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warnings: NSFW🔞, knotting, guided breeding, hybrid puppy satoru and reader (ears, tail, and knot), owner suguru, cucking?, slight dub con (you and satoru don’t know what sex is), threesome elements

when puppy!satoru’s owner, suguru, introduces him to you, he’s ecstatic, tail wagging and thumping on the floor, ears twitching with excitement, the whole works. he lowers himself as to convey that he’s not a threat while he leans in to sniff at your fluffy ear, but before he can even get a proper sniff, your ears pin down, along with your body and you cry out as you hide behind suguru’s legs.

his ears droop into his fluffy hair, he’s so sad that you’re scared of him, likely because he’s much bigger than you. he moves his gleaming puppy dog eyes to look at suguru for guidance or comfort or something but all he gets is a pat on the head and a “just give her time, she’s scared.”

satoru isn’t the most patient pup, and when it comes to you, it’s certainly no different. he wants to do everything with you—play, eat, nap, cuddle while basking in the sun, groom you, and claim your friendship. but no matter how much he tries, you always dart away the moment he steps into the room, tucking yourself safely behind suguru like he’s your personal shield from the big bad wolf.

what frustrates satoru most isn’t just the hiding—it’s watching you melt under suguru’s touch. he’s seen it! you’ll nuzzle into suguru’s lap, tail wagging like you’ve found the most comfortable spot in the world, letting him pet you for what feels like hours.

it’s not fair. he’s a puppy just like you are, maybe a bit older than you but still, why won’t you give him the time of day? every time you lean into suguru’s hand, a pang of jealousy flares in his chest and he pouts all day. he’s determined to win you over, though.

you were adopted for satoru in the first place, a companion to keep him company during the long hours at home while suguru works. but now, satoru’s never felt more lonely. while he spends his days trying to fill the silence, you’ve claimed suguru’s room as your sanctuary, staying there for hours on end until suguru comes home and brings you out.

satoru can’t help but feel bitter when he’s told not to disturb you, that ‘she’ll come out when she’s ready.’ it’s not like he doesn’t understand, but it doesn’t stop the pout from creeping onto his face every time suguru casually reminds him to wait.

but satoru isn’t always a good puppy. he obeyed suguru’s comand at first, but after days of growing frustration, he pushes suguru’s command to the side.

he opens the door to suguru’s room gently, popping his fluffy head in to see you curled up in the middle of the bed, sleeping soundly. a ray of sun is shining on your furry ears as your nose twitches due to whatever dream you’re having. satoru’s will isn’t strong enough to resist a good sunbathing spot, and he’s definitely unable to resist creeping in to get a closer look at you.

you’re a fluffy little thing and you’re much smaller than he is since male hybrid puppies are usually taller and larger than the type you are. he can tell you’re likely younger than he is too, satoru is barely considered a puppy anymore, even if he pouts like one. suguru says that you’re only a few years younger than he is, the perfect fit for him.

satoru understands why you’re so timid—it must be terrifying to be taken from the shelter, placed into a strange home with an unfamiliar human, and to top it off, there’s another hybrid puppy here, one much bigger and taller than you. he can’t imagine how overwhelming all of that must be. but despite your hesitance, satoru can barely contain his excitement. just watching you sleep right now makes his tail wag so fast it practically spins as his ears stand at attention.

slowly and gently, he crawls onto the bed, pausing each time you whimper in your sleep, until he’s lying on his side beside you, facing you. just as he starts to relax, closing his eyes to bask in the warmth of the sun, a soft cry comes from your lips, and he feels the bed tremble beneath him. you must have woken up.

when he opens his eyes, he sees you still in the same spot, but now you’re trembling, your small body shaking with a primal fear. soft whines escape your throat, each one laced with distress, as your wide, panicked eyes lock onto his, like you’re trying to gauge whether he’s a threat. your scent shifts, sharper now—raw and unsettled.

his face shifts into an expression of defeated sadness, his ears drooping low, but even that small movement makes you flinch. he hadn’t even touched you—he was simply lying beside you. he thought you’d understand that if he were truly a threat, he would’ve already sunk his teeth into your neck while you slept, the most vulnerable state you could be in. but he hasn’t hurt you. so why are you still so terrified?

as he watches your trembling, frozen curled up form, his tail can’t help but betray him. despite the sadness in his eyes and the ache in his heart from seeing you so scared, it wags uncontrollably, thumping softly against the bed. he’s doing his best to stay still, to not move in a way that might frighten you further, but his body is overwhelmed with excitement just being so close to you. no matter how much he tries to hold it back, his tail keeps wagging, a clear sign of how desperately he wants to be near you, even if you’re terrified.

you seem to catch sight of the movement of his tail, your eyes flickering toward it with a flash of puppy-like curiosity, but that curiosity quickly fades, buried under the fear that still holds you. but that flicker makes satoru’s own curiosity perk up. he lowers his head even deeper to the bed, pressing the side of his face into the soft surface, his neck exposed in a silent gesture of submission. he’s hoping that by getting as low as he can, he might spark that same puppy-like curiosity in you once more, inviting you to see that he means no harm. he watches you closely, hoping you’ll notice, waiting to see if you recognize the vulnerability he’s offering as a sign of trust.

you do notice his gesture, but the fear still holds you tightly. your hands are clenched into fists against your chest as you remain frozen in the same position on your side, too scared to move or respond. even if you were able to, having been alone in a shelter your entire life, you aren’t sure what he’s wanting from you.

minutes stretch on in the heavy silence, but satoru doesn’t pull back. he stays there, determined to let you get used to his presence, showing you that he means no harm.

slowly, your trembling begins to subside, and seeing the shift, his tail starts wagging faster, a sign of his infatuation. but the movement startles you, and you flinch, letting out a soft cry of fear, growing exhausted with the constant fight or flight in your body. desperate to soothe you, satoru tries with all his might to stop the wagging, his face scrunching up in concentration as he desperately wills his body to stay still.

the moment he hears a giggle, everything changes. his eyes snap open, wide with surprise and curiosity, drawn to the sound like it’s the most wonderful thing he’s ever heard. you seem to think his scrunched up face is funny. it fills him with a rush of happiness so intense that his tail can’t contain itself—it begins to wag wildly, too fast to control. surprisingly, you don’t seem bothered by it at all. in fact, he notices your gaze locked on his tail, as if you’re completely mesmerized by its movement.

one of your hands makes a small, hesitant move toward the direction of his tail behind him, but you flinch, your eyes darting to his face before quickly pulling your hand back to your chest. satoru has to fight every instinct not to whine, desperate for you to touch it if that’s what you want. when you finally realize he won’t make any potentially scary, fast moves if you do, you slowly sit up to sit on your heels and reach your hand toward his tail again, the tentative movement full of careful curiosity.

