle fingers into your mouth and suck like a good girl.

“you want my fingers?” he groans at the tiny little nods you give him, fresh tears arising that push old ones down your cheeks. his heart pounds wildly against the cage of his ribs. “needy little thing…”

hatori isn’t fucking you fast, but he’s fucking you good—so, so good that it drains all the thought from your head until all you can think about is him—the slow, deep strokes where the head of his cock firmly pokes and prods at the spot that makes you gush, the digits pressing down on your tongue that you drool over, the mindless praise that streams from his lips; precious, precious girl—fuck, you feel so tight—so good to me, aren’t you? my good girl.

his words feel like liquid moonlight— softy glowing, and sweet, and sincere, and you can’t help but drink up every last drop. it fills your tummy with some sort of orb of light, one that has your toes curling into the sheets and fingers wrapping around his forearm tighter; you pull him closer, closer, until the plushie between you digs into your ribs and his nose sweeps over yours with so much delicate affection and all you see and feel is him.

“h-hatori… in my tummy, f-feel you there, feel you everywhere.” 

“feel me right here, huh?” he draws his hips back, pulling out of you almost fully before pushing back, slowly, agonizingly—but it feels amazing, so amazing—the swollen head of his cock splitting you, tight against the silkiness of your walls, flush against the sponge of your cervix as he presses himself as deep as he can into you, pushing a palm gently down on your navel. “you want it in your tummy, don’t you? can’t sleep unless you’re full of it, i know…” 

it all becomes so much, too much, the wet slaps of his skin against yours, his words, his cockhead spilling pre over your walls and rubbing into the spots that have you stumbling over your breath. you cum without warning, crying out into the column of his neck like the little sweetheart of his that you are, fingers clutching at the thick strands of hair that curl around his neck, your cunt squeezing impossibly tight around him, like it loves him. 

and, oh, hatori feels it. the love, isolated and purified from the roots of your soul as you feed it to him on your tongue through mumbles and babbles of incoherent words. 

regardless, he knows what you mean.

the heat builds and builds and builds at his core, and then the coil fit to snap finally does. he shatters into silver specks as the rapid spasms of your cunt milk him dry—leave him starry-eyed and dizzy as he shoots rope after rope of thick cum into your womb, his cock twitching inside you from the aftershocks of a mind-blowing orgasm. 

“fuck, i love you—so much.” hatori huffs it out as a whine before he engulfs you in a bruising kiss, one that you’re almost positive is bound to leave a mark that will last until your next life, and the ones after that.

and it’s overwhelming, so overwhelming—the warmth of his seed oozing thick into you and the burn of the tingles that follow in the path of his touch—you think nothing else in this world and any other can make you feel quite the way he can. you’re certain of it.

“and you’re so pretty…” he continues to lay his praise on you, pressing his lips to your temple as he regains his bearings and looks down to your face.

spit-slicked lips and lazy blinks and slurred little iloveyous tumble from your mouth in half-whispers. even in your disarray you are nothing short of beautiful, other-worldly, hatori thinks. each slow flutter of your lashes is a sweep of the stars you dust into a pile of warmth at his feet; he curls his toes into them and kisses you and it flushes him with so much love, light, feelings he hadn't thought he'd ever be able to experience. he smoothes your hair down and moves to embrace your near sleeping frame—but then he remembers.

he’s reminded by the sweat-soaked plushie pressed against his chest and yours, reminded by how your arms lay free by the sides of your head, your ankles that don’t lock around his waist.

“look, ‘tori… ’s still snowing outside…” you yawn, avert his attention, nuzzle into his palm and point to the window, powdery snow finding rest on the sill, the moon’s light shining through and casting calm, steady falling shadows onto the two of you. “perhaps… we could… make...” you drift off before you have a chance to finish your question, and hatori smiles, endeared.

silly girl.

and then remembers. why he doesn’t resent the sohma curse, at least, not in the same capacity he once had. because he loves you like a child—freely, purely, without having to think.

and soon, soon, he’ll be able to hold you like a lover—he feels it in each passing day, his bond growing weaker, the rope snapping each individual thread at a time, thinning whenever he spares even the tiniest of glances at you and you call him by his name in that sweet, sweet voice of yours.

the owner of his glowing heart.

“yes, we should make a snowman tomorrow, dear.”

soon.

#𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻 ⑅˚˖ ݁ ˓ ෆ #hatori sohma x reader #hatori sohma smut #fruits basket smut #fruba x reader #furuba x reader #fruba smut #hatori sohma fics #hatori sohma imagines #hatori sohma x you #hatori sohma x y/n #dr hatori sohma protector of my heart keeper of my soul > O < ! ! i lov him sooo much goodnight

[vampyrsutton]

KyouxTohru~Mating Season

Summary:

When the boys start avoiding her with no explanation, Tohru gets worried and asks the younger Sohmas, and well, she's always one to help.

Ao3 Tags:

Mating Cycles/In Heat, Kinktober, Kinktober 2022, Scent Kink, Getting Together, First Time, Mating Bites, Biting, Fluff, Insecurity, Kink Negotiation, post-sex cuddles, Hair-pulling, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Cat Dick, Sort Of

Notes:

My notes for this read "I am why we can’t have nice things."

Sorry if this is OOC, but someone had to literally almost die for these two to get their shit together in canon so liberties had to be taken lol

"Hey, Tohru. No bodyguards today?" Hatsuharu asks with a tilt of his head as he stretches.

Tohru blinks, confused before she must realize what he means, and visibly slumps. She's quickly putting her usually carefree smile back in place though.

"No, not today. I guess they weren't feeling well or something, but Kyo refuses to even be in the same room as me." She can't hide the way her shoulders slump this time. "He actually growled at me, but I don’t know what I could have done wrong and even Shigure's holed up in his rooms so I can't even ask him."

"That's weird." Hatsuharu agrees, sounding a bit distant as though in thought. "Hey, Tohru…what day is it?"

"Um…May 5th? Why?" Tohru asks with a tilt of her head, confused by the sudden topic change.

Haru nods sagely in understanding. "Ah, that makes sense then."

"Huh? What does? Are they okay?" Her eyes widen before she looks around and her voice drops to a whisper. "Is it a zodiac thing?"

