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plutothe-pup · 3 months

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Nicknames: Pluto, Milo, Min Age: 19 Birthday: June 30th, 2004 Pronouns: He / His Magic Status: Mundus - Cursed

General TW: Abuse / Anxiety / Depression / Animal Abuse / Death Mentions / Injuries / Scar Mentions / ETC.

Overview:

Mother: Choi Hayul - Deceased Father: Gae Ji-hun - Deceased Mother’s Occupation: Stay at Home Mother / Market Clerk Father’s Occupation: Huntsclan Member / "Accounting/Business" Family Finances: Upper Middle Class. Other Close Family: - Pip Seville (Brother? Hyung? Sibling of dog-adoption?) - Amy Seville (....figuratively adoptive...aunt??????) - Gae Seong-Min (Grandfather) - Presumed Deceased - Lee Kyung-Soon (Grandmother) - Deceased. (He was named after his grandparents (Kyung-Soon + Seong-Min = Kyung-Min) Pets: Booboo (Pip's Dog) Home Life During Childhood: Strict. He grew up under 'law and order' kind of parenting from his father and grandfather. His purpose and path were incredibly clear from the start and he was to be molded into a warrior for the clan. Everything was precise and everything was calculated. That was all he had known from a very young age. However it did not mean that he did not receive warmth and love from his mom and grandmother. What little freedom from the discipline he knew best usually came from them. What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like: Clean. Orderly. Pretty much like a military-raised kid's room might look. Very neutral and devoid of anything 'childish' or kid-like. He had a bed that was always well made and kept, a dresser without any personal effects, and a desk. Any Sports or Clubs: Just the Huntsclan and various huntsclan training as a kid. Once in Swynlake, he wanted to join any club he could (SSIC / Swimming / Outdoors Club / Theater Club / Chorus / F.R.O.G) Favorite Toy or Game: He didn't have a lot of toys growing up. The only thing he really remembers is a small stuffed bear that he was given at birth. He kept it all through his childhood, always sat neatly on his bed. However when he was six, his father took it away for being 'too old' to have stuffed animals. His mother had secretly kept it, and returned it to him when she found him again after his father's death. Unfortunately it was once again lost when he became a dog and he lost all of his possessions. Currently his favorite toy remains 'ducky'. A stuffed dog toy duck that he got from Sharon and managed to keep through to the Seville household. Schooling: Homeschooled by his family and the organization until he came to Swynlake. He then took one year at Swynlake Secondary. Unfortunately he flunked out due to an inability to conform to 'regular' schooling. Favorite Subject: Knife throwing as a kid. Science in Secondary. Popular or Loner: Loner. Nationality: American. (2nd Generation) Ethnicity: South Korean Accent: Northeast (Philly) Religion and beliefs: Christian (Doesn't go to church. Will still pray before bed) (he doesn't know why - no one has answered)

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Kim Mingyu Movie/Era Representation: Currently 2024 Kim Mingyu for hair(subject to change based on hair styles), but honestly his face is probably more 2016 Mingyu. Milo still has a bit of a baby face. He hasn't quite grown into all of his sharp features yet. Complexion: Type III - Has light freckles and a few distinguishable moles on the tip of his nose, on his cheek under his eye. Think this photoshoot concept but the freckles are yanno, real.

Hair Colour: Dark Brown / Black Eye Colour: Deep Brown. Height: 6'2. Weight: 161lbs. (Currently lost weight / muscle mass from recovery) Build: Athletic / Toned Notable Features: Pronounced canine teeth (cute wittle fangs), line scars across both palms, missing pinky finger on right hand, scarring from impalement on right shoulder. Tattoos: He has a tattoo as a dog inside of his ear that one of the pounds gave him. It’s a simple number ‘1797′ and the word ‘PLUTO’. It stays with him when he transforms back to human, but now directly behind his ear. Considers getting others or at least covering up that one. Piercings: None - though he sometimes considers getting his ears pierced. Common Hairstyle: Depends on the length. Usually he has it brushed back regardless though (showing forehead) or has it parted with face framing pieces. (X) is his absolute favorite style to wear when length allows. (X) is his current (SHORT) style. Clothing Style: He hasn't quite developed a style so much yet. He still lets Pip dress him up and dictate what he wears a lot because it's easier and Pip's much more educated on the subject of fashion. Mannerisms: Head tilting, Pouting / pursing lips, biting his cheek/tongue, avoids eye contact, cracking knuckles, idle/absent shifting on feet, rubbing back of neck/hair/cheek when nervous. Tendency to mumble / has a lisp, covers mouth whenever chewing / laughing, tendency to keep looking over his shoulder/behind him, will 'reset' back to the default position of keeping his hands politely and respectfully tucked behind his back with straight posture. Usual Expression: Soft Smile.