his tail only thumps harder as your hand moves closer, the anticipation building. your fingertips brush against the soft, furry white hair, almost as if you’re admiring it, and he can’t help but blush. seeing you grow more comfortable with the touch, you cautiously wrap your hand around his tail, giggling again when it tries its hardest to wag within your hold.

after a gentle moment of you softly playing with his tail, as if exploring it, it unexpectedly wraps kindly around your forearm. the sudden movement makes your eyes widen and your face flush sheepishly. you gently release his tail, lying back down on your side, but this time, you don’t seem scared. instead, you blink at him, watching curiously as you take him in without the distortion of fear clouding your eyes.

as much as a blissfully eager satoru wants to stay awake and savor the moment of you observe him, the sun’s gentle warmth spreads over his body, pulling him into a haze of comfort. the soft bed beneath him feels too inviting, and before he knows it, his eyelids grow heavy, surrendering to the peaceful embrace of sleep.

when he wakes, he feels your nose gently sniffing at his neck, soft and hesitant, as if you’re trying not to disturb his sleep but can’t help being curious about him. he’s relieved you don’t notice when he subtly shifts, offering his neck to you just a little more, a silent invitation. you seem to respond to this, your hybrid instincts recognizing the submission, and your nose brushes against his warm skin as you inhale deeply, exploring every inch of his soft neck to capture the full range of his scent. after taking in his neck, you lean down to sniff his clothed chest, only to return to his neck again as if to double check.

if satoru were a cat, he’d be purring contentedly. he finds himself enjoying the sensation of you exploring him, the attention soothing him in a way he hadn’t expected. he melts into the feeling, his eyes closing gently in relaxation, letting himself fully absorb the moment.

when he feels the tentative swipe of your small, wet tongue against his jugular, satoru can’t suppress the soft, happy whine that slips from him, his lower body responding with a twitch of excitement. it’s clear you’re a curious pup, eager to smell and taste him as if trying to understand the full scope of him better, and the gesture fills him with an unexpected sense of being cherished.

you seem to have interpreted his whine as a signal to stop, even though you’re certain you didn’t hurt him with the soft lick. still, you assume he didn’t enjoy it, so you pull away, lowering your chin again, hoping he won’t be upset with you. when satoru opens his eyes and sees you cowering, guilt floods him. he moves toward you, ignoring the flinch you give him, and slowly, carefully, he leans into your space.

you immediately begin to whine under your breath, expose your neck to him, eyes squeezed shut, and a pout on your face. it’s clear you’re interpreting his approach into your space as a sign of dominance since he’s such a big wild looking hybrid, bracing yourself for what you think might come next.

but he doesn’t bite you. instead, he takes a deep sniff of your neck before running his long, wet tongue in a slow, deliberate stripe from your collarbone to your ear. the sensation makes you shudder, your brows furrowing into a pout as one of your hands brushes against his chest that’s leaning into you.

he leans back slightly, watching your reaction closely, trying to gauge your expression to make sure you understand his unspoken message—that you’re allowed, even encouraged, to lick, touch, or sniff him as much as you want, and he won’t hurt you.

you wear a flustered, surprised expression, and he chuckles softly, playfully nudging your jaw with his nose. he knows you might see him as a potential leader of the ‘pack,’ but that doesn’t matter to him—he’s not interested in asserting dominance. all he wants is for you to feel safe around him so you can spend time together.

you nudge him back very softly with a small smile before you give his jawline a gentle lick in acknowledgement.

he smiles in utter appreciation, accepting your lick with pride. your eyes take in his face, confirming for the last time that he’s harmless before suddenly— without warning, you push him down onto his back, basically jumping on top of him with your face shoved into his neck. the sudden shift catches him off guard, and he lets out a surprised grunt when his back hits the bed, stunned by your sudden playfulness.

you’re straddling him, your nose buried in his neck, ears, hair, shoulders, and chest, as if you can’t get enough—whining in poorly contained excitement that’s impossible to hold back. he feels your tail curl around his upper thigh, your hands placed on either side of his body, pressing into the bed. he’s in pure bliss, loving every second of it as you switch between sniffing and licking, both of you with your eyes closed in contentment, as if you’re grooming him or simply showering him with affection.

you seem to lose yourself in his taste, licking every inch of his neck, some strokes gentle, others a bit more intense. then, you move to his jawline, then the side of his face. his eyes flutter open when you simply kitten lick over his lips just briefly with the tip of your tongue before retreating to his collarbones for the more thorough licks, a hint of shyness creeping in when it comes to his lips.

his shirt is in the way, preventing you from getting to his bare chest, but your impatience and affection drive you to move back up, eagerly retracing the spots you’d already wetted. you even add a few playful nibbles, and he can’t help but hum with amusement, tilting his neck toward you in silent encouragement, urging you to continue.

eventually, you begin to slow down, likely growing tired, and in response, he starts to lick you back, offering his own gesture of thanks.

you groom one another for what feels like hours, until your scents are combined completely and you both fall asleep cuddling in the sun with a newfound sense of companionship.

now, you won’t leave him alone, but he’s not complaining. wherever he goes, you’re right behind him, or directly in front of him. if he sits, you plop yourself right into his lap, curling up against him. when he lies down, you’re right there on top of him, taking up every inch of his space. even when he wakes from a nap, you stretch dramatically in a downward dog, purposely pushing into him and knocking him over before taking the opportunity to collapse right back onto him, drifting off to sleep once more. mealtime doesn’t escape you either; you’re always right by his side, mirroring his every move. and when he’s bathing, you’re there too, splashing around, your puppy instincts kicking in as you even use your tongue to ‘help’ him clean, despite the soap and water in the mix making you stick out your tongue in disgust.

playing together is easily one of your favorite times of the day. you both often wrestle, chase each other in a playful mock predator-prey game, tackle little puzzles suguru sets up before he leaves, and do so much more, always finding new ways to have fun.

just like every other day, like routine, you’re now wrestling on the living room floor after a long nap together. satoru always takes it easy on you since you’re a younger pup and much smaller, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he accidentally hurt you. but satoru likes to play rough, it’s not his fault, it’s instinct, he just wishes you didn’t perceive it as a real threat.

but as he’s got you pinned down, one of his play bites causes you to whine in fear, triggering your prey like instinct, and you immediately squirm out of his hold to roll onto your back and expose your belly. you pull your shirt up to your ribs and tilt your neck, wearing a tightly close eyed expression. seeing this, he grows a bit frustrated realizing it’s not apart of playtime— you’re offering submission once again.

he growls lowly under his breath as he leans into your exposed tummy, his growls continuing as his tongue gently licks at your soft skin. it’s his way of expressing frustration with your constant need to show him you’re submissive, a non-threat to his dominance, all while still trying to convey his affection.

