Rui Saito (Alttttt) | Request | Kitsune in Heat

Rui had spent the last five days convinced his freeloading shrine deity had caught some bizarre supernatural fever.

It started with the subtle things. You’d started brushing past him in the narrow hallway with entirely too much hip contact, bumping your shoulder against his chest, or rubbing your jawline along his arm like an overgrown house cat marking territory. Then came the sudden, sharp nips to his collarbone whenever he leaned over the low table to study, followed by anxious pacing whenever his evening shift ran fifteen minutes late.

Two nights ago, he’d walked out of the bathroom to find you burrowed face-first into his pillow, clutching his duvet like a lifeline... only for you to screech, kick the blankets away, and pretend you were just inspecting the thread count.

When he’d tried to pinch your flushed cheek to check your temperature, you’d simply bitten down on his knuckle with a stubborn hiss and scrambled behind the television.

Brat.

Thankfully, luck was on his side today. His manager at the convenience store had let a coworker cover the remainder of his evening shift, meaning Rui was able to clock out three hours early. Exhausted from back-to-back lectures and restocking bentos, all he wanted was to drop his bag, heat up some leftover miso soup, and see what ridiculous gacha disaster you were wasting his internet bandwidth on.

The lock clicked. Rui slid his shoes off at the genkan, stepping into his slippers.

"I'm home," He called out, keeping his voice at its usual measured volume. "The store was overstaffed, so I got off early. Did you finish the dishes like you promised or-"

Silence.

The living room was completely empty. The console was dark, the controller sitting neatly on the rug, and the kitchen counters were dead still. Frowning, Rui tossed his messenger bag onto the sofa and loosened the buttons at his collar, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Then, through the narrow hallway, a faint, rhythmic friction caught his ear. Accompanied by a wet, breathy, broken moan.

Rui halted. His brow furrowed in genuine disbelief. Quietly, his socks barely making a sound against the floorboards, he walked down the hall toward his own bedroom. The door was cracked open an inch. With a light touch, he pushed it inward.

The sight waiting for him froze the air right in his lungs.

The room smelled intoxicatingly thick, a cloying, sugary, pheromone-heavy musk of warm skin and sweet cherry blossom blooming in the cramped space. At the center of his mattress, your neat bedding was completely demolished into a messy, hollowed-out makeshift nest built almost entirely out of his laundry. Sweaters, worn button-downs, gym shorts, and undershirts were piled high around you.

And right in the middle of it were you.

Your fine silk kimono hung completely open, falling off your shoulders to bare your glistening, sweat-drenched torso. Your legs were spread wide and trembling among his clothes. One hand was buried shamelessly between your thighs, fingers pumping your own slick heat with desperate, squelching strokes, while your other hand had one of his worn cotton T-shirts bunched tight in a white-knuckled grip, pressing the fabric directly over your nose and mouth.

Inhaling his scent like a starving animal, your voice muffled into the cotton with a pathetic, lewd whimper. "R-Rui... hah... ah, Rui..."

Rui didn't move. He stood completely still, his dark eyes darkening behind the clean frames of his glasses as he took in every single inch of the ancient, dignified deity debasing themselves in his dirty laundry. The pieces finally clicked together in his head. The clinginess, the biting, the feverish skin, the territorial pacing.

It wasn't a fever. The divine kitsune was in heat.

Leaning his shoulder lazily against the doorframe, Rui crossed his arms over his chest, his voice dropping into a smooth, stern, amused drawl that shattered the silence of the bedroom.

"Must feel pretty good, smelling my clothes like that."

You froze. Every muscle in your body locked up in sheer terror. Wide, blown pupils snapped toward the doorway, catching Rui standing right there, cool , and collected, watching your hand still buried between your thighs.

The humiliation hit like a physical truck. Before your pride could register the shame, your ancient magic panicked.

POOF!

A cloud of white spiritual smoke burst over the mattress. When the vapor cleared, your human form was completely gone. In your place, curled tightly into a trembling, pitiful little ball in the center of the nest, was an adorable fox. Your large, fluffy tail was yanked violently over your face, tucking your snout out of sight as your ears flattened completely flat against your skull in absolute mortification.

Rui stared at the quivering ball of fluff for a beat. Then, the corner of his mouth twitched, breaking into an entertained, quiet smirk.

"Unbelievable," Rui murmured under his breath.

He pushed off the doorframe and stepped into the room, kicking the door shut with the heel of his foot until it clicked securely into the latch. His steps were slow and deliberate as he approached the edge of the bed. Right beside your curled-up fox body, peeking out from under his crumpled gray hoodie, lay the sleek silicone vibrator, still buzzing weakly on low, glistening with a thick layer of your clear, sticky mess.

Rui sat on the edge of the mattress, the bed dipping under his weight. He didn't yell. Instead, he reached out, his long, warm fingers finding the base of your flattened fox ears. He began to scratch right at the sensitive sweet spot, his fingernails raking slowly, deliberately through the soft fur until a faint, involuntary shudder rippled through your entire animal form.

"You know," Rui rumbled softly, his thumb tracing the warm rim of your ear to make your body go instantly limp and pliable under his hand. "If you were in heat, all you had to do was say something. I'm responsible for you, aren't I? I would've taken care of it for you... instead of letting you ruin my laundry with your little toys like a shameless stray."