Health

Overall (do they get sick easily)?: Sometimes. Milo's a fit individual with a good immune system, but he still suffers from time to time with ailments like fatigue, muscle weakness, nausea, etc - most of which stem from his recovering injuries, chronic lyme, or his anxiety. Unfortunately its become a habit for him to hide whenever he's feeling badly (from being a dog) but there are always signs. Physical Ailments: Weakness on right side (recovery from abrasive shoulder injury/torn rotator cuff), Right-Hand grip strength issues (missing right pinky), occasional tremors in right hand/arm. Disorders : PTSD (Undiagnosed), Anxiety (Undiagnosed). Neurological Conditions: Lyme Disease (PTLDS) Allergies: None that he knows of. Grooming Habits: Excellent! Boy did Milo hate not having control over his grooming habits as a dog, and it bothered the hell out of him with every owner (except Pip and Amy!!! Because Pip pampers his dogs more than anything else). Milo was always a clean hygienic person, but especially after his long stint as Pluto, now more than ever he is pretty anal about it. He can and will shower twice a day depending on what he was doing that day, he brushes his teeth more than twice a day, sometimes his hair is a mess, but it's always a clean mess. Otherwise, he follows Pip closely on a skin-care routine, keeps his nails trimmed and proper, and often cuts his own hair when he sees fit. Sleeping Habits: Light sleeper. Even though he can and will fall asleep anywhere (especially during a movie/if someone plays with his hair) (but seriously I mean ANYWHERE. Habit from being a dog. That means a stony ground, a tub, a closet, in the woods, etc), he very easily is disturbed from his sleep from the slightest things (a creaking floorboard, a car driving by, the sudden sound of silence, etc) Eating Habits: He used to be a good eater - and would have the appetite of a small army, eating three hardy meals a day when he could, or at the very least an excellent dinner as well as a good lunch or breakfast. He'd also be all about snacks and desserts. Ever since the Demon-Incident(TM), his surgeries, etc - his appetite has diminished, and he tends to only eat one small meal a day these days, and will turn down or not finish snacks, sweets, etc. Exercise Habits: Daily. Although stunted slightly due to his injuries, Milo's regular habit is to go to the gym daily if he can or at least engage in exercise daily. He loves to go for a run, and will often jog/run in the mornings or evenings throughout the town. He's currently back to his regular schedule, and is working on strength training three times a week to rehab his bad-side. Emotional Stability: Sensitive: Milo's got a large heart and wears his emotions on his sleeves. While he's not often quick to anger, he is quick to upset. Things that people say to him will bury under his skin and crack at his heart too easily. Though he usually is able to rebound and shake things off with a good night's sleep, it doesn't mean he isn't still affected by it. Body Temperature: As a human he runs cold and gets cold easily - as a dog, he's warm and cozy. Sociability: Milo's the shyest people person you'll ever meet. He both is a social butterfly and yet also incredibly shy and reclusive at the same time. He isn't a huge fan of opening up to people he doesn't know very well or in large groups, but he also is too nice to not initiate and reach out to strangers when the opportunity arises. He'll always put being friendly to others over his own discomfort and shyness.

Addictions: None Drug Use: None! Pip would kill him! (Also he isn't in a circle that would make this a problem. If he had bad influences around, it would be) Alcohol Use: Rare / Social if he has to but he would rather not.