he wants you to see him as your equal—you’re friends. friends who can wrestle, play, and play bite each other without the fear of one being seen as a looming, dangerous wolf. even if he might seem that way next to you, he wishes you could see past the size difference and realize that, at heart, he’s just another playful pup like you.

you whine and whine, your tummy twitching as he licks at it, but when your legs shift open mid-lick, his head tilts in slight confusion. he pauses, sitting up to observe the movement and make sense of it. you’re lying on your back with your legs open, your underwear exposed, since you usually only wear one of suguru’s large shirts with his scent on it and a pair of underwear—after all, you never really leave the house anyway.

he sniffs the air, curiosity piqued when he notices the sudden change in the aroma of the room, and follows the scent with his nose leading him, down to your underwear, where a damp patch catches his attention. his confusion deepens when you whine softly, your body reacting to the sensation of his nose brushing against it. it’s an intense scent, one that smells like the purest form of you, and it stirs his instincts to want for a taste.

so, he listens to his desire, lapping at it without much thought since he’s already groomed nearly every inch of you during your sunlit cuddles. as soon as he does though, you gasp, whining louder, instinctively pushing your hips closer to his face, urging him to continue. but you don’t need to ask—satoru is more than eager to taste this new part of you, to indulge in your scent and flavor until he gets full on it.

he grows quickly unsatisfied with his position beside you, leaning down with his face in between your legs. he maneuvers himself until he’s lying on his tummy and his face is stuffed into your undies instead, all while never allowing your clothed folds to be without his constant tonguing for one second.

any thought of why he even started licking your tummy in the first place is gone just as quickly as his instincts kick in and his unneutered cock twitches to life.

he’s slathering at the, now translucent, gusset of your panties in every way he can, soft and slow, long and hard, quick and short— and you seem to love it. you’re whimpering and crying out in a way he’s never heard from you before, your hands gently pawing at his hair and ears, massaging them as if you’re expressing your gratitude for what he’s doing.

your legs begin to shake, and even though he’s thoroughly lost in you, he grows a bit concerned and he pulls his head away, only to grow surprised when you whine out loudly in protest and push his head back into the in between of your legs to continue. his dominant wolf instincts makes him growl when forced into any position by a puppy like you, no matter how much he likes you. you whine a bit in frustration before slowly sitting up and leaning down to eagerly nuzzle and lick his face, as if to tell him, ‘i’m sorry, it just feels so good, i can’t help myself.’

he accepts your unspoken apology with closed eyes, enjoying the feel of your tongue on his face before returning to your needy pussy, his actions driven purely by instinct, as if it’s his duty to fulfill what his submissive puppy desires from him while simultaneously indulging his own yearning for the taste of you.

when your panties became so thoroughly soaked from his slobber that they grow loose, his tongue incidentally nudges it to the side, and that first slide of his tongue on your bare, sticky, throbbing labia makes you both moan loudly.

your grip on his ears almost hurts as he explores your folds with his mouth and very wide, curious eyes. he looks like a kitten tasting milk for the first time.

his tail is flicking and thumping energetically behind him, like a drumbeat of pure joy, as he feasts. his hands instinctively move to push your thighs painfully apart as to gain as much access as he can. he’s whimpering against you, caught between delight and pain because his cock is throbbing agonizingly but he doesn’t understand why.

satoru just won’t let up, not needing any kind of break with such a strong stamina that something akin to fireworks erupt within you. you release the loudest, messiest cries he’s ever heard, a slick, gooey pool leaks out of you while your pussy twitches. neither of you realize yet that you’ve just experienced an orgasm.

he’s never licked something up so fast in his life, ignoring the sounds of overstimulation coming from you. when you tug harshly at his hair, trying to pull him away, he growls fiercely, latching his mouth fully onto your entire labia and suckling it as if to claim ownership, making it clear you have no control in the matter. even he’s shocked by the intensity of his desire to assert his dominance.

he shoves his tongue deep into your body with his mouth still attached. he surprises himself when he breaches your hole because he didn’t even know you had one apart from your lower hole. he simply followed the source of the yummy slick and pushed past your entrance with one big push.

he grows addicted to the feeling of your bumpy walls against his long muscle quickly. he’s suckling on your labia and clit with his entire mouth as his tongue writhes around inside of your hole, all while his eyes roll back into his skull. he doesn’t even mind the way you’re squirming under him because nothing could unlatch the hold his jaw has on you now.

you feel completely claimed in every part of your physical being. you’re unable to decide if you fucking love feeling owned by the larger dominant wolf or if you want him to stop and give you mercy because of how sensitive you are. your legs are twitching and so limp that you’re unable to hold them up even if satoru’s hands weren’t holding them down.

eventually, he starts to feel guilty seeing the clear exhaustion on your face, so he releases his grip, slithering his tongue out of your hole and exposing the indents of his teeth. as he sits up, your legs snap shut hard. when he tries to lean in, nuzzling the side of your head in an attempt to show affection and regret for going too far, you push him away with a soft whine, causing him to pout in response.

eventually, after he whines and paws at your back enough, you allow him to lie behind you, curling into your back and holding you close. he doesn’t fully understand what just happened or what it means, but he feels an unshakable bond with you and an even stronger urge to protect you. the only downside is the throbbing, painfully persistent hard-on he’s left with— an irritating feeling until it finally subsides.

after that life altering moment where satoru unknowingly ate your pussy to completion and then more, he seemed to have unlocked your heat.

satoru’s ear flops as his head tilts in confusion, his curious, bright eyes fixed on you as you move strangely in front of him—stretching deliberately and even pressing your ass into his space a few times. you’re just as baffled as he is, unsure why you feel so hot and needy or why you’re desperate for satoru to be as close to you as possible.

you let out a frustrated whine when satoru continues to ignore your attempts at whatever it is you’re trying to convey, because he genuinely has no idea what you want. it starts to grate on him, until he finally lets out a low growl to make you stop, even if it leaves you looking a little dejected. feeling a twinge of guilt, he gives your leg a quick lick as a quiet apology before laying back down.

it’s only when suguru comes home and finds you on all fours—back arched and an unmistakable look of painful need on your face—that satoru perks up, finally paying closer attention now that suguru is here to notice your strange behavior and potentially give him context clues.

suguru rubs at your ears as he kneels in front of you and you keen into his palm happily as he tuts at you, “someone’s finally ready to mate.” satoru has no idea what that means, but it seems to be a good thing because your owner has a happy look on his face.

before satoru fully processes what’s happening, suguru is guiding both of you into your room and toward your shared bed. he gently lifts your standing form into a bridal hold, like you’re extra fragile right now and lays you down before encouraging you to settle into that same doggy position. he huffs in amusement and coos when you nuzzle into his touch, like you’re showing him appreciation for taking care of you, even though you don’t even know how he’s planning to alleviate that irritating heat within you.

with care, suguru pushes up your oversized shirt until it’s pooling on your mid section and slides your panties down your legs, revealing the area satoru had devoured just the day before. the sight and your scent growing ever stronger makes his cock jump at the memory.

suguru glances at satoru with an expectant look, lightly tapping your ass cheek a few times. satoru blinks in confusion, unsure of what’s being asked of him. after a few more encouraging taps and a gentle “come on, boy, come here,” satoru hesitantly moves closer to your behind, nosing at suguru’s hand as it taps your ass, as if to ask for clarification. he gives a few tentative licks to it with eyes on suguru, waiting for a telling gesture or command. he explores down to the familiar space between your legs, drawing on his experience from the other day to try and interpret suguru’s command. when your whine fills the room at the sensation and suguru praises him with a warm “good boy,” his tail wags enthusiastically, and his ears twitch in delight.