"Ding ding ding," Haru responds dryly. "First day of summer in the traditional calendar. It's when most of the animal mating seasons overlap so I guess most decided to sync up there at some point in the past. I'm pretty sure I join next year and Momoji's just going to be a menace. …I think Ritsu and Kagura are in fall and winter. Yuki should have already been done though so that's weird." He mumbles thoughtfully.

Tohru, meanwhile, has momentarily stopped functioning as she stares at the ox blankly. "Huh?" A blush is slowly creeping up her face.

"Haru!" Momoji suddenly appears to lightly thump the taller boy on the arm with a pout. "Have some tact. You're going to break poor Tohru!" He scolds.

"Ow," Haru says flatly. "She wanted to know what's wrong with the others."

"There are better ways to say it." Momoji huffs before turning to Tohru with a look of concern. "Are you okay, Tohru?"

"Huh? Yeah! Why wouldn't I be!" She squeaks, standing straight. "It's natural! Nothing wrong with it! Perfectly natural! All good here!"

Momoji chuckles, leaning up to pat Tohru on the head. "It's okay to be embarrassed you know? We appreciate how accepting you are, but you just learned that your housemates are in a magic-induced horny haze. You can be embarrassed."

Tohru squeaks again but shakes her head. "No, um, that's not why I'm embarrassed. Really it's not. My mom was a bit wild so I'm really not as innocent with that stuff as people think." She swears as her face grows darker. "It's just..well…I said Kyo growled at me, right?"

Momoji frowns but nods. "Was the cat being a big meanie?"

Tohru shakes her head quickly before her brow furrows in a frown. "No! …Well…I don't know? He said I smelled, but his pupils were blown and he kind of cracked the door frame with how hard he was gripping it. I thought it was a little strange that he didn't fight Yuki dragging him back upstairs, but I was too busy apologizing for apparently smelling, but now I'm wondering…" She makes a dying noise. "No, that's just silly. There's no way."

Momoji and Hatsuharu share a knowing look even if they're both ready to scream if it means these fools will understand.

"Tohru." Momoji starts in one of his rare moments of seriousness. "Why don't you talk to him? Hatori said we're still coherent and able to make decisions, we're just a bit more willing to listen to instinct and our inner desires is all." He smiles. "That was probably his cat trying to get his butt moving." He giggles now when Tohru's face darkens once more.

"Get moving…what?" She blinks. Is there steam coming off her face? It feels like there's steam coming off her face. "Um, uh, what about Yuki?" She jumps, wanting the subject changed. "Hatsuharu said it was weird for him to be acting strange right now?"

Momoji smirks a little but accepts the change. "It is probably his rat throwing the same fit as the cat but for that one grey-haired girl from student council."

Tohru regrets her decision, but is, luckily, saved by the bell as she squeaks a goodbye before running off.

"Talk to him!" Momoji laughs after her.

Tohru doesn't have an answer for her friends as to what happened and why she's still red when she returns to the classroom.

She's not sure she'd be able to tell them even if she could.

~~~

"Oh, welcome home, Miss Honda." Yuki smiles tiredly when she stumbles into the kitchen with grocery bags. "Good day at school?"

Tohru can't help her little squeak as she straightens before nodding quickly. "Yes! Sorry, yes. School was fine. I- um- I talked to Hatsuharu and Momoji though. Um, thank you for helping Kyo back to his room this morning!" She stumbles with a bow.

Yuki blinks in confusion before giving one of his pleasant smiles that even Tohru knows spells someone's doom. "So they told you, did they?"

"Yes, but only 'cause I was worried!" She quickly assures, finally putting the bags on the table. "You all just suddenly started avoiding me and no one would tell me why. …I figured it was zodiac related since it was all three of you so when Hatsuharu asked where you were, I said what was wrong and he told me why…sorry." She mumbles near the end, bowing once more.

Yuki's face changes to surprise before he sighs in defeat. "No, we should have told you somethingat least. Apologies, Miss Honda."

"No! No, you're fine. You were probably just embarrassed, right?" Tohru shakes her head, waving her hands a bit. "Hatsuharu said it's weird for yours to be this late so that probably doesn't help, especially if you were trying to keep it a secret, but um-" Tohru buries her face in her hands as she groans in annoyance at her own stumbling before gesturing at the shopping bags. "I picked up some Pocari and extra food. I wanted to at least pass a note to Kyo about this morning, but otherwise, I'll leave you guys alone. Just let me know if you need me to pick anything up or to pass along any messages or um yeah. Momoji said why yours is probably later than the rat's is supposed to be so just let me know-sorry!" She squeaks when Yuki crushes the water bottle in his hand with that smile back on his face.

"You're fine, Miss Honda. Thank you for these. I just need to have a word with a certain rabbit when I go back next week is all." He smiles, actually grabbing a sports drink and some snacks before heading to the stairs. "As for talking to the cat. I don't know if that's the best idea."

Tohru tilts her head in confusion. "Momoji said Hatori said you guys were still coherent, though?"

Yuki sighs, glaring up the stairs. "This is true, but the cat is still slightly more animalistic because of its other form. As much as I hate to admit it, at this point they'd rather die than actually hurt you and wouldn't do anything against your will, but I doubt you'd be leaving his den." He warns before looking back at Tohru. "So think carefully about what you want to do."

Tohru's face flames red once more as she squeaks, but nods her head. "R-Right! Gotcha!"

Yuki gives another tired smile before heading up the stairs. "I'll deliver these to him then. Have a good night Miss Honda."

"You too!" She squeaks.

~~~

Tohru, as promised, thinks about it.

God does she think about it.

She spends so much time thinking about it, actually, that by the next day, she's slumped over her desk, fighting for her life to keep her eyes open.

"Hey, Tohru?" Uotani frowns as she turns to her during a break. "You good?"

"Your waves seem quite troubled." Hanajima agrees, appearing next to them.

Tohru hopes her face isn't as red as it feels. "I'm fine, just didn't sleep well." Not a lie

"Something wrong?" Uotani asks before a snarl appears on her face. "Do we need to beat up some Sohmas?"

Tohru's too tired to even have much of a reaction. "They didn't do anything wrong, Uo-chan. I just have a lot on my mind." She mumbles sleepily.

Her friends frown at each other but really have no reason not to take her word for it.  