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits: Using slang, mumbling to himself, using a non-mutual language, not getting enough sleep, skipping meals, criticizing himself, overworking, fidgeting, resource guarding (this is a joke, but like he gets uncomfortable when people touch his stuff and he doesn't want them to), mirroring others. Good Habits: Exercise Routine, Making his bed the second he's out of it, keeping shoes off in the house, maintaining his volume level, listening to others, Offering to/just helping without being asked, cleaning up after himself, being on time (early). Best Characteristic: Loyalty. Worst Characteristic: Either how stubborn he is or how naive he is. Worst Memory(s): Finding out his dad died. Watching his mom die. His first night in a shelter as a dog. Realizing he might never be human again. Being taken away from Sharon. His stay with Felix. The demon-incident. The entire summer of 2023, really. Best Memory: Being adopted by the Sevilles. Proud of: .....He's not sure. Embarrassed by: His curse. Driving Style: Doesn't. (But if he did, he would be a cautious, safe, but casual driver. One hand on the steering wheel, but constantly defensive driving/watching everything to make sure no one does anything stupid). Strong Points: Fast learner, Loyal, Flexible, Resourceful, Determined, Disciplined. Temperament: Phlegmatic. Attitude: Helper: Cheerful, supportive, sensitive, concerned Weakness: His willingness to trust people too easily. Fears: Thunderstorms. Doctors. Becoming a dog again. People he cares about getting hurt/dying. The Huntsclan finding him. Heights. Loud noises. Getting hurt. Getting trapped. Small spaces. Being abandoned. Running into past 'owners'. Running into Huntsclan members. Phobias: Being alone. Being touched. Silence. Secrets: Learning he can pay to break his curse. That Rose is the Huntsgirl. Being in/former member of the Huntsclan. Regrets: Becoming cursed. Fighting with Tony. Letting his guard down. Leaving Ruff to Fluff and not listening to Luca. Letting Pip down. Upsetting Pip. Upsetting Amy. Feels Vulnerable When: Talking about himself, his past or his family. When he talks about his curse. Pet Peeves: People watching videos without headphones, Talking over someone, disrespecting elders/parents/etc, Being rude in general, passive aggressive behavior. Conflicts: Making his parents proud, and being who his parents wanted him to be vs making Pip proud and being who he wants to be. Motivation: To be better. Short Term Goals and Hopes: To break his curse and to do well at his job and help Amy and Pip however he can. Long Term Goals and Hopes: To be happy, and surrounded by family and to see Pip accomplish his hopes and dreams. Sexuality: Bisexual, he thinks. He isn't sure. He thinks boys, girls, theys and gays are all pretty. Exercise Routine: Early Morning or late evening run (3-5 miles depending on how much time he has). When he goes to the gym he'll swap out his days and rotate through core, upper and lower body. He doesn't focus on cardio at the gym and instead focusing mainly on strength training / lifting. Occasionally he'll attempt things like yoga with Pip, but otherwise he'll do stretches before bed. Day or Night Person: Day. Specifically morning. He's a very 'up and at 'em' kind of guy. Probably because that was how it always was for him. Staying up late is a lot harder (which is why he hates time zones in baseball season). Introvert or Extrovert: Ambivert. Optimist or Pessimist: Optimist.

Likes and Styles:

Music: Milo's still kind of discovering this, but he is big into K-Pop just because it is comforting to him and it connects him a lot with his culture that he feels pretty removed from these days. He loves SVT (meta), EXO, Shinee, New Jeans, IU - pretty much anything Pip was into because he got a lot of his recs from him. He is not a BTS-Anti like Pip though. Otherwise, Milo's a big pop/rock fan. He likes stuff he can run to. He dislikes country. Books: .....idk if Milo has read a single book ever (dramatic but ... like real too) Magazines: ......idk if Milo has read a single magazine ever (not dramatic, do kids these days even know what a magazine is????? he literally probs doesn't) Foods: Gogi-jeon is his absolutely favorite little snack food ever in his entire life. He'll die by it. Otherwise though he really doesn't dislike a ton of food, so that's to say he will eat a lot without complaint (again, ingrained in him). He's a big meat eater, though he will sometimes make a slight face a fish (he doesn't like it, but will always eat it not to be rude). Drinks: Water. Iced americano. Animals: Dogs! He loves dogs! Though he likes most animals too! (He doesn't like cats) Sports: BASEBALL. Baseball is his favorite sport to watch AND to play. Social Issues: Milo is for the people. He thinks. He's liberal in reality, he supports all the usual issues and will stand up for what he thinks is right. He does have some things that stick a bit in his brain from childhood though, which is to say that he does dip on the anti-magick scale a fair bit. He does believe that there are dangerous magicks. He does believe that Vampires and Werewolves?????? Are NOT GOOD. They are BAD. He doesn't say this out loud, but he thinks it. Color: Red! He loves reds because he missed seeing that color so much as a dog, so any tints of red/pink/orange he adores. Clothing: As stated earlier: his fashion is 100% inspired/guided by Pip. He does dress pretty.... 'fancy' because of this though. Lots of layers and cute matching jackets/bright colors, button up shirts, etc. He is just as likely to be wearing jeans and a sweatshirt though. Jewelry: He wears matching friendship bracelets that he got for each one of his best friends (Pip, King, Luca, etc). Otherwise not usually wearing too much jewelry. It's expensive! Games: He's not a big gamer. He still just plays things on his phone (like BTS in the Seom, 2048, Wordle, tetris, Crossy Road. Websites: Youtube. Twitter. The Spill (Tumblr). TV Shows: Anything Gordon Ramsey (24hrs to hell and back, hotel hell, Hell's Kitchen, Kitchen Nightmares, etc). Great British Bake-Off, Movies: Honestly.... he's bad at movies. He falls asleep through them 100% of the time, so if you ask him his favorite, he'll have a tough time pulling one to the front of his mind to say. By default he's just started naming any movie filmed or based in Philly. Greatest Want: To break his curse. Greatest Need: To stay with Pip / Not to be alone.