“wait—up, up!” suguru commands encouragingly before satoru can lean back in to lick it again. satoru’s confused but he still attempts to obey. he shifts to hover over your body, his hands planted firmly on the bed beside yours as his chest presses against your back.

“yes! good boy!” suguru praises the second satoru gets on top of you, “make her feel better, satoru. you can do it, smart boy.” suguru gently pulls satoru’s sweatpants down before sitting back and watching expectantly.

satoru turns back to you, nuzzling the side of your head before using one hand to gently pull your hair aside, wanting to see your face from the side he’s leaning on. he studies your expression, trying to gauge how you’re feeling about all of this confusing stuff, and when you turn to look at him, the pout on your face makes him give you a sympathetic whine. he softly licks your cheek, sensing your discomfort which in turn, brings him discomfort.

he nuzzles his face against yours to comfort you, and you rub back sweetly. but then, you start to rub your behind against his bare cock hanging between his legs and his ears perk up at the feeling.

“thaaats it satoru,” suguru praises, making satoru’s tail wag, “you know what to do.”

his hips begin to grind against you, sloppily rubbing his cock onto your thigh, ass, and sometimes brushing against your labia. he quickly becomes aware of how mildly pleasant the sensation is, and he can tell you’re enjoying it as well, especially when he rubs at the wet soft place between your legs. he tries his best to aim at that spot, hoping he can help you feel better somehow like suguru is encouraging him to do so.

satoru’s gyrating hips start to grow harsh as he lets out hums into your ear. yearning for more, his escalation makes you whimper, bracing your hands against the sheets to keep yourself up and steady.

that’s when satoru feels suguru’s hand around his semi hard cock, aiming his tip until its just barely nudged into your folds and saying little words of encouragement to start ‘mating’ with you, whatever that means. but it seems satoru doesn’t need to know the definition for his dick to penetrate your hole, because you and suguru do it for him— suguru uses one hand to push satoru’s ass towards you and you back up harshly until satoru’s fully mounted within your warm embrace.

satoru’s eyes roll back as your tongue lolls out and you both begin to pant in euphoria, feeling completely connected and relaxed. satoru’s cock starts to grow larger, slowly and steadily with every pulse of your pussy around it. neither of you notice as suguru coos and places satoru’s large hands directly on top of your small ones as if to connect you even more.

after that initial overwhelming wave of connection, satoru looks at suguru with a mix of confusion and a hint of panic, unsettled by the unfamiliar feeling and afraid of the unknown. meanwhile, you’re consumed by the heat of your cycle, focused only on the horny itch burning within. suguru chuckles, pats his head a few times, and reassures him that he’s okay, easing most of satoru’s worry.

despite satoru’s confusion, you don’t remain locked unmoving for long. his instincts take over as his anxiety passes and his body responds on its own, his tail curling around you in a protective, possessive way as his hips take a mind of their own.

every hump quickly accelerates the pace of his cock hardening and lengthening within you, as if your suctioning walls are so tight that they’re pulling his foreskin back and forcing the sensitive inches within to be exposed. after two strokes, he’s fully erect and stretching your little hole deliciously.

he ruts into you like a starved animal, like his dna is suddenly overtaken by his wolf genes as you go back and forth from moaning loudly in satisfaction, to turning your face to lick at his face in appreciation. you take his hammering into you like a champ, even when his weight crashes down on you and you fall flat. he humps you the whole way down until he’s crushing you underneath him and snaking his arms around your lower midsection as to push you up into him to meet his thrusts even deeper, if possible.

now in a prone bone position, you’re drooling out a continuous stream of spit down your face as he bares his teeth and growls. his own drool drips out of his mouth and down onto your face to join yours on the sheets. his entire cock is barely even exiting your warm embrace, only a few sticky inches are meeting the cool air of the room before pummeling back into you, over and over.

after only a few minutes, satoru’s teeth take a deep bite into your neck, unable to cope for much longer with your pleasure hole strangling his dick, causing you to cry out and tremble in utter submission. your hands fist the sheets, your toes curl, and you groan loudly as you feel something begin to stretch your entrance even wider, as if the base of his cock is growing inside of you. satoru begins to growl and whine louder at this, growing frustrated when his knot grows so large inside that it’s catching on your vacuuming walls and prohibiting him from exiting you.

his bite penetrates a bit deeper into your fleshy neck and suguru has to tap his nose with a stern reprimand to ‘be careful with her,’ making satoru growl but still obey and give the mark a quick, soothing lick before sinking his teeth back into you— but this time, to your shoulder. he’s trying desperately to pull out so he can push back in again but it hurts the both of you to do so, so he simply does what he can. he ruts into you without disengaging; his tip is just smudging against your cervix like a sloppy kiss.

since his knot began to grow, the feeling of foreboding pleasure grew with it, and it seems you’re synced with him because one of your hands is fisting his hair and ears that are fully pinned to his head while the other is digging your nails into his hip as it clenches and relaxes with every hump. his tail that was wrapped around your body moves to wrap around your arm and your own tail rubs at the inside of his thigh.

the sharp latch he has on your shoulder is tight, and when he shoots that first load of cum from the tip of his cock, bullseye right into your welcoming uterus, he pushes into you as deep as he can go and freezes as he groans loudly into your shoulder. you let out a breathy, whiny, drawn out ‘ahh!’ everytime you feel a hard spurt of hot cum being inserted inside of your tummy. your own orgasm crashes over you in tandem with your new mate, making your body shake violently, the only thing keeping you still being satoru’s very strong grip on your midsection and his weight pushing you down.