"If you say so." Uotani sighs, kicking her feet up. "Just know you can talk to us though." 

"I know. Thank you." Tohru smiles. "I'm gonna take a little nap before the next lesson. Wake me up when the teacher comes." 

"We shall watch over you." Hanajima smiles. "Sleep well." 

~~~

By the end of the day, Tohru is slightly more well-rested and has a note ready to slip under Kyo's door with a request to talk when he can.

She did have a lot on her mind, that was true, but at one point she had gotten up to use the bathroom and could hear him and was pretty sure she heard her name, and yeah they definitely needed to talk, especially if her suspicions were correct.

She freezes at the bottom of the stairs leading up to Shigure's house, though.

"Am I really considering ruining our friendship over this?" She mumbles to herself. "I do genuinely want to help him if he's struggling as much as it sounded, but will he get mad? …He might run off again."

"Ugh! That is it! I am tired of watching you two dance around each other. It is driving me crazy!" Momoji yells out of nowhere, he and Haru having followed her to see if she went through with it.

"Momoji? What are you-" Tohru yelps when she's suddenly hugged and there's a puff of yellow smoke. "What? Momoji wait!" She calls when a little yellow rabbit is running up the stairs with her note way faster than she can run. "Momoji!"

Hatsuharu sighs as he slowly follows behind the two, ruffling his own hair. "Yuki and Kyo are gonna be mad at us."

"Momoji, wait!" Tohru calls as she sees the rabbit dart around the corner of the stairs before there's a small squeaking noise. "Did you get hurt- oh, thank gods, Yuki caught you." She sighs in relief when she sees the taller boy holding the yellow rabbit by the scruff in one hand and the note in the other.

"Want to explain why we're having rabbit stew a week early." Yuki sighs in annoyance, not looking any more rested and radiating an aura like he might actually follow through with it if he doesn't like the answer.

Momoji is actively trying to get away, for once sensing that he's made a mistake as Tohru flushes red.

"He- um- was going to take my note to Kyo while I was second-guessing myself." She whispers, eyeing the cat's door in question.

Yuki stares at her blank-faced for a moment, glancing at the rabbit then back at her before finally sighing.

"You two can thank me later." He decides, choosing violence as he walks over and slides the note under the door himself.

"Wait, no!" Tohru yells, lunging at it even as she watches it disappear beneath the door and hears a shuffling on the other side. She shoots the two rodents the closest she can get to a dirty look as they head down the stairs before focusing back on the door. "Um, you can ignore it and pretend you never saw it if it makes you uncomfortable! Sorry, I don't know what I was thinking, I-"

"Tohru, I can read." Kyo huffs through the door, sounding amused. "Back up a bit so I can focus though." 

Tohru doesn't understand what her proximity to the door would have to do with anything but backs up to sit against the opposite wall nonetheless. "Sorry." 

"You're fine. Stop apologizing…the rat was right, we should have said something or asked if you'd stay with your friends or something…You heardme?!" He coughs, sounding like he must have taken a drink

"Sorry! I couldn't sleep because Yuki said I should think about what to say before I talked to you and I was thinking a lot so I got up to use the bathroom and I didn’t hear a lot, it was just a moan that I thought sounded like 'Tohru', but could have just been the lack of sleep and wishful thinking and-"

"Wishful thinking?" His voice sounds strained now.

Tohru makes a bit of a dying noise as she hides her red face in her knees. "I'm going to shut up and let you read."

There's a sort of strained chuckle then a few seconds of silence before an actual chuckle.

"So you and the rat are why Shigure busted into my room this morning to throw condoms at me and tell me to man up with no context." Kyo sighs, leaning fully against the door now if the thump was anything to go by.

"He did what?!" Tohru squeaks, face entirely red now before thumping it back against her knees. "He must have been around the corner when Yuki and I were talking. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault he's a fucking perv." Kyo sighs, silent for a moment before he speaks up again. "So what do you want to do? You've apparently already heard my thoughts, but are you sure? I have no clue if I still transform or if there's more curse bullshit or what might happen. And I'm probably still going to be awkward when this is over. You said you're afraid of ruining our friendship, but I'll probably be the one to fuck it up."

"I won't let you!" Tohru declares, smacking the floor in front of her before squeaking again when she realizes what she did. "I mean that won't happen because I won't let things be awkward…or will try not to at least. I really like you, Kyo, but there doesn't have to be strings attached eith-" 

A low growl from the other side of the door cuts off her rambling before there's an embarrassed cough. "Sorry…uh as much as I'm okay with strings, you're right that there shouldn't be-"

"That's not what I meant! I-" 

"I'm the cat, Tohru. As much as you try to change it or ignore it, I only come with bad luck and baggage. It's definitely better if you don't tie yourself to the monst-" 

"Kyo Sohma, if you finish that sentence, I swear to whoever god is-" Tohru warns, pulling out the full name only to be cut off. 

"I'm just saying, you would be better off-" 

Now it's Kyo's turn to be cut off as the door is flung open so he falls back into the hallway, butt-ass naked and in shock, as he stares up at a very angry Tohru. He watches her face turn red in embarrassment, but with the whole animal transformation thing and sharing a bathroom, it wasn't the first time she's seen it and whether this happened or not, he doubts it would be the last. This is probably why she's able to continue. 

"No. Do not even think of finishing that sentence. I will try and probably fail to physically fight everyone who put those thoughts in your head, but I will still try." Tohru huffs with a stomp of her foot and a pout. Even obviously furious, she knows she doesn't look all that threatening. 

She doesn't, but it's adorable and causing an entirely different reaction that he has to watch her eyes dart to when she notices before they widen. 

There's another dying noise. 

"Um, that doesn't usually look like that," Tohru whispers, pointing to what definitely looks like bumps at the base of his dick, and well guess it's his turn to be red. 

"Uh, yeah, you said the rat told you the cat's a bit more animalistic, right?" Kyo mumbles, looking away and wondering why the hell he hasn't gotten off the floor yet to hide in his room. 

