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Arranged Marriage Trope ~ 2.8K Words
Wolf-Hybrid!HusbandXHuman!GNFatReader
CW: Arranged marriage, distant relationship, mild bdsm, mild dom/sub vibes, dominant personality more than anything else, masturbation, knotting, size kink, breeding. Honestly it’s pretty tame compared to a lot of my stuff.
It was an arranged marriage. Two powerful families, a long time feud, and a wedding to forge the peace. It wasn’t unique, but it was uniquely awful for you.
Your new husband was a large, stoic wolf hybrid. He was gorgeous, you couldn’t deny that. He was well over 6 feet, and his tight black dress shirts did little to hide the muscles he touted. His fur was dark grey, like a misty mountain range. Sometimes you imagined touching it.
You felt dwarfed, which wasn’t something your chubby ass had experienced much. So that was nice.
But that’s where the positives ended. Yes, you looked great on his arm, a slinky black gown to match his silky black slacks and shirt, but you had no connection.
He seemed uninterested or unwilling to get to know you. You figured, if you were going to have to spend your lives together, you could at least develop a friendship. It wasn’t the love filled marriage you’d dreamed of, but it could still be a partnership, nonetheless.
You tried everything you could think of to seduce the absolute brick of a man. You flirted with him during every interaction you could. You brought him little treats you had baked while he worked. You rubbed his shoulders after a long day. Nothing seemed to make him warm to you.
He seemed comfortable having you around, but also seemed to have no interest in interacting with you, unless you initiated it. It was starting to drive you mad.
You’d noticed little things about him that were more subtle. Things you didn’t realize he’d do. He always protected you when he was around. You were… clumsy to say the least, and the amount of times he’d caught your dumb ass as you were about to fall was kind of comical. It got to the point he always had a hand hovering around you. At your lower back, your hip, your thigh. It was almost like he gravitated around you.
Then there was his eyes. He didn’t express much on his face, in his dangerous line of work, he couldn’t. But that didn’t stop his eyes. You’d learned to read him from watching his eyes. You’d be in meetings together, and without fail you could guess his response. The subtle ways his brows furrowed when he was interested, and listening intently. Or the fire that flashed when he got annoyed.
You noticed his eyes when he looked at you as well. You couldn’t tell what it was, but there was a distinct, unique look in his eyes when he looked at you. And a faint blush to his cheeks when you caught him staring.
You’d started thinking maybe something would come of you two after all, but despite your ever boldening efforts, nothing happened.
Finally, after nearly a year of this new life, you were pent up, and frustrated. You shared a bed, which made any sort of self pleasure extremely difficult. Normally you could time things for when he was busy, or showering. But one night, much later than you would have liked to be asleep, your cunt throbbed.
You squirmed lightly in the large king size bed. He lay mere inches from you, soft snores rising from his chest. His face was serene, calm. You didn’t get to see him at peace very often. You’d begun to cherish seeing him like this.
You couldn’t focus long enough to go to sleep. Your thighs were sticky with your arousal. You wanted to be fucked. It had been so long. Prior to the wedding, you’d been told he’d expect you to fulfil certain… duties. But he’d never touched you in that way aside from a chaste kiss at your wedding.
You’d spent years of your life before meeting him, fearing the tyrant man you’d likely marry, and sometimes, dreaming about the handsome man you’d marry. But you were met with him, something you’d never expected or imagined. Uninterested.
You whined softly to yourself. You were desperate. He was asleep… right? You listened to his breathing. It sounded even. His soft snores solidified your decision.
You turned to lay on your back, a hand snaked down to gently rub your aching clit. You almost moaned out loud, your other hand whipping to your mouth to cover it. He was so close. He was so beautiful. You wanted him. It surprised you how confident you were in that asseratation. You spun your fingers in circles on your small bud while gazing at his face.
You imagined his hands on your body. Those huge, strong hands. What things had he done with those hands? The idea of such violence colliding with your soft, pliable body, had you stifling another moan.
You dipped lower and sunk two fingers into your cunt. You couldn’t help a whimper slipping through. It wasn’t enough. It was never enough. You wanted him to fill you, you wanted him to take you. Why couldn’t he just want you back?!
You groaned in frustration, your fingers desperately pushing in and out of you. You were starting to think you wouldn’t be able to cum while staring at his face, wanting him so badly.
“Please…” you moaned his name before you could stop yourself.
His eyes snapped open. You yelped and scrambled to pull your fingers out of your body, your positioning clear.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” He demanded, his voice dark, an edge you couldn’t place to it. He turned to look at you, his eyes raking down the thin sheet that covered you. Your pj shorts were pulled to your knees, your tank pulled up and over your chest. All that stopped him from seeing you on full display was that barely there sheet. You felt your nipples harden and his eyes flashed down from yours to stare.
“Answer.” He gave no room for argument. His eyes didn’t leave your chest.
“I, uh, I must have been having a bad dream. Sorry I wo-” he didn’t let you finish. He ripped the sheet off of your body and before you could even react, he climbed on top of you, pinning you down underneath him. He held your hands above your head in one thick fist, his knees in between your legs, holding them open. His other hand lightly caressed your round, soft tummy.
“Do not lie to me.” He whispered into your ear, leaning down so his face was next to yours. “You have one more chance to explain why you are almost naked, moaning out my name like a slut.”
Your cheeks burned. You turned your head and squeezed your eyes hoping maybe that would make it all go away.
His warm breath on your face told you it wouldn’t.
“I… I… I was just…” you didn’t know what to say. I was just fingering myself while desperately thinking about you fucking me?! Yeah… no.
He stared at your face. You peeked up at him, surprised by the slight smirk you could see playing in his lips. You had thought he was furious? But maybe…
“I was touching myself.” You spoke softly. Embarrassed still. Even with your soaking cunt spread open for him.
“What were you imagining?” He replied, not missing a beat.
“You.” You practically whispered. He groaned above you.
“Show me what you were doing.” He leaned back and let go of your wrists. He sat back on his calves, kneeled in between your thighs still. You looked up at him, eyes wide with uncertainty. He nodded curtly towards your exposed pussy. He brought his hands up to massage idly at your thick thighs. His thumbs ran along stretch marks and dimples near your hips.
You squirmed, hesitant to perform such a vulnerable action in front of another person. He turned his face from the flesh of your thighs he was handling, up to yours and caught your gaze. “This is your final warning. Do not push me, love.” His tone, deadly. You found your cheeks burning even hotter at the casual term of affection he’d used.
You couldn’t pull your eyes from his, but slowly lowered your hand down to your clit. You rubbed yourself unenthusiastically.
Your husband who had never seemed as wolf-like as he did now, tsked at you. “I don’t think pathetic movements like those were what made you moan my name.” He reminded you again of your embarrassment.
You whimpered and a shudder ran through him. You reached your fingers further, and pressed two shallowly into your cunt. You were surprised by how much more wet you had become. The fear, the uncertainty of his next move, had you on edge like never before.
“Now, tell me, no don’t stop moving.” He interrupted himself when you paused. “That’s right, now tell me, why were you imagining me while fingering yourself? Why were you staring at my face while trying to make yourself cum?” You thought your cheeks couldn’t have gotten more red and hot until he had said that.
“I, please, just let this go, and we can pretend nothing happened.” You begged him, pleading eyes gazing up at his unimpressed ones. “I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again, I’m sorry.”
“You don’t listen very well, do you?” His tone was threatening. He flipped you over in the blink of an eye, and pressed your soft, round body into the bed. You felt his rock hard cock press into your ass from behind through his pyjamas. Your eyes flew open at the realisation of how turned on he was.
“Does that make you less self conscious, love?” He asked, patronisingly, grinding his hips against you. “You might even get a reward if you’re a good slut for me.” You felt yourself get even wetter, if that was possible.
“I was thinking about you fucking me, because I think I might be in love with you, and you never even give me the time of day, and we are just laying in this bed every night, so close and yet so far and I hate it and I don’t know what to do!” You shouted in a chaotic, blubbering stream. You gasped a breath after the words had finished tumbling from your mouth. You hadn’t really meant to say quite that many words…
For a long moment, your wolf hybrid husband was motionless above you. Your face was pressed into the mattress. Tears began to prick the edges of your eyes with each second that dragged on.
“But… I’m a monster?” He asked quietly. “I thought maybe you were just horny and wanted a quick fuck with a warm body.” He flipped you around, your face inches from his. He stared at you with large, round eyes. The stern, controlling man who held you seconds ago was gone, replaced by a shy puppy. “You love me?” He asked. You could see uncertainty flash through his eyes.
“You’re my husband.” You replied, the doubt clear even as you said the words.
The handsome man looking down at you scoffed. “That doesn’t mean anything. You didn’t choose me. You didn’t get to have a say. I didn’t want to take advantage of our situation. I know…” he trailed off. “I know there are unfair expectations for physical relations in arranged marriages, but I swore I’d never be that kind of man, I’d never push you to do anything. I promised myself I’d never let you know how desperately I wanted you.” His eyes widened as he seemed to realise what he said as he said it.
“You’re my mate, I think.” You spoke softly, uncertain of yourself as well. You reached up and pressed your hand against his face. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back into your touch.
When he opened his eyes again, they were solid black. “Those are dangerous words, love.” He smelled your arousal on the hand that cupped his face. You hadn’t registered it was the hand previously fingering your cunt.
“I like danger.” You said despite its cheesiness. It worked. Your mate chuckled.
“You like monsters too?” He asked again. A smirk had replaced his wide eyed surprise. His hard cock pressing against your soft tummy reminded him of your current predicament. You nodded enthusiastically at his question.
“Who would have thought, my precious, little human mate would be a desperate slut for wolves.” You dipped your head at his words but he pulled your chin back up, dragging your eyes to meet his.
“I love you too, I have for a very long time.” He kissed you, long and hard. The first real kiss you’d ever shared. You felt yourself gripping him everywhere, both of your hands touching the others bodies. He squeezed your hips, fingers and claws digging into your flesh.
He nipped down your neck, not breaking the skin, but enough to leave a trail of marks. You felt his hand go to his waistband, and he groaned as he released his cock. You had known it would be big, but big didn’t even begin to describe the behemoth in front of you. You felt your face pale.
The wolf above you licked his lips. “I know you can take it. One of the reasons I like my partners to be a bit thicker, better to manhandle, eh?” He teased you.
You looked between his face and cock, and his apparent disregard of your concern just made you wetter.
“I can smell you, slut.” He looked down at you with smug eyes. “Yeah, you’ll take me alright. Even if it have to make you.” A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes, and you felt the head of his dick at your entrance.
You second guessed yourself. You started trying to protest, but he covered your mouth with one large hand. “Now now, none of that. As you said, you’re my mate. You’ll love it.”
He slowly worked his head into you, and it was already breathtaking. You felt fuller than you’d ever felt, but anxiety at his size rose even further. Before you had a chance to protest, he started pushing deeper.
He wasn’t rough, but he definitely wasn’t gentle. He fucked into you with shallow thrusts, each pushing deeper than the last, until you could feel his knot battering at your entrance. The stretch was overwhelming, but you could feel the shadow of pleasure behind it.
Once he was at his full length, minus the knot, he started fucking you in earnest. He bent your legs up and over his shoulders, and practically folded you in half. It felt amazing to be so easily manoeuvred. Any stress you’d carried about being too big for him, melted away with each desperate caress he gave you. It was like he couldn’t touch enough of you at once.
The pain from his size kept fading, but the pleasure only built. Soon you were loudly crying out with each thrust. He grunted above you. He spoke of filling you with his seed, breeding you.
You could feel your orgasm growing as his thrusts got rougher. His hand snaked up to your neck, and you watched a wicked smile cross his face. He pressed into your neck, squeezing your throat. Your hands raised to his arm, trying to pull him away. It was almost comical, your tiny fingers prying at his thick muscular arm.
You started seeing spots and panic filled you. Your husband stared directly into your eyes as you struggled beneath him.
“Good pet, you can do it, don’t worry.” His comforting words sounded like they were too far away. You felt his knot pushing against your cunt. You tried to scream, but no sound could move past his fist on your neck.
Everything collided at once. Your vision was fading and your orgasm rising in front of you when he slammed his knot deep into your pussy. You screamed, even though no sounds came out. You both came, hard. He released your throat, and peppered you with kisses while you rode out to spasms.
Hot cum poured into your battered cunt as his thrusts turned erratic and staggered. He couldn’t move much due to his knot, but he did what he could. You felt the huge pressure drag up and down the entrance of your pussy. He came for so long, longer than your entire orgasm. You were coming down while he was still filling you up. You gripped each other's bodies, sweat and saliva mixing.
He collapsed to the side, pulling you up and on top of him, his cock still wedged deep inside you. You moaned involuntarily at the movement.
“Hmmm, I hope that was better than your fingers.” He hummed, amused. You grinned down at him.
“Marginally.” You teased. He looked up at you with offence and you winked, leaning down to kiss him again. You didn’t think the excitement of that was going to wear off any time soon.
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Wolf hybrid x bunny hybrid reader.
You couldn't possibly be anymore nervous. You were meeting with the sigma of the all alpha pack. They needed a female for their heat, and you needed multiple males to help you through yours. Bunny heats could lead to death if not treated properly, and you were a shunned rabbit. No burrow would take you. Darius looked you up and down his claws digging into his chair he couldn't believe such a cute tiny bunny was in his office wishing to agree to the stupid ad his 2nd had recommended they put out. His pack was getting to riled needing a pussy to keep them in line but never did he expect a bunny rabbit. You smelt like sunshine and freshly grown flowers he couldn't help but wonder if all rabbits smelt like that.
"They accused me of a crime I didn't commit. I swear even though I'm a shunned. i'll bring no harm to you or your pack. I just dont wish to die in agony from something that can be helped. And if I do end up pregnant, I request to be welcomed to stay in pack territory. I will not leave any of my children." You stated the conversation had been going smoothly, but the sigma had started to look furious. You couldn't help but start to panic more. Did he believe the rumors did he just call you here to see the only shunned bunny in history like many others had before.
"Many of the males in my pack were shunned for the wrong reasons. I don't care about such a worthless thing. I just need a willing female to aid us and many have not been interested in helping my whole pack. They don't want there young to be born from tainted." Darius growled. He knew he shouldn't feel insulted at the females accusations but it still stung after all he would never rip a child from there mother or judge somebody for being shunned.
"I didn't mean to offend you. I just want to make sure there is no miss understanding." You whispered softly. The heat suppressant was starting to wear off , you where gonna cry over upsetting the wolf. This meeting needed to wrap up or you'd be in heat with a pack who didn't want you. Never again you'd sworn standing quickly. "Thank you for having me but since your clearly not interested I'm going to leave now."
"When did I say I wasn't interested?" Darius asked tilting his head inhaling your sweet scent. The scent of your arousal making his instincts go off. If anything he wanted to make sure you got under him and stayed there. He stood towering over you. He grabbed a strand of your hair twirling it into his fingers. He pulled you close your lips almost touching. "You will stay in my room for right now while I prep my pack then I'll have my way with you before they get there turn. I can't wait to have you falling apart for me little bunny nothing more than a brainless slut begging for more from me.... from my pack." He growled his eyes glowing golden with how his instincts where leading is emotions. As the soft needy whimper left your lips he stole the sound closing the distance.
Darius's kiss was all primal he made it clear he was in charge. He growled as he picked you up grinding his hard cock against your heat. The feeling of his jeans rubbing against your clit had you whining into the kiss for more. And Darius was going to give it to you.
He broke the kiss slowly placing you back on the ground making sure to keep your pressed close down as he did.
"Wh.. why did you stop." You stuttered blushing heavily wanting to reconnect with him.
"My office is not the place to start this. My pack has a room they made just for the female we brought in." He stated as he dragged you from the office. "My males will want you there ready and if I start with you now I won't stop." He groaned as he scented your arousal once again his sweet rabbit was so needy so wet already. As you entered the room that was located not to far from his office thank the gods for that. You where awe struck the room was beautiful truly looked like the room of your dreams.
"It's incredible I know you designed it for any female but it almost feels like it was made for me." You shook your head at the silly thought. Darius stepped forward placing his finger under your chin to make you look up at him.
"We all argued on this room for months before it was completed. So perhaps it was." Darius eyes where soft glad you liked the room. You grabbed his collar and pulled him down wanting to show the sigma how much you really appreciated the room. He chuckled kissing you softly. "Take of your clothes and lay down ass up on the bed." He stated nipping at your lips before stepping back. Sitting in a chair you hadn't noticed immediately but once you did, You realized it took in view of the whole bed you licked your lips perhaps Darius liked to watch. You had stopped in your tracks do to the fantasies that where running thru your mind. Darius watching while giving orders to his men while they handled you. "Bunny I believe I told you to do something." At Darius's tone you snapped out of your thoughts making eye contact he was the image of someone in control.