“good girl~” suguru praises you as he rubs behind your ears that twitch with every load of puppies satoru breeds into you, “milking your mate so good, doing such a good job. i bet that feels good, huh? satoru’s making you feel allll better~”

suguru simply laughs when satoru gives him a mean warning growl when he keeps rubbing at your ears for longer than he prefers him to. suguru knows he won’t bite him; satoru’s feeling a burst of affection for you due to being within the midst of his first orgasm, making him even more protective than he usually is.

the breeding part of this drags out for much longer than the actual fucking part of it did, satoru’s releasing so much cum every few seconds that you can feel it sloshing around inside of you at the very end of your tunnel, only kept inside by the plug of his knot. your pussy is starting to ache, being stretched so wide for so long. your whines and hands beginning to push at his hips expose your growing discomfort, making satoru’s instinct to protect you kick in and attempt at pulling out.

you both hiss in pain when he tries, his knot is still much too large to pull out of you just yet since he’s still letting out the last drops of his final load. even suguru cringes in pity, uttering a, “oof that must hurt.”

satoru sympathetically rubs and kneads at your lower belly as he continues to hold you still against him for your own sake. he unlatches his teeth from you just so he can lick long comforting swipes along your neck, shoulder, and face as to hopefully distract you from the pain you’re obviously in, due to his knot.

you start to weakly lick at him back with exhaustion in every atom of your body and it escalates into you just tonguing eachothers tongues and licking into one another’s mouths with relaxed closed eyes, basking in the connection of one another and the afterglow. the accidental making out takes your mind off of the agony of his swollen knot within you enough so you can breathe and neither of you can even hear suguru cooing at your kissing, calling you guys ‘just adorable!’

after minutes of sweet, slow, sloppy kisses, satoru’s knot deflates enough to pull himself out of you with only a wince, making his slobbery cock flop down to swing softly and heavily between his legs.

satoru is tired, but you’re utterly spent, pussy pulsing rhythmically as if to start the process of cooking up his little white haired, blue eyed puppies. despite your exhaustion, all you feel is relief— relief that satoru managed to scratch that horny agonizing itch. for now.

satoru’s primal need to clean you up after mating with you kicks in as he knees open your legs and leans down before shoving his face been your legs. your toes curl as you gasp and squeak, fisting the sheets harshly to cope with his long tongue lathering up and down your labia to scoop up the goo that’s escaping.

suguru snickers to himself in amusement, “what a gentleman.”

but when you reach over and grab at suguru’s arm, giving him big puppy eyes, silently pleading with him, he coos at you with a kiss to your cheek before pulling satoru away from your legs, “thaat’s enough. no more licking, satoru.”

satoru pouts as he’s pulled away but due to his fatigue, he allows it this time, and collapses onto your side ready for a long nap with his new companion.

suguru huffs with a smile as you pull at his hand in attempt to make him lie with you. he shouldn’t, because laying in your puppies’ bed is not good for training but, how could he say no to his new puppy? he gives in with a long hum and sits with his back to the bed’s headboard and rubs at your head in his lap before moving down to your shoulders, even down to your lower tummy to rub sweet circles on it.

when suguru’s hands begin to slide his oversized shirt up your body until it settles at your collarbone, you arch up into his touch as you give his arm a lick in affection. his hands glide over to caress your bare tits and he hums approvingly, “these are gonna feed your puppies, baby. gonna get alll swollen. are you excited to have satoru’s pups?”

lost in the euphoria of his huge, lanky hands enveloping and fondling your fleshy chest, you whine and nod in his lap as your hands skim over his cold ones, agreeing despite the fact that you’re not completely sure what he’s talking about.

“of course you are,” suguru smiles down at you before picking you up from under your arms just enough so he can maneuver himself to lie on the side of your body opposite of a sleeping satoru.

your ears flick happily when your owner lies beside you, his elbow propping him up with his head leaning on his hand so he can look down at you. satoru is curled onto your other side, sweatpants halfway down his thighs and snoring softly into your neck with arms loosely around your hips.

“she’s your mate now, satoru~” suguru whispers at an unconscious satoru as he uses his free hand to briefly rub at his ear, “she’s making your puppies in her belly right this very second. what a goood puppy, hm?”

suguru admires the sight for a beat before he leans down and pecks your lips. you’re completely surprised, and a flutter of delight bursts inside of you. he’s never done this before, you had just shared your first ‘kiss’ with satoru a moment ago, and the feeling of your owner that you love so much showing you affection in this way makes you so happy.

you begin to mock his peck, giving him more kisses back with sweet hums. you’re so distracted with it, that you don’t notice suguru guiding sleepy satoru with his free hand to latch onto your nipple until you feel his entire mouth envelop it with a rhythmic suction.

you gasp against suguru’s lips at the feeling and your legs twitch along with one of your ears. suguru shushes you soothingly and pulls back from your lips, watching you sharply as you blink down at satoru. his eyes are closed blissfully, and he’s sucking on it like it’s in his nature to do so.

it’s oddly comforting, despite the occasional graze of his sharp canines, and you find yourself humming softly and letting your head rest back on the bed to bask in the feeling.

“aww, you like that?” suguru coos, using his free hand to reach and move some of your hair away from your face before reaching down and rubbing a few fingertips along the edges of your other breast. goosebumps race down your body and you whimper, back arching into his touch and making satoru whine in protest of the movement. satoru grasps harder onto your hips to steady you in his sleep so he can suck your tit easier.

suguru leans down and presses a soft kiss beside your nipple and his eyes stay locked on yours as he does it. then, he starts to pepper kisses all around your breast and chest. it feels like an appreciation ritual, like he’s worshipping you.

his hand that was holding his head up before snakes between the bed and your mid back to rub at it and encourage you to arch as his kisses turn into wet, open mouthed ones that involve a lot of tongue. your breathing grows deeper and faster as his tongue leads to your free nipple.

but just when you think he’s going to latch on like satoru is, he moves away and kisses towards the other direction, making you whine in protest as your hand instinctively and softly paws at the back of his warm neck.

“want me to suck on it?” he questions you in mock curiosity, his hand that’s not under you moving to rub up and down the inside of your inner thigh.

you nod hastily, a prominent pout on your face that’s tainted heavily by the undeniable m euphoria you’re feeling from satoru’s relentless suckling.

suguru leans up to your face and moves his nose against yours in a eskimo kiss before rasping, “anything for my puppy.”

you sigh deeply in relief and your head falls back against the bed when he leans down and closes his eyes as his lips finally latch on. your abdomen twitches and your pussy pulses at the constant, wet suction they’re using on your sensitive nipples.

your hands move to tangle gently into the backs of each boys hair, massaging them sweetly as they each nurse on you, despite the lack of milk.

it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep to the sound of constant ‘chu!’ filling the room and the comforting sensation that comes with it.

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..yeah..ima see myself out

#jjk smut

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jjk fandom i am begging you to help me find a fic.

it was puppy!satoru x reader x suguru smut where the reader was also a puppy and gojo and reader were both unaware of what sex was until reader goes into heat and suguru (their owner) makes them mate

i accidentally unliked it and cannot for the life of me find it but it was such a good fic

#jjk #puppy!reader #x reader #fic finder

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this is so good i’m so in love

NSFW alphabet with ekko

word count: 1.8k

CW: fem! and afab genital language used for reader, very light bondage, explicit (self explanatory), can be read as black reader!