"Yeah?" She nods, unable to make her eyes move away. 

"Yeah, well cats usually have barbed dicks, but I guess the cat spirit decided to not be an ass about one thing at least so uh ribbed for her pleasure or however those things are labeled." He explains with a wave of his hand towards the treacherous appendage before he mentally kicks himself for drawing more attention to it. 

"Oh." Tohru blinks, once again wondering if there was steam coming off her face. It finally registers to her that she's staring and she quickly turns around with a squeak. "I'm so sorry!"

Kyo, despite his own embarrassment, can't help but snort at the dork he's fallen for as he finally sits up. "I am literally sitting here with my dick out, but sure." He shakes his head in exasperation before curling in on himself when another wave finally starts hitting. "Fuck, Tohru, I'm sorry to do this but we need to figure this out now because I need to go back in my room ASAP and need to know if the door is staying unlocked. Either way, can you get me more shit from the kitchen?" He groans, already panting again.

Tohru turns back around quickly in concern before she realizes what he means and her face flushes before steeling herself in determination. "If you're okay with it, I'm helping." Being the goofball she is, she bows. "Please let me help!"

If Kyo wasn't fighting with his instincts, he'd probably laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation, but, as things stood, all he could manage was a strained chuckle. "Never thought I'd actually have someone begging to sleep with me."

Tohru's face flames red as she fidgets. "Is that a yes?"

Kyo sighs, but nods. "Yeah. Let me get back in my room so you can make it downstairs." A growl works its way from his throat when he tries to close the door between them. "Lock the door behind you when you come in."

Tohru's already making her way downstairs once the door is closed to gather snacks, water, and energy drinks before rushing, careful not to trip. She barely gets the door open again before she's pulled inside with a yelp and finds herself caged against the door by strong arms as she drops everything on the ground in surprise.

"Kyo!" She squeaks, heat rising to her face once more before she's frozen in place by intense orange, cat-like eyes staring into hers and the sight of fangs catching the light when he seemingly unconsciously runs his tongue over them, and she kind of wants to find out if that's turned cat-like as well and oh that's a new thought.

"Still okay?" He pants, pupils quickly overtaking orange.

She nods, not trusting herself to speak as she forces her eyes to remain on his face.

Have his shoulders always been that wide?

When did he get this tall?

God, she's glad Yuki and Shigure found her in that tent.

"Words, Tohru. Need words." Kyo sighs, fist gripping the wood behind her, and shit his claws were out.

A whine leaves her, but she sighs. "Yes. Still okay."

"Have…have you done this before?"

"No, but I know what to do at least?" She whispers, looking to the floor before her face flames and she looks to the side instead. "Mom didn't trust the school's sex ed so I know how everything works."

"Glad one of us does then 'cause I didn't get shit. Don't think any of us thought I'd get this far." Kyo chuckles in self-deprecation before his eyes widen when Tohru does her little imitation of a glare before kissing him. He's just starting to recover when she finally pulls away to bump their foreheads together. When did her hand end up on his cheek?

"No more of that. Please?" She whispers against his mouth, obviously embarrassed by her own actions.

He nods dumbly, trying to get any version of a brain back online, but then she kisses him again with a whispered thank you, and his cat must have enough of his dumb ass because suddenly there's a squeal and they find themselves in the pile of blankets that Kyo's been calling a bed for the past few days with Kyo hovering above her.  He opens his mouth to apologize and moves to give her some space but notices her hand reach out and suddenly they're both flushed red.

"Um- I-"

She starts to stutter, but her actually reaching out for him was officially the end of his self-control as he cuts her off with a low growl and smashes their lips together in a much rougher kiss than he intended, but she doesn't seem to mind. 

Tohru definitely doesn't mind. She'd rather he be a little rough than continue to be hesitant and skittish about it all and she was pleasantly surprised to find that his tongue was indeed textured. Not in the sandpaper way but definitely something she was hoping she'd get to feel in other places. 

"Kyo~" She whimpers when they finally separate for air. "Clothes. Let me get my clothes off." 

Kyo growls a little at the prospect of moving away from her, but he still makes himself, leaning back to help and outwardly purring when he uncovers her chest before noticing something. 

He tilts his head.

"Is your bra the same color as my fur when transformed?" He finally asks, pleased when he gets to watch the blush travel down to her chest now. 

"As I said, I spent a lot of time thinking about this and I guess that included picking out clothes." She mumbles, picking at the strap a bit. 

The purring grows louder and he leans forward to kiss her again. "I like it." He rumbles, giving another kiss. "Like having my mark on you." 

He's so close right now that even with her dark eyes, he can see how her pupils dilate at that and has to smirk a little. "Like that idea?" 

Tohru has surrendered herself to the fact she's probably going to be permanently embarrassed during this but also doesn't anticipate her body's reactions to certain things. 

"I- um- I guess so?" She nods, trying to look away.

Kyo doesn't let her, gently cupping her face. "No hiding during this. Please?"

She pouts slightly, but nods. It was a fair enough request. "Sorry."

"Thank you." He smiles, kissing her again before moving down to start kissing her neck as he tries to figure out the clasp on her skirt with his claws. Eventually, he just growls. "I'll fix this later." He warns before slicing through the thread of the clasps to get the damn thing off.

"What do you-? Kyo!" She gasps when she hears the thread snap before she's left in her matching panties.

"I know how to sew." He mumbles, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he looks her over with hungry eyes. "Not as well as you, but I'll fix it later."

Tohru opens her mouth to say something, but is quickly distracted by his tongue in her mouth again and can't help but smile a little when she hears the tink of metal on the shelf near them so he doesn't lose it.

It's fine she decides.

"Mmmm~" Tohru moans lightly when she feels claws brush her side, eyes snapping open in surprise and embarrassment to meet equally surprised orange.

"…So don't need to be gentle I guess?" He eventually huffs in surprise.

