#i said i'd never write hybrid for shaming my own self and here we are

[onlyseokmins]

it would be a lie to say you weren't a little nervous when you heard about tiger hybrid!hoshi moving in next door to you. But the cute twitch of his round ears and adorable striped tail that swishes and curls nervously around his leg when you strike up the courage and greet him for the first time lowers your guard. And the realization quickly dawns on you that he's too cute to even thinking about being afraid of a hybrid like him.

he's helpful and much more neighborly than the former owners. he offers assistance if you have a heavy load of groceries because he has double the strength of a normal man with enhanced genes and low-key enjoys flexing it for you. he also has a thing for analyzing and putting stuff together - displayed by the various furniture and decor you like to buy and assemble with him around.

of course, he's entirely content to just laze around, cracking his jaw while he yawns and observes you working on it. not wanting to take the joy away from what you wanted to do yourself. however, if you huff cutely and ask for help, he's more than happy to assist - having already figured out where the piece you're struggling with goes because he's endearing annoying like that.

you're not exactly sure when it happened but you've grown so comfortable around him. he makes you feel safe. even when he flashes a toothy smile your way, dangerously sharp canines on display - and yet you don't feel a shred of fear.

which is why you don't hesitate to ask if you can touch one of them - entranced by their wicked shape. and of course, he lets you. widening his jaw in a way that doesn't spook you (though that doesn't even cross your mind) and his eyes narrow as a weird sense of joy fills him, rumbling in his chest and turning into a purr of encouragement.

when your fingers brush a little too tenderly on his chin, cradling his face now as you're still so mesmerized by his large tooth - his purr turns to a groan and his lips instinctively wrap around the finger in his mouth and suckles on it, teeth nipping into the skin with care. his eyes shift from soft brown to a rich orange that glows with desire. and he growls ever so slightly causing your breath to halt.

and then suddenly he releases your finger and the moment's gone. hoshi jokes about giving you a tooth to hang around your neck much like the one he has of his late mother's. you find the sentiment sort of sweet if not terribly morbid and forget all about what just happened because even if it's the first time you're sitting on his lap, it feels so natural to you.

it doesn't register until a couple days later when you actively do not see hoshi at all. like whatsoever. you might've thought he moved out or something if you didn't see an occasional light on and his car parked stationary in the driveway.

there's only one explanation. he's sick.

it's only happened a few times since you've met but every once in a while he gets a terribly bad fever and is knocked out of commission for days. but you're obviously worried and bang adamantly at his door with the threat of not going away unless you physically see him to make sure he's okay.

he doesn't want to answer but he also can't resist you so he begrudgingly opens up - tiny ears flat against his matted hair and a sweaty sheen coating his unclothed upper body. you remember the first time you saw the pigmented stripes covering his shoulders. your eyes trace the patterns that ripple in time with his labored inhale of air.

you want to come in, waving the container of broth you'd warmed for him but as tempting as that is (and you), he has to refuse. you can't be around him in this state. he can't be near you like this. so rather coldly, he refuses and slams the door in your face. a small grin lifting the corner of his mouth that isn't held down by his teeth at your ferociousness at being left outside without being properly answered.

oh, if you only understood. though when you rattle the doorknob aggressively one more time out of concern, he finally rasps out, "you need to leave now because you're ovulating, and your dumb cunt is begging me to stretch it out and fill it up. it's taking everything within me to not tear this door off its hinges and claim you immediately. and i can't do that to you. not like this. do you understand now?"

it's silent. and he breathes out a sad sigh of relief. he's scared you off. good.

until he takes the following inhale and smells your sweet scent still, suddenly ten times stronger than before and it would've knocked him off his feet if he wasn't leaning his entire body weight on the door frame.

he swears. and you whisper against the door so only he can hear with his heightened senses. "let me in, hosh. my pussy's dripping all for you."

he growls, flinging the door open so hard it nearly does fly off with his strength. having the decency to at least set the broth down somewhere so it doesn't spill. but then he's slamming you against the wall, agile speed allowing him to pull out his barbed dick and wedge it in between your puffy pussy folds.

and you're cumming already with a cry as his teeth dig into your neck, ridges of his cock hitting all the right spots as it slides in. there's no need to gift you a necklace when the marks on your neck are enough of a pretty sign that you're his. and he proudly bears the scratches you dig into his skin and chest. punctuating his claims with harsh thrusts though he promises will be slower, gentler next round.

"just getting started, you needy thing. gonna destroy this human cunt but that's okay 'cause it's made for me, my little mate. you're gonna take everything i have over and over again 'til it's guaranteed we'll have a little litter of own cubs to look after."