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home: The Seville Household: At first he thought this was a very temporary situation, but at this point, he refers to it openly and easily as 'home' and it feels that way too. Safe and sound. Room Furnishings: Pip and Amy kindly 'sacrificed' the basement to become Milo's room - again, a short term solution that has long since just become permanent. He has a proper bed now and everything, which he keeps pushed up against the wall in the corner. Because the basement is still the 'party basement' - Milo doesn't really have much in terms of 'decoration' there. Not that he would really know how to decorate a room if he properly had one either though, since he never did as a kid. However, it still does feel homey to him, especially his bed, which he's kind of hoarded all things soft and fluffy onto. All of his stuffed animals he's gotten as gifts (or won at the fair) (and ducky ofc), and lots of blankets and pillows. He also has pictures of his friends taped on the wall beside his bed (him and Pip, him and Amy, him and King, Luca, Tae, Mim, Etc). He also still keeps the prom-baseballs that Luca made him on the mantle, as promised. The framed picture of his parents from Luca is also sitting beside his bed - so that he can say good morning and goodnight to them every day. Favorite Possession: Ducky. Most Cherished Possession: The sketch of his parents. Neighborhood: Tortuga Town or City Name: Swynlake. Relationship with Family: He's always had a good relationship with his family. Even growing up in a 'cult' household. He never had ill-feelings towards any of his family or parents. He didn't know anything other than what he had, and what he thought he had was love and support. Living now with Amy and Pip, he knows that maybe some of the things he grew up with were actually more on the line of cold and abusive, but he still does not want to see things that way and still loves his family very much despite struggling with the concept of everything he's learned. Car: He doesn't have one! Nor can he drive - though he considers asking Mim to teach him. Career: Line-cook at the Moon Market, serving up traditional Korean meals. Dream Career: He literally doesn't know. This is his problem. Dream Life: ......to be loved. Love Life: He refuses to have one. Talents or Skills: Fully Bilingual, Conversationally Tri-lingual. Archery. Knife throwing. Small arms combat. Hand to Hand combat. Self-Defense. Target Shooting. Gun Handling. Weapons combat. 'Dangerous Magic' hunting / poaching. Fairy / Mermaid / Elf poaching/hunting knowledge. Strength Training. Endurance. Agility. Stealth. Basic first aid. Basic wilderness survival. Piano. Basic singing/rapping. Intelligence Level: He's incredibly street smart, and in reality he is intelligent, just not in the 'book' aspect. He's a bad test taker/bad at sitting in classes and focusing there. He's amazing at hands on learning and quickly picks things up. As long as he can see and do. He's not stupid - he's just too trusting and too naive. Finances: Personally poor. Past Careers: Stocker/Register at Moon Market (Promoted). PA for Marie (She ghosted him after the security fiasco). Film Security for the Olive Bright Movie (Fired). Secondary Student (Dropped out). Future Huntsclan Protegee (Became Cursed and was banished/fled/etc) Past Lovers: None. (Unless you consider the fact he acknowledges he's in love with Luca but refuses to allow anything to come of it).

To the Audience: What are things you can't always describe about your character but want others to know?

Talking Style: I can't write it out, but always know that Milo has a pretty distinguishable lisp (stolen directly from his FC - so if you've ever heard Mingyu speak, imagine that. If you haven't, this song is one of the best examples, but I recognize it's hard to hear it when you're not constantly hearing the language/difference). While he's fluent in English, I also like to point out that it is his second language and he does struggle with some pronunciation and recalling words. Despite that, his accent is indescribably Philly. Which for those of you who don't know, is basically described as a 'southern accent that doesn't quite get there'. Or a combination of a NY/Chicago/Southern accent. Anyways, what I'm saying is, if this man is speaking english he kinda sounds like a douche tbh.

Respectful: Milo was raised incredibly disciplined and will almost always be reacting respectfully towards people. Expect that he greets everyone at all times with a small bow of his head at the very least, or a progressively deeper one with people he holds in higher regards.