"Yes sir." You whispered out with a blush going to quickly strip. Darius tcked. Standing back up grabbing your hands.
"Stay calm bunny there is no rush. Give me a show baby girl." Darius whispered leaning into to drag kisses along your neck. "Mmm your heart is racing little bunny is it fear or desire?"
"Desire I've never wanted somebody as much as I want you." You gasped out as he gave a rough nip to your collarbone. He couldn't help but grin against your neck at that he felt the same he'd make sure you got pregnant he wouldn't let you leave him now.
"I'm gonna sit back down bunny and once I'm seated your gonna give me a show then lay on the bed with your pretty ass up, So I can see your cute little tail." Darius ordered releasing you to return to the chair. You watched silently as he got comfortable. Once he was fully seated you slowly reached down pulling your shirt off slowly. Your tail wagging in excitment. Darius's dominating mannerism had your panties soaked. Darius growled
As you finally revealed yourself his eyes traveled along your body taking you in. He jerked his head towards the bed encouraging you to do the next order. Finding the courage you turned to the predator giving him your back. Your heart rate once again picking up while your pussy only got wetter wondering what it'd be like to have him hunt you and use you for himself. Slowly crawling onto the bed wiggling your butt and little tail at the wolf. You where getting more and more wet by the second especially knowing the wolves eyes hadn't left you.
"Oh the bunny want to play does she." He snarled as you wiggled your tail and looked at him with half lidded eye lunging from the chair, he quickly closed the distance. You let out a startled yelp going to scurry up the bed to avoid the wolf. Your fight or flight extinct kicking in at Darius's sudden fierceness. He grabbed your hip with one hand while the other grabbed your long ears pulling your head back. Effectively pinning you to the mattress with his body. You where at his mercy. "Oh bunny you know better then to run from a big bad wolf don't you? That's how you get devoured and I'm gonna have my fill sweetheart." He groaned grinding his cock against your ass. You let out a soft whimper burying your face into the bedding as he released your ears. "Fuck bunny..." He groaned. "I can smell how needy your poor little cunt is. I need a taste. Don't fucking move." He growled as he slowly stood up. You where frozen the only thing you could acknowledge was the sound of your own heart beat. A soft gasp left your lips as you heard the sounds of his belt being undone and his pants hitting the floor.
"P....please Darius I need you." You stammered out you where to excited and things where going to slow.
"Oh no sweetheart this pretty cunt is about to belong to me ill take as much time as I please." He reached out spreading your fold licking his lips at the sight of your dripping cunt. He smirked taking a picture and sending it to the group messenger his pack had. I found our girl I'm gonna stuff her full first. Next one here gets her. Tossing his phone onto the floor knowing his pack would diffently rush to arrive he wanted to get his fill as promised. Darius bent down grabbing your ankles he pulled you down closer to him chuckling as you squeaked and quickly repositioning you on the edge of the bed your cunt and ass completely open to him. You moaned at the feeling of his fingers starting to rub along your clit. Darius wasn't joking about having his fill. He listened to every whimper and moan as he continued to move his fingers on your clit. He groaned in delight as he finally slide his index finger into your sopping cunt.
"Your pretty little pussy is sobbing in need she want a big thick knot to stuff her full." He stated looking into your eyes enjoying the way the rolled back when he made contact with your sweet spot. "A there's your g spot baby I bet you haven't found it with your pretty tiny fingers." He added a second finger smirking as your back arched off the sheets. The pressure building in your stomach telling you how close you where to cumming but suddenly Darius stopped pulling his fingers out of your puffy needy cunt.
"W...why did you stop." You whined soft tears falling down your cheeks. Darius groaned at the sight.
"Wanted to hear you beg for it hunny." He chuckled at the distress look that filled your features. He lifted up your left leg nibbling gently at your ankle. "You'll beg your Alpha to let you cum won't you sweet bunny?"
"Please Alpha please let's me cum." His smirk widened as he lunged for your cunt. Keeping your thigh pinned on his shoulder. You let out a startled cry as his thick tongue slide directly into your cunt. Darius growled against your clit as the taste of your cunt filled his every sense. Using his thum. to rub steady patterns on your clit he began to fuck you with his tongue using his hand to grab your hip pulling you closer to his mouth. Darius pulled back with a groan his face moist with your wetness. He smirked at you biting your ass cheek drawing out a soft moan from your lips. "fucking..bite....delicious....bite...gonna make sure you have our pups gonna keep your sweet pussy forever."
The finger that had been playing with your clit slid back he held eye contact with you as he pushed the finger inside. "Your poor cunt she's so needy only put my thumb in and she trying so hard to take me deeper to have more." He growled as he pulled his thumb out replacing it with three more. He and his brothers where all large and you where just a poor tiny bunny compared to them. Letting out a startled cry you clawed at the sheets underneath you. Back arching while grinding your hips onto the hand that was currently bring you close to the best orgasm you've ever has. Darius's eyes flashed at the sight of you cumming undone around his fingers. He quickly.pulled out his fingers flipping you back onto your stomach. Quickly sliding them back inside before you could let out any protest.
"Please Dare I... I'm gonna cum again." You gasped out making him gladly pick up the pace. Moaning loudly when suddenly his hand came down slapping your clit. You let out a sound that you'd never heard yourself make before eyes slamming shut and head thrown back as the pain made you squirt on his fingers.
"Fuck baby girl trying to milk my fingers dry. Let's give you something big and hard that you can get all those needy spots for you sweetheart." Darius shifted and dragged the head of his cock along your sensitive clit enjoying the soft whimpers and needy cries that kept escaping your lips.
"Please Dare fuck me I want you to fill me up. Wanna take your knot like a good girl." You gasped out reaching for him.
"Fuck baby girl gonna fuck you hard and deep." Darius snarled as he leaned over you slowly pushing his cock into your dripping heat. He moaned kissing you his tongue demanding entrance to distract you from the burning pain of stretching on his cock. As you returned the kiss he grabbed your hips pushing into you till his knot didn't allow him to go any further. You whinned at the feeling you where already so full and could feel his knot pressed against your lips, rubbing on your clit as Darius lazily rolled his hips.
"Sooo big.... I don't think I'll be able to take your knot." You cried soft tears sliding down your cheeks. You'd never been so full before or so sensitive. Darius looked down at you his eyes soft.
"You will sweetheart I'm gonna start moving okay and while I do why don't you play with your pretty pussy for me." You nodded at his wishes biting your lip as you dragged you hand to your clit. Before giving your clit some attention as your fingers gave your clit a light pinch. Darius pulled out and as you pulled on the sensitive bud he slammed back in. You cried out clenching tightly around his girth at the sensation it was to much you dropped your hands away from your cunt gripping tightly on to the sheet beneath you as Darius began to pound into you. You'd swear he was trying to hit your cervix and with how deep he was you where sure he would in no time.
Darius had lost it and the poor little rabbit under him had no clue. The sight of her hair spread out along her back, her pretty eyes glistening with unshed tears he couldn't wait to draw out, and then when she pulled on her pretty nipples biting her lip as he slammed himself deep inside of her fuck. He couldn't think anymore he wanted one thing and one thing only and that was to fill his mate with his seed. He listened to your sweet cries as he continued to pound himself deep inside of you pushing against all your sweet spot adjusting to what made you tighten up or what didn't. And as you came on his cock he roared dropping himself down placing his face into your neck picking and nibbling at the spot he was gonna mark. He thrust deep his cock piercing your cervix while his knot slid into you with a soft pop. He couldn't stop himself from sinking his teeth into your throat. You saw stars as you came around his knot his cum warm and thick as it began to fill you.
"Fuck. That was hot." You startled out of your haze at the sound of a new voice. Looking by the chair you saw 3 more alpha males standing taking in the erotica scene infront of them.
(Part 2 as soon as I can I'm a perfectionist and I wasn't even sure if I wanted to post this 🫢)
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ᶜʷ: ᵖᵘᵖᵖʸᵍⁱʳˡ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ , “ᵃⁿⁱᵐᵃˡ” ⁿᵉᵍˡᵉᶜᵗ , ᵖᵉᵗ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ , ᵖʳᵃⁱˢᵉ , ᶜˡᵃʷⁱⁿᵍ & ᵇⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ , ᶜᵒˡˡᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ , ᶜʳᵉᵃᵐᵖⁱᵉ , ᵇʳᵉᵉᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵏⁱⁿᵏ
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the night satoru gojo decided to adopt a hybrid, you were the lucky girl. he could hardly contain himself when he saw your sweet little face, wide eyes, puffy tail, and laid-back ears. he knew how nervous you were—poor baby. probably so sick and tired of being caged up all day. despite what their website said online, they completely neglected all of the hyrids here. the entire “hybrids are people too” went straight out the window.
despite your malnourished condition, he knew you were the one. $2500? no problem. he sure had it on him and paid in full instantly. during the entire process, you were so shy and scared—shaking like a leaf. either the staff were mistreating you, or you had a bad experience with a past owner. either way, he sympathized with you. he wanted you to know you were safe.
when you came home with him, he already had stuff set up for you. he planned on getting a dog or a cat, and considering you were a dog, he had things set up for you. hybrid food, water, blankets, a soft but sizey bed, and training pads (just in case).
“well, here we are, puppy! your forever home!” he grinned ear to ear, letting you sniff around cautiously so you could get used to your surroundings. his friendly voice did make you somewhat ease up, but you couldn't be sure.
“it's better than that shelter, for sure. are you hungry?” that made your ears perk up—slowly turning to look from him. it was almost amusing how you tiptoed on all fours while taking in the sight of your new home.
“oh? is that it, puppy?” he spoke enthusiastically, but also in that tone you'd speak to a baby. “they didn't even tell me your name, pretty. what is it?” you slowly whispered it, sitting in front of him timidly. he repeatedly it, humming and letting it roll off of his tongue. it had a nice ring to it.
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you'd been with gojo for a couple of weeks by now, having completely gotten attached to him and unable to be separated from him. you'd whine and sniffle if he left you alone. you couldn't even sleep separately anymore.
everyday, your became needier and would crave his attention constantly. he'd even take you out for walks with your pretty little pink color on to burn off some of your energy. it was weird how your body language was beginning to change, but he didn't question it.
that was until the day you went into...heat. actual heat. he facepalmed at not having thought about it beforehand or even doing research before he adopted you.
when you woke up, you panted, your face was hot, and you clenched your thighs. gojo was still sleeping silently next to you—his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath he took.
you clung to him, huffing in a frustrated tone before grinding your lower half against him. it felt good. the mini stimulation nearly made you bite your lip. you hadn't even felt something like this before—having been in the shelter all of your life, and were always forced to take heat suppressents in the form of bitter pills.
you kept up the movements, only thrusting your hips forward gently at an attempt to not wake him. you cried out into his clothed shoulder—burying your face into the crook of his neck and inhaling his scent. he smelt manly from the intense yet inviting cologne he always wore. it smelt extra good this morning for some reason.
your tongue ran over his pulse while lapping at his skin and leaving little bite marks. not enough to hurt or wake him, but noticeable and would probably get him questionable looks if they lingered long enough.
“satoru,” you whined breathily, acting like a bitch in heat (which you were) as you picked up the speed of your thrusts and claws dug into the flesh of his forearm. your panties he bought for you were already drenched and clinging to your pretty pussy, some of your slick dripping down your thigh.
your legs shook, your heart raced, your tongue lulled out, then everything stopped—
satoru groaned softly, eyes fluttering open as he ran a hand through his hair. you eeped, pulling back. the knot that was bound to snap in your stomach dulled, leaving an unfamiliar ache. it made you feel sexually frustrated, but at the same time—so so guilty.
you loved satoru a lot. he was your owner and took special care of his sweet girl, but this? whatever you were doing was wrong in your eyes, and it surely would be in his too. bad dog. he'll take you back to the shelter for being a disgusting mutt.
“mm, baby?” he spoke in his usual tired voice, yet it felt so different this time around. you swore you got chills and your ears fell back. that low and sultry tone shot straight to your core.
“m-morning,” you mumbled, eyes drifting away from his curious ones as you tried not to look guilty. the way you chewed on your bottom lip and your timid ears gave it away, though.
“it sounded like you were hurt. are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked with worry, unlike his usual sweet-as-honey tone.
you nodded vigorously, but it was an obvious lie. he held his arms out, gesturing for you to come closer. “you don't have to lie to me. makes it feel like you don't trust me. hurts my feelings.” he pursed his lip, pulling you close and petting you. he scratched behind your ears and gently pulled your little tail, just trying to get a rise out of you.
when you let out a whine, he stopped, and his eyes widened slightly. he's pulled your tail gently in the past to tease you, but this was the only time you made a noise like that.
he instantly took note of the rising blush on your cheeks and building embarrassment, petting you once more. “um, sweetheart.”
you looked up at him with your pretty eyes he admired even more than his own, yet they were glazed over with...something he hadn't put his finger on until now.
“are you in heat?” he knew it might've been an embarrassing question to ask, but the way you were behaving, and that little noise you made lit a flame in him that shouldn't have. it was the only logical explanation, anyway.
a pause, your body tensing, the way your breath hitched. he got his answer by that alone, but hearing you admit it would've riled him up beyond comprehension. “s-satoru, 'm sorry! please—don't take me back to the shelter!..” you were already pleading—thinking your badly-hidden secret was given away. tears brgan to weld in your eyes, yet he held your cheek lovingly.
he frowned. did you really think he'd hate you that easily? you were his sweet puppy. he would never! “sweetheart, look at me.” he tilted your chin up, wiping the tears from your pretty eyelashes.
“'m not mad. i wanna help you, pretty girl. would you like that?” the idea made your thighs clench, and you nodded shyly.
he wasted no time lifting your shift over your head and instantly being met by the sight of your perky breasts. what he always forgot to do was buy you bras, but he never had an issue with staring. he respected you, at least, but now he could stare all he wanted. your body was perfect and your nipples hardened from the slight brush of his fingers against them, combined with the cold air.
“please—hurry. wan' you s'bad.” your voice was whiny and he chuckled, maybe even thanking you for being able to get to it. your eyes shot down to the boxers he slept in, a bulge straining against them.
“always so needy,” he mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before standing up and tugging his boxers down with a content sigh. you wanted him to feel good too, considering it looked painful as it twitched with your eyes on it.
“like what you see?” of course you did. he was already bigger than you height-wise, but hell, he was nearly 8 inches. he was gonna split you open. your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight, and you tried not to gasp.
“i promise i'll be gentle. you can tell me to stop at any time.” he reassured you, ruffling your hair before lifting your hips carefully to slide down your pants and pretty panties. you were fucking dripping. his cock pulsed.
“so wet...” he ran his finger over your slit and watched you squirm. “all f'me? i feel special.” he brought his thumb to his lips and sucked gently, grunting in content as if you were the sweetest little thing he ever had the pleasure of tasting.
“'toru, you're teasin' me—” you huffed softly, your legs attempting to close from his heavy gaze, but he dug his nails into your hips and held your thighs apart.
“ah ah ah.” he clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “none of that, pretty. i wanna see all of you. especially this pretty cunt.”
he leaned forward, his breath fanning over it and making you even wetter. he inhaled deeply, but you attempted to push his head away out of shame. he surely didn't have any.
he knew you were getting impatient, and he was too, so he spared you both any more excruciating waiting and brought his tip to your clit. the gentle rub he did against it made you jolt, your tail starting to wag. cute.
“it'll sting. bare with me, ok?” he warned you, pressing another kiss to your cheek, then neck. he was careful with you, but he knew you wanted it rough.
when you nodded in acknowledgement, he slowly began to slide the tip in, and he swore he couldn't breathe. how could you feel so heavenly he could hardly put his tip in without wanting to thrust impatiently?
you sharply gasped, whimpering as more tears pricked at your vision. “sh, sh. i know, i know—fuck. you feel real good, puppy.” he praised you, rubbing your ears as his pelvis connected with yours. in one dangerously rough thrust, he was fully inside of you, and you whined pathetically, big globs of tears already streaming down your puffy cheeks. he just couldn't help it—you were so tempting. so wet and warm...he wanted to be in you forever.
he groaned loudly, muttering out curses as you dug your claws into the back of his neck. your legs were already locked around his waist which helped you with stability, but it hurt an insane amount. he was aware of this and already started to feel guilty, but it faded almost instantly when he felt you clench. you breathed out a shudder, letting your head fall limp agaisnt his shoulder when his thrusts continued.
“god—haven't ever felt a cunt like yours before, puppy,” he spoke in almost a whiny tone, which made you try to suck him in deeper. that spot he hit inside of you against your velvety walls with each buck of his hips made you wail, yet you didn't want it to stop.
