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Best in Show [Kimi wa Petto: Momo/Sumire, springkink prompt]
There's a couple of other prompts (that I suspect ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aliaspiral or anenko may have prompted!) that I wanted to try too, but I got sick, so I will work on it in the future! ;D
title: Best in Show
fandom: Kimi wa Petto (aka Tramps Like Us)
prompt: (Fandom: Tramps Like Us, Pairing: Momo/Sumire, Kink: leash and collar.)
notes: 1481 Words. Originally posted anonymously at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
springkink for the Valentine's Kink Meme here: Part One, and Part Two
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Everybody stares when they first see Momo, but Sumire knows it's because they are all jealous. She leads him along on his leash and all eyes turn their way as Sumire searches for their designated spot, entry number 118 in the show.
"Sumire-chan-" Momo says, glancing around at the middle aged men, the little old ladies, the well-groomed women licking their lips. But before he can voice his concerns, Sumire is tightening her grip on the leash and pushing him down to the floor.
"Bad boy," she hisses, leaning down to his ear, "good dogs don't talk."
Momo peers up out of the corner of his eyes, pleasantly chastened. Sumire places a foot squarely on his back before he can think to rear up and jump at her; heeled shoes, though she doesn't usually wear them. It just so happens that Momo at his tallest is almost as tall as her, and it wouldn't do for him to feel on an equal footing with her. Therefore the high heels are necessary.
"Now," she smiles brightly, reaching down to place her hands over his shaggy-haired ears, "let's get you looking your best."
Momo sits to attention for this, loving the feeling of the brush in his hair. Sumire knows to go over the same spot again and again to make his hair glossy. He closes his eyes and his body begins to relax, and before he knows it, he's making happy keening sounds.
"Oh Momo," Sumire sighs, wrapping her arms around him, "you're such a good boy."
She stays like that for a while, regardless of anyone else; they all have their pre-competition rituals - one man is helping his dog into a pair of dungarees. But just as Momo is thinking how he could stay like this forever, Sumire pulls away.
"I have something for you," she says, and as Momo opens his mouth to ask what she begins to frown, and he lets the sound die in his throat. "Let me see, where did I put it..."
She rummages around in her bag, and pulls out something red and shiny. It's a red leather collar with diamonds spaced around it.
"I know, I know, it's a little excessive," Sumire says, more to herself than to Momo, "but I couldn't help myself, and I thought it'd be a nice gift... If you win, of course. As if you wouldn't win!"
During the competition, Momo begins to wonder just how Sumire-chan managed to get him entered. It went without saying that she could be very intimidating when she wanted to be, so maybe that was all there was to it. He shrugged it off, and began to scratch at his ear instead.
"Stop that!" Sumire says, batting his hand away. "People will think you've caught fleas, or ticks, or some awful kind of skin rash!"
Momo thinks people are too busy staring at him - especially when he crawls through tunnels and on beams - to stop to consider the possibility that he might even be able to catch fleas. But the worst part is the appraisal. Even without looking Momo can tell that Sumire is having to hold herself fast to the floor to keep from attacking the gentleman who feels the muscles in Momo's arms and legs, as well as... other areas. Momo swallows hard and tries to focus on the pride he has in his well-formed dancer's body.
He starts to wonder if all the other dogs were examined for so long, or if it just feels like forever now that it's his turn.
When the time comes for the awards ceremony, Momo is more than ready to leave, damn the trophy, damn the collar, and damn Sumire-chan's beautiful, smiling face...
He really needs to go, and everytime he so much as squirms an inch, Sumire is there tightening her grip on her leash and giving him a sideways warning glare without even moving her head. He even whines a little into her leg, and she squats down at his side to stroke his hair.
"You so much as sniff anymore," she whispers very firmly, "and I will see to it that you let rip right here on the very nice, expensive carpet."
Momo sometimes wonders why he puts up with Sumire-chan, until he remembers that when they get home she will bathe him and cook for him, stroke his hair and watch television with him. And if they just happen to win this competition, she might just be so happy that he might even get some sex out of it!
With that thought in mind, Momo crosses his legs and smiles stunningly at the audience, waiting for his name to be called. He does not wait in vain, but he and Sumire-chan won't be going home with the winner's trophy.
"In second place, Iwaya Sumire with Momo!"
It isn't a trophy, but it is a brilliant blue rosette. Sumire takes it gratefully, her smile lighting up her face. When she turns to Momo, it looks like she means it, and he starts to think maybe she didn't believe they would win anything either. After all, he's a human taking part in a Dog Show.
Back at home, the first thing Momo does is break free of his leash and make a dash for the bathroom. As he stands over the bowl he thanks every deity he can think of that Sumire-chan has never insisted he go outside beside some streetlight or trashcan. She's quite content with him being house-trained.
"Oh Momo," Sumire croons through the bathroom door, "don't you want to come out and get your present?"
He comes flying through the door, his gangly arms and legs flinging themselves wildly towards her. Just at the last second, when Sumire can sense that Momo is about to pounce on her, she slips quickly out of the way and lets him go sprawling to the floor.
"I didn't win," he mumbles with a mouthful of carpet.