A/N: thank you all so much for the support!! i know Arcane ending has us all in shambles rn so enjoy this piece from my drafts, because i'm sure after season 2 we all need a pick me up 😭

smut below the cut! ⬇️

A- aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Ekko is very diligent about cleaning you up- you never even have to tell him. He makes sure everything is okay with you that the both of you are clean and comfortable-he wipes you down with the towel, puts your bonnet on for you and brings you a fresh set of pajamas if you want them. and afterwards, he loves to gather you in his arms and just hold you, sometimes rocking gently and it always lulls you into the deepest sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: hands. he loves how flustered and out of character he can get you just by touching you, just by using his hands and then being soft and tender to you with them after.

Yours: the whole lower portion of your body. DONT GET ME WRONG, he loves every inch of you without a doubt... except he shows a liiittle extra attention to your thighs, ass and hips.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He doesn't have much of a preference, but he always makes sure to ask you where you want it. If you two aren't using protection though, he automatically pulls out. There was one time though, where the both of you were close and he went to pull himself out, but you ushered his hand away and squeezed around him. He weakened immediately, cumming right then and there. Needless to say, he still gets all flustered thinking about that day.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

really wants to try a thigh job. your thighs are just so soft, and plush, and when you let him lay his head on them, his mind can't help but wander to how heavenly it would feel to be tucked between them and- yeah. when he finally tells you, you absolutely let him- and he can't stop thinking about it for dayssss after.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He hasn't had much time to fool around past third base give his circumstances, we so he's not very experienced. But you two are figuring it out together! And with you, it all just seemed to come natural for him.

F = Favorite position

When y'all are going a slower, more passionate route, cowgirl for sure. He loves holding your waist firmly, grinding your hips together at a torturously slow rhythm. He also loves being able to watch your pretty face twist up in pleasure whenever you get close or he rolls his hips just right. Feeling your thighs tremble atop his when you near your orgasm always sends shivers down his spine, pushing him to chase both of your climaxes like the last lap in a race.

when y'all are being rough and impatient, backshots/doggystyle. his iron grip on your bare skin, pulling on your waist with both hands. and if you got a big booty he'll press his thumbs into your lower back, just above the shelf as he fucks into you- swallowing and breathing all hard, focused, all of the above.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can get serious if it's intense, but you've both been goofy in the moment before. Say, you're kissing as he tries to line himself up with you to slip in but keeps missing. He would so laugh against your lips, and you'd giggle right along with him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I'll be the one to say it YES THE CURTAINS MATCH THE DRAPES. For the most part, he tries to keeps himself sufficiently trimmed. but when he does leave it be, he grows a nice little happy trail the same shade of white as his hair AHHH

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Ekko loves so hard, it's no secret that It's easy to get him all melty and mushy-gushy. He gazes up at you with pools of adoration in his eyes as you ride him. When you feel him start to twitch inside you, his eyes blinking closed, tell him you love him. He'll pull your body against his and come so quickly.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he first hit puberty he did a lot of that, but as he's grown up and met you he doesn't really see a point in it if he's not with you. If he's truly desperate and frustrated and you're not around, he will rub one out to thoughts of you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Being tied up. He doesn't tell you for a while, but the thought of you tying him up by his wrists and riding him out of his mind makes him all hot and bothered.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

strongly prefers the privacy of his workshop or bedroom. With all the kids running around the firelight base, he's not at all fond of the idea of getting caught. However, when he's feeling romantic, he'll take you up to your spot: the secluded rooftop that looks over all of the undercity, even more beautiful against the backdrop of the night sky.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly, he loves you so much it doesn't take a lot 😭. But you wanna get him bothered? Stand between his legs when he's sitting. One time, you two were in the privacy of his workshop, and he sat in his desk chair, leant back with his knees spread, frustrated. You saunter over to him, talking idly until you're standing flush between his knees. Your upper thighs & hips are about level with his face, and he looks up at you with eyes that practically ask why you're so brave today. You just reach down and cradle his face with one hand, gently caressing his jaw with your thumb. And you meet his eyes, just smirking devilishly because you know you've got him hook line and sinker. He inhales sharply, closing his eyes. And then pen he was using suddenly falls to the floor with a clatter as he yanks you down into his lap in a fervor- and well, you know the rest.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Knifeplay or impact play is a hard no for him. He doesn't want to do anything that would even CHANCE hurting you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Ekko puts the E in EATERRRRRRR. He loves making an absolute mess of you before getting inside. After going down on you- damn near losing his wits between your legs- he comes up with his face a mess, white paint long gone. Lips shiny with your wetness, he just says "think she's ready for me," with the most smug grin before slickly wiping some of your essence off of his bottom lip and licking it off of his thumb without breaking eye contact.

but suck him off every once in a while and just watch how he absolutely melts as you take care of him so well. When you look up at him and rub up and down his thigh slowly, he becomes putty in your hands, head tossed back.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

goes down on you slowly and sensually, loves to see the results of his labor: you, laying there trembling after an intense orgasm. He tries to go about fucking you the same way, but if he's on top and you really worked him up, he can't help but get quick and rough.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Prefers taking his time with you but you already know it doesn't take much to get him going (see M).😭 so if you pull him aside on an impromptu mission, he's absolutely with it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment?)

again, he with it if you wit it!

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go strong for about 3 rounds, after the fourth one he starts to get sloppy and sensitive, voice cracking with every other moan but pushing through nonetheless. Neither of you have made it past five yet, so it's needless to say that he gets the job done 😵‍💫.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

As one of his anniversary presents, you designed him a custom vibrating ring, fit just for his size. He was hesitant to use it at first, but once he let you put it on him it changed his life. In the weeks that followed, he wanted to use it more often than not.

The following anniversary, he forged a golden vibrating bullet for you in his workshop, and he swears by god using it on you is the best decision he ever made. He thinks you make the sweetest sounds and the cutest faces, him pressing the bullet against your clit as he's inside you. Your climax is so intense, he talks you through it sweetly, gently rubbing your back with his free hand as you come down.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He LOVES to tease- making you wait, hearing you beg. He'd hover over you between your legs, mouth so close you can feel his breath ghosting over your entrance. He's place one hand on you, pressing down on your clit with his thumb gently to feel you pulsating.

"Aww, she needs me so bad." He'd coo, with the most teasing smile. And would definitely tell you to "use your words" once he reduces you to whines and moans.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Believe it or not he's a bit of a talker. you'd think not because he's such an actions-over-words person and kinda quiet during the day, but he gotta get ts out sometime 😮‍💨 He's not very loud about it though, he likes to get in close to you, talk just so only you can hear:

"Want me to fill you up? Huh? Make a mess of that pussy?"