“yeah...yeaaaah. just like that. my sweet girl's so tight all for me.” he would've cried from how heavenly your little cunt was if it weren't for the broken moan and pathetic laugh he used to cover up how he was falling apart with each thrust.
he was already so sloppy. he couldn't help it. you'd forgive him, right? you were his sweet puppy—without a doubt, you would. you wanted to be bred, anyway. it was an instinct. having him breed you and fill you full of his cum—maybe even have his babies made you squeal.
“shit shit shit— 'm so sorry, sweet girl. gonna cum in you so early. you aren't mad, r-ight?” the way his voice cracked on the last word added to your wetness. he knew all you could do was let out little noises, so it was mostly a rhetorical question.
the absolute squelching and skin slapping was beyond unholy, but sounded so good to his ears. he was on cloud nine—eyes rolling back as his thrusts became rapid and his cock slammed against your cervix aggressively. he was moaning with each thrust, and you couldn't stop crying. there was no possible way you could stop. the pain mixed with pleasure was so unbearably good.
“FUCK! baby, gonna let me breed you? fill you to the brim and make you have my kids? does it get you off, sweet girl?” his voice sounded so broken, yet sultry. with one last, sloppy thrust, he completely filled you up and made you brokenly sob. your pussy spasmed and your thighs quivered, cumming as well all over his cock.
“my sweet baby.” he kissed you so gently you barely felt it due to the overstimulation and how out of it you were.
he praised you constantly as he cleaned you up and let you rest in bed. every couple hours he was coming in to bring you water or tend to your needs. sometimes he'd even lay with you to help with your separation anxiety. you loved him so much.
his poor, sweet puppy.
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Puppy jake fucking yn in doggy like a dumb puppy in heat while is tongue is out and he's chasing for his high
⋆˚࿔ I’m not happy with this one ☹️ don’t hate me anon. I LOVVE PUPPY JAKE AGENDA AHAHAAH PLEAS INTERACT IF YOU ENJOY COMMENTS AND REBLOGS APPRECIATED !
ᝰ.ᐟ warnings ¡ breeding, overstimulation, subby!jake, puppy,Jake, he’s kinda in heat ig let’s hope that’s all…. This is low key buns omg I’m gonna kms
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“Ngh…I’m so close fuckfuckfukcfuck”
Jake tail wags with every thrust he delivers to your poor spent pussy. His cock is throbbing and leaking pre cum, he’s so overwhelmed from the feeling of all the blood rushing to his cock. The way your pussy clenches his cock has him crossing his eyes whimpers and moans falling out from his mouth that’s been open. His thrust are sloppy, inconsistent and uncoordinated but you know how Jake is when he’s like this, so worked up he doesn’t even know what to do- just fuck fuck fuck. Your body’s overstimulated—he’s been going at this for hours, poor babies in heat and he needs to let it out ! He’s so embarrassed from his state right now, messy whiney desperate begging to cum. But he can’t help it you just get him like this.
“Hmm ple-please I wanna cum”
His mouth hangs open and drool seeps out onto your lower back side, his hips starts stuttering while he whimpers out. He stops thrusting and pushes himself all the way in his tail wagging behind him. Whimpers and moans come out of his mouth that now covers with spit, such a messy boy :/ he moves his hands away from gripping your ass just to see it jiggle against his pelvis.
He’s vision whitens as he gets closer and he can’t hold back anymore—thrusts knocking the breath out of you as he whine out
“Oh ! Please let me cum inside- pleasseee I need to”
how could you say no when he’s asking so nicely? With all the energy you could muster from your sore body you nuzzle yourself against him as he cries out hands grabbing at your waist.
“thankyouthankyou-mmphf”
He cums inside with one last thrust, the cum spurting out of his tip and filling up your inside. Just when you thought you couldn’t get more full. Now you’re full of his hot cum dripping out of your throbbing hole and onto the sheets. He pulls away with a wince and spread your ass to look at the cum dripping all over the sheets with your back arched.
Just one last round maybe
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Hmmmm… gentle bull hybrid, he grew up with everyone (all the other bull hybrids) being so aggresive all the time, it wasnt an issue because he knew they were all tough enough to handle it and he was too. You though? No no no, your way too fragile, he could never do anything to hurt you! Including being intimate unfortunately. When he holds you he makes sure his grip isnt too tight, scared to fully wrap his giant hands around your chubby body (his hands could still fit around ur waist he is huge). Even if you ask him to be rougher he is so scared of hurting his little mate, you tell him you can handle it and he cringes with hesitation. Eventually he does start to loosen up a little bit, slinging you over his giant shoulder, picking you up by the waist, tossing you onto the bed, laying his big fluffy head on you, now that he knows your not made of glass he finally gives in. Not fully initially, he starts with only making you cum on his tongue and after a couple weeks he adds in a finger and maybe two, its only after a few months of his “conditioning” that he finally decides to give in to trying to go all the way. He will lay you down and hesitate for a moment before rubbing his throbbing head through your soaked cunt, shuddering at the feeling. He rubs your squishy tummy as he ever so slowly starts to push in, not even getting the head all the way in before stopping and asking if your ok, eventually you have to just suddenly move your hips down onto him so you can get it over with. He moans loudly as you fit all of him (that you can physically fit) inside you. The stretch is very apparent to you but definitely worth it. He then starts a terribly slow pace, pausing to check on you every now and then but you can see his wet nose getting redder the more he gets worked up. Eventually your yelling and whining with tears in your eyes for him to just fuck you already, he reluctantly gives in and starts a more steady pace, throwing his head back. “G-god your so tight…” he whines. Your quickly reduced to a moaning and drooling mess after only a couple minutes, the shape and size being just right for your cunt. After a few rounds of this, some soaked bed sheets, and lots of love marks covering your skin you lay panting next to your bull hybrid lover, “told you i could handle it.” He chuckles and soothes your hair, kissing your forehead and pulling you closer. You settle in that night and get the best sleep you have ever had.
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hii! not sure if your reqs are open but do you write stuff about piss? maybe werewolf bf marking his territory or a vamp bf doing it for degrading purposes
Hello! I hope you enjoy it! Unsurprisingly I went with a Werewolf boyfriend, lol.
The Claiming
Pairing: Male Werewolf Boyfriend X Fem Reader
Warnings: Smut, Creampie, Piss kink, Slight humiliation kink, possessive boyfriend
Enjoy <3
The night had started great with your amazing werewolf boyfriend inviting you to his friend’s party. You and Callum have been dating for just over 6 months now, and everything has been perfect. You got all dolled up for him, hoping for a fun night.
You just finished spraying your perfume when you hear a knock on your door. Callum gives you a wet kiss with promises of a fun night as he guides you to his car. He keeps you on his arm as you enter the party, happy to have his beautiful girl by his side for all to see.
Although he seems perfectly happy, your happiness doesn’t last long when he starts to ignore you to have fun with his buddies. You quickly grow bored of standing beside him and listening to them talk. The music is blaring, and you want to dance. You tug on his muscular arm to get his attention, but he barely spares you a glance.
Trying to be patient, you try again, and he finally looks at you with a raised brow. You give him a slight pout, saying you want to dance, but he just rolls his eyes and says he’s busy. You stare at him momentarily, not used to him flat-out refusing you.
You give a slight nod, more to yourself than him, and decide to make your way to the makeshift dancefloor. Just because he wants to stand around doing nothing doesn’t mean you have to.
As you dance to the music, you sway your hips sensually, running your hands along your body, and your dress leaves little to the imagination. A firm chest is pressed to your back in less than a minute. His hand grips your waist, and you know it’s not your boyfriend from that simple touch alone. You spin in his arms and come face to face with a werewolf. Although attractive, you can’t help but notice that he isn’t quite as attractive as your boyfriend.
You think about moving away from his arms, but then you remember how Callum is ignoring you for his friends and figure you might as well have some fun dancing with this guy. You know Callum won’t be happy, but you can’t seem to find it in you to care right now.
You dance for about thirty seconds before this wolf starts dropping his hands down to your ass. You are about to reach around and push them up, but you don’t get the chance as Callum pulls you away from the other werewolf.
The other man snarls and says, “What the hell. Can’t you see I was in the middle of dancing with her?”.
Your boyfriend growls a low warning: “This is my girl. Don’t ever put your hands on her again.”
The other wolf gives him a smug smirk before saying, “Are you sure she’s your girl? I don’t see a mating bite, and she doesn’t smell like you. She smells sweet, like a juicy fruit ripe for plucking.”
The taunting words push Callum over the edge, and with one brutal hit, he has the other wolf knocked out on the floor. He barely spares him a second glance as he tosses you over his shoulder and drags you to an upstairs bedroom, quickly locking the door behind him.
He tosses you on the bed, and you open your mouth to speak, but he quickly rips your panties off and shoves them in your mouth before you can even get a word out. He makes quick work of both your clothes, having you both naked in seconds.
“See what happens when you act like a little whore. Letting him put his hands on what’s mine. Letting him question my claim on you in front of everyone!”. His voice is harsh, and you know he is about to fuck you into tears, your pussy already preparing itself for his massive cock.
He quickly flips you onto your stomach and smacks your ass. You moan around the panties as he straddles your ass, pulling your cheeks apart to get a clear view of your dripping cunt. Without hesitation, he thrusts into the hilt, and you cry out his name as much as you can with the damp cloth in your mouth. His pace is hard and punishing; you can only grip the sheets.
“Such a fucking little brat. You couldn’t behave for a few fucking hours. This is what you needed, right? To be shown some fucking attention. To be under me and take my cock the way you are meant to. Fu-fuck. Made to take my cock and mine only. You are mine. This body is mine. This Fu-cking pussy is mine,” he growls out.
One of his large hands pushes down on your lower back, keeping you in place, unable to even meet his thrusts. The other holds your hair in a makeshift ponytail, tugging as he fucks into your dripping center.
You moan out as your cunt begins fluttering around his cock, his knot slamming into your swollen pussy lips with each thrust. You whimper and try to move backward against his strength, wanting nothing more for his knot to fill you up.
“I don’t think so, baby. I’m not knotting you here. You’re going to take my cum like a good fucking girl, and then we are going to walk back downstairs and out of this party while my cum drips down your fucking legs. Let everyone here know just who your fucking belong to”.
Callum’s possessive words push you over the edge, your cunt strangling his cock in pleasure and causing him to fill you up. He gives you a few short thrusts as you both calm down, pulling out and admiring the sticky mess between your thighs. He flips you back onto your back and fixes your dress, but leaves the panties in your mouth for now.
You give him your best puppy dog apology eyes, but he just shakes his head before saying, “Fuck baby. I know they will be able to smell my cum inside your pussy, but I’m not sure it’s enough. I can’t have them questioning my claim on my little brat, now can I?”
He kneels over your body and sits on your thighs, his dominant hand grabbing hold of his half-hard cock. You stare up in his eyes as you wait for him to start jerking his cock so he can cover you in more of his cum. He gives you a sly smirk, and you gasp as you begin to feel a hot stream of liquid hitting your stomach.
Your eyes immediately shoot down to his cock, watching as his piss flows from his flushed tip before soaking you beneath him. He aims higher, making sure to soak your tits as well, your dress seemingly eager to soak up the warm liquid. You whimper as he then aims for directly above your pussy, the warm piss quickly pooling and soaking the material before dripping through and adding to the sticky mess between your legs.
You surprise yourself as your clench and rub your thighs together at the sensation, feeling your clit pulse with desire. He gives his cock a shake watching as the last few drops fall onto your squirming body.
“Now I think you are ready to walk downstairs, baby. And don’t worry, as soon as we get you home, I’m going to knot your pussy, and we are going to go over how much my little whore seems to love getting covered in my piss. Don’t think I missed your needy body shifting around trying to get some friction for your slutty little cunt”.
You moan as you stand on shaky legs, Callum’s arm around your waist, the only thing keeping you from falling over and losing balance. He guides you through the house and past everyone else, your cunt clenching as they stare at you covered in his piss and with cum dripping down your legs with each step. Embarrassment heats your cheeks, but you can’t deny the arousal burning through you at their looks, nor the anticipation of what awaits you at home.
As you reach his car, you quickly get in your seat, only now realizing that you never even took your panties out of your mouth, another wave of embarrassment rushing over you and making your pussy clench, more cum dripping out and surely covering his seat. Callum gets in and starts the car, making quick work to get home as fast as possible.
His hand gives your thigh a squeeze, claws digging in lightly as he says, “Just think of how many more new things we can explore, baby. Now that I know my perfect little girl is a kinky whore, we just opened up a new world of fun baby”.
Maybe being a brat tonight was a good idea, after all.
I hope you all enjoyed <3 <3 <3 Let me know what you think!
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Hybrid Theory XIV

Well this came out earlier than we thought.
The heavy scent of sandalwood and expensive liquor clung to the air of the private lounge as Sejeong—sleek, poised, and every bit the predator in heels—leaned back against the velvet couch. Her nine tails twitched behind her in irritation, the golden rings adorning them chiming softly with each movement. Her gaze, a gleaming amber, swept across the room with thinly veiled contempt.
She tapped a clawed finger against the lacquered armrest, the sound sharp as a blade.
“Someone want to explain to me,” she said coolly, “how a single deputy sheriff managed to shut down a third of our operations in one night?”
Silence answered first. Then, one of her lieutenants—a wiry rat hybrid named Mikko—finally spoke, his voice shaky.
“I-I think it was that new guy, ma’am. The rookie. Tohru something. We underestimated him.”
Sejeong raised an eyebrow, her lip curling.
“Underestimated?” she echoed, her voice like frost. “He’s a deputy. Not a warlock. Why hasn’t this eager little badge boy been dealt with?”
Mikko grimaced, exchanging nervous glances with the others. “He’s always one step ahead, boss. It’s like he knows our moves before we make ’em. He even busted the drop at the docks before we unloaded.”
Sejeong’s tail snapped with agitation. “So either we have a mole, or this Tohru’s a damn oracle.”
Fed up with the incompetence in the room, she stood up, heels clicking against the marble floor as she crossed to the nearest tablet. With a few swipes, she pulled up a video—“Deputy Sheriff Tohru: The Future of Hybrid Law Enforcement”—a glossy PR piece with drone footage, dramatic music, and a B-roll of Tohru handing out balloons to children after drop-kicking a gang member into a dumpster.
She stared at the screen. Her ears flattened. The air around her went still.
Her expression twisted.
“…Nope,” she muttered, shaking her head. “Nope. I quit. I’m done.”
She turned off the tablet with a dramatic swipe and spun on her heel.
“Boss?” Mikko blinked, stunned. “Wait—do you know Tohru?”
Sejeong didn’t answer immediately. She paused at the threshold, her voice low and venomous.
“I know that face,” she said. “That man is a psychopath with a smile. And I’m not getting dragged into another chapter of his redemption arc.”
And with that, she stormed out of the hideout.
Two hours later, she was curled up on the couch at her mother’s house in sweatpants, a glass of wine in hand, muttering to herself, “I should’ve continued my career and education…”
The office was quiet—too quiet. Fluorescent lights hummed softly overhead as I finished signing off on a mountain of reports for Sheriff Anubis Krueger. Most of the team had already clocked out; the bustle of hybrid and human officers gradually trickled into silence, leaving me alone in the dim glow of my desk lamp.
The loneliness clung to me like an old shadow, familiar and unwelcome. It reminded me of the cold halls of Project Abraxis—the sterile silence, the feeling of being watched even when no one was there. I wasn’t sure how to feel about that memory anymore. Sometimes it felt like it belonged to another life… sometimes it felt like it was still happening.
A sudden knock broke the quiet, and before I could answer, a cheerful voice called out.
“Hey, hellhound!”
Eunbi strolled in like a breeze through a shut window. The ever-bubbly bunny hybrid’s ears perked up as she plopped down in the seat across from me, her oversized hoodie swishing with the movement. She offered a bright grin, one of the few things in this world that still felt uncomplicated.
“I heard you took down another mafia outfit,” she said, nudging a folder on my desk with a finger. “Word is the Fior family’s officially disbanding. That makes what—four this month?”
I sighed, not looking up from my paperwork.
Eunbi laughed. “What’s wrong, Mr. Hero? You save the city, and all you get is a medal and depression?”
“You know it’s not about the glory,” I muttered.
“Yeah, I know,” she said, her voice softening. “My poor lonely buddy who still pines after the only girl he ever loved—the one who disappeared without a trace.”
I clenched my jaw. “I don’t blame her. After Abraxis… everything changed. I’ve felt alone ever since.”
There was a brief silence before Eunbi leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand.
“You wanna go on a date?” she teased, flashing a wink.
I laughed, the first real one all day. “Your boyfriend would love that.”
“He’d get over it. Maybe.” She giggled. “Anyway, here’s a better idea. Go to Nayeon’s this weekend. I might know someone—someone better. You trust me, right?”
“Always,” I said, smiling faintly. “Alright. I’ll go.”
