Chapter Text
The afternoon was relatively quiet after Fuma got off work, the house just as empty as the streets she passed on the way. The setting sun reflected off the neighbouring buildings, the sky glowing a burnt orange and vibrant pink, ink slowly spilling across the horizon as night began to bleed into what remained of the day. It was peaceful, at least for a while, until boredom began to seep into every task and the small Maki-shaped hole that sat in Fuma’s chest grew wider.
Fuma wasn’t sure how she ended up sitting in bed, switch discarded to the side, the music from the forgotten Pokémon battle filling the silence as she slid down the bedframe. Ignoring the slight cramp in her tail as she stares at the pop-up on her laptop, it was hard to tear her eyes away, her hand moving as if possessed as the mouse hovered over the ad.
Fuma wouldn’t call herself a prude; she was sure she was something far enough from it that the word should be considered almost a joke, skin constantly blooming with blues and purples as Maki would bend her over and use her as a personal chew toy every night. Yet it didn’t stop the warmth that began to redden her cheeks, her skin prickling as the camsite filled the screen.
Fuma was mostly aware of camgirls; she’d have to be living under a rock if she didn’t. It was just never something that ever came to the forefront of her mind, even before Maki, even before she was able to look at herself in the mirror and not want to claw her way out of her skin and find something that didn’t feel like a mockery. There was always something that sat next to envy whenever she saw them, an unsaid feeling that would claw out from where she ignored the festering need to be wanted as she was, to be as confident in her skin as they were. But she pushed it down, and those feelings remained forgotten alongside the rest.
She wasn’t sure why she was there, scrolling down until her gaze was distracted by the preview to a stream. Another hybrid, too cropped to tell exactly what type, other than a hint of a dark ear and a wisp of tail, clad in lingerie, skinty enough, Fuma wasn't sure what the point was. The bra barely covered her nipples, and the cut around her pussy pressed into her lips, highlighting the slick that was wetting her entrance. The arousal was subtle, coiling in her stomach, drowned out by another desire that would fester every so often when Maki would slip into panties, and they’d hug her body in a way Fuma could only feel guilt for the envy she felt.
Time passed like molasses; each second that ticked by echoed in her head, slow and constant and. It wasn’t late, not nearly late enough for Maki to finally come bursting through the door and chase away the peace and silence that seemed to plague the house every afternoon now their schedules had changed. However, now, it was almost a blessing; the taste of anxiety that wet her lips had already faded as she glanced back at the time and knew the house would be empty long enough for whatever hole she was about to dig herself into.
Fuma’s hesitation fades as she finally clicks on the video, her screen filling back up with the camgirl. She was finally fully in view as she lounged on a bed, far enough from the camera that her whole body was exposed, the angles smart enough to cover her lower half apart from the taste of bare leg and a long black tail lazily flicking back and forth as she read through the comments. The cat hybrid was pretty, pretty enough, another strike of want and jealousy and something so bitter it felt acrid on her tongue coursed through her like a wave that refused to return to the ocean. It was loud until it wasn’t, until something inside her started to crave what this hybrid had.
The set wasn’t overly produced, personal enough that it almost felt like a video call with a friend, though she supposed that was the allure, the ability to fabricate something personal and curated. Feeding on the delusion, there was a chance for something more. Fuma could understand the attraction, she could already feel herself falling for it.
The arousal kept simmering, low and gentle and not enough to get hard, but enough that Fuma could feel her ears twitching impatiently and skin itching with desire. It was easy to get lost, her concentration falling on the camgirl rather than the acts, watching the way she carried herself, the confidence and surety that radiated from her like a sun. So bright Fuma felt as if she would get burnt if she peered a little closer, but she didn’t mind.
Lost enough, should hear the sound of the front door opening over her heartbeat echoing in her ears, loud and distracting enough that Maki’s voice felt like a clap of thunder and lightning, bright and demanding, striking Fuma directly in her chest.
“Having fun without me?”
“I wasn’t,” Fuma stumbled over her words, face burning hot enough she was sure the ripening tomatoes in their fridge weren’t as red as he cheeks. “It popped up, and I got curious.”