"Um…no. No, you don't." Tohru mumbles shyly.

Another low growl as he kisses her again. "Noted then." He smirks, before recapturing her mouth as his claws move behind her to figure out the bra now, purring when it pops open and she gasps.

He pulls her bra away, subconsciously stuffing it into a specific spot in his blanket pile as he moves his mouth down to run his tongue over a nipple and purrs when she gasps and arches into the touch.

"Kyo." She gasps, hands moving to his hair on instinct.

Orange eyes flick up to hers as he does it again and the little whine he gets this time makes the purring louder as he continues to lavish attention on her nipples. He has no clue what he's doing really, but something in him is telling him that this Is the right move and the little whimpers and moans coming from Tohru confirm it. It's not long before he gets nippy however and lightly bites at one, earning an immediate moan and tug at his hair that has him moaning as well.

He had to make that happen again.

Kyo growls, laying her on her back once more to move down until he gets to her shyly closed thighs that he shoulders his way between to get her underwear off, purring at the shy little squeak he gets when he manhandles them off.

Tohru knew what she was signing up for, but somehow the fact that she'd be naked in front of him slipped her mind, and mixed with the little display of strength that lets her watch his muscles flex has her flushed down to her chest once more, but she is now way to worked up to actually care beyond covering her face with an arm.

Kyo is too busy trying to get his brain to catch up with what to do with the thing in front of him to notice her hiding, but he apparently takes too long for his cat's liking as he's hit with another wave of need and groans. "Fuck, Tohru. I'm really not going to be able to hold back much longer."

"Then don't." She tells him, peaking down at his shocked expression from behind her arm. "I had an idea of what I might be getting into. Do what you need to." She insists even with her face bright red.

Kyo blinks at her in shock, but there's another spike and a growl before his hands are on her thighs, spreading her legs open and his tongue is licking into her and earning a squeal.

"KyO~ There, do that again." Tohru moans when his currently strange tongue passes over her clit and she almost screams when he sucks on it. "Kyo~!"

A loud purr rumbles through his chest at her sounds as he forces his claws to retract on one hand so he can work a finger where he knows his cock is supposed to go and oh that's gonna feel amazing. The purring only gets louder the wetter and louder she got until he has three fingers inside her and he managed to get her to arch off his blankets when he rubs a certain spot inside her.

"KYO!" Tohru moans, her thighs trying to clamp around his head on reflex, but they barely do anything against his broad muscular shoulders and why did zodiac nonsense have to shove it in her face for her to properly notice him?

Kyo doesn't say anything, a bit too focused on getting more noises out of her until another spike slams into him and he groans.

'Okay, okay, I get it.' He thinks at the cat as he pulls back, giving one long lick to watch her thighs tremble before using the slick coating his fingers to help slick up his cock before two foil packets are tossed at him.

"Use those. We still have to finish school, silly." Tohru pants, having thrown one of the discarded condoms and what was apparently a lube packet from Shigure at him.

Kyo unintentionally scowls, but follows orders, tilting his head a bit at the bumps on his cock as he gives a few experimental strokes. They don’t seem to affect anything so he doesn't hesitate any longer in lubing up his cock and lining up, glancing at her one last time to get a nod before he sinks in, both moaning loudly.

Tohru's legs lock around his hips as he sinks inside, toes curling as the ridges provided by the cat stimulate her more than she was ready for and the knot in her stomach tightens.

Kyo has just enough wits about him to know he should wait when he finally bottoms out, but thankfully for his sanity, he doesn't have to wait long before Tohru Is nudging him with her legs around his hips.

"Move." She gasps, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Please, Kyo."

His pupils slit before swallowing the orange of his eyes once more as he plants his hands on either side of her head, claws digging into the sheets as he growls, pulling almost all the way out before snapping his hips back into the base.

Tohru throws her head back against what she's come to realize is a mound of pillows as he starts up a fast pace, clinging to him as she feels like she's going to fall apart. Her mom had once warned her that she probably wouldn't cum her first time unless she slept with someone experienced, but she really doesn't know if she was going to last and really couldn't complain.

Kyo was in a similar boat, senses currently a live wire, and was already overly sensitive from being multiple days into the mating season already. It was probably a good thing Tohru was so much shorter too because he had the overwhelming need to bite something and this way he could reach the pillows instead.

Or that was the plan anyway before a hand tangled in his hair to pull his head down for a kiss and a purr was dragged out of him when he felt her tongue slip into his mouth this time. It was definitely a welcome distraction until eventually, he felt her hand tighten in his hair.

"Mnnn~ Kyo~ I'm gonna-" Tohru gasps before she throws her head back on a moan and clenches around him as she cums.

Some noise that is probably a yowl rips itself from Kyo's throat as he fucks her through it, his own hips stuttering as he nears his release.

"Toh-ru…gonna- need to-" He growls as he struggles to get the word out and instead bites at the air to try and get his point across.

"…Just make sure I can hide it." She decides, panting and whining as she's kept at the peak.

Kyo's eyes snap down to a spot on her shoulder that her uniform would cover before he's lunging at it, biting down with a growl as he cums hard into the condom, the growl morphing into a purr as he comes back down. He feels Tohru spasm around him again and hopes that means she came again and he didn't leave her hanging as he licks over the bite on her shoulder.

Tohru whines in sensitivity when he finally pulls off to toss the used condom in the nearby trash before somehow still managing to flush red when she pulled close to his broad chest and a blanket is pulled over them.

"Kyo?" She whispers.

"Mine." He mumbles sleepily, holding her closer as a purr vibrates across her back. "Stay."

Tohru manages to look over her shoulder at his sleepy face curiously before smiling as she wiggles around to rest her head on his chest. "As long as you'll have me."