Touch averse: Because of his curse, if Milo doesn't know you, he keeps his distance. He'll avoid shaking hands (now bc of his missing pinky more so than touch but still) and will step back if you step into his pre-determined space.

Pip: Assume if he's in a place with Pip that he's always pretty nearby. He genuinely is his shadow.

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Curse details:

With Pluto’s curse, any meaningful display of affection triggers him to turn back into a dog. This means, essentially anything more than holding hands with a person can put him back into his four-legged state. Cuddling, kissing, hugging, etc will all cause his curse to react. The length of time he’s spent in his dogsona is influenced in how much the affection meant to him. For example, if he truly loved the person he were engaging with, it would drastically lengthen the time in which he spent as a dog. Whereas if a stranger hugged him, he might just turn into a dog for a half an hour or so. There’s no known limit on how long he could stay as a dog, and has gone years since hugging his mother. However, unknown to Pluto - under his curse, any true love’s kiss will seal the curse forever, ensuring he’ll live as a dog until he dies. On the other hand - it’s resentment and hate and suffering that do the opposite. A truly spiteful and cruel act would break the curse indefinitely - and not that Pluto knows that, but he’s also certainly too good of heart to ever find that out….. What he's discovered through Pip/experimentations are the limits of said 'affection' and how indirect (through blankets/blocks/etc) seem to prevent the curse from taking affect. Milo is also uncertain, but thinks that every time his curse is triggered, that Pluto ages - and that his dog-age is not directly dependent on his real age/how long he spends as Pluto. Which means he's worried that constant re-triggers of his curse will quickly age-up his dog-self and kill him.

Milo's owner timeline:

Picked up by animal control shortly after escaping his mother's apartment.

Spent a month at an ASPCA in Philly getting a full work up before he was 'adoptable'. He considers this time his personal hell. He was still just a kid and it was one of the scariest things he ever went through, even to this day.

Milton: First owner (3 Months, Surrender for aggression/too loud/etc). Wanted a good hunting dog for the weekends out of Philly, but couldn't get Pluto trained no matter what he tried, took back to the shelter.

Sharon: Older single retired woman (2 years). Played Piano. Obsessed with plants. Little old lady who wanted a companion after her husband passed. Was incredibly sweet and one of Pluto's best memories. Where he got 'Ducky'. After two years with her, Sharon was taken to a nursing home and had to surrender Pluto when her kids refused to take him. One of the only owners he will talk about and regard kindly. He thinks about Sharon a lot and hopes she's alive and doing well.

Felix: Abusive. Short tempered. Criminal. (~1 Year). Wanted a 'guard' dog for his 'business'. Also considered the dog-fighting trade (but did not). Moved the pair of them to England when he had to run from a #situation. Milo eventually fought back against Felix, got loose, got picked up by animal control. Was nearly Euthanized but was saved by an anti-kill shelter protest that emptied the shelter and vowed to find homes for all animals at the time. Also one of the other scariest times of his life. He will not talk about this and genuinely is afraid he might run into this guy some day again.

Failed to Find a Home via this program/protest. Was transferred to another shelter and ended up in NTO.

Transferred to Gregory as a 'Last Chance' option - was moved to Ruff to Fluff and was trained/evaluated for adoption.

Was Adopted by Amy Seville.

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#muse #inspo #about #x; Milo #the milo-mega list of information #aka i finally put everything in one place and it's the mostly complete version #I did this for Gregory and maybe Roscoe but no one else #welcome to the club Milo #if u ever need to know something about milo #it's probs in here #chara sheet

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oh-katsuki · 4 months

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it's been a really long time since i wrote porn for porn's sake. here u go. it's alpha nanami :)) i don't have a title for it oops

cw: alpha!nanami, omega!reader, a/b/o, breeding, knotting, heat and rut cycles, dubcon on both sides, fingering, cohabitation, taboo, protective nanami, i feel like there is a slight primal kink in here, light dacryphilia,

wc: 3.1k

nanami didn't mean to take in a stray, but that's sort of how it happened. you're staying with him until a particularly careless friend helps to find a suitable living arrangement for you. nanami really isn't sure how it became his problem, but he'd feel awful if he'd told satoru no and left you without somewhere to go, no matter how against living with an omega he is.

frankly, nanami doesn't support the idea of alphas and omegas living together. he thinks it's a bit perverse. there's far too much at risk and the situation can become dangerous if it's the wrong pairing. sure, sometimes it works out. the better of his kind (of which he considers himself to be) give the necessary space and resist the temptation, but the others... take it too far. it'd be easier for you to live with a beta, and nanami wonders why satoru didn't first go to one of them. maybe your pheromones are weak and satoru isn't worried. that's probably why he hadn't noticed them when satoru first brought you by to ask if it'd be okay.