"You came second!" Sumire says indignantly, "you got a rosette! That's winning!"
"It's not coming first," Momo insists, turning over and leaning on one elbow to look up at Sumire.
"You always come first with me," Sumire says, very matter-of-factly. It's almost cold, the way she says it, but Momo knows Sumire isn't cold at all. In fact, the more she tenses up, and the more even her words sound, the more likely it is that they really mean something to her, and she is trying to hide it even from herself.
Momo breaks into a grin and gets to his feet.
"Sumire-chan!" He chirps, trying to wrap his arms around her shoulders and hug her tight.
"Get off!" She says, batting his arms away and shaking her head. "Get off!"
Momo stops abruptly, and stands very tall and very still.
"I'm ready for my present," he says, tilting his chin up. Sumire has been holding the red collar in her hand the whole time, even playing with it nervously at certain moments.
After she puts the collar on and her fingers draw it across until it's the right fit, Sumire pauses. She keeps her hand on Momo's neck, and brushes her fingers over the collar, over his Adam's apple, which quivers as she does so. Very much not a dog. She isn't stupid, she knows Momo isn't really her pet, but what he is, is willing.
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BONUS: (This is where I suck at smut and couldn't finish and had to cut it from the fic!)
His mouth is already open just a little in anticipation when their lips meet, although he has learned his lesson, and doesn't attempt to initiate the kiss until she has made the first move. Momo's kisses aren't the kind you see in movies, they aren't choreographed for the best angle and maximum view. They are hot and messy, utterly furious with passion, and Sumire can never keep his hands off once he's started; on her face, sliding up into her hair. He kisses like a dying man in need of breath.
She begins to stumble backwards towards the bedroom, fingers twisted in his clothes, pulling him along with her so that there's no need to break their contact. When caught in his kiss she is clumsy, disorganised, unable to concentrate on the way to go, but he has the same destination in mind, which makes it easier.
When they bump up against the bed, Sumire comes to her senses again, and takes back her control. She smiles as she pushes him flat on his back onto the bed and climbs on top of him. This is her sanctuary, and he is more than willing to let her unbutton her suit jacket and fold it carefully, placing it to one side, before she runs her hands up the underside of his t-shirt, pushing it up and over, flinging it across the room.
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aliaspiral or anenko may have prompted!) that I wanted to try too, but I got sick, so I will work on it in the future! ;Dtitle: Best in Show
fandom: Kimi wa Petto (aka Tramps Like Us)
prompt: (Fandom: Tramps Like Us, Pairing: Momo/Sumire, Kink: leash and collar.)
notes: 1481 Words. Originally posted anonymously at
springkink for the Valentine's Kink Meme here: Part One, and Part Two-
Everybody stares when they first see Momo, but Sumire knows it's because they are all jealous. She leads him along on his leash and all eyes turn their way as Sumire searches for their designated spot, entry number 118 in the show.
"Sumire-chan-" Momo says, glancing around at the middle aged men, the little old ladies, the well-groomed women licking their lips. But before he can voice his concerns, Sumire is tightening her grip on the leash and pushing him down to the floor.
"Bad boy," she hisses, leaning down to his ear, "good dogs don't talk."
Momo peers up out of the corner of his eyes, pleasantly chastened. Sumire places a foot squarely on his back before he can think to rear up and jump at her; heeled shoes, though she doesn't usually wear them. It just so happens that Momo at his tallest is almost as tall as her, and it wouldn't do for him to feel on an equal footing with her. Therefore the high heels are necessary.
"Now," she smiles brightly, reaching down to place her hands over his shaggy-haired ears, "let's get you looking your best."
Momo sits to attention for this, loving the feeling of the brush in his hair. Sumire knows to go over the same spot again and again to make his hair glossy. He closes his eyes and his body begins to relax, and before he knows it, he's making happy keening sounds.
"Oh Momo," Sumire sighs, wrapping her arms around him, "you're such a good boy."
She stays like that for a while, regardless of anyone else; they all have their pre-competition rituals - one man is helping his dog into a pair of dungarees. But just as Momo is thinking how he could stay like this forever, Sumire pulls away.
"I have something for you," she says, and as Momo opens his mouth to ask what she begins to frown, and he lets the sound die in his throat. "Let me see, where did I put it..."
She rummages around in her bag, and pulls out something red and shiny. It's a red leather collar with diamonds spaced around it.
"I know, I know, it's a little excessive," Sumire says, more to herself than to Momo, "but I couldn't help myself, and I thought it'd be a nice gift... If you win, of course. As if you wouldn't win!"
During the competition, Momo begins to wonder just how Sumire-chan managed to get him entered. It went without saying that she could be very intimidating when she wanted to be, so maybe that was all there was to it. He shrugged it off, and began to scratch at his ear instead.
"Stop that!" Sumire says, batting his hand away. "People will think you've caught fleas, or ticks, or some awful kind of skin rash!"
Momo thinks people are too busy staring at him - especially when he crawls through tunnels and on beams - to stop to consider the possibility that he might even be able to catch fleas. But the worst part is the appraisal. Even without looking Momo can tell that Sumire is having to hold herself fast to the floor to keep from attacking the gentleman who feels the muscles in Momo's arms and legs, as well as... other areas. Momo swallows hard and tries to focus on the pride he has in his well-formed dancer's body.