~~~

~Meanwhile, downstairs~

"You are absolutely ruthless when you're interrupted aren't you?" Shigure teases Yuki as they sit at the table during a break in their own cycles.

"Shut up, mutt. I heard you throwing condoms at him." Yuki snips, drinking his tea.

"Can you blame me?" Shigure gasps, slumping against the table. "It was painful to watch."

Yuki hates to agree so simply hums. Shigure wouldn't be the one having to hear them, but it was infuriating to watch them dance around each other. "At least we don't transform during this nonsense."

#fruits basket #fruba #kyo sohma #tohru honda #kyou x tohru #yuki sohma #hatsuharu sohma #momiji sohma #fruba smut #smut #fruits basket smut #kinktober #kinktober 2022

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Shigure Sohma taking f!reader out to eat and teasing her under the table.

A/n: MY MAN! He would do this shit. Sidenote: This takes place after the curse.

It was odd, Shigure never thought that he'd find his happiness in a simple baker, but yet he did. He loved you and the moment the curse broke he showed how much he loved you.

God he loved those little sound's that escaped your lips when he fucked you.

But you've been such a tease lately, teasing him when he had to work. So he was going to take it upon himself to show you that he could do that same damn thing.

It was a nice restaurant, something you knew that you could never afforded before meeting Shigure.The man placing his hand on your lower back as he guided you to a more dimly lit part of the restaurant.

"It look's amazing."

"Anything for my princess."Placing a kiss to your temple, he the pulled out the chair for you. Once everything was situated, once the food was placed you nearly jumped feeling Shigure's hand on your knee.

"S-Shigure! W-what."

Leaning forward, Shigure's eyes darkened as his hand then slipped under your dress as he started to rub your thigh. "Shh, just enjoy this love.."

Biting your lip you slowly nodded your head, a glint appearing in Shigure's eyes as his long and slender fingers pushed your panties aside as he then slowly pushed his panties into your warmth. A small whimper escaped your lips.

"Now, now darling. Not to loud, we don't want people to hear."Shigure's voice was low, you could tell he was doing his best to suppress a chuckle as he continued thrust his fingers in and out of your pussy.

"You're such a good girl for me...I can't wait to get you home. Maybe I'll rip the dress off of you, or maybe I'll just push it up your thighs." The man nearly growled out as his thumb rubbed your clit. "Or maybe I'll just fuck you on all fours."

"S-Shigure please." You whimpered, you were so close though just as you thought you would hit your orgasm the man with drew his fingers as your food was placed down in front of you.

"Enjoy your meal love."

#drabbles #drabble #shigure sohma #shigure sohma x reader #shigure sohma x you #shigure x reader #shigure x you #fruits basket #fruits basket x reader #fruba #smut

[abusedpup]

just thinking about lazily sucking shigures cock ^_^ scrolling on ur phone whilst in between his thighs and slobbering on his tip, not paying much mind to the whimper and whines dripping from the man. although unintentionally, you had been overstimulating him for almost an hour as he had already came 3 times. your mouth didn’t dare to actually sink down onto him or do any real work just because you didn’t feel like it. you had an obvious oral fixation so you just loved having something in your mouth (on this occasion it was shigure). i noticed a lot of people preach for him to be a dom but honestly i see him more as a switch with a sub leaning. he moans and is veryyy vocal so whenever he begins to get too loud you graze your teeth over his sensitive tip slightly to shut him up. (ps this only makes him yelp and moan louder)

hey sorry for never posting im simply not a writer lmfao anyways people don’t appreciate my man shigure enough so i decided to take matters into my own hands :3 also thanks for the support on my last post thats super awesome

#shigure sohma #fruba #shigure yukimi #shigure smut #shigure sohma smut #smut #fruits basket #fruits basket x reader #drabble

[veroniquesboutique]

Kinktober Day 6 - Dubcon/Chastity/First Kiss

For Kinktober day 6!

Shigure Sohma x Female Reader

Content warnings: female reader, dubcon, chastity, sex shaming, virginity, first kiss, grooming, fingering, unprotected, body shots, upskirt, shame/embarrassment

18+ MINORS DNI

More under the cut!

A proper lady is meant to keep her legs closed; you should be able to hold a skittle between your knees. You don’t remember where you heard that phrase before or if maybe you read it somewhere, but it’s the only thing your mind can settle on as your best friend’s dad grips your thighs and pulls as them gently, suggestively as his eyes study your face for a reaction. 

This, of course, was not the goal of your afternoon. You had hiked all the way up the hill to the remote house of your best friend to borrow the notes you had missed in class the other day. With graduation looming in just a few weeks, now was not the time to fall behind. Unfortunately, the flu never waits, and you were down for the count. Fortunately, on the other hand, your friend was gracious enough to let you borrow his notes. 

However, after you huffed and puffed up all the stairs to his house, you knocked on the door and his dad, not your friend, answered it with an air of surprise. Now, Shigure Sohma wasn’t exactly Yuki’s father - maybe uncle was a more appropriate term, you weren’t really sure - but you just never asked for more details on his family situation. You knew Shigure just as you knew all of your other friends’ parents; it was practically the same.

When he saw you, his face changed from pleased surprise to welcoming smile as he leaned against his front door, his eyes darting down your body and back up again before he thought you would notice. 

You exchanged pleasantries and banalities and quick glances at each other and before you knew it, he was ushering you inside because “it was really no trouble at all” and of course, “Yuki would be home soon” he was sure of it and what luck you must have because he “just made too much tea and doesn’t want it to go to waste.” You hated having to entertain adults - it always felt so deeply impersonal, like a performance for their sake - but you just couldn’t say no, so you soon found yourself kneeling at their table with a cup of tea in your hand. 

Continued on AO3...

#cw sex mention #cw smut #fanfiction #kinktober 2023 #veroniquesboutique #x reader #anime smut #fem reader #female reader #fruba 2019 #fruits basket #fruba #shigure sohma #sohma shigure #shigure sohma x reader #x you #x you smut #x y/n smut

[agoldenluckycat]

I can’t stop thinking about Hatori Sohma slowly f*cking me, arm muscles tensing, caging me in between his body and the bed, my legs wrapped around his waist driving him deeper into me and hearing him groan out “…good girl…” as I struggle against the restraints on my wrists that he tied to the headboard.

#hatori sohma x reader #hatori sohma smut #Hatori Sohma #fruits basket #fruba 2019 #hatori x y/n #hatori smut

[cinderella-ish]

Masterpost: Fics by Genre

Angst

Burn Me

Fly on the Wall

Lifeline

Lonely Future

Love Me Not

Same Thing

Drama

Bloom Within Us

Fluff

Welcome Home

Wish

Hurt/Comfort

Baby's First Birthday

Hold Me

Jellyfish in the Water

Melon Splitting

On Top of the World

So Lucky

We Have the Rest of Our Lives

Slice of Life

Don't Be a Stranger

Smut

like the flowers and the bees

#fanfic #fruits basket #furuba #fruba #ao3 #kyo sohma #tohru honda #ao3 fanfic #yuki sohma #machi kuragi #momiji sohma #hiroshi #saki hanajima #arisa uotani #hatori sohma #sad seahorse daddy hatori sohma #mayuko shiraki #my masterlist #my masterpost #masterlist #masterpost #by cinderella-ish #angst #hurt/comfort #fluff #drama #coming of age #romance #smut #slice of life