“It’s okay, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Maki says, her tail swaying back and forth as she approaches the bed, eyes focusing on whatever she could catch from the laptop. “It’s actually kinda hot. I’m kinda disappointed I didn’t find you with a hand down your pants.”
“Now I am embarrassed,” Fuma wanted to curl in on herself, her hand reaching to slowly close the laptop, trying to ignore the way her heart threatened to leap out of her chest.
“No,” Maki cooed, her tail only wagging faster the more Fuma tried to wiggle away from her grasp, “let me watch.”
Sighing, Fuma wiggled to the side, letting Maki slide into the bed beside her as she brought the laptop back onto her lap. The stream was close to being finished by the way the camgirl seemed to be writhing on the vibrator, her toes curling and back arching in a way all too familiar to Fuma.
“She’s pretty,” Maki comments, peering closer before turning back to Fuma.
“Yeah, I guess so…”
“Not as pretty as you,” Maki’s nose nuzzled against her neck, still cold from the outside air, the skin warmed back up with her lips. “Do you think I could make you scream like that?”
“You know you can.”
It never took much encouragement for Maki to find a way to undress Fuma, her hands already creeping under her shirt, grazing tenderly over soft skin until Fuma finally relents. Quiet and obedient, and desperately trying to hide the excitement that began to bubble up inside as she lifted her hands over her head, the silent invitation was more than enough for Maki to hurriedly pull it off. Fuma almost unsteady with the force Maki seemed to rip it off with, barely a second spared before she turned to fumble with her own clothes, jeans and shirt shrugged off and discarded before she returned to struggling with her sports bra.
Fuma could almost find it in herself to be amused if it wasn’t for the growing desperation that crawled under her skin, clawing its way closer to the surface and threatening to break free.
“Your panties are so cute, Fuu-chan.” Maki’s finger traced along the waistband, hooking under the thin lace, each gentle tug inching them down lower. “Let me take them off so they don’t get dirty.”
Fumas' saliva felt like soup, thick and tacky and gluing her tongue to the roof of her mouth the moment she tried to muster the strength to speak. She nods, jerky and stuttered, lifting her hips up to give Maki more room to undress her.
“I need you.”
Fuma almost felt like she was in heat, her skin burning wherever Maki’s hands grazed over her, persistent and desperate, and Fuma couldn’t wait to finally be consumed whole. Maki didn’t waste time; she never did, fueled by something so insatiable that Fuma was content with lying and letting Maki pick her apart and use her to her content.
Maki crawled over Fuma, straddling her hips as she pressed a loud wet kiss to her neck, hands roaming lower as she cupped the soft tissue of Fuma’s breast, squeezing gently as her mouth followed the line down her neck.
The taste of blood began to bloom in Fuma’s mouth, her front teeth catching on her lip as she tried to muffle the sounds that were threatening to break through. Unable to fight against the nerves that constantly simmered deep inside, nagging and persistent, her voice cracked and unrestrained. Not like she had trained her voice to be, not soft and feminine in a way that didn’t make her want to bite the pillow and hide.
Maki notices, she always does, finally detaching herself from the pattern of bruises she was leaving against Fuma’s collarbones and pulling her hands back up to cup Fuma’s cheeks.
“Don’t hold back, I want to hear you.”
Maki’s lips were pushed into a pout, and her ears, as much as they could, stood up on alert, twitching the moment her brows pressed together into a frown that was far from intimidating, but all Fuma could do was nod.
Maki’s breath was hotter, hotter than before, and Fuma was sure she was about to be set alight, skin burnt through until she was completely exposed, split wide open for Maki to see. She doesn’t waste time, wiggling down on the bed, Maki slotting herself between Fuma’s thighs.
“Maki-”
“Your clit is already so wet for me.”
Maki’s hand lazily rubbed up and down Fuma’s cock, her thumb brushing away the endless precum that beaded at the head, smearing it down the length. Fuma could hear the slick, wet sound of Maki’s hand each time her cock almost disappeared into Maki’s fist.
“Don’t tease.”
Fuma could feel as Maki watched her, their eyes locked as Maki’s head dipped down, licking a stripe up Fuma’s cock. Fuma’s gasp was strangled, sitting somewhere deep at the back of her throat, clawing to be let out as tears pricked in the corner of her eyes.