he knows that second gender is a spectrum. some alphas and omegas hardly emit any pheromones at all, even during heat and rut cycles. nanami thinks he likely falls into this category, seeing as he's never been particularly tempted by an omega and very few have ever been all too tempted by him, but it's a gamble. it's—frankly—unethical to ask this of him and though nanami knows that he should have said no, something in his good nature compelled him to say yes.

you've weak pheromones too, he thinks. he, of course, can feel them to a degree, but seeing as you mostly keep to yourself, it's hardly a problem in the first few weeks. frankly, the most tempting thing about you is that you're beautiful. you seem to have an almost standoffish air about you, proud and dignified, with a preference towards a more solitary and observant lifestyle. most of the day, the two of you hardly even see each other, going about your lives entirely separately only to settle into the same house for bed at night.

you don't say much when you're home. in fact, nanami would wonder if you could speak at all if it weren't for the conversations he hears you having on your phone and the little laughs or eyerolls you give in response to his comments. there's understanding there, but it's silent and you hardly ever dignify nanami's words or invitations with a response. maybe you're airing on the side of caution. he wouldn't blame you if you are. so, for the next two weeks the two of you coexist without so much as a hello between you both, silently sharing a space. you stay out of the way and nanami pretends that he isn't slightly unsettled by your constant proximity and the creeping feeling that you don't really like him all too much.

"they're a little difficult," says gojo over the phone. "kinda standoffish and really smart."

"so i've noticed," nanami responds. "i can't say i blame them though. you've put us in a weird spot."

"oh, nanamin, i know you well enough to know that you wouldn't lay a hand on them even if they begged," satoru laughs. "and they really might."

nanami grimaces at satoru's statement.

"i still don't understand why it had to be me," nanami says flatly. "you could have called ijichi. it'd probably be safer."

"how noble," satoru snickers, "but i trust you. hang in there a few more weeks. we've been working on securing an apartment for them and once we do, they'll be out of your hair. you're an angel for letting them stay." he sing-songs into the receiver. nanami holds it away from his ear.

"sure," he says. "it's not really much trouble... it's just.."

"that they're an omega. i get it. stay strong or whatever lol," satoru laughs. "unless of course, you really like them."

nanami huffs and hangs up the phone. satoru's got a good head on his shoulders, but he knew where that conversation was going. satoru was likely to say something about your heat cycle and nanami, being an optimist in cases like these, hopes silently that it won't come for another two weeks. he knows he could ask, but he worries about coming across as something of a creep. nanami is a little orthodox in the sense that he believes alphas and omegas should be separate for this reason exactly. suppressants exist but they don't always work and though nanami has sense about him, he's always had an insecurity about the kind of monster his second gender could make him. it sets him at ease a little that your pheromones appear as weak as they are.

you round the corner into the living room, standing just on the far end of the room. you're wearing pajamas, but you seem to feel no need to cover yourself or hide any perceived indecency. nanami glances at you, making a point to avoid looking at the shape of your body. it's inviting and you look at him for a moment with a small smile before raising one single eyebrow and letting out a low huff of air. nanami decides that you'd heard his conversation and he watches you shake your head as you move to the kitchen to peruse what he has. your hips, swaying slightly with each step, draw his attention to the curve of your ass and he feels ashamed for even having looked.

you're beautiful, that's certain. even the way you move is beautiful. nanami has eyes enough to see that. something stirs inside of you when he speaks, wordless recognition, maybe amusement or irritation, and vice versa. regardless, it's beautiful and nanami finds that the longer you're here the more he has to swallow it down.

you seem to get a little uncomfortable if nanami has people over, even for a moment. not that you've ever said anything about it, but you appear set on edge when he does so in the following weeks, it leads him to not bring anyone over at all. he can't bear the idea of making you uncomfortable. for as little as you've spoken to him since you've been here, nanami finds that he's grown rather fond of you. if things continue this way, he should hate it when you leave. admittedly though, he's looking forward to it a little. nanami feels that you're... a temptation. one he can't really seem to overcome.

one evening, you sit down in the living room with him. it draws his attention to look at you.

"i'm not mean, you know," you say flatly.

nanami is astounded to hear the cadence of your voice so clearly and without prompt. he can only offer a nod in return.

"i'm just picky," you continue, shifting in your seat as if you're made uncomfortable by the way you're sitting. "i have to be, being the way i am and all."