[jeanswife26]

You KNOW Shigure pre curse break would tie women up when fucking them so they couldn’t touch him. No one can change my mind

#fruba #fruits basket #shigure smut #fruits basket shigure #shigure sohma

[athena-theunicorn]

Tysm @wanderingnightingale I love these games <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 13 atm

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 374,058. That's a shit ton lmao.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Regularly, Zelda, miraculous, and Fruits Basket with a few others sprinkled in.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? "I only like red roses if they're from you" with 643 "Legends of Zelda (and Link)" with 285, "The Silence Between Them" with 179, "The Memories Between Them" with 88 "How To Tame Your Viking" with 77. Eternally grateful.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to reply to every single one. I love interaction so much.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? The current Fruba fic I'm writing rn will most likely not have a very happy ending. In fact, I'm expecting people to be very mad at me.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably The Memories, because it had the most satisfying complete ending. And they finally kissed, thank god.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not on the fics themselves, but on reddit and stuff where I talk about concepts vaguely, I've gotten hate for certain ideas. But even that is pretty rare. Fandom has been so kind to me.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Nope! I read it from time to time if it's in a fic that I otherwise like, but I don't seek it out, and I never write it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? No, but I have entertained the idea of a spiderman/percy jackson crossover. Maybe one day.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No, but I would be open to it if anyone liked my work enough to bother.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, I don't work very well with other people. I only ever bounce ideas off my sister before I put them down.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? Oh so many. But if I had to pick one I would say Pecabeth because I've loved them for years and I could read about them all the time.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? So far I've never abandoned anything. If I post it, I plan to finish it, even if it takes me a few weeks or a year.

16. What are your writing strengths? Probably dialogue. I spend probably concerning amounts of time talking to myself and testing dialogue. I also really like describing things.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? action/fighting scenes. I can never get them actiony-enough and they're always too short.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Percy Jackson. But we don't talk about what the fic was.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written? Probably Against All Gods. It's definitely different from what I've been writing and I love that. It's so shocking and angsty and knjbhjvghcgvhjbk i love it.

I nominate @zelink-stan02 and @farore-or-less no pressure ofc <3

#zelink #legend of zelda #fruits basket anime #tag game

[inazuman]

i'm so late to fmab goddammit it's just like w fruba where i'm gonna write smut for a dead fandom

#alka talking #to be clear it's not stopping me #i'm gonna do it anw LMFAOO

[mylittlesyn]

Rules and More

General Warnings:

𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓓𝓝𝓘 18+ 𝓞𝓷𝓵𝔂

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥

Writing dark content does not mean I condone what is written. Writing it helps me process my own trauma, and I take extra care to portray everything as realistic as possible (within the confines of fiction). This is done to show the harsh realities of the world. In no way shape or form do I condone rape, hard drug involvement, murder, or other illegal activities.

ℜ𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔰 :

I will write head canons, imagines, and will take suggestions for the series ‘The other woman’.

I will write for Naruto, JJK, Tokyo Revengers, and Fruits Basket. Will also now write for certain BNHA characters, like Tamaki Amajiki... Mostly just him and Mirio. There aren’t any characters off of the top of my head I won’t write for for the other fandoms, but I reserve the right to deny requests.

I will especially enjoy requests involving the following characters: Kakashi, Tobirama, Tenzo, Jiraiya, Minato, Geto, Gojo, Sukuna, Yuuji, Nanami, Toji, Naoya, Inumaki, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Baji, Draken, Shigure, Hatori, Kirishima, Shouma, Tamaki, Mirio, Iketeru, Uramichi, Kumotani, and Renji.

I will not write scat, piss, and foot fetish stuff. All others are free game as long as I can see it in my head (meaning I struggle when something seems out of character, like Hatori with noncon).

I will try my best to write accurate portrayals, but I am human and fallible. If I write something that misrepresents something (whether a culture, race, something else), please let me know. I am not intending to offend.

To my lovelies in small fandoms:

Currently the small fandoms I'm in are Raise Wa Tanin Ga Ii, Honnou Switch, I fell into a reverse harem game!, Mr. Bride, Tada no Renai Nanka de Kikkonai, and Uramichi Oniisan. Please feel free to ask for requests, HC, drabbles, w/e. Send me your kinky thoughts, ideas, gush about a character, I don't care. We are too few out here and I want to hear all of it.

#jjk #Naruto #Tokyo REvengers #Fruits Basket #raise wa tanin ga ii #uramichi oniisan #tr #fruba #rwtgi #bnha #mha x you #jjk smut #tr smut #fruba smut

[yourgoodpuppy-moved]

warm, safe, blissful, this is how you'd describe being in the arms of hatsuharu sohma. you've spent the last week loafing in haru's room, running your fingers in each other's hair and sharing each other's innermost thoughts. haru wasn't like the other boys you've dated, he listened. he'd listen and draw circles on your back with his delicate fingers. every move, every word, every look, so deliberate, reminding you that you were the sole recipient of his boundless love. ♡

>> on youtube

#fruits basket #fruba #fruba playlist #hatsuharu sohma #sohma hatsuharu #haru x reader #hatsuharu x rin #hatsuharu x reader #hatsuharu playlist #cow boy #fruits basket fanfiction #hatsuharu smut #hatsuharu fluff #indie vibes #sexy vibes #Spotify

[veroniquesboutique]

Kinktober Day 5 - Collaring / Sweat / Lovemaking

For Kinktober day 5!

Hatori Sohma x Female Reader

Content warnings: female reader, collars, sweating, love bombing, established relationship, face sitting, unprotected, creampie, possessive/possession

18+ MINORS DNI!

More under the cut!

The long weekend vacation at the hot springs about an hour an a half outside of town was his idea, but the delicate, locked collar now adorning his neck was yours. You sat in the warm, warm water where steam was turning to sweat was turning to steam wrapped in his arms, your back pressed against his chest and the two of you floating in the silence of the night time pools. His fingers dance up your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps despite the warmth. Your hands play with the key to his collar, dangerously small, but he trusts you enough to not lose it.

“I feel like this might bring a lot of attention,” He mutters, one of his fingers coming up to his neck and hooking a finger underneath it, pulling at it gently.