He'd rather hear your noises and make you squeal though. He thinks you're so cute like that, whining all high while he fucks you into next week.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) since ekko isn't very experienced, your first time giving him head was his first time ever receiving it.

and it absolutely RUINED Him- YOU ruined him. As in when he came, his mouth slack-jawed in a silent shout, hand gripping onto whatever surface was nearest. His eyebrows pinched together as his stomach flipped pleasantly with every wave of the orgasm. He had to physically move your head to get your mouth off of him, all while shivering and breathing out strings of shaky "please" and "fuck" 🫠

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

🍆: It's a pretty mahogany brown, with a lighter colored tip. In terms of size, about 7.5 inches, thick, and heavy. It swells in girth just a little towards the base and has a slight curve.

Ekko is also obviously ripped asfk from all the training and fighting. He's got defined abs and biceps (BUT muscle is actually soft when not flexed so he makes the best cuddle buddy 🫶🏾). He's got few scars & burns littered across his forearms and abdomen, some from injuries during missions, others acquired from small incidents in the lab with heimerdinger.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

You two get it in quite regularly. Once you two get together, you go at it at least every other night if not daily. Even if he's not penetrative, the both of you fool around frequently. Say he's doing something and looking a little too good while doing it, you might wordlessly pull him aside for a quick blowjob- and he gon go with you every time without a doubt!

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

immediately after making sure you're good, properly cleaned up and comfortable he is BIG SLEEEEEP. out for the count, NYQUIL

A/N: thank you for reading!!! 🤧 i do have some more sentimental sort of angsty stuff coming up of course but I thought i'd get this out of the way firstt. Don't forget to reblog and let me know what you think in the comments!!!

#ekko arcane

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locked in (james wilson x reader)

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: as the hospital goes into lockdown, you realise you're trapped in wilsons office. what could possibly be brought up?

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: forced proximity, confessions, heavy makeout

based on season 6 episode 17 'lockdown'

The hospital’s usual hum of activity shifted abruptly as the announcement crackled over the intercom: 'Code Seven.' In an instant, doors swung shut with a heavy clang, sealing patients, visitors, and staff within isolated sections. Nurses exchanged tense glances, their hurried steps faltering as they processed the change in routine, and doctors glanced at each other in surprise, the weight of the lockdown settling into their expressions. Bright fluorescent lights cast a harsh glare down the sterile hallways, now unsettlingly quiet. In the suspended silence, everyone waited, caught between the familiar routine of the hospital and the unfamiliar sense of entrapment.

You had to admire the way Wilson had decorated his office; it showed every aspect of his personality. A framed photo of him and House, probably one of the only photos of House looking happy in existence, sat on his desk next to a small robot made from clay that one of his child patients gave him. Stood proud on his bookcase were articles he had published, next to his degree. You’d been in his office countless times for a multitude of reasons, consults, pages, situations involving House; all you were meant to see him for today was a consult on a patient file.

That was until the lockdown alarm sounded and a security guard told the both of you to not leave the room. At first the room was clouded in an awkward tension as you sat on his couch but once the boredom hit you couldn’t help but pace around the room examining every detail as you shared stories of the countless stupid decisions House had made. It was difficult to not have the conversation be about him considering that was your only shared experience. Eventually you found yourself comfortable on the floor, knees to your chest as Wilson sat near you with his legs out flat.

‘Every time we talk it always leads back to House,’ You laughed as you rested your head against the wall, ‘It’s not as if he has anything important to say outside of a case.’

‘Actually.’ Wilson hesitates as he tilts his head to look at you, ‘There was one thing he said.’ You turn to look at him urging him to continue.

‘He had a theory that I might have feelings towards you.’ He said it in his usual Wilson tone, hesitating before words but still being unable to stop himself from speaking them. A small smile placed itself on your face when you rested a hand on his to comfort him from the feelings that he had pushed too far.

You didn't even notice as your bodies began leaning into each other, faces only inches apart. 'Do you think House was right?' you whisper, your eyes flicking between Jame's eyes and lips. The gap was closing, only a few centimetres between the one thing you wanted.

‘It’s always been you, ever since I first saw you walk in to help House with a case and when you stayed to be part of the team, I didn’t know what to do.’

bzzz

The phone on Wilson's desk interrupted the tension. James hung his head before muttering a small 'I should get that.' He sounded borderline upset. Leaning against the outside of his desk, he answered the phone, the voice on the other end sounding a lot like House. James answered every stupid question House threw at him about whatever patient he was stuck in a room with.

'James,' You meant it as a question but it came out more of a declaration. Standing to be on his level you saunter over to stand in front of him. 'Yes, we were told not to leave the room when she dropped a file off.' Maybe it was the way Wilson was talking about you, his tone of voice or maybe it was the surfaced emotions caused by being forced together in a small space but something caused a wave of bravery to overcome you as you took the phone from his ear and placed it back on the receiver.

'Y/N,' he breathes out placing one hand on your waist and the other under your chin, tilting your head up to face him.

You leaned into each other slowly, your breaths mingling as the space between you dissolved. Your hands found their way to the back of his neck, fingers curling into his hair, drawing him closer. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer against him. You pulled back, placing one hand on his cheek and the other on his chest as you pulled him towards the couch.

He pulled you on top of him as he fell back, moving your legs to straddle him, his lips finding yours again. Untucking his shirt you feel every detail of his chest. It was an unspoken agreement, forcing the kiss to deepen, flowing into something urgent and needed. Your fingers moved from his chest to his shirt, beginning to unbutton the top buttons while he took your jumper off. Your fingers slipped into the soft fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer feeling the warmth of his body. He responded with equal hunger, his lips moving in perfect rhythm as the air between you thickened. Everything about this was raw and unfiltered.

The door burst open, the high voice of Cuddy ringing in the room, ‘Lockdowns over, sorry Wilson I-‘ She paused as she realised the scene she had walked in on. ‘I will leave you to it.’ She began to close the door, ‘I have an obligation to tell you that any sexual activity within hospital grounds will result in a suspension so please, take it to the car’

#dr james wilson #x reader #fluff #house md #james wilson #james wilson x reader #comfort #robert sean leonard

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𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 [𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍]

PAIRINGS — James Wilson x Reader (no pronouns used)

SUMMARY — James comes home just in time to help with dinner

WARNINGS — one almost dirty joke

NOTE — This is a request from the winner of my fic lottery @anayame The concept was so cute to write and I hope you like it!

Middle picture credit goes to @shots-of-wilson-and-whiskey

It had been a while since James could confidently say he had come home to the smell of food being cooked in the kitchen. The sound of onions sizzling and sauces bubbling was like a fanfare welcoming and inviting him into the space.

“Hey, you got back home just in time,” he heard your voice call from the kitchen. “I need an extra pair of hands, get in here.”

“Normally when people say that it means the food is already finished cooking,” James teased, after having taken off his shoes and rolled up his sleeves so that you could put him to work.