"i understand. i'm not offended," nanami says. "but some people would probably call that rude."

you smile at him, coy and delicate. "would you?"

"maybe," he offers. "if the circumstances were different."

nanami clears his throat, furrowing his eyebrows at your body language. something's off and he wonders if maybe your cycle has begun. he shifts on the couch and turns his full attention to you.

you move over to him and sit just adjacent to his leg. something in him stirs, primal and unrecognizable. you've never been this close and he only now notices that you smell nice, like something light and fresh.

nanami feels his chest stir. "this is the most you've ever said to me, i think."

"sorry," you say.

"don't be," he responds.

this conversation is awkward. it's loaded. it's like a conversation between two people who can't exchange more than a few words without experiencing intense sexual tension. he clears his throat.

"i need your help," you mumble, shifting closer. he knows what you're implying.

"i can't help you," nanami responds through gritted teeth.

"please," you say, standing slowly. you linger in front of him for a moment before reaching out and slowly straddling his legs. nanami flinches as you settle on him, pausing for a moment to breathe. "touch me."

you place your head against his shoulder, fingers grabbing his shirt as if you're agitated. the skin of your cheek is warm against his collarbone and he can feel your hair against his jaw. you twitch lightly when you touch him. carefully, he places a large hand on your head. your whole body flinches, unbelievable warmth soaking into his skin.

you feel like you have a fever and the next time you raise your head, your eyes have gone glassy, face darker. your lips are wet and lightly parted and a layer of sweat covers your forehead.

"not like that," you say, something needy creeping into your voice.

nanami, against his better judgement, rests his hands on your waist. you shudder under his touch and he slowly strokes the exposed skin of your sides with his fingers. trailing the pads of them against raised goosebumps on your skin. between your legs, he can feel heat. he knows you're wet and he knows what you want. nanami isn't sure he can give it to you, he's unsure that he should. it's not illegal, but he feels that it's wrong. something about it is fundamentally wrong and the situation goes against all of his morals. his mind still wanders.

you rest your forehead against his chest, and he feels your pheromones as they hit his nose and soak in through his skin. his body responds, tensing. your breath picks up, little heaves and pants, and you squirm down against him almost involuntarily. nanami feels himself grow hard. it surprises him and shames him. he feels heat rise to his cheeks at the realization that he's pressing up against the inside of your leg, something that makes you stir and settle directly over him. every exhale from you is a borderline whine and the syrupy smell of you grows more intense by the moment. nanami still runs his fingers along your sides, venturing over your tummy and back occasionally.

"just a little bit," you command, rubbing your cheek against him and then placing your mouth on the side of his neck and biting. "i'm sorry. just a little bit."

nanami winces and you drag your hips over him. his hands fly to yours, gripping hard enough as you make you whine.

"i can't," he grits out, speaking directly against the way his cock throbs against your core. he can feel it's dampness, a humidity that soaks through his pants.

"it hurts," you mutter and nanami feels an unpleasant stirring in his stomach. he hates the thought of you being uncomfortable.

"maybe we can find help-" you twitch over him, making him wince, "for you."

you shake your head, "you."

nanami exhales and tips his head back, his fingers still on your waist. he weighs the outcomes of this in his mind. he could push you off and fix you a blanket and a safe space, give you some tools to help yourself and then plug his ears and pretend he doesn't want to do it himself. he imagines the buzzing sound, the way you'd whimper from the other room over, still unfulfilled despite the aid. he thinks about your fingers between your legs, unsatisfying and only serving to worsen the itch. it makes him strangely jealous, nauseous almost, that you should be so uncomfortable in his presence.

you exhales against him and it's a near defeated sound. nanami's fingers buzz with adrenaline, his cock swelling and throbbing every time you so much as shift over him. there's a lack of control in this situation and his fingers move to comfort you almost against his will.

something natural and easy takes over as he slides a big hand down to the front of you and cups your cunt. it feels almost like an out of body experience, but both yours and nanami's humanity drips away slowly to make room for these primal actions. you shudder and nanami's chest swells with relief as he sees your expression. there's a need within him to care for you. it's protective, the same way he'd feel if you were in physical danger.

nanami moves his four fingers over you slowly, his breathing hitching as you push your body against him. he can feel your dampness soaking through your thin shorts and it isn't long before your relief gives way to more need.

"just this once, nanami," you breath against his neck. "please."

nanami's head is filled with something syrupy. probably you. it's probably a chemical reaction caused by you and he knows that any pheromones you're releasing are probably being released in equal amounts by him. they take up space in the room, crowding him so that all he can focus on is you, is the need between your legs that calls to him like song.