“Great!” Eunbi said, hopping up from her seat. But before she left, her expression shifted—more serious, more grounded. She turned back to me and said quietly, “Mycroft… it’s not your fault. What happened in Abraxis… you did what you had to do.”
I looked at her for a long second before nodding. “Yeah,” I said. “I know.”
But deep down, I wasn’t sure if I believed it yet.
After Eunbi left, her gentle reassurance still echoing in my ears, I returned to my desk only to notice one of the case reports still glowing on my screen—unclosed, unresolved.
A black cat burglar.
I remembered skimming it before, assuming it was another petty thief just nimble enough to avoid the average patrol. But as I reviewed the details with fresh eyes, I noticed a pattern—or rather, a lack of one.
She didn’t just steal valuables or weapons. She took specific, curious items:
—An experimental enhancement drug from a biotech lab.
—Tactical claw attachments developed for hybrid enforcement squads.
—A prototype stealth suit, reportedly decommissioned but still fully functional.
—And strangest of all, a family heirloom—a timepiece belonging to the now-defunct Duvaincourt lineage, obliterated in the mafia wars.
None of the thefts were violent. No guards injured. No civilians harmed. Just holes in walls, missing equipment, and security camera loops erased like chalk off a board. She was precise. Purposeful. Yet inconsistent.
Either a highly competent criminal… or someone desperate. Homeless, even.
I leaned back, pinching the bridge of my nose as the headache settled in. After several more hours and a dozen cross-references with other unsolved cases, I gave up for the night.
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A few days later…
The CONHA Gala was in full swing. Velvet drapes, chandeliers, and a thousand polished shoes pacing across marble floors. I didn’t even remember which award I was getting—something about “bridging enforcement gaps.” It sounded nice. Decorative. Like the badge.
I barely made it through the entrance before Jiwoo swooped in and looped her arm around mine. She looked radiant in a silver-blue gown, her sliver fox ears poking through artfully done platinum blonde hair. “There he is! Mr. Public Safety himself.” her white fur tail wagged happily.
“Jiwoo,” I greeted with a nod, but she was already dragging me toward the ballroom. I noticed that there was a spattering of wait staff with different color ties than the other wait staff and wondered what it was about.
“No one’s asking me to dance, and I refuse to let this dress go to waste. You’re my rescue date now, okay?”
I smirked, helpless against her energy. “Alright, alright.”
As we moved through the dance floor, swaying under soft lights and orchestra strings, I started to relax—at least, until I felt it.
A presence. Watching.
I glanced subtly over Jiwoo’s shoulder. Nothing obvious. But I knew eyes when they lingered too long.
“You keep scanning like we’re on patrol,” Jiwoo teased, pulling me closer. “Relax. Breathe.”
“I feel like I’m being watched.”
“You are,” she said casually. “You’re an award-winning human hybrid peacekeeper. Half the room wants to shake your hand. The other half wants to know how you smell so… safe.”
That pulled me up short. “How I smell?”
Jiwoo laughed softly. “You didn’t know? Your scent’s naturally calming to most hybrids. Subconscious, probably tied to your time with Krueger . You smell like safety. Like—” she squinted, sniffed jokingly near my collar, “—like rain after a fire. A lot of us pick up on it without realizing.”
I blinked, caught between confusion and flattery. “Is that why you’re always finding excuses to sit near me at lunch?”
She gave me a coy grin. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like the view.”
I chuckled, shaking my head, but the warmth of the moment was fleeting. That presence hadn’t left. Someone was still watching. Hidden in the crowd.
Jiwoo noticed my shift in mood. “You okay?”
“I will be,” I said, scanning once more—slower, more deliberate. “Eventually.”
As we moved, she leaned in closer than necessary. Her cheek brushed my shoulder, and I could feel her smile through the subtle shift in her scent—earthy, sharp, playful.
“You know you smell really good, right?” she said softly, chin tilted up to meet my eyes.
“Uh… deodorant?” I offered, genuinely confused.
She rolled her eyes, then smirked. “No, dummy. Your scent. It’s calming. That’s rare. Most humans smell like stress, chemicals, or fear. But you? You smell like Petrichor after a massive wildfire.” She inhaled as if confirming it. “You’re like an emotional support human.”
“Uh... thanks?” I said awkwardly. “Good to know I’m a walking aromatherapy session.”
She snorted. “Don’t undersell it. I’ve seen aggressive hybrids ease up just by standing near you.”
I scratched the back of my head, not quite sure how to take that. “I mean... I guess that’s useful on patrols.”
“It is. It’s why a lot of hybrids open up to you. You’re like…” she paused, searching for the right metaphor, “...like a soft-blanket-in-the-middle-of-winter type of presence.”
The band switched to a slower tempo. Jiwoo pulled me closer, arms now looped lazily around my neck as we danced. Her eyes shimmered with mischief and something else—hope, maybe.
But I missed it completely.
“Reminds me of my little cousin,” I said with a soft laugh. “She used to cling to me like this when she was scared of lightning storms.”
Jiwoo blinked. “...You’re comparing me to a scared ten-year-old?”
I smiled fondly. “No, just saying you’ve got that same tough-but-soft energy. Like a big-hearted bruiser.”
She buried her face against my chest with a muffled groan. “You’re so dumb sometimes.”
“What? Did I say something weird?”
“No, Torhu,” she muttered, “you said exactly what someone would say when they don’t realize they’re being hit on.”
I blinked. “Wait, wha—?”
She just chuckled, content to rest against me a little longer, even if I was hopeless.
A few moments later, Nayeon—fellow Shepherd and owner of the karaoke bar/arcade I frequented after long shifts—drifted through the crowd toward me, glass of soju in hand and a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
“Well, you clean up nice, Mr. Hero,” she teased, giving me a once-over that made me self-conscious despite the praise.
Before I could respond, Jiwoo clung tighter to my arm and pouted up at her.
“Please, unnie, let him be mine tonight?” she whined, the exaggerated tone just shy of playful begging.
Nayeon exhaled in mock exasperation, then leaned in and kissed Jiwoo on the cheek. “Sorry, Jiwoo-ah. I need to borrow him for a grown-up conversation.”
Jiwoo groaned dramatically before peeling herself off of me and flouncing away into the crowd, already scanning for someone new to shower her affection on.
Once we had a bit of space, Nayeon grabbed my wrist gently, steering me toward a quieter alcove of the event hall.
“So,” she said, tilting her head, “the Deputy Star Sheriff’s all alone tonight. Why?”
I gave her a dry look. “You of all people know why.”
Her expression softened. “Yeah… I do. I’m sorry Sejeong ghosted after the whole Project Abraxis mess. That wasn’t fair. But there’s a sea of eligible bachelorettes out there tonight—human and hybrid alike. Maybe you’ll get lucky.” She wiggled her eyebrows teasingly.
I snorted. “Sure, maybe I’ll finally talk to Jeongyeon. You’re always going on about how amazing she is.”
Nayeon choked on her drink mid-sip, eyes wide. “Jeongyeon is my husband, you absolute jerk.”
I grinned. “I know. Not so fun when the teasing’s on the other foot, is it?”
She smacked my arm with the back of her hand, then smiled with reluctant amusement before her tone shifted.
“Have you been monitoring the situation with the good doctor?”
I nodded, voice lowering. “Yeah. She’s panicked, but also being a lot more careful. That’s a win for us. The predator spirals and prey paranoia syndrome outbreaks were getting out of hand. Plus, with Mina tailing that lion-komodo hybrid full-time, nothing... should surprise us.”
“Good.” She nodded, visibly relieved, then took another sip from her glass. “Alright, I’m heading back to my actual husband now. Have fun tonight. Maybe seal the deal with Jiwoo. Girl’s clearly interested in you.”
I chuckled. “She’s a little too young for me.”
“Oh? The infamous voracious hellhound of rigorous appetites finally has a limit?”
“Nay. I’ve always had limits,” I said softly, letting the words hang in the air for just a moment too long.
Nayeon caught the note in my voice, studied me, then offered a small, sincere smile. “That’s why we trust you, y’know. You burn hot, but you burn clean.”
She squeezed my arm gently, then turned to leave, her heels clicking against the marble as she vanished back into the crowd.
After that I felt the call of nature and excused myself from the dance floor with a polite nod to Jiwoo, who itching to cling to my arm for just a moment longer than necessary before reluctantly letting me go.
“I’ll be right back,” I promised, unaware of how Jiwoo watched me leave with a soft sigh and a pout that was anything but sisterly.
The soft lighting of the gala hall gave way to the cooler, dimmer corridor leading to the restrooms. I exhaled slowly, rolling my shoulders as I walked, the weight of the evening catching up with me. The scent of polished marble and expensive cologne clung to the air, but there was something else, too—something more natural, faintly floral and wild. I paused for just a second, eyes narrowing. A shift in the atmosphere.
Unbeknownst to me at the time, not far away on an upper overlook, two hybrids stood partially behind a curtain near one of the decorative indoor trees. One was lithe and lean, draped in a fitted satin dress that shifted like liquid smoke—Chaewon, a sleek blend of clouded leopard, tiger, and cheetah. Her gold-flecked eyes tracked my every movement with trained caution. Next to her, resting her chin on the railing like a lazy cat, was my friend Eunbi, a rabbit hybrid with soft, bouncing curls and a glint of mischief in her gaze.
“There he goes,” Eunbi whispered with a grin, nodding toward my retreating back. “You see what I mean?”
Chaewon scoffed quietly, her voice a low rumble. “That’s just the golden boy sheriff. Look at him. Straight-laced, polite, law-abiding. Probably makes his bed every morning and drinks protein shakes.”
Eunbi leaned in closer, her smile widening. “That’s what you think. that's what he wants everyone to think. But he’s not what he looks like on the surface. I’ve known him for years. There’s something under all that restraint. Something... with bite.”
Chaewon crossed her arms under her chest, her pout deepening. “He doesn’t even look at hybrids that way. I mean the way he shut down that cute dog fox hybrid who's clearly into him. He's not into us. At least not seriously. Probably just sees us as civilians to protect, not people to—”
“run wild with?” Eunbi offered, waggling her eyebrows.
Chaewon gave her a flat stare but her ears twitched slightly in amusement. “You’re impossible.”
“You’re curious,” Eunbi shot back, brushing a stray curl from her cheek. “And I’m telling you—Torhu might play the good guy, but you should see the way he grips a chair when he thinks no one’s watching or how he acts when the chips are down and the facade of the perfect hero cracks. he’s holding something back. Something strong, but also something needy.”
Chaewon tilted her head, eyes drifting back toward the corridor where Torhu had disappeared. “He hides it well.”
“Which makes it more fun, doesn’t it?” Eunbi leaned in conspiratorially. “Just keep watching him. You’ll see what I mean.”
Chaewon didn’t answer at first, her sharp eyes flicking back to the dance floor, then to the corridor again. Her mouth pressed into a slow, skeptical pout—plush and annoyed and undeniably intrigued.
“…Fine,” she muttered with a huff. “I’ll watch.”
Eunbi smirked and wrapped an arm around her waist. “That’s all I ask, darling. Just watch.”
“You may not want to go this way,” he said coolly. “We’re about to begin our demonstration.”
His tone was polite, but firm—rehearsed. And then I saw it: the blue insignia stitched into his lapel. The symbol of TOPH. The Order of Pure Humanity.
I gave a casual nod, feigning compliance, and turned on my heel—only to pivot smoothly behind him and slam him into the ground with a sudden suplex. He gasped as I drove the air from his lungs, and I followed up with a swift kick to his chest, just enough to knock him out cold. No lethal force—not yet. Not unless I had to.
I straightened my jacket and scanned the area. Three more—two men, one woman—all with ties subtly different from the rest of the guests, mismatched shades just enough to catch the eye. Operatives, clearly. They weren’t here to protest—they were here to send a message. And if I didn’t act carefully, someone was going to die.
I had no weapons. Neither did they, most likely. TOPH was many things, but subtle wasn’t one of them. That meant this wasn’t about brute force—it was a targeted strike. Judging by their eyes and posture, they were already zeroing in on someone.
I couldn’t go in guns blazing. Not in front of this crowd. Not while I was still wearing the “Golden Retriever” smile of the town’s cheerful deputy. I needed to work around them—distract, misdirect, stall.
Or maybe...
A plan started forming. Sloppy. Stupid. Perfect.
I let my shoulders sag, drew in a loose, wobbling breath, and stumbled forward like I’d had one too many. The swagger of a man who was two drinks past his limit and one belt short of his pants staying up.
The main hall was already packed. On stage, the leader of TOPH was droning on with all the faux-righteous fury of a man who'd never faced real pain. His voice rang with venomous conviction:
“Hybrids are a blight upon humanity, the result of arrogant science playing god. It’s our sacred duty to cleanse this world—”
I didn’t hear the rest. I was too busy drunkenly zigzagging toward the bar.
The bartender—a young terrier hybrid, no older than twenty—looked like she’d rather vanish than serve a drink. Her ears twitched nervously as I slouched onto the counter.
“One beer, pwease,” I slurred, my eyes half-lidded in a tipsy daze.
She hesitated, then shakily handed me the bottle with trembling paws before ducking down beneath the bar, eyes wide with fear.
Good girl.
That’s when the speech paused. Silence spread. All eyes turned to me.
The leader stepped off the stage, clearly irritated.
“I think it’s best if you leave,” he said as he approached, his measured voice barely hiding his contempt.
I swiveled lazily on my barstool to face him and grinned wide. “But I’m gettin’ a stupid award. For bein’ the bestest sheriff—wait—no. Deputy sheriff.” My voice wobbled like my stance.
He blinked. “Torhu,” he said with a rehearsed familiarity, “we’re conducting something very important here. I’d hate for you to get in the way... or get hurt.”
I reached out, wrapping an arm around his shoulder like we were old drinking buddies. He tensed.
“Ohhh,” I slurred, my grin lopsided. “Are you gettin’ an award too?”
He gave a thin, confused smile, unsure if I was mocking him or just drunk.
“No,” he said smoothly. “But we do have business with Mr. Savitar.”
He gestured behind him.
There, bound and gagged, was a hybrid eagle. Strong. Proud. Wings trembling, eyes filled with fury and panic.
And now I knew their target.
I leaned in, still playing the drunk.
“Well,” I muttered, voice just low enough for him to hear, “this is about to get real messy.”
His brows furrowed. “What?”
Before he could react, I headbutted him—hard. I slamed my skull into his chest leaving him disoriented before smashing the beer bottle into his skull. the glass shattered knocking him out cold. the man collapsed.
As I did that Eunbi and Chaewon continued to watch from the vantage point. Chaewon confused by my act said,
"He's literally had nothing to drink not even water. Why is he acting drunk?"
Eunbi smirked as she answered, "to preserve the illusion," she said as I hit the leader with an RKO. Chaewon pouted her curved lips pursed with intrigue,
"What facade?" she asked as she watched me run to another TOPH Member before hitting them with sweet chin music and suplexing another right after, while I carried my
"The Facade you hate, the goody two-shoe deputy sheriff. He hates playing it, but is really good at playing it,"
Chaewon looked at me as I threw another TOPH member into another one,
"So then what is he?"
"A predator like you, he just uses camouflage and ambush tactics," Eunbi said with a smile as I finished the rest of the TOPH members before sighing and faux collapsing onto the floor and faked sleeping the crowd cheered as they all focused on freeing Mr. Savitar.
Aurelio and Amalia were also watching and he turned to Amalia who watched in terror, and said, "See he's a dumb officer who lucked into that victory,"
but both Amalia and Chaewon knew that that was only an act and it sent a shiver down both Hybrid's spines.
After the other partygoers had gone off to check on Mr. Savitar—and to make sure the TOPH members were properly arrested—I found myself at a table tucked away from all the chaos. That’s when Eunbi approached, bringing another hybrid along with her.
"Impressive display, Torhu," Eunbi said with a smirk, then gestured to the girl beside her. She was clearly a blend of several big cats—cheetah, leopard, tiger—each traceable in her features.
The hybrid gave me a coy smile as she slid into the seat next to mine.
"Enjoy," Eunbi said, then disappeared into the crowd.
I turned to look at the girl—she was definitely cute, but guarded. Her feline ears twitched slightly on top of her head, and her twin tails flicked behind her with nervous energy. Then I noticed the timepiece hanging around her neck—the same one the infamous cat burglar had stolen not too long ago.
She caught my gaze and tilted her head.
"See something you like?"
I blinked, realizing I'd been staring. "Not really into family heirlooms."
She smirked. "You're not as dumb as you look."
I chuckled. "My dad used to say, ‘When people want to act a fool, you show 'em you're not one.’"
That got a reaction—her posture relaxed just a bit. More open, still sharp. But closer now.