“I could always take it off if you don’t like it,” You whisper back, holding up the key for the lights of the hot springs to glint off the metal. 

“I absolutely never said that,” He corrected, pulling again at the collar. “I just mean Shigure is going to have many thoughts to share on the matter.”

He’s right, but that almost makes you feel warm deep down inside, warmer than when you were locking the collar on your boyfriend Hatori Sohma earlier on in the evening. It’s a visual claim to what’s yours. Locking him off to other women - the laundry list of other women Hatori had before you - made your pussy clench a little around air. Making a spectacle of it to his closest friends, his family that knows everything about him except his relationship to you, now that thought would’ve made you drip down your thigh if you weren’t already soaking and sweating in the hot springs. 

“I hope so,” You murmur back, turning your head around to smirk up at him when he stares down at you to check your tone. He smiles back and shakes his head, moving his arms around the soft of your stomach, pressing you against him tighter and forcing the water to make a wooshing sound as you cut through it. You can feel the glide of your skin off of his. “Do you promise you’ll wear that out in public?” You ask, turning your body and hooking your own finger through the thin, small hoop on the front of the collar.

“You have the key. Where I wear it is up to you,” He says matter-of-factly, and you notice how his eyes are resting on your lips and not maintaining eye contact with you. You lick your lips and watch a lazy, drunk smile paint his face. You don’t know if he’s drunk off of you or drunk off the heat, but at this point, those two things look mostly the same. You pull him closer to you by the hoop on the collar, pressing your forehead to his and feeling the sweat that has beaded on his skin drip in the space between the two of you. 

“I want to have you wear it everywhere, Hatori,” You whisper against his lips, and he gives you a moan as he breaks the separation, giving you a harsh, chaste kiss that tastes like salt. As he pulls away, it’s your turn to moan out words. “I want everyone to know who you belong to.”

Continued on AO3...

#cw sex mention #cw smut #fanfiction #fem reader #female reader #kinktober 2023 #smut #veroniquesboutique #fruits basket #fruba #fruba 2019 #hatori sohma #hatori sohma x reader #x you #x reader #hatori sohma x you

[hisgoodpuppy]

going into work, bleh

send me some thirsts & thoughts !

honestly down for whatever. dc, fluff, anything!

UoxoU ♡

#puppy.thoughts #i invite you to send me #ANYTHING #jjk #bnha #tokrev #fruba #sk8 #THIRST #FLUFF #SMUT

[theliterarywolf]

With your disgruntlement over it being the year of the Tiger, bc year of the Ox was better for horny content. Could you rank, and tell us why some of the animals are good for terato content, while others not so much? (Also lol, horny content, bc cows? :D)

Alright, let's see if I can get this out before the New Year (on my end anyway, I know that most of the world and the Eastern US have already welcomed 2022) Well, that plan was a bust!:

On the bottom-most tier we have, altogether, the Monkey, the Pig, and the Rooster. Though you could also look at them from the least-least to the best-least.

Reasoning: Monkey - Outside of Sun Wukong, have you ever seen a sexy monkey? "Oh, what about Candy Kong?" ... Again, have you ever seen a sexy monkey? And, really, ten-to-an-even if someone goes through the trouble of 'oh, I made a Monkey anthro'... Ooh, yay. You made a person. You should have just made a human OC, my guy.

Pig - While Pig-Faced Orcs can be quite scintillating, I have almost never seen pigs used in good smut outside of it being some weight-gain/feederism fetish content?

Rooster - You know, while I can appreciate the occasional sexy avian, I don't think I've ever seen roosters or chickens outside of Beastars. And, really, with Beastars the only attractive characters are Legosi and...

Next we would have the Rat

While I would also say that Rats/Mice don't typically make good erotica bases, you could at least say that girls can look cute with mice ears and tails.

This would be followed up by the Dog. Also, let's add the Cat to this tier because Fruba.

That last caveat I had for the Rat is doubly so with Dogs and Cats. Not only do you have the kemonomimi boon of characters with dog ears/tails or cat ears/tails, you have the potential for terato content via werewolves and their variants/cat-shifters.

Next... This comes down to the flip of a coin... Horse

While this one can be seen as controversial due to people still finding it in them to call fandoms like bronies 'horsefuckers', you have to look at the average furry artist and see that the appeal of that magnum dong or a thick ass is only accenuated with a more anthropomorphized form. Me, personally, I would stick with centaurs and call it a night.

Follow this up with the Ram

I like rams and sheep because, on the one hand you can go with the demure, prey-type character design in your smut or you can go full devotee of Dionysus and have a raunchy, rugged, ravenous faun ready to mount anything that moves.

Next we would have... The Rabbit

Look. Rabbits and Bunnies are sexy. We know this, Hugh Hefner made a whole empire based on this, Rabbits and Foxes are essentially the onaholes of the furry community -- We all know this.

Yet, for all that... While I acknowledge that rabbit motifs can make for good character design, especially in erotica, I can't really recall any monsters that benefit from it. So, really, a good rabbit beastman, a bunny anthro, or those rabbit people from FFXIV are holding up the front.

However, as we go down the highest tiers, the Rabbit is more like the gateway into really good stuff. Like...

The Tiger

Something about the ferocious, muscled, deadly nature of the Tiger lends itself extremely well to the field of character-design. Hence, in addition to tiger anthros which are perfectly fine on their own, tiger beastmen, and oni (thank you other anon for the insight), can make for some nice and spicy content on either the furry or terato side of things. However, they would easily get knocked out by...

The Snake

Nagas. That is all. No, I will not elaborate.

... Okay, fine. Nagas and lamias are just such an alluring monster-type; particularly the prior since they can come in the half-human variant or the fully-reptilian variety.

Not only that, but you get the boon of that naturally seductive manner. As well as hypnosis for all those hypno aficionados out there.

... Oh, also, I guess there's the vore aspect. If you're into that. I'm not, so let's move on to...

The Ox

In this corner..! You have the behemoth of bulk with the titanic throat-tickler! The minotaur!!!

And in the other corner you have the symbols of maternity and bountiful... tracks of land, holstaurs and cowgirls!

You get the best of both worlds with this one and, terato or not, I think anyone can enjoy and support a huge dick or huge tits. However...

The Dragon

How can anyone refuse getting dicked down by a dragon, come o--