"okay," he gives in, pulling your panties to the side and dipping his fingers into you.

you shudder and let out a short cry, thighs trembling. he knows he won't be able to satisfy you like this, but he wants to try. nanami knows though that there is no such thing as nipping it in the bud with these sorts of things and as he begins to move his fingers inside of you with a beckoning motion, he feels himself slip farther away.

you're so wet, dripping down his fingers. your pussy clenches around them, begging for a knot, sucking the two digits up into you and then threatening to push them out. nanami has been with omegas before, but he's never felt himself slip away like this. his humanity leaves him in favor of something animal.

nanami shushes you quietly as he pulls his fingers from your body. you whine and squirm against him, pressing down and grinding against the bulge in his pants. he sucks in a sharp breath and quickly discard your bottoms, leaving you bare and exposed in his lap.

your cunt is sticky and shining, glistening with your wetness. he can smell it, the way you're probably fertile, and the perverse thought crosses his mind that maybe you deliberately avoided your suppressants so that he could do this to you. how out of character for him to think that.

for someone so proper, he makes quick work of pressing the head of his cock against your entrance. you push your body forward to try to take him in and nanami very quickly slides into you. you're tight and with the way your cunt makes him feel, he knows that the stretch must hurt you, but he can't seem to stop. he's so focused on quelling the ache within you, buried deep in that spot where his knot will inevitably catch.

you are barely capable of forming words now, dumb and deaf with your heat. any words of comfort nanami offers to you seem to go in one ear and out the other, but he offers them anyway. they're automatic and they come without his even needing to think about them. things about taking care of you, about knotting you the way you're begging him to, about making sure you're never alone when you have to do this. if he were in a better state of mind, he'd be mortified.

instead, he fucks his hips up into you, holding you by the waist against his throbbing cock. then, when that isn't enough, he lays you on your back on the couch and presses your knees to your chest so that he can go deeper. he needs to get deep enough to where his knot will catch, to be able to stay there to ensure it catches properly. he feels the way air leaves you with every fuck of his hips.

you raise your hand to touch his face, eyes glassed over and watering as gentle tears slip down your cheeks. a silent encouragement that pulls him from his thoughts back to you. nanami turns his head instinctively and kisses the palm of your hand. then, he takes your thumb into his mouth and bites down on the fleshly part at the base of it. he could draw blood if he wanted, but he doesn't. instead he takes your hand as it falls from his lips and kisses you plainly again on the palm before pinning it above your head.

"i'll take care of you," he grunts out and you nod deliriously.

nanami makes quick work of knotting you. he bullies his cock as far in as it will go, swelling and swelling until he sticks. you squirm as he does, gasps growing higher in pitch until you're silenced by the pressure deep in your abdomen. you cum around him, he thinks, pussy fluttering as it throbs around his knot. then, you exhale as the heat recedes into the background with this momentary relief.

nanami winces as he holds himself up over you, slowly returning to his head as the swell of pheromones recedes and leaves only the feeling of the space he takes up in your cunt.

you search his face for something, benevolence maybe, and nanami places a wide palm to your cheek.

"i'm sorry," he breathes as words find him again. "i didn't intend to-"

you shake your head, returning to yourself as well. "don't be, i wanted to."

nanami isn't really sure what to say and you wince under him as he settles his weight a little further, throbbing lightly at the mention.

"hold me," you ask and nanami obliges. he settles fully over you before lifting you so that you're straddling his lap again. you wince and nanami soothes you by gently stroking your face. it's automatic again, the urge to comfort you is well beyond his control.

something in you triggers something in him and it is two full days before either of you are lucid and well enough to separate. satoru calls him multiple times, but nanami ignores him, too preoccupied with his unexpected rut and keeping you comfortable. at present, he's well past the initial guilt and frankly, entirely hellbent on deciding that you should stay. so much for his practicality, nature won out in the end.

nanami doesn't really think he'll ever hear the end of this, especially not from satoru who, when he inevitably gets a hold of them, will tease so relentlessly that it might shock nanami and you back into your senses. he decides to hide out here with you for a little longer, filling the room with the scent of you both until it crowds out everything else. he likes the way you feel nestled up beside him, messy and breathing deeply as you sleep.

a tag for my friends @antizenin and @kentocidal bc they asked!!!

#nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #jjk x reader #nanami smut #nanami kento smut #tw: a/b/o #tw: breeding #tw: dubcon #i can't find my writing tag #also there are prob spelling mistakes in here i apologize #i apologize if this isnt very good

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