BoJack Horseman x reader

pb and bo-j

disclaimer: i am so so so so sorry

When you decided to move to LA you never thought you'd do anything besides stay in your dorm and occasionally go out to eat. Now, as you're standing outside a TV star's house you ask yourself 'how did I get here?'. You reminisce on your younger years, dreaming of moving out of your small Midwest town and to the City of Angels. Everyone dreams of becoming an actor/actress, but very few people achieve said dreams and you're one knock away from doing so. 

Earlier in the week you ran into Mister Peanutbutter, your boss and--in his words-- friend, and he made some small talk with you. Having the large yellow dog standing next to you, patting you on your back, looking into your being, made you extra cautious of how your relationship with Mister Peanutbutter develops. You didn't think he'd ever try to take advantage of you; he's some silly, but respectable, dog who just wants to be friend with everybody. Your hand starts trembling as it reaches for the door, tapping it softly. You went to try again but Mister Peanutbutter opens the door for you, leaving you with your hand extended towards the door. He welcomes you with a big smile and a lending hand as he helps you into his house. "Thank you for inviting me over, sir." The room smells like beef jerky and moisture. He closes the door behind you and nudges you in the direction of the hallway. "Well thank you for coming over; I know it might've been a bit weird for you to have your boss invite you to his house" he begins, reaching for the fridge. You sit at the island counter, taking in the smooth white marble. "I was actually very flattered, I assume you wanted to talk to me about something regarding set?" He pauses for a bit, rubbing his arm. His ears seemed droopy but you think that's just your imagination. He sighs and takes a swig from the energy drink he grabbed. It spills on to his chin and wets his fur in sugary liquid. You look around the room to try to avoid eye contact with him and notice it's a bit messy; you'd think he'd have someone clean his house for him since he's decently rich. He walks around the island and over to you, sitting on the stool to your right. You turn your body towards him and bump knees, your heart starts racing a smidge. You don't want him to think you're trying to imply something else here, it's strictly professional. As you turn your body away again he places his hand on your knee. The yellow fur complements your bright blue pants, but you can't be thinking about that because it's not supposed to be happening. "I didn't want to talk to you just about the set" you hear from him, his hand inching up your leg, "I've just been recently thinking about you in ways that I shouldn't, if you understand what I mean."  You feel hot, a bit dizzy, and try to stop yourself from feeling horny. "Are you sure this is okay?" you ask him, he's smirking in your ear and you feel his cold nose on your neck. You shiver a little bit, subconsciously inching your body towards Peanutbutter. Trying to resist temptation is the hardest part of this; it's all too easy to give in to your lustful desires. You feel his warm and firm hand on your back and look up at him. "We don't have to keep doing this if you don't want to. I just feel like you've been wanting this for a really long time and I'm here to give it to you." You nod and bring your arm around his neck, letting the fur consume you. For a slight second you think about how he gets haircuts, but that thought is gone because he's lifted you up and is carrying you somewhere. You can't take it anymore, one touch by him and you're done for. 

He pushes the door open with his foot while carrying you then throws you on the bed. You giggle, looking up at the yellow lab, wondering if there is anything to regret. He rubs his dick through his pants, looking down at you and you feel his stare on your body; the lust spills out of you. He climbs on top of you, taking off your shirt and kissing your neck. He feels so warm against your cold skin, the fur taking over you. You put your arm over his neck and kiss his right cheek, ruffling his fur on the back of his head. There is something hard pressing against your stomach and you bring your hand downward, feeling his hard dick through his pants. He whimpers a little, turning you on even more; you start taking off his pants when the doorbell rings. Mister Peanutbutter's ears jump up, his head turning to the sound. He gets off of you and leaves the room, leaving you horny on his bed. You wonder who it might be, but don't think much of it as you take off the rest of your clothes so you're ready for him when he comes back. You think about him with his clothes completely off, dick in his hand, watching you and admiring how hot you look. His bed smells like his cologne, there's fur all over the sheets and pillows. Mister Peanutbutter is taking a long time, you think. You start to get self-conscious, maybe you look stupid laying on his bed with only your underwear on. You hear heavy footsteps and muffled voices; you can hear Peanutbutter's enthusiastic voice respond to a deeper one. The doorknob turns and you pretend to not notice that he came back, staring straight ahead. Mister Peanutbutter puts his hand over your eyes, telling you that he has a surprise for you. You smile and tease him, getting excited for whatever he has in store for you. You can't hear the other voice, seems like they left, when you hear 'this bitch looks so needy, where'd you find her?'. It's a low and gruff voice, their words are slightly slurred and arrogant. "She's just one of my horny employees; she needs this so go for it whenever you want" Peanutbutter replies. He removes his hands from your eyes and in front of you is a tall creature, fat in stature, leaning over you. The room is dark so you can barely make out who/what it is. Whomever it is grabs your chin to lift it upwards and you can see it's a horse with white markings on his face. "BoJack if you're not gonna go for it then I will" you hear from your right. BoJack still has his hand on your chin so you dart your eyes to Mister Peanutbutter, who is stroking his cock and watching you be overtaken by the horse.