Now that I could really see her, I realized—she was adorable. Those golden eyes, the ears, the faintest whisker markings at the corners of her cheeks. Damn.
"So Eunbi calls you ‘Mycroft.’ What’s that about?"
"It was my codename during Project Abraxis," I said, trying not to sound like I cared about the title.
"Wait. You were in Project Abraxis?" Her brow furrowed. "But you're so... soft."
I gave a mock sigh, stood, and stretched. "Okay. I like you now. We’re dating."
Her eyes widened. "Oh? And when exactly was that decision made?"
"About five seconds ago. I’m getting ice cream. Are you coming? My treat."
She narrowed her eyes, clearly trying to figure out what game I was playing. Then she stood and nodded. "Fine. But only because I want mint chocolate."
"Blegh" I feigned retching as I opened my arm so she could loop hers with mine. She took it and began purring. I smirked as we walked out
As we walked off, Eunbi watched from a balcony above, shaking her head with a sly grin.
"Oh, she’s going to rail him tonight," she muttered before strolling off to find her own pack.
The neon lights of the city smeared across the windshield like melting paint as we drove toward the old ice cream parlor—one of the few places still standing that didn’t reek of gang tags or blood. I glanced over at the hybrid beside me, her ears twitching under her hood like she was still expecting to bolt.
“So,” I started, keeping my voice casual. “Do you want me to call you Cipher, or do you have a regular name that doesn’t sound like you’re about to hack into a corporate vault?”
She blinked, surprised. “Chaewon,” she said after a beat, her tone sharp, like I’d just taken a swing at her defenses.
I grinned, leaning into the name. “Chaewon? As in the Kim Chaewon? Like the old dynasty princess before the gangs bulldozed this city into a warzone?”
She gave a crooked nod, amused but cautious. “Yeah. Something like that.”
I kept my eyes on the road but could feel her watching me, tense like a coil ready to snap. “Alright, then, Chaewon,” I said, drawing her name out. “Let’s drop the performance. You gonna tell me if this is a setup, or am I walking into a trap flirting with you?”
She snorted. “Me? Please. You’re the one who’s the damn deputy. Spill it, Sheriff Saint. Is this your ploy to get me alone so you can slap cuffs on me?”
I groaned, dragging a hand through my hair. “No! I only go after bad people, not criminals.”
She arched a brow, like I was speaking some strange dialect. “What’s the difference?”
“Bad people hurt others. Criminals just break laws. You can be one without being the other.”
That stopped her.
She went quiet—too quiet. Her head tilted slightly, cat-like, like she was reading between the lines of my soul. Then her pupils dilated, wide and dark and wild. For a second, I thought I’d scared her. I eased my foot off the gas, ready to stop if she needed air—
And then she pounced.
In one fluid motion, she was out of her seat and in mine, straddling my lap as the car coasted to a halt on the side of the cracked road. Her thighs pressed against mine, hot and tense with adrenaline. Her hands grabbed either side of my face, fingers trembling with intensity—like she’d been holding this inside her way too long.
“You’re trouble,” she whispered.
I barely got out a breath. “So are you.”
Then she kissed me—desperate, fevered, like something inside her was breaking and I was the only thing holding it together. And I kissed her back, because God help me, I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
She broke the kiss, her breath catching as her golden eyes widened—her pupils blown so wide they nearly swallowed her irises. The sharpness of her feline features softened, her expression blooming into something equal parts shy and predatory.
“You know,” she murmured, voice low and syrupy, “you’re the first person who’s ever pieced together who I really am.”
“Seriously? Just me?” I asked, surprised.
She nodded slowly, like she was savoring the weight of the truth. I couldn’t help but grin. And before I could second-guess myself, my hand reached up and gently scratched behind her ears. The moment I did, her head tilted into my touch and a deep, rumbling purr vibrated through her chest—so loud and content it almost made me melt.
She closed her eyes, smiling like she hadn’t smiled in a long time. But after a moment, she pulled herself away from my lap with reluctant grace and settled back into her seat, still watching me like I was some confusing puzzle she wasn’t sure she wanted to solve yet.
“You’re a bad guy,” Chaewon said suddenly, narrowing her eyes at me with a mock-accusing tilt of her head.
“Wait—what?” I blinked at her. “How?”
“You’ve got a scent like warm blankets on a freezing night,” she said, voice featherlight. “And you knew exactly where to touch me. You’re evil.”
I stared at her, then smirked. “Oh yeah? Well if I’m evil, you’re just as bad. A cute, crazy girl with sharp teeth and a sweet little heart.”
Her cheeks flushed and she looked away, flustered. “How do you know I’m sweet?”
“Easy,” I said with a grin, putting the car back in gear. “Anyone who’s friends with Eunbi has to be sweet. It’s like a rule of the universe.”
Chaewon laughed, soft and genuine. It made my chest feel too small for my heart.
“So,” she said slyly, “why aren’t you dating her then?”
“She sees me as a little brother,” I shrugged. “But you’ll do.”
I let the last part hang in the air, delivered with a teasing edge. I didn’t want her to think I was pushing too fast, but I also didn’t want to pretend I wasn’t feeling something real between us.
Chaewon gave me a playful glare and smacked my arm. “Okay, Mr. Deputy. Eyes on the road.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, smiling as I pulled us back into the quiet rhythm of the night drive—though my mind was anything but quiet.
The bell above the door jingled as we walked into the parlor, a little joint that somehow still stood untouched amidst all the upheaval. Neon signs hummed overhead. The sweet, heady scent of waffle cones and fudge swirled through the air like a trap, and Chaewon looked around like a kid in a candy store—if that kid also happened to be sitting on your lap kissing you five minutes ago.
We slid into a booth. She chose the seat across from me, but sat sideways, one leg curled up under her, chin resting on her hand as she watched me with those eyes that knew too much. She looked deceptively casual, but there was a fire flickering under the surface. I was trying not to catch it.
“So,” I said, trying to ground us in something—anything. “You strike me as a mint-chocolate kind of girl.”
She blinked, then gave me this crooked grin that hit way too hard. “What, because I’m refreshing and a little bitter?”
“Because you’re unconventional but with charm.”
She laughed, really laughed, and leaned over the table. “Okay, okay, Deputy Smart Mouth. What does that make you? Vanilla?”
I smirked. “Vanilla’s underrated. Everyone loves vanilla. It’s dependable.”
Her tongue flicked across her bottom lip. “You don’t strike me as very dependable.”
I leaned forward, just a bit, caught her gaze. “Only because you don’t know me yet.”
And there it was again—that pull. That damn tether between us, tight and hot and sharp around the edges.
The kid at the counter called out our order and I was grateful for the interruption. I stood to grab it, but she trailed behind me, not even pretending to keep her distance. Our fingers brushed as she took her sundae from my hand, and it was electric. She didn’t pull away.
We returned to the booth, but this time she slid in next to me instead of across. Way too close. I could feel the warmth of her thigh against mine.
Chaewon swirled her spoon in her bowl without looking at me. “So what’s your deal, Torhu? Are you always this… gallant? Or am I a special case?”
“I don’t know yet,” I said, voice quieter than I meant it to be. “You’re not what I expected.”
She gave me a sideways glance, eyes glinting. “You expected someone more dangerous?”
“I expected someone I wouldn’t like so much.”
Her lips parted, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she leaned her head against my shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. And I let her. No—I wanted her to. The air between us was thick with all the things we weren’t saying, and the silence felt like a held breath.
“I’m not good for you,” she murmured, like it was a warning.
I stared ahead at the neon glow reflected in the window. “Well lucky me I’m in the mood for something bad for me.”
She turned her face toward mine, so close I could feel her breath. My heart was pounding like it didn’t know who it was beating for anymore.
Neither of us moved to kiss. Not yet. But the space between us was a live wire, and we were both wet from the storm, cold and electric.
Chaewon’s hand brushed mine. I held it.
Not because it made sense. Not because it was safe.
But because it felt real. And because, for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like I was pretending to be anything at all. She smiled then recoiled as if holding back. I furrowed my brow but didn’t push as I felt Chaewon clench. I sighed but let her do her thing.
The ride back was quiet, but not in the uncomfortable way. More like the kind of silence that thrums with energy just under the surface — a shared tension neither of us could quite name without making it too real.
Chaewon sat tilted in her seat, one knee pulled up, eyes flicking between me and the window, like she was bracing herself for something. The warm lights of the city flickered across her features, casting her in a golden glow that made her look equal parts dangerous and divine.
I could still taste her laugh in the air from earlier — bright and sharp, the way it slipped out when I made a dumb joke about leopard spots being nature’s camo for mischief. She rolled her eyes then, but her smile betrayed her. She liked it. She liked me.
When I pulled up in front of her place — a small, weathered loft perched above what looked like an abandoned flower shop — she didn’t move right away. Just unbuckled her seatbelt and turned slowly toward me, eyes huge and gleaming in the low light, pupils dilated, chin dipped ever so slightly. Watching me like something between a lover and a predator.
“What, no goodbye kiss?” I asked, trying to sound teasing, light — like my heart wasn’t hammering hard enough to crack bone.
She blinked once. Slow. Then leaned in, warm breath ghosting along my jaw. “You sure you want that?”
“I’m pretty sure I haven’t wanted anything else all night.”
She smiled, but it wasn’t flirty. It was… haunted. Like she was already grieving something neither of us had said aloud. Her fingers brushed the door handle, then stopped. She hesitated. Turned back toward me, voice soft but vibrating with something raw and caged.
“If you come up… you’re mine.”
The words struck like a bullet made of silk — not a tease, not a threat, but a claim. A vow buried in instinct and need.
She looked away, just for a second, then forced herself to meet my gaze again. “I mean it, Torhu. Hybrids like me… we don’t play. We don’t try people on to see how they fit. If I take you — even for a night — I keep you. It’s how we’re wired.”
I swallowed hard, a noise escaping me that could’ve been a laugh or a growl. “You say that like it’s supposed to scare me.”
“It should.”
“Why?”
“Because you don’t get to walk back out. There’s no ‘let’s take it slow,’ no backup plans, no reset buttons. You come upstairs… you’re mine. Or you’re dead.”
Her eyes flickered, not with cruelty — but with the bone-deep truth of it. A sacred law written in her blood.
I could see it then. The nervous energy rippling under her skin. Not fear of me — fear for me. Because if I crossed that threshold, she wouldn’t hold back. She wouldn’t let herself.
And she didn’t know if I could handle that.
She shifted, maybe thinking I was about to bolt, maybe trying to give me the chance to — but I reached out, fingers gently curling around her wrist. She froze.
“Give me a second,” I said quietly, “I need to organize my thoughts.”
She didn’t pull away. Just stood there, waiting, ears perked slightly.
“Chae,” I said, her name strange and intimate on my tongue. Her ears twitched at the sound.
“If we do this… I need you to know a few things. First — Torhu’s not my real name. Neither is Mycroft. Second — I’m not a hero. I’m not a good man. But I would never hurt you. Not on purpose. If I say something dumb or call you a stupid nickname, it’s not because I’m trying to make you feel small. I just… forget how to be soft sometimes.”
Chaewon’s eyes narrowed fondly. Then she rolled them, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Babe… you’re rambling.”
I exhaled, a low huff of a laugh. “Right. Okay. Last thing. If we do this — really do this — I need to know you’re just as locked in as I am. No halfway. No exit ramps. We do this… it’s ride or die. Forever. Are you sure you want that?”
She tilted her head at me, feline and curious, like she couldn’t believe I’d even ask. Then she whispered, steady as steel wrapped in velvet:
“Why would you think I’d leave?”
I didn’t answer right away. Just looked at her — really looked — and then let it out.
“Because everyone has.”
The words landed like a bruise. She winced — not because she didn’t believe me, but because she did. Because now she understood.
She wasn’t the only one putting her heart on the altar tonight.
We both were.
My hand found hers instinctively. “So if I come in… what happens?”
Her lips brushed my cheek as she whispered, “Then I make you mine. Body. Soul. Every breath you’ve got left.”
The silence after was thick with heat. My heart thundered in my chest like it was trying to warn me and urge me forward all at once. She stepped out of the car, then looked over her shoulder, her eyes daring me.
And all I could think was:
God help me, I hope she does.
I stood in the hallway outside her apartment, the hum of the city muffled by thick walls and a flickering light overhead that made everything feel strangely intimate. Chaewon’s keys jingled as she unlocked the door with practiced ease. She turned to face me, the light catching in her amber eyes like embers barely contained.
Her tails twitched once. Twice. Then stilled.
“You sure?” she asked softly. “If you come inside, you’re mine.”
I tried to play it cool. “That a promise or a threat?”
She didn’t smile. “For my kind, there’s no difference.”
I swallowed, feeling that hot flush rising again, the same one I’d been fighting off since the moment we left the ice cream parlor. She had this wild, restless energy to her—like a storm in waiting. Beautiful, unpredictable, dangerous in the way cliffs are dangerous: you know it’s dumb to get close, but something in you wants to leap.
She stepped back, just far enough to let me pass through the doorway if I chose.
I hesitated. I should’ve turned around. Should’ve gone home and locked that heat in a box again, like I always do.
Instead, I stepped inside.
The door closed behind me with a soft click that sounded more like a seal being drawn than a lock turning. Her apartment smelled like citrus and cedarwood—warm and sharp. She tossed her bag on a chair and turned to face me, slowly pulling her dress off, revealing a lacy number that did nothing to hide the swell of muscle and curve beneath.
She watched me like I was prey.
“I told you,” she murmured. “Now it’s too late.”
I raised an eyebrow, heart pounding in my ears. “For what?”
Chaewon took a step forward. “For you to pretend this isn’t happening.”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Her hands were on me in the next breath, one pressing against my chest, the other curling into my shirt like she could drag the truth out of me.
I met her halfway.
The kiss wasn’t soft this time. It was desperate, like we’d been holding something back all night and now the floodgates were open. She moaned against my mouth, dragging me toward the couch, her tail curling around my leg possessively.
“You smell like restraint,” she growled between kisses. “I want to rip that off of you.”
“You’re not the only one holding back,” I whispered, gripping her waist, feeling the heat of her skin through her clothes.
She pushed me back until we fell together into the cushions, her weight straddling me, hands exploring like she had every right—and I didn’t stop her. Couldn’t.
“I meant what I said,” she warned again, even as her lips grazed my jaw, her breath hot and ragged. “You’re mine now. I’m not built to share. I won’t let you go.”
I stared up at her, dazed, wrecked, exhilarated. “Then don’t.”
Something in her snapped at that—maybe it was relief, maybe it was hunger. But it made her growl, low and reverberating through her whole chest as she kissed me again, deeper this time, more than lust, something primal and claiming.
“Take off that stupid suit!” Chaewon growled. I did as she asked with her staring at me the whole time ravenous.
The moment her restraint snapped, it was as if a locked door burst open within her mind, unleashing something primal and unfiltered. Her eyes flashed with fire, pupils expanding to swallow the amber iris, her breath ragged and ragged, and that growling vibration rumbled from her chest, deep and reverberating like war drums pounding in the storm’s undertow. It was hunger—more than hunger for flesh or blood, but for connection, for release, for claiming what had been denied for too long.
She lunged forward, and before I could even process it, a low growl escaped her throat, a sound rooted in feral territory—both warning and invitation. Her lips curled back, revealing sharpened teeth that shimmered menacingly under the dim light, a predator in her natural state. Her claws—long, curved, gleaming—slashed through the fabric of her resolve, piercing the air as she yanked me roughly into her arms. The fierce possessiveness in that moment was undeniable—she wasn’t just acting on instincts; she was asserting a claim, staking her territory in a way that left no room for ambiguity.
“Take off that stupid suit,” Chaewon growled, voice thick with suppressed fury and desire. Her voice was a command, commanding and commanding—an order from an alpha who had tasted the sweetness of surrender and now demanded it fully. Her eyes burned into mine, unblinking, hungry for vulnerability, for rawness. I hesitated only a second before obeying, unfastening the buttons, peeling off layers of fabric with trembling fingers, feeling her eyes burn into my skin, dissecting every movement, every inch exposed.
She watched every second, ravenous, as my hesitation turned into compliance. Her lips curled into a predatory smile, a hint of sharp amusement flashing across her features. “Fuck,” she purred, voice trembling with anticipation and something darker—something that transcended lust. “All mine now.” Her words were a vow, a curse, a blessing, but above all, a declaration of mastery.
Her claws—long and wicked—scratched along my shoulders as she pulled me into her fiercely. Her hands, trembling but driven by desperate need, pawed at my body, pulling and clutching, as if trying to tattoo her claim directly into my flesh. Her feverish kisses consumed my neck, my collarbone, my chest as she pressed her lips and teeth into every exposed inch, marking me with her scent—wild, dangerous, and intoxicating.