Maki leaned closer, dipping back down, her lips barely grazing past Fuma’s cock before settling on her inner thigh, leaving a trail of saliva as she suck and bit bruises into the soft, pale skin. It would almost be cute, the way Maki sat on her knees, too obviously proud of herself, her butt sticking up the more she leaned down and tail wagging a little faster each time she managed to pull out another desperate gasp from Fuma. Enthusiasm bleeding from every pore.
It was messy, and Fuma could only squeeze her eyes shut as hands were replaced again with the heat of Maki’s breath. Her hands jumped up, tangling in Maki’s hair as she took Fuma’s entire length down her throat, tongue rubbing against the underside. It was hard not to be rough, to not let her nails scrape down Maki’s scalp, digging in where they caught by Maki’s ear, trailing along the smooth lines of her fur.
Fuma was already close—she could feel the heat coiling and building in her stomach, the ache in her cock tumbling close to something unbearable as Maki’s head bobbed back down. Her tongue pressing into Fuma’s slit, slow and far from gentle until tears wet Fuma’s lashes and her legs kicked out, shaking as she tried pushing Maki off her.
“Maki,” Fuma gasped, her saliva felt like syrup, sticking her tongue to the roof of her mouth as she desperately fumbled to try saying something more coherent than a slurred whine. “Wait, ‘m close.”
She was sure she could feel Maki smile, lips stretching as she took Fuma all the way in until she could feel Maki’s nose pressing up against her lower abdomen and her cock rubbing against the back of Maki’s throat. Overwhelming in a way that blurred her vision with tears and body shaking until it felt as if Maki were controlling her like a marionette, plucking at the strings until they finally snapped.
She had always been sensitive; she blamed it on being a bunny, strung so tight it barely took the faint heat of Maki’s breath on the back of her neck to make her jump. Body falling apart, so Maki could pick up the fragments and piece her back together how she liked, and Fuma would always let her.
Fuma’s hips kicked off the bed as if desperate to get away from Maki’s hungry mouth. Relentless as cum and spit dripped down her chin, frothing at the corners of her mouth until she finally relented, pulling off with an exaggerated pop.
“Squirt for me, baby,” Maki whispered, teasing and coy, fingers wrapping back around Fuma’s cock and lips close enough that Fuma could feel the warmth of her breath.
Her eyes screwed shut as the heat that was stirring deep in the pit of her stomach finally began to overflow, rushing through her body like electricity, setting each nerve alight. Fuma’s mouth parted into a soft o as cum painted her stomach, her orgasm crashing down over her like a wave, all-consuming until it barely was a ripple, gently cascading down her skin and mellowing into something soft. Comforting.
It took a moment for the room to come back into focus, Fuma’s thoughts stringing back together into something more coherent as Maki finds her usual spot pressed to her side. The only sound coming from Maki’s tail swishing against the sheets and heavy breaths trying to settle into something calmer.
“Do you want me to get you off?”
“Already done,” Maki smiled, lifting up two fingers, still glistening with her slick.
Fuma didn’t reply, her head tilting down slightly so she was watching Maki through her lashes, lips parting like an invitation that Maki was more than happy to respond to. Her fingers pressed past plump lips, grazing against Fuma’s tongue as her lips wrapped around the digits.
“All clean,” Fuma said after pulling off with a pop, unable to help the soft giggle that burst out.
“You’d be a pretty camgirl,” Maki finally says, snuggling closer until she is safely tucked away under Fuma’s chin.
“You think so?”
“Mhm,” Maki hummed, tilting her head up to press a kiss into the corner of Fuma’s mouth, “you’re so sexy when you’re about to come.”
“Shut up.”
Fuma only blushed harder, tilting her head just enough to hide the red flush that stained her cheeks. Ignoring the whine of protest.
It was hard to stop the words echoing in her skull, growing louder each time they bounced back and forth. Distracting and commanding enough attention, she had to force her mind to snap back to reality, letting it slowly get drowned out by Maki’s voice as she began to relay the day's events.
Fuma hummed along to the conversation as the rest faded into the background, content with the calm sound of Maki’s voice and the warmth of her body filling her as they lay together.