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Shirou Ogami X F!Human!Reader: On the Hunt (Slight NSFW)
Warning: Primal Play in case it's not your thing but if it isn't, why are you here 👀
You had to pick up your feet. Your time was limited and you had to get there as fast as possible before it ran out. Glancing at your phone, your timer read 10 seconds. Your headstart was about to end.
You darted into the nearest alleyway, taking it as a shortcut to your destination. You came out on the other side.
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You stopped to flash your ID at the man standing at the door.
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You ran through the doors and made your way to the stairs, not having time for the elevator.
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You bust through the doors of your office and dive under your desk, fitting yourself in the space.
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You froze as the time ran out. You just spent the last half hour running through Anima City to come back right where it all started. Of course, you were careful to not pass by Shirou. The man stood at the front of the building while you ran through the city, wasting your time to spread your scent and slip in through the back of the building.
You hoped the many times you ran the same crossways and streets in all directions to attempt confusion worked. If not, all your running had been for nothing.
You sat for a good fifteen minutes, spending the time getting your heart rate back to normal. Despite that, you still had the bubbling excitement in your stomach knowing he'd be there any moment. You squirmed at the thought.
It was interrupted by the sound of your door opening. The click of his shoes could be heard as he neared the desk.
"I wonder where she is...?" He says tauntingly.
You hear his claws drag along the desk as he walks around. You press yourself further into the small space. He comes to a stop.
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The giant wolf muzzle peaks around and he sniffs, a clear bluff as you know he already has you. He opens his mouth a little, drawing his lips back in a silent growl.
In one quick movement he's snarling and growling at you, pulling you from under the desk by your leg. He moves to grip at your hips as he lifts you up and onto his hip like a toddler.
Your hands grip at the fur around his neck and shoulders.
"Got you, my little one."
You squeak as he throws you onto the couch you have set up. He partially hovers, nose pressed against your panties, snout covered by your skirt. The claws of one hand dig into your side as he keeps you presses down. He takes his other hand and helps you lift your hips up in order for his teeth to snag the band of your panties.
He tears them off with one motion of his head and he leans up, staring you down, the fabric hanging from his mouth. He spits them off to the side and leans back down, nosing at your wet cunt.
You feel his long tongue lap at your entrance, catching the juices that had leaked. He runs it to your clit, pushing harder at it. The feeling leaves.
He chuckles and flips your skirt up with his muzzle. "I wanna make sure you can watch me eat you, my prey."