“I’ve been so lonely without a mate,” she stammered, voice choked with emotion, her lips brushing against my skin as tears—or maybe just the intensity—welled in her eyes. She maneuvered me backward, deeper into her den, into her sanctuary of plush blankets, cushions, and flickering candlelight. Her hunger was palpable, raw and unrestrained, as she left hundreds of desperate kisses on my shoulders, collarbone, and chest, her tongue tracing fiery streaks of her presence.
When I reached out to pull her closer, to deepen the moment, she sharply barked, “No!” her voice cutting through the thick air like a whip. Confused, I looked at her, searching her expression for softness or some hidden message—only for her to respond with a fierce, almost hypnotic command: “Fuck me now. Maybe we’ll kiss later.” Her words hung in the air, heavy with meaning, unambiguous in their primal tone.
Without hesitation, I nodded. Her eyes, wild and luminous, were locked onto mine. She took control fiercely, pushing me down onto a bedchamber of pillows, wrapping her arms around my waist, her body a heat signature pulsing with raw energy. She yanked my underwear down, her gaze hungry, and then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she slid downward, staking her claim in the most direct, unfiltered way. Her lithe, feral body moved with divine rhythm—graceful, intense, savage—each of her movements both sexy and raw, as if she reveled in the act of possession itself.
Her walls—hot, wet, impossibly tight—clenched around me, igniting sensations that burned and soared simultaneously. Her moans—deep, guttural—matched her fiery movements, her lust turning into a poetry of primal demand, as she whispered, “You feel better than my toys,” her eyes blown wide, pupils dark as night. Her claws—long, sharp, and deadly—trailed along my chest, leaving trails of anticipation and promise before she leaned down, her lips pressing hard against my shoulder, then sinking into it with teeth bared in a feral grip.
“Whoa, Chae,” I whisper-shouted, my voice trembling as her claws raked over my skin, intimidating and electrifying in equal measure. Her gaze, all pupils and wild intent, told me that rationality had long since left the building—she was entirely consumed by the storm inside her, a tempest unleashed.
She roared softly, a growl of triumph or hunger or a mixture of both, as she ground herself fiercely against me, the slick heat of her desire coating us both in a shivering, sizzling dance. “Mine,” she growled through clenched teeth, repeating it like a mantra, bouncing rhythmically atop me—moving with fierce intensity that warned of an inevitable collision with ecstasy.
The second she hit her peak, her claws—extended in clear warning—dug into my flesh, marking me with her raw strength. Her groan was guttural—satisfied, victorious—and her body clenched around me so powerfully I thought I might be ripped apart. A gush, hot and sticky, spilled over us both, sealing her unfinished claim with another wild, blissful shudder. Her eyes remained blown out, pupils dilated to infinity, as she looked down at me with unfiltered possession, her glow wild and unrepentant.
“Mark me,” she commanded in a whisper thick with multiple meanings—her voice sultry, raw, and unyielding. I followed her command without question, pressing deeper and deeper into her, feeling the incredible heat, the unearthly wetness that seemed to consume everything. Her walls tightened again and again, the crescendo building like a violent storm reaching its zenith. She begged me—silent and ferocious—urging for release, for my own surrender.
And then we plunged together, her eyes meeting mine as her body betrayed her in an explosion of passion—flying over the edge, shuddering fiercely, her claws sinking into my chest in a stake of carnality and conquest. Her scream of release echoed through the room, primal and raw, as she spilled herself onto me, riding the waves of her ecstasy with abandon.
Her victory—her declaration—was etched into her trembling form, her drenched, glowing eyes still wide with wild triumph. She looked down at me, a perfect chaos of lust and pride, and whispered fiercely, “Mine.” Not a question. Not a plea. An unshakable vow—divine in its raw, animal truth.
In that moment, I felt the full weight of her claim, her unrelenting need to possess what she desired—and her need to be possessed in return. This was not merely hunger; it was a fierce, unmitigated declaration of belonging, a bond forged in blood and sweat and forbidden fire. Neither of us could deny it now—once she towered over me, claiming her prize with claws and teeth, surrendering to the darkness within her that craved not just passion but possession.
Morning sunlight bled through the gauzy curtains, painting golden stripes across the tangled blankets. My eyes blinked open slowly, the haze of sleep giving way to a mix of soreness, warmth, and something...sticky? I looked down.
Lipstick kisses, pink and red and occasionally smudged with a fang mark, dotted my chest. Faint claw lines raked over my sides and shoulders—not deep, but deliberate. Possessive. My thighs were covered in fading bite marks, and my collarbone bore the unmistakable imprint of her mouth.
Gods above, I thought, running a hand through my hair. She was thorough.
Carefully, I started to sit up, wincing slightly as muscles I didn’t even know could ache did just that. I had barely lifted myself off the mattress when a hand darted out—nails grazing my lower back, just enough pressure to warn, not wound.
"Where do you think you’re going?" Chaewon's voice was husky, sleep-thick, but still laced with that purring dominance from the night before.
I tilted my head and gave her a tired grin. “Getting water.”
She let out a soft whine, more feline than human, and buried her face into my back, her arms snaking around my waist as she pressed herself flush against me. “Too far,” she mumbled. “Mate doesn’t leave bed without kisses.”
“Well,” I said, trying not to laugh, “I think you covered your quota already. I’m wearing half of them.”
She growled—playfully, but with a hint of real need—and nipped my shoulder before trailing her nose along my spine. “Doesn’t count if you’re not awake for them,” she said, clearly not letting go.
I shuffled forward with her still clinging to me like a sleepy, overly affectionate backpack. The cool wood floor met my feet as I stumbled toward her tiny kitchen nook, dragging her along inch by inch. She didn’t protest, just sighed and nuzzled into the crook of my neck, her tail flicking lazily behind her.
“You’re seriously going to cling to me all the way to the sink?” I asked, reaching out for a glass with one hand while balancing her weight with the other.
“I’m in recovery,” she said, voice muffled against my skin. “Bonding is exhausting.”
I turned my head slightly to kiss her temple. “Yeah? Then maybe you shouldn’t have tried to kill me with affection.”
She hummed, finally loosening her hold just enough for me to fill the glass. But even then, she didn’t stray far—her cheek resting against my shoulder, eyes half-lidded as if daring the universe to pull me away from her again.
“I’m yours,” I said softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Chaewon didn’t reply right away—just curled her arms tighter around me, her tail wrapping lazily around my thigh.
“…Good,” she finally whispered. “I’d hate to have to claw you again.”
i chuckled as I finally grabbed my water and smiled, "Okay"
The water was cold and crisp, almost too clean, too still compared to the whirlwind of last night. I leaned against the kitchen counter, letting the glass rest against my bottom lip, the coolness grounding me in the present after everything Chaewon and I had... become. My body ached in places I didn’t know could ache, pleasantly sore and marked in ways that felt more like ceremony than chaos. She made me hers.
I glanced over my shoulder.
Chaewon sat on the edge of the couch, one of her legs curled under her, wearing nothing but an oversized tee—my tee, actually—that clung to her curves in places it had no business doing. Her amber eyes were locked on me, head tilted like a content predator watching her prize stretch its limbs. I saw the possessiveness there, the lazy hunger even now, but it was gentler than before. Still intense. Still undeniably hers.
My phone buzzed on the counter.
Eunbi.
I sighed, smiled, and answered with a tired, amused: “You really couldn’t wait till morning?”
“It is morning, dummy,” Eunbi’s voice rang out, chipper and smug. “How’s your first day with your new wife?”
I laughed, setting the phone on speaker as I leaned back against the counter. “Well... the parts I can remember were pretty great.”
Chaewon chuckled softly behind me, her smirk unmistakable even without looking. She padded barefoot across the room and wrapped her arms around my waist from behind, her cheek pressing into my bare back.
“Ohhh,” Eunbi cooed, clearly catching on to the movement. “Is that her I hear breathing down your neck? You sound marked up, Torhu.”
“I am,” I admitted, running my free hand over the side of my neck where I could still feel the faint ridges of her teeth. “Thoroughly.”
Chaewon kissed the middle of my back in response, possessive and unhurried. Her tail flicked playfully against my leg as she nestled closer, arms tightening just slightly.
“You sound happy,” Eunbi said, her tone softening.
I looked down at the girl clinging to me, her claws gently resting against my hip like she was afraid I might drift too far. I smiled.
“I think I am.”
It’s been three days since I… moved in. Or maybe “got claimed” is more accurate.
I’m sitting at Chaewon’s tiny kitchen table — if you can call this sleek little thing a table — sipping coffee while she paces like a caged cat. Her tail is twitching at the tip, shirt half-buttoned, eyes locked on me like I might disappear again. I won’t, but it doesn’t stop her from watching.
“We need a plan,” she announces for the third time. “A real one. Not this loose maybe-you’ll-come-home-after-work bullshit.”
I raise an eyebrow, resting my cheek on one hand. “You do know we’ve spent every night together since, right?”
“That’s not the point,” she mutters, a little too quickly. “You’re mine now, Torhu. I need to know when you’re coming, when you’re leaving, how long you’ll be gone, and what part of me you’ll be sleeping on at night.” Her cheeks flush as soon as she says it, but the possessive glint in her eye doesn’t fade.
“…Sleeping on?” I can’t help but grin.
“You like my thighs, don’t act brand new.”
I nearly choke on the coffee. “I’m not disagreeing.”
She crosses the space between us and drapes herself across my lap with dramatic flair. Her scent hits me like a familiar drug—lavender, heat, and something uniquely her. She nuzzles against my neck, her claws gently grazing under my shirt like she's reassuring herself I’m still real.
“I don’t want to be apart. Not even for a night. Not after… that.”
I know what she means. The bond. The haze. The primal blur of sweat and sound and wild devotion.
She clings tighter. “I feel weird when you’re not touching me.”
“I know. You pounced on me in the shower because I closed the bathroom door.”
“You didn’t have to close it.”
I chuckle, brushing a hand through her hair. “Chaewon, you’re adorable. A little intense, but adorable.”
She lifts her head to glare half-heartedly. “Intense?”
I cup her cheek, running my thumb along the corner of her mouth. “I’m not complaining. I like you like this.”
She blinks. “Really?”
“Really. I’m just trying to help you breathe through the bonding part so you don’t spiral into kidnapping territory.”
She hums like she’s actually considering it. “Would you even mind?”
“Honestly? Depends on the quality of the rope.”
She smirks, purring as she curls deeper into me. “You shouldn’t say things like that, husband.”
“Technically, we’re not married.”
“Technically, your neck has my teeth marks.”
I laugh out loud at that. “Fair.”
“That’s kinda hot.”
She let out a breathy laugh, and I could feel her whole body soften against mine. “I’m serious,” she said, voice low. “I don’t think I can sleep without you anymore. My body won’t calm down unless you’re close. I woke up last night and you weren’t touching me and I almost cried.”
“Guess I’m not going back to my place anytime soon, huh?”
“Nope,” she said with smug satisfaction, popping the ‘p’. “You’re mine now. I’m not letting go.”
I turned slightly so I could catch her eyes. They were half-lidded, a little wild. Still riding that post-bonding high. Still drunk on instinct. And I couldn’t lie—I liked how possessive she was. I liked that it was me who pulled this side of her out.
“You’ll let go when you’re ready,” I said gently, brushing her hair back behind her ear. “But until then…”
I leaned in, pressing a kiss just beneath her eye, then down to her jaw.
“I’m right here. Yours.”
She exhaled shakily, clinging tighter again. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours.”
She made a small noise in her throat—part growl, part purr—and I swear I felt her vibrating.
I guess we weren’t building a relationship so much as hurling ourselves into one. But honestly? It felt good. Dangerous, intense, a little messy—but good. And if this was what being loved by a leopard hybrid felt like?
I wasn’t going anywhere.
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Hybrid snake bf x fem reader.
Hybrid snake boyfriend who looks at you with those huge red eyes and black scales running all over his face to his neck, a bit of his arms and from his lower belly to the tip of his tail.
You knew each other since you were kids,.... Or something like that when you got awkwardly lost in the forest behind the orphanage . You fell asleep crying in the middle of the forest with icy hands reaching into your sweatshirt with a smiling sun in the center.
It felt soft, you clung to this creature not knowing it was a snake hybrid child who had heard your cry.
Without wanting to die of cold himself, he clung to your warm body to share it between the two of you.
From that day on he took you with him without letting you go back to that place again, he called you his own, his family. You were nothing more than a couple of children clinging to his only company.
Until you became adults and it was no longer a whim, he would stare at you with his pupils contracted into slits, making you eat from his hand, he would lick your taste in the air with his bifid le gua shoving the food between your lips forcing you to swallow, for him not eating Slo enough even if you had a little more fat due on your belly and cheeks.
Your reward was a sweet and loving kiss accompanied with erect thrusts of his two cocks in your holes, he loved to leave his partner full of his eggs to fertilize.
#terat0philliac#monster x reader#monster x you#monster fucker#monster x human#Monster x fem reader#Hybrid snake bf#monsters#size k!nk#size difference#monster smut#two dicks#breeding kink cw#tw teratophilia#tw size difference#tw monsterfucking
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Cat!hybrid girl seduces mouse!hybrid boy at a house party
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She'd been with a rat before, but never a mouse, and he was definitely a mouse, no mistake. Those large, velvety soft looking round ears, short stature; he was a good foot shorter than her, and just a little bit chubby. So small, but so goddamn cute.
She couldn't help herself.
They had momentarily locked gazes from across the room at the party, pupils dilating in her bright green irises as a small smirk tugged the corners of her lips, whiskers twitching slightly as she maintained that contact with his deep brown eyes and made her way over to him, slinking her way through the small crowd of their friends gathered in the living room.
"Hey,"
"Hey."
She leaned in, supporting herself with her left forearm against the wall, looking down at him playfully. "Enjoying the party?" her fluffy, inky black tail gave a mischievous flick, wrapping around the side of her waist and brushing against his thigh lightly.
He was very clearly nervous, shrinking back against the wall, hands sweaty in his pockets as he looked up at her with a shy smile, a little electric thrum sparking at the spot her tail touched him. Holy shit she's hot, and she's a cat...keep it together man!
"Y-Yeah, just, hangin' out; how about you?" his own long, thin, sparsely haired tail thumped gently against the wall, and she gave a little chuckle, momentarily flashing those sharp canine teeth...
"Oh I'm having a great time," she leaned in closer, practically pressing her breasts into his face as his cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink, his gaze momentarily dropping to the cleavage popping out of her low cut top. "I can think of a few ways to make it even better though, if you wanna join me for some fun..."
...
A few minutes later she had him in the bathroom, stripping him of his dark hoodie and pulling down his pants, his cock already leaking precum as he sprung free of his fabric constraints. The blush never left his face as he stood somewhat awkwardly in his baggy white t-shirt, jeans around his ankles, his eager dick poking through his boxer shorts.
Fuck why was he so cute?!
"Well, what are you waiting for nerd? Put it in already..." she bullied him playfully, getting down onto all fours in front of him, tail now high in the air as she pulled her skirt up over the curve of her ass to expose her bare cunt to him; she never wore panties.
"Yeah, just like that...mmhmmm, aaall the way..." he followed her instructions, slowly pushing his surprisingly thick cock inside her tight, wet folds, his breath coming out in small pants and huffs.
"Mmmmm yeah, that feels sooo good...pump it in and out, just like that...do you think you can go harder? Oh fuck yeah, mmhmmm...right there, keep going..."
#monster#monsters#monster smut#monster romance#monster fuqqer#monster fudger#monster fucker#cat monster#cat hybrid#mouse hybrid#cat x mouse#teratophillia#terato#tetrophilia#monster imagine#monster girl#monster boy#monster lover#monster boyfriend#monster girlfriend#monster bf#monster gf#bully kink#bully k!nk#femdxm#subby monster#subby bf#subby boys#mommy k!nk
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HYBRID &TEAM reaction to smelling someone else's scent on you . . !



&team ot9 — GENRE : imagines headcanon suggestiveish fluff hybrid au — PAIRING : gn.reader — WARNING : they are pretty possessive — REQUESTED : yes <3
notes : btw dw, you as the reader didn't cheat! also minors ones are more sweet and not as extreme as the others :)
K (kangaroo hybrid) :
You were barely through the door when K’s nose twitched. He paused mid-sentence, his usual easygoing demeanor vanishing. His ears perked up, and his sharp gaze pinned you in place.
“Wait.” His voice dropped, the usual playful edge replaced by something darker. “What’s that smell?”
You blinked, confused. “What smell?”
K stepped closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over you. His nose brushed against the crook of your neck, and his lips pressed together in a tight line.
“I scented you earlier,” he muttered, the possessiveness in his tone sending a shiver down your spine. “But now… there’s someone else’s scent on you.”
He growled softly, a low sound rumbling in his chest, and his tail flicked sharply behind him. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer. “Who was it?” he demanded, his voice rough.