“And let you miss out on this fun?” you scoffed. “No way.”

“Where do you need me?” he asked, coming to stand behind you, placing his hands on your hips and pressing a kiss behind your ear. “Cause I’m more than happy to just keep doing this.”

“Ease up, lover boy,” you chuckled. “Steak needs searing and I know how particular you get about your perfect medium.”

“Steak, are we celebrating?” he asked.

“Yes, the fact that you made it home on time for dinner,” you looked over at him to gauge his reaction and he couldn’t fight back a smile and shook his head.

“How was work?” he asked, side-stepping your comment.

“My arch-nemesis is an eight-year-old named Justin, how do you think work went?” you asked and James laughed at your response. “I’m kidding, it was alright, Justin has a cold so he wasn’t in class today.”

“I’m excited to come in for career day and meet all these eight-year-olds that occupy every story you tell,” he said. “Who knows, maybe Justin will like me.”

“I doubt it, he only likes his friend Asante and even then sometimes Asante still gets caught up in his whirlwind. Kind of like you and House actually.”

“I do not get caught up in his whirlwind,” James looked at you, offended, and you looked over at him to ask if he was serious.

“You lied to the police for him, you most definitely got caught up in it.”

James opened his mouth for a rebuttal, but shut it seeing as you had made a very valid point.

“How was your day at work?” you asked. “Did Cuddy finally approve that expansion for the playroom?”

“Not quite yet, but I think I’m almost there. Maybe if I throw House under the bus when he goes behind her back that’ll sweeten the deal,” he thought to himself.

“But at what cost, House is gonna fight back and you’re gonna regret every decision you ever made.”

James weighed his options before giving up and saying he’d decide what to do about it later.

You moved over to the stove where James was to pour some pureed tomatoes into the onions frying on the stove to make a sauce to go on the side with the vegetables and the steak. What you didn’t realize is that James, in his haste to turn down the heat on the stove, would knock the spoon out of your hand, making it fall in the dish and making the tomatoes splatter all over your shirt.

“Oh my God,” James’ eyes went wide, seeing the splotch on your shirt. “I’m so sorry.”

“I should have known having you in the kitchen would only result in disaster,” you teased, not at all upset by the mess. “It’s nothing a little TLC can’t take care of.”

“Can I make it up to you?” James asked. “I know how much you liked that shirt.”

You used your finger to scoop off some of the pureed tomato off your shirt and place it on his nose.

“I don’t know, can you?” you asked with raised brows.

James wiped the sauce off his nose before grabbing your sleeves and giving you a signal with his eyes for you to slip your arms out of them before he helped pull the shirt off your head without contaminating anything else, leaving you in a thin tank top.

“I think you’re just making it up to yourself,” you laughed, looking down at what you were wearing.

“If I were making it up to myself, I would have done this,” he took the spoon out of the tomato sauce and flicked it at you, now getting your undershirt dirty. “Oops.”

“Oh, you’re so going to pay for that,” you shook your head and just to spite him you kept the tank top on even though it was dirty.

By then the butter in James’ pan had melted and was beginning to bubble so he turned his attention back to the stove so that he could begin searing the steak. You cooked in tandem for a while, and once the steak was cooked James stole a few kisses from you, apologizing again for your shirt and you assured him he could take it off later if he really wanted to.

“Do you want me to set the table?” James asked, after washing his hands and having set the steak off to the side.

“That would be nice, it could be like a little home date,” you smiled while putting some potatoes in the oven to cook.

You watched as James dug around the cupboards for a tablecloth and candles, carefully setting everything up on the dining room table so that it was just right.

Slowly, one by one, the dishes made their way onto the table as they were ready and when everything was set up you looked down at yourself and wondered if maybe you were a bit underdressed.

“Maybe I should change into something a little nicer,” you said while James lit the candles on the table.

“Change, what for?”

“I’ve got tomato all over my shirt, James. I thought that one was pretty obvious.”

“No, I mean this is a home date, isn’t the whole point that it can be as messy as we want it to be?” he asked. “I mean, I don’t have to wear this tie,” he pointed to it as he came closer to you, prompting you to take it between your fingers and feel the fabric before helping him untie it and throw it off to the side.

You unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt and for good measure he took a spoon of the sauce and poured it on his shirt.

“There, we match.”

“And need to do a load of laundry after this,” you chuckled and pulled him in by the collar of his shirt for a kiss. “I love you, and I love cooking with you.”

“Me too, to both of those things,” James agreed and you grinned before turning him around and pushing him in the direction of his seat, insisting that you were starving and needed to eat. “So, I was thinking,” James started while serving you some sides.

“Oh, that’s dangerous.”

“I was thinking,” he repeated. “Our anniversary is coming up. Do you want to do something special?”

“Hmm,” you thought for a moment. “We could both take a sick day,” you suggested. “Or a few, go up to Connecticut, rent a cabin.”

“Cook all day,” James teased and you smiled. “I think that sounds like a great plan. We’ve always talked about doing something like that haven’t we?”

“Yeah, it just…I don’t know, never seemed like the right time.”

“You sure you won’t miss your kiddos too much?” he asked.

“As much as I love them, a few days just the two of us is too enticing to pass up,” you sipped your drink.

Eating dinner was not nearly as fun as cooking it together, but you both made do with what you could and James stories were nothing short of interesting especially when they included House and his team.

“Alright, I think I’m stuffed now,” you leaned back in your seat. “But we should clean this up before I go into a food coma.”

“I wash, you rinse?” James asked.

“We have a dishwasher, James,” you chuckled.

“I know, I just thought you might want to spend more time, but I know when my company isn’t wanted,” he feigned offence.

“Awe, that’s actually really sweet,” you let out a small laugh. “Alright, I’ll suffer through dishwashing for you, Wilson.”

“Just for that, you’re washing and I’m rinsing,” he gave you a look and you conceded, standing up from the table and clearing the leftovers before getting started on what was in the sink.

“James, be careful with that, you’re accidentally spraying water all over me,” you nudged him with your hip.

“Oh sorry I meant to actually spray water all over you,” he turned the moveable faucet in your direction and you gasped when the water hit your shirt. “I mean you did say we needed to do laundry.”

“Is this why you wanted to wash dishes? To get me wet?-I heard it James don’t you dare make a comment,” you immediately amended and he fought back a chuckle.

“I love you,” he smiled again and you wished he would wipe that stupid grin off of his face because it made it really hard to be annoyed with him.

“You think you can just say I love you and it’s gonna make it all better?” you asked. “Cause you’re right, it is,” you grabbed his face with your soapy hands and pressed a kiss to his lips, sandwiched between smiles and chuckles.

To say you both looked ridiculous by the end was an understatement, but James couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so much fun at dinner and it became very clear that maybe he needed to come home a little early more often.

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