Horimiya | ホリミヤ

14/02/18

Chapter 3 took pretty long to come out. Lopplover, Isadora Maria, and skrewUps, thank you so much for the reviews!

Chapter 3: Cat

Hori Kyoko sprawled out on her bed, feeling the sheets beneath her wrinkle unevenly.

"Kyoko—do you like that?"

She didn't have to open her eyes to know that that voice was his, and she smiled shyly, turning her head away from him.

"I like calling you Hori-san, though. Do you want to know why?"

Her eyes fluttered open to see his face. He was grinning at her; his lip piercing catching the sun's rays as he smiled, and she almost let out a squeak when she felt warmth—his warmth—directly on her stomach. His hair tickled her enough for her to let out a soft chuckle—

"Why?"

"Because I want to let the world know your name, that is", he whispers, towering the brunette as he moves to look into her eyes lowering himself so that his breath would reach her ears warm, "before I can change it to Miyamura."

She blushes because she doesn't expect him to say that, and a deeper shade of red crosses her face at the sudden feel of something rough against her skin.

A gasp.

"Did that shock you?", he asks, concern evident in his eyes as he searches in her face any negative reactions.

A plea.

Or something along the lines of, "Miyamura, don't."

But instead, she smiles; this action of hers being her reply as she reached her hand out to slightly graze his tattoos with her fingertips, tracing each zentangle with utmost care, and perhaps he takes this as a go-signal that maybe, Hori-san liked what he did.

He repeats what he did, and Kyoko almost called out to his name, but he stops her with a hush.

"Izumi", he says like last time. "Call me Izumi."

And before she can say it, he does it again, and Kyoko lets out a muffled sound as she feels his tongue glide smoothly against her belly, before proceeding to trail butterfly kisses down 'til the waistband of her shorts.

It suddenly crosses her mind; the five year old Hori Kyoko would rage at the thought of a person licking another person; it simply isn't hygienic, nor is it convenient for any of the parties. She remembers it all back then, in a particular stage of her life when her innocence was a delicate flower and she had accidentally unveiled one of those videos. And although that did not stop her from playing Feeding Frenzy 2 in her cousin's laptop, it did put questions in her young mind, as to why the person getting licked wasn't disgusted, and why the one doing the licking didn't dislike the salty taste of the human skin.

And she let out a sweet laugh, because she had come to really like the feel of Miyamura on top of her, and because Hori Kyoko herself was a ticklish person.

"Hmm?"

Her laugh filled the room once more, joining the musky air and the smell of their sweat that surrounded them, only to turn into a soft sigh as she felt Miyamura's tongue once again, and it was rough that it reminded her of when she had let the family cat drink water from her cupped palm, but it felt different.

So entirely different.

"Ah... M-Miyamura—"

She could feel his piercing warm against her belly as he continued his ministrations, leaving soft kisses and rough bites that all Kyoko could do was feel useless and tug his hair with her bare hands. She loved his hair so much, maybe much more when it was longer and uncut, but she loved his hair nonetheless as she continued her actions.

"C-Cat", she mutters unknowingly, to which the boy stopped his ministrations.

"Hmm?"

"M-Mi—", Kyoko stutters, because she didn't mean to speak her mind. Swallowing the lump in her throat that would always begin to form whenever she tried to say his name, she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, "I-Izumi—Izumi's tongue", she blushes. "It's like a cat's."

He chuckles for a while, before returning to her stomach, and she doesn't know what to think or what to say or what noise to make because her stomach is in knots—clearly, as Miyamura's hands are everywhere.

Everywhere, but not where she wanted them to be.

And so she pulls at his hair, not hard, but hard enough for her to be able to take his face in her hands, and lean in to meet his mouth.

That is, until he purrs.

"Because Izumi's tongue is a cat's", he... meows?

Her right eyebrow quirks in amusement and confusion. "What?"

And she is horrified at the sight of him getting fluffier and... hairier? while his ears are positioned elsewhere and the only thing in front of her is a cat.

"MIYAMURA?!

She can feel herself getting shaken, and she opens her eyes to see Miyamura holding her by the arms, sweating like she had never seen him before.

"Hori-san, are you alright?"

"Yeah, 'nee-chan. Onii-chan and I were starting to get worried."

"I-I had a dream—t-there was Miyamura and there was a cat and—"

"Onee-chan, that's just Kiri on the bed."

Oh, she thought, as she looked around her to see the little fluffy thing on her belly, licking her skin that must've been exposed as she moved around in her sleep.

Souta had gotten himself a new pet, she reminded herself.

"Why were you so scared, 'nee-chan? Onii-chan just brought you to your bed and then ya started freaking out after ya grabbed Kiri towards ya."

"Y-Yes, Hori-san", the raven-haired chimed in, "Was it that much of a nightmare? I thought you liked those?"

She sighed, before feeling heat creeping up her cheeks and resting at the helix of her ears. "No, you idiot", she barked lazily, before muttering, "It was a hell of a good dream, that's what."

A/n: Lmao Hori be getting those dreamzz.

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