You stammered, “It was just a friend—”
“I don’t care who it was,” K interrupted, his forehead pressing against yours. His breath was hot, his touch firm. “You’re mine. No one else gets to leave their scent on you.”
Before you could respond, K’s lips found your neck, brushing over the spot where he had marked you earlier. His hands tightened on your hips as he nuzzled into your skin, the warmth of his breath sending tingles down your spine.
“You’ll smell like me again,” he murmured, his voice softer now but no less intense. “Only me.”
FUMA (panda hybrid) :
Fuma greeted you with his usual calm smile when you entered the room, but it faltered the moment you stepped closer. His nose twitched, and his dark eyes narrowed slightly.
“Hey…” he said softly, his voice holding a sharpness you weren’t used to. “Why do you smell like that?”
“Like what?” you asked, setting your bag down.
“Not like me,” he replied bluntly, his gaze dropping to the spot on your shoulder where he’d nuzzled earlier that morning. His expression was calm but unreadable, and that made it even more unsettling.
Before you could answer, Fuma crossed the room in a few strides. His hand cupped your chin gently but firmly, tilting your head up so he could meet your eyes. “You let someone else get too close, didn’t you?”
“It’s not what you think,” you began, but Fuma’s other hand slid to your waist, holding you in place as he leaned in to sniff your neck.
“Doesn’t matter what I think,” he said softly, his lips brushing against your ear, “it’s what I know.”
There was no aggression in his touch, just quiet, unyielding resolve. Fuma pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes fluttering shut. “You’re mine,” he murmured, his usual gentle tone laced with possessiveness.
Without waiting for a response, Fuma buried his face into your neck, breathing deeply as if to erase any trace of the foreign scent clinging to your skin. His arms tightened around you, pulling you flush against his chest.
“You’re not going anywhere until I make sure they know you belong to me,” he whispered, a rare edge to his voice as his lips ghosted over your jawline.
NICHOLAS (doberman hybrid) :
Nicholas was lounging on the couch when you walked into the room, a content smile on his face. His ears perked up at the sound of your footsteps, but the second you got closer, his smile faded, replaced by a sharp furrow of his brow.
“Wait,” he said, sitting up straighter, his nose twitching. “What is that?”
“What’s what?” you asked, confused.
“That smell,” Nicholas muttered, standing up in a flash. His tall frame loomed over you as he stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. He sniffed the air, his focus honing in on you like a laser. “Who the hell have you been with?”
“No one—”
“Don’t lie to me,” he growled, his voice low and guttural as his Doberman instincts kicked in. He took another step closer, his sharp, dark eyes fixed on you, the heat of his presence making your pulse quicken.
Nicholas grabbed your wrist gently but firmly, pulling you toward him. His nose skimmed along your neck, inhaling deeply. The muscle in his jaw tightened as his grip on your wrist softened, but his tone didn’t lose its edge.
“I just scented you this morning,” he said, his voice quieter but no less intense. “And now you’re walking around smelling like someone else? Do you have any idea what that does to me?”
You tried to explain, but Nicholas wasn’t listening. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you impossibly close. His lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, “You’re mine, and I don’t like sharing.”
His possessiveness wasn’t aggressive, but it was undeniably dominant. Nicholas pressed his forehead against yours, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an unwavering intensity.
“I’ll fix this,” he murmured, his voice softening but still holding that commanding undertone. His hands traced up your sides before tilting your chin up. “Because there’s no way I’m letting anyone think they can have what’s mine.”
Without waiting for a response, Nicholas buried his face into your neck, his nose brushing against your skin as he inhaled deeply again. His lips ghosted over your collarbone as if reclaiming every inch of you.
EJ (sloth bear hybrid) :
EJ was sitting at the dining table, absentmindedly working on a LEGO set when you walked in. His face lit up as he spotted you, but the second you got closer, his expression shifted. His nose twitched subtly, his usual soft gaze sharpening with curiosity—and something darker.
“Wait,” he said, his voice low and calm, but his words carried a weight that made you pause. “What… is that smell?”
“What smell?” you asked innocently, but EJ’s brows furrowed, and he leaned forward in his seat. His sharp senses kicked in, and his sloth-bear-like ears twitched slightly as he focused on you.
He pushed his chair back, standing to his full height, towering over you. His usually relaxed demeanor was replaced by something more intense as he closed the distance between you. “You smell different,” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave.
“EJ, it’s probably nothing—”
“No,” he interrupted, shaking his head slightly. “It’s not nothing.” His hand gently grasped your arm, guiding you closer to him. His nose brushed against your shoulder, inhaling deeply. The scent he picked up wasn’t his—it wasn’t his scent lingering on you, the one he’d left earlier that morning when he’d nuzzled into your neck before leaving for the day.
He leaned back slightly, his soft brown eyes darkened with a quiet possessiveness. “I scented you this morning,” he said, his tone still calm but edged with a subtle growl. “And now you’re carrying someone else’s scent? Who?”
His question wasn’t loud, but it didn’t need to be. There was something commanding in the way he spoke, something firm yet measured, like he was giving you the space to answer but wouldn’t tolerate anything less than the truth.
“I just—bumped into someone, that’s all,” you tried to explain.
EJ’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Bumped into them enough for their scent to linger?” he asked, his tone soft but laced with quiet tension.
His free hand slid to your waist, anchoring you in place as his eyes searched yours. Then, without warning, he buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. His warm breath tickled your skin as his grip on you tightened just slightly.
“That’s better,” he murmured against your skin, his voice tinged with satisfaction. His lips brushed the side of your neck in a fleeting, barely-there touch, almost like he was marking his territory without saying a word.
“You’re mine,” EJ whispered, pulling back to meet your gaze. His eyes softened, but the intensity in them didn’t waver. “Don’t forget that, okay?
YUMA (ermine hybrid) :
moment you stepped into the room. His nose twitched slightly, and his usually laid-back expression hardened. His ears—subtle but unmistakably hybrid—perked up, and his tail flicked in a way that betrayed his sudden agitation.
“Wait,” he called, his tone calm but firm as he stepped toward you. “Come here for a second.”
You tilted your head in confusion but approached him anyway. “What’s wrong?”
His amber gaze narrowed as he leaned in close, the tip of his nose brushing against your shoulder. His nostrils flared as he caught the scent—one that wasn’t his own.
“What’s this?” he asked quietly, though his voice carried a certain edge. His hand reached out, curling gently around your wrist as he pulled you even closer.
“What do you mean?” you asked innocently, though you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks under his intense scrutiny.
Yuma’s lips curved into a slight frown as he tilted his head, his nose now trailing just above your collarbone. “This scent,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, but the tension in it was unmistakable. “It’s not mine.”
Your heart raced as you tried to explain. “I ran into someone earlier—literally bumped into them. It’s not a big deal—”
“Not a big deal?” he interrupted, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. His gaze was sharp, yet there was a flicker of something vulnerable in it. “I scented you this morning. I made sure everyone knew you were mine.”
His words sent a shiver down your spine as his grip on your wrist tightened ever so slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to keep you anchored in place. His free hand found its way to your waist, his fingers splaying possessively.
“Yuma,” you began, but he silenced you by leaning in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear.
“Let me fix this,” he whispered, his voice softer now but no less commanding. His lips brushed your neck, and he pressed his nose to your skin, inhaling deeply as if to erase any trace of the offending scent.
His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he let out a small, satisfied hum. “There,” he said, pulling back just enough to smirk at you. “Now you smell like me again.”
“You’re being ridiculous,” you muttered, though your cheeks were flushed.
“Maybe,” Yuma admitted with a light chuckle, his usual playful demeanor returning. “But I don’t care. You’re mine, and I’ll make sure everyone knows it.”
JO (arctic fox hybrid) :
Jo’s sharp ears twitched as he caught the faint scent in the air, immediately aware of the subtle change. His gentle smile faltered for just a moment, replaced by a more serious expression as his nose subtly wrinkled. He could smell something… or rather, someone else on you. His usually soft voice took on a slight edge.
“Wait, what’s that scent?”
You paused, sensing the shift in his mood, as his amber eyes focused intently on you. He stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate, his posture protective. His tail—white and soft—flicked slightly behind him, an unconscious reflection of his concern.
“I was just at the café earlier,” you explained, trying to brush off the sudden change in atmosphere. “Nothing to worry about.”
Jo didn’t seem convinced. His eyes narrowed slightly as he tilted his head, his nose drifting to your neck where the scent was most prominent. He wasn’t being gentle now; he was focused, trying to figure out what had happened.
“No, it’s not just that.” His voice was calm, though there was a hint of possessiveness in his tone. “I can smell it… someone else.”
The way his gaze held you felt intense, his usual shyness momentarily fading as his instincts kicked in. Jo was fiercely protective of those he cared about, and right now, it was clear that his thoughts were entirely centered on you.
“I don’t like it,” he muttered under his breath, his hand reaching out to lightly touch your arm, a soft touch but firm enough to keep you close. His eyes were searching, as if he was trying to make sure that no one else had dared to mark you, not in the way that he did.
“Jo, it’s not—”
“I know,” he interrupted, stepping even closer, now leaning in to rest his nose against your neck. His breath was warm against your skin as he inhaled deeply, his hands on your shoulders guiding you to stay close to him. “But I can still smell them. It’s not right.”
His voice dropped to a whisper, almost possessive as he pressed his lips gently to the spot where he’d just scented. “I’ll fix it, don’t worry.”
You felt a slight pressure as Jo wrapped his arms around you, holding you gently but with a protective finality. His fur was soft against your cheek as he nuzzled closer, his body acting as a shield, his scent now mixing with yours, trying to overpower any trace of the foreign scent.
“I don’t want anyone else to get too close to you,” he murmured, his voice softer now, but still laced with possessiveness. “You’re mine.”
You could feel his presence radiating warmth as he continued to hold you, his possessiveness clearly evident, even as his usual gentle and shy demeanor came back into play. He wasn’t angry, just… protective, in a way that felt both comforting and intimate.
HARUA (bunny hybrid) :
Harua’s soft, twitching ears perked up as he caught the unfamiliar scent on you. His usual sweet and shy demeanor instantly shifted to a more cautious state as his sensitive nose picked up on the change. His large, expressive eyes flickered nervously, looking for any sign of what had caused the shift.
He approached you, his usual calmness replaced by a slight unease. “Did… did someone else get close to you?” His voice was soft, almost hesitant, as if he didn’t want to accuse you of anything but couldn’t help but be bothered by the unfamiliar trace.
You could see the way his bunny ears drooped slightly, a clear sign that something was bothering him. His instincts were heightened—after all, as a hybrid, his senses were more attuned to the slightest changes in scent. He wasn’t mad, but there was a vulnerability to him in this moment.
“I don’t know… maybe just some cologne or something?” you offered, trying to brush it off with a smile, but Harua wasn’t convinced. He leaned closer, his nose brushing against your neck as his breath hitched slightly, inhaling deeply to confirm the scent.
His hands gently cupped your face, his grip soft but firm as if to steady himself. His gaze softened a little, though the flicker of possessiveness didn’t completely vanish. “It’s not just cologne, is it?” He wasn’t angry; he was just worried, protective.
Harua stepped closer, his body heat radiating against yours as he instinctively tried to shield you from whatever it was that had disturbed him. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a gentle embrace, his soft bunny ears brushing against your cheek.
“You know… you’re mine, right?” His voice was a quiet whisper, as he nuzzled into your neck, trying to mark you in his own way. He didn’t say it in a commanding tone, but there was a tenderness to it, an unspoken reassurance that he would protect you.
His bunny instincts were clearly in full swing now, the gentle but possessive nature of his hybrid form shining through. He wasn’t upset with you—he just wanted to make sure you were safe, that no one else would dare get too close. The scent had unsettled him, but now, wrapped up in his embrace, you could tell that he was starting to feel more secure.
“I don’t want anyone else getting too close,” he mumbled against your neck, his hands lightly running over your back, as if to reassure himself that you were still his. He was soft, sweet, but also deeply protective of you, and in that moment, Harua wasn’t afraid to let you know just how much he cared.
TAKI (otter hybrid) :
Taki’s attention shifted immediately when he caught the faint scent of someone else lingering around you. His otter instincts were sensitive, and the moment the unfamiliar trace hit the air, his playful energy dimmed into a protective, almost possessive mode. He had scented you earlier, and there was no mistaking that something—someone—else had gotten too close.
He turned toward you, a mischievous glint in his eyes, but there was something deeper there now—a bit of jealousy bubbling under the surface. His brows furrowed slightly, his hands unconsciously flexing as if ready to spring into action.
“You’ve been smelling like someone else…” Taki’s voice was light, but the sharpness in it betrayed the playful teasing he often used to cover up his emotions. He walked closer, sniffing the air around you as his nose twitched with curiosity.
You chuckled, brushing off his suspicion. “It’s just cologne. I was with some friends earlier.” But even as you said it, you could see the doubt in his eyes. Taki wasn’t convinced. He’d scented you earlier and could tell there was something more.
His hand reached up, brushing a stray lock of your hair behind your ear as his gaze lingered on your neck. He inhaled deeply, a slight growl rumbling in his throat. “Not just cologne,” he muttered under his breath.
Taki’s playful, flirty persona took a backseat as his protective side kicked in. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you in close with surprising force, but still gentle enough to be affectionate. “Who was it?” he asked softly, his voice laced with an edge that wasn’t there before.
You could feel his body tense against yours, his fingers lightly gripping your sides as he tightened his hold. His otter instincts were in full play, and though he wasn’t the type to get possessive, the scent of another had caused a stir within him.
Taki pressed his nose into your neck, inhaling deeply again, his warm breath sending a shiver through your body. “I don’t like this,” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost a whisper. “I just want to be the one who gets to smell you.” His lips brushed against your skin as he spoke, his words laced with a possessiveness that only someone with his heightened senses could feel.
He pulled away slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” His voice was teasing, but there was a serious undertone, a question that only you could answer.
Taki’s playful nature didn’t completely disappear, but it softened in the wake of his jealousy. He wasn’t angry; he was just a bit insecure, unsure of the other presence lingering near you. And in his own way, he was making it clear that he wanted to be the one closest to you.
“I’ll make sure no one else gets too close,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss your cheek, his arms still wrapped protectively around you. His otter instincts had taken over, and he wasn’t backing down.
MAKI (golden retriever hybrid) :
Maki, being the energetic and warm-hearted person that he is, usually wore his emotions openly, but today was different. When he scented you earlier, the sweet, familiar mix of your scent was enough to make him relax. But now, something was off. There was another lingering scent on you, one that hadn’t been there when he first embraced you earlier. His golden retriever instincts immediately picked up on the subtle change, and his mood shifted ever so slightly.
He watched you from across the room, his gaze narrowing just a bit as he picked up on the faint trace of someone else. His golden retriever traits made him loyal and protective, and right now, that loyalty was being tested. He could feel the pull of the new scent even more than usual, and it tugged at his confidence.
Without even realizing it, Maki had crossed the room and was standing in front of you, his eyes searching your face for any sign of what had happened.
“Hey…” he started, his voice soft but serious. “You’ve been around someone else, right?” He tried to sound casual, but his tone was tinted with a hint of concern. He wasn’t angry—no, not Maki—but he wasn’t blind to the fact that someone else’s presence was near you, and it made him feel a little uneasy.
You smiled at him, brushing it off lightly. “Oh, it’s just a friend. They gave me a hug earlier, nothing more.”
Maki’s gaze softened, but the knot of jealousy in his chest didn’t loosen. He stepped closer, his presence soothing but still intense. He lifted his hand, reaching toward you as though to confirm that everything was alright. His fingers grazed your wrist, pulling your arm gently toward him.
“Mmm, I can tell,” he said with a low chuckle, though his voice had a hint of possessiveness. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent, and then his eyes closed for a moment. His golden retriever instincts reacted to the new mix in the air, and he couldn’t help but let out a small sigh. “I like the way you smell,” he murmured, his hand gently tracing the line of your arm, “but I don’t want anyone else leaving their scent on you.”
You blinked, taken aback by his sudden confession. “Maki…”
He smiled sheepishly, brushing a hand through his hair. “I’m not mad or anything, I just… I don’t like it when someone else gets too close to you. I want to be the one who gets all of your attention.”
He then leaned in, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply as though he was trying to erase the traces of anyone else. His golden retriever instincts were alive now, and his possessiveness showed, but it was a sweet, affectionate kind of possessiveness. He just wanted to feel secure, to know that you were his and he was yours.
“Mmm, much better,” he muttered softly, his lips brushing your skin. “I want to be the one you smell like all the time. Only me.”
His arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly as if to protect you, but also to make sure no one else could get too close. His scent would mix with yours, and in his mind, that was the best reassurance of all.