He starts to wonder if all the other dogs were examined for so long, or if it just feels like forever now that it's his turn.
When the time comes for the awards ceremony, Momo is more than ready to leave, damn the trophy, damn the collar, and damn Sumire-chan's beautiful, smiling face...
He really needs to go, and everytime he so much as squirms an inch, Sumire is there tightening her grip on her leash and giving him a sideways warning glare without even moving her head. He even whines a little into her leg, and she squats down at his side to stroke his hair.
"You so much as sniff anymore," she whispers very firmly, "and I will see to it that you let rip right here on the very nice, expensive carpet."
Momo sometimes wonders why he puts up with Sumire-chan, until he remembers that when they get home she will bathe him and cook for him, stroke his hair and watch television with him. And if they just happen to win this competition, she might just be so happy that he might even get some sex out of it!
With that thought in mind, Momo crosses his legs and smiles stunningly at the audience, waiting for his name to be called. He does not wait in vain, but he and Sumire-chan won't be going home with the winner's trophy.
"In second place, Iwaya Sumire with Momo!"
It isn't a trophy, but it is a brilliant blue rosette. Sumire takes it gratefully, her smile lighting up her face. When she turns to Momo, it looks like she means it, and he starts to think maybe she didn't believe they would win anything either. After all, he's a human taking part in a Dog Show.
Back at home, the first thing Momo does is break free of his leash and make a dash for the bathroom. As he stands over the bowl he thanks every deity he can think of that Sumire-chan has never insisted he go outside beside some streetlight or trashcan. She's quite content with him being house-trained.
"Oh Momo," Sumire croons through the bathroom door, "don't you want to come out and get your present?"
He comes flying through the door, his gangly arms and legs flinging themselves wildly towards her. Just at the last second, when Sumire can sense that Momo is about to pounce on her, she slips quickly out of the way and lets him go sprawling to the floor.
"I didn't win," he mumbles with a mouthful of carpet.
"You came second!" Sumire says indignantly, "you got a rosette! That's winning!"
"It's not coming first," Momo insists, turning over and leaning on one elbow to look up at Sumire.
"You always come first with me," Sumire says, very matter-of-factly. It's almost cold, the way she says it, but Momo knows Sumire isn't cold at all. In fact, the more she tenses up, and the more even her words sound, the more likely it is that they really mean something to her, and she is trying to hide it even from herself.
Momo breaks into a grin and gets to his feet.
"Sumire-chan!" He chirps, trying to wrap his arms around her shoulders and hug her tight.
"Get off!" She says, batting his arms away and shaking her head. "Get off!"
Momo stops abruptly, and stands very tall and very still.
"I'm ready for my present," he says, tilting his chin up. Sumire has been holding the red collar in her hand the whole time, even playing with it nervously at certain moments.
After she puts the collar on and her fingers draw it across until it's the right fit, Sumire pauses. She keeps her hand on Momo's neck, and brushes her fingers over the collar, over his Adam's apple, which quivers as she does so. Very much not a dog. She isn't stupid, she knows Momo isn't really her pet, but what he is, is willing.
-
BONUS: (This is where I suck at smut and couldn't finish and had to cut it from the fic!)
His mouth is already open just a little in anticipation when their lips meet, although he has learned his lesson, and doesn't attempt to initiate the kiss until she has made the first move. Momo's kisses aren't the kind you see in movies, they aren't choreographed for the best angle and maximum view. They are hot and messy, utterly furious with passion, and Sumire can never keep his hands off once he's started; on her face, sliding up into her hair. He kisses like a dying man in need of breath.
She begins to stumble backwards towards the bedroom, fingers twisted in his clothes, pulling him along with her so that there's no need to break their contact. When caught in his kiss she is clumsy, disorganised, unable to concentrate on the way to go, but he has the same destination in mind, which makes it easier.
When they bump up against the bed, Sumire comes to her senses again, and takes back her control. She smiles as she pushes him flat on his back onto the bed and climbs on top of him. This is her sanctuary, and he is more than willing to let her unbutton her suit jacket and fold it carefully, placing it to one side, before she runs her hands up the underside of his t-shirt, pushing it up and over, flinging it across the room.
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and hopefully, you will/did write for one of my prompts!
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I will do my very best to fill some more prompts, and then we shall see! :D
is noey, too lazy to log out of rp
OH Em. <3
Re: is noey, too lazy to log out of rp
(Is secretly really proud of that line :D)But DUDE you want to see them kiss in this drama! Hot and messy - none of that closed-lips-on-lips; A REAL KISS!)
Re: is noey, too lazy to log out of rp
I do not blame you, it is BRILLIANT! \o\o/ As kisses should be. xD
This is a bit late, but I love this story.
Also, your description of Momo's kisses is beautiful and episode six was indeed one hell of a kiss lol.
Late is great! XD
Thank you for your comment; I only tried writing the fandom on the spur-of-the-moment but I was quite pleased that the cracky-premise could work out :D