“I’ll make sure no one else can leave their mark on you,” he said with a playful grin, pulling you closer to him. “I’m not letting go of you, okay?”
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Hybrid wolf pack x hybrid bunny reader part 2
"Fuck. That was hot." You startled out of your haze at the sound of a new voice. Looking by the chair you saw 3 more alpha males taking in the erotica scene infront of them. Darius chuckled at the sight of your wide eyes and the sound of your racing heart.
"I figured you hadn't noticed them come in. From left to right theres Vinn, Raine, and Callum. We will do proper introductions later for now they will keep there distance." His order clear to his brothers he didn't want to risk scarring there new little bunny away. You couldn't help but take in the sight of the other three alphas the whole pack was a sight. This was really happening these wolves where wanting you even when the other rabbits hadn't. Darius started to nibble and suck on your neck making you moan softly tightening around his cock as he finally started to pull out. He chuckled softly and stepped back allowing his brothers to take in the sight of his seed dripping out of your needy cunt.
"Look at her poor pussy just got stuffed full but it's still clenching around nothing." Darius said spreading her pussy lips open. Vinn, Raine, and Callum growled at the exotic sight. Vinn was taller then Raine and Callum sporting blonde hair and green eyes standing closer to 6'3" Darius being the same height but with black hair and Gold eyes. Raine stood a solid 6ft with black hair and blue eyes that looked like clear pools of water. Callum was alittle shorter then Raine with red hair and green eyes. All three of them where holding on to a small thread of control as the scent of your arousal started to flood there scenses.
"So what made you decide to shack up with a bunch of filthy wolves?" Raine asked his blue eyes flickering with distrust. No matter how badly he wanted to ravish you his job was to protect his brothers and Darius hadn't even had him meet you before deciding to take you in.
"It's more like your Alpha is crazy for actually accepting me." You stated calmly revealing the brand that had been placed on your shoulder. The S was off putting for most it stood for shame most hybrids tossed any who bared the brand aside showing no mercy. Before you could blink Vinn had you in his arms placing a gentle kiss on to the brand.
"All of us have scars to. The shaming brand is a awful ritual and most people who bare the brand didn't actually deserve it." He whispered softly glaring at Raine.
"Vinn settle Raine was just trying to look out for us." Callum stated. Darius took in your relaxed expression and decided not to kick Vinn of the bed.
"I'm sorry little one can Cal and I come closer?" Raine asked holding back a whimper, he didn't want to admit he was jealous of Vinn getting his hands on you first. Blushing softly you gave a soft nod. Cal groaned in relief him and Raine moving together. While Vinn had you settled in his lap your back flush to his chest Cal and Raine sat infront of you one on each side.
Cal reached out and grabbed your ankle drawing soft shapes along your calf slowly trailing up your thigh always just barely avoiding your dripping cunt. Darius smirked moving to his chair to take in the scene playing out before him. He knew none of his brothers would do anything tell he said so, even if there cute rabbit started to beg. And where you ready to start begging. Vinn, Raine, and Callum where all touching you with soft gentle touches. Vinn having access to your neck and shoulders was trailing little nips and soft kisses repeating the action by ending with a nip to your ear. Raine was running his hand up and down your front never squeezing or pulling on your breast just soft subtle touches.
"Please." You whispered out with need.
"Your asking the wrong alphas Baby girl." Vinn growled in your ear lifting your chin to make you look at Darius. You almost came then and there Darius had stripped of the last of his clothes and was watching silently. He screamed dominance.
"Darius please... can they touch me?" You asked feeling tears pricking at your eyes the need to be filled was only getting stronger. Darius tilted his head and chuckled darkly.
"I don't know sweetheart. The boys seem to be enjoying themselves just fine right now. Why rush things?" You whinned at his clear denial. And let out a broken sound as Raine gave your nipple a soft tug.
"Please please please Alpha." You sobbed out. You needed to come so bad and the teasing was becoming to much. Darius groaned taking in the fat tears falling down your cheeks your eyes holding his begging for him. He couldn't help but give his cock a hard tug which ofcourse grabbed your attention. You licked your lips softly.
"Go ahead." Was the only words that left his mouth but it put the other alphas into movement. Vinn pulled you back further onto his lap his back pressed against the head board his hard cock was pressed against your tail. Callum didn't hesitate at the site of you being spread wide for them. You let out a startled cry as his mouth closed in on your clit sucking roughly one of his thick finger slipping into your dripping heat. Raine on the other hand wanted your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock. Moving himself up. He grabbed Vinns hands guiding them to start playing with your breast Vinn groaned into your hair humping against your tail as he gave one of your nipples a rough pull. You gasped and as your mouth opened Raine placed the head of his cock on your tongue.
"Fuck princess keep your jaw lose and breath threw your nose okay." Raine snarled leaning against the wall right above the head board. He was in the perfect position he could look down and see your pretty eyes as he started to fuck your mouth.
"Callum your being to gentle she not even paying attention to the fact your face is buried in her little cunt." Darius stated from his seat where he was stroking his own cock. Callum snarled at Darius words and pulled his fingers out of your cunt replacing them with his thick tongue. Using his fingers that where wet with your own need he slowly pushed one into your puckered rim. You startled jumping slightly.
"Shhhh Doll it's okay if your gonna take one of us in your perfect ass Callum has to stretch you. But he'll make it real good for you." Vinn whispered with reassurance his chin rested on your shoulder as he just fiddled with your breast. As Callum began to push his finger into your ass Vinn reached down to rub circles on your clit to distract you from the burning sensation. Raine was close to losing control he knew his brothers need to stretch you properly but they couldn't see the look on your face. Your mouth full of cock whimpering and whining as they stretch your holes to make sure you could take them both. Your pretty eyes shinning with unshed tears and full of need. Between Vinns fingers on your clit and callums tongue fucking your cunt you came hard nearly chocking on his cock eyes rolling back. He roared pulling out of your mouth covering your face and chest in his cum.
"Fuck Raine!" Darius snarled standing quickly grabbing one of the discarded shirts from the floor. Vinn and Callum stopped and pulled back Callum getting up to his knees. While Vinn pulled your head back to keep the cum from dripping down your face anymore then it already had. "Close your eyes slowly sweetheart. I have to make sure it doesn't get in your eyes." Darius sighed wiping up your face.
"Wow Raine never seen you just go off like that dude." Vinn chuckled out as a soft giggle escaped your lips. Raine groaned running his fingers threw his hair. It was clear it was embarrassed but all four alphas froze watching as you licked your lips savoring the taste of Raines cum.
"Now that was hot." You laughed out making the alphas relax.
"I'm sorry princess I should have warned you to close your eyes. But fuck you where just so pretty eyes all fucked out and full of tears." He snarled leaning in for a heated kiss. Enjoying the fact your mouth tasted of him. Darius stood back up pulling Raine back with a growl he kissed you next.
"Raine stand back for now." Darius ordered once he broke the kiss. Turning he returned to his seat and motioned for Vinn and Callum to continue. Raine winked at you in reassurance as he stood with his hands behind his back.
"Luckily baby doll Raines little stunt distracted you enough you didn't even notice callum had gotten three fingers into your pretty asshole. And now where gonna rock your world." Vinn said happily as Callum pulled you forward. Vinn dragged his cock along your dripping cunt to get him wet. He slid back spreading your ass cheeks. "God your little fucking bunny tail is so cute it's wiggling. Are you excited to get some cock in your pretty holes. Baby doll." Vinn growled out as he slowly pushed his way into you tight asshole. You let out a soft sob it burned you'd never been taken there before and even with them prepping you the sensation was overwhelming. Callum places soft kisses to your face.
"Your doing so good little one take Vinns thick cock in your little hole like it was made for him." Callum whispered in-between the kisses. You whinned at the feeling of Vinn final being fully inside.
"Fuck baby doll your little ass is squeezing me so tight don't think I could move right now even if I wanted to." Vinn groaned nipping at your ear.
"Callum go ahead give her needy cunt your cock." Darius ordered stocking his cock faster Enjoying the pathetic look on your face. "I know sweetheart already so full and now your about to get another thick cock. All these hard cock's just for our little bunny."
You where nolonger able to think as Callum slowly pushed his fat cock into your cunt. Unable to resist himself with his patience running thin he slammed himself all the way in his mushroom head kissing your cervix with the force. Your eyes rolled back and a silent cry left your lips. Having both holes filled you where a whimpering mess you couldn't tell if you wanted to beg them to move or to hold still. Both Alphas where praising you saying what a good girl you where being and how well you took there cocks.
"I'm gonna move now." Vinn growled. As he slowly pulled back out and slammed himself back in. As Vinn set his brutal pace Callum joined in. Your.kind was only blanking out more as one was pulling out the other was slamming as deep into you as they could. You started to sob feeling the pressure in your gut start to build you where going to come hard.
"Please. I'm going to come. I'm so close." You sobbed but just as soon as the words left your mouth you regretted it.
"Stop!" The command filled the room Vinn and Callum freezing callum was buried all the way in while Vinn would slide out the rest of the way with one wrong move.
"Noo. No please Darius I wanna come!" You cried out looking at him he smirked standing slowly.
"Callum lean back some." Callum followed the order no hesitation. You whinned as Darius roughly pulled on your nipples making you clench around Callums cock. He continued his teasing alternating between breast before reaching down and giving your clit a sharp tug as well. You cried out coming as the pain added to the pleasure.
"Continue." You gasped in panic as Vinn and Callum resumed there brutal pace working you threw your orgasm. It was to much you had just came and the overstimulating was driving you closer to another intense orgasm. Darius grabbed a handful of your hair pulling your head back to make him look at him with a whimper you tugged. He released your hair allowing you to move freely. Without a sane thought left in your head as Vinn and Callum made you cum so hard you where seeing stars you sank your little teeth into Darius's chest.
"Fuck." Vinn howled as he came hard Callum was snarling as he found his own release. There knots felling you and holding yoy in place.
"Sweetheart your really stuck with us now." Darius snarled pulling you away from his chest where your teeth had drawn blood. You had marked him. For a wolf a mark was permeant it made you mates for life. As you opened your mouth to apologize. Darius pulled your head aside sinking his own teeth into your collar.
"Fuck yes she's ours." Vinn shouted in delight making you whine since he was stilled buried deep inside you. Raine stepped forward moving some of your hair from your face.
"Bath time?" He asked with a chuckle. All of you where sweaty and covered in come.
"Yes then we will continue where we left off tell our mate is pregnant with out pups."
(Part 3?) (I didn't think it be so hard to write multiple partners but jeez. I'm now working on an orc x reader. I'm still learning tumblr so I'm sorry if you asked to be tagged and weren't.)
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Agunimon BT17-011 Alternative Art by p!k@ru from EX-08: Legend Pack
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puppy hybrid jakey being absolutely ruined
警告: puppy jake! overstimulation, cowgirl, multiple rounds, some nipple play (kinda) subby Jake 𝒱.. love some puppy jakey. Keep the requests coming guys! Like and reblog if u enjoy<3 never proof read.
Sim jaeyun x fem reader
Jake’s hands can only do so much when he’s in heat he needs a helping hand :( So he ends up asking you for help. His tail wagging between his legs and ears perched up siting for your response.
And now— with your legs on either side of him as you move on his aching overstimulated cock, he’s starting to feel the after effects of his first orgasm. His moans are loud, completely unfiltered “fuckfuckfuck-“ sweat dribbling down his tear streaked face.
Watching his cock disappear inside your pussy he feels like such a mess. Poor jakey cant get enough of you :(( “NGH- yeah fuck I’m gon- cum again” he whines out eyes rolling to the back of his head when you clench around him. Rolling your fingers around his hard nipples making him buck up into you pathetic oh. He’s deep Inside but he still feels like he can go deeper !!
Not to mention how overstimulated you are. Jake is just relentless orgasm after orgasm cock still hard and leaking and you know it’s gonna be a long night !!
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Just a poll for my curiosity and so I can know my readers a little better!
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Hybrid theory X
Disclaimer: While this Chapter is hot it deals with some very heavy stuff like loss of friends, PTSD and infidelity. While these are not used titulate they are used to ground and humanize Characters enjoy.
The air outside was crisp and tense—the kind of air that always came before Slut Week, charged with quiet anticipation. Inside an old refitted forge-turned-loft, the warm scent of iron, leather, and cinnamon incense wrapped around the space like a lived-in blanket.
Asa knocked once on the heavy steel door before punching in a familiar code. She pushed it open and glanced back at Doflamingo, who stood beside her in a fitted black jacket, hands in his pockets, eyes flicking around warily.
“Don’t stare at the horns,” Asa whispered playfully as they entered. “Or the wings. He’s sensitive.”
“I’m not rude, Asa,” Doflamingo muttered, brushing his fingers through his hair. “Just cautious.”
They stepped into a surprisingly cozy living space—walls lined with books, handmade weapons mounted beside abstract art, and a massive firepit in the center of the sunken living room.
Sparks flared to life from the far side of the room.
“Yo!” Asa called. “You better not be shirtless and sweaty. I brought someone!”
Dracul emerged from behind a hanging curtain, a large leather apron around his waist and soot smeared across his jawline. His eyes—vivid green, slitted—focused first on Asa, then on the man beside her.
“Didn’t know you were bringing your boyfriend, Asa,” Dracul said, voice deep and warm like smoke in the chest. He pulled off the apron and tossed it onto a hook, revealing his tall, muscular frame and the small, folded wings between his shoulder blades.
Doflamingo studied him with careful eyes. The horns. The tail. The wings. The heat in the air.
“Dracul, this is Doflamingo,” Asa said, stepping between them like a chaperone. “Doffy, meet Drac. He’s like a big brother to me.”
Doflamingo extended a hand. “I’ve heard about you. Horned lizard hybrid, right? Used to be?”
“Keyword: used to be,” Dracul replied, clasping Doflamingo’s hand in a firm shake. “Government cooked me into something… else.”
The grip wasn’t aggressive—but it was testing. Doflamingo held steady, neither trying to dominate nor yield.
“Still working out the kinks?” Doflamingo asked.
Dracul grinned. “Aren’t we all?”
Asa beamed, watching the two boys circle each other metaphorically. She flopped onto the couch and kicked her legs up. “Okay, now that my favorite fire-breathing menace and my pretty warbird are acquainted, maybe we can relax. Drac, do you have tea or do we need to barter again?”
Dracul walked to the small kitchen nook and poured hot water into a cast iron kettle. “I always keep something strong on hand for you, Asa.”
Doflamingo took a seat across from her, his eyes still subtly scanning the room—old war photos, weapons carved from obsidian, a giant stuffed animal suspiciously tucked under a throw blanket.
“Guess she brings out our softer sides, huh?” Dracul said from the counter, catching Doflamingo’s glance.
Doflamingo chuckled low in his throat. “More than she realizes.”
Asa, sipping from her oversized mug, smirked. “I’m basically a miracle worker. You’re welcome.”
They all laughed, and for a moment, the weight of war and weapons faded into the low hum of old friends meeting new ones—before pheromones, instincts, and heat cycles could make things messy.
The sky wept with a slow, steady drizzle as Dracul stood among the rows of obsidian markers, his broad frame cloaked in a dark, weather-resistant coat that clung to the curve of his wings and the jut of his horns. The scent of wet soil and ozone clung to everything—earthy, metallic, and too familiar.
The funeral had ended an hour ago, but Dracul remained behind long after the others had left. A fresh marker glistened in front of him: “Rena E. Jin — Loyal. Brave. Free at last.” An old friend. A hybrid who, like him, had fought in the war but hadn’t escaped it. Not really. Complications from nerve deterioration caused by unstable serum injections. The same injections the human military had once offered like salvation.
A bitter wind stirred his coat. He didn’t flinch.
He had carried her casket. Held her mother’s trembling hand. Said all the right words with his usual grace and solemnity. But now, alone with the earth and silence, something frayed deep inside him.
He crouched slowly, a hand outstretched, claws gently touching the marker’s edge. “I should’ve visited more,” he murmured, voice like gravel under velvet, Despite the fact that he visited her constantly he still felt like he didn’t visit enough.
He sat down fully, tail curled around him, wings twitching unconsciously beneath the soaked fabric of his coat. From this vantage point, he could see other graves—some fresh, some worn, all decorated with small tokens: flowers, hybrid clan beads, and datachips left by friends and family.
Family.
Dracul let his head fall back, staring into the gray sky. He realized, with quiet devastation, that the people who fought beside him were moving on. Rena had found a partner in her last years. Two others from their old unit had started families. One had opened a restaurant. Another wrote poetry and lived in a hybrid commune upstate.
He remained still.
No one waited for him at home. His forge was cold when he wasn’t working. His messages went unanswered because he’d stopped reaching out.
Asa had invited him to stay close. Doflamingo didn’t treat him like a relic. But even so, they were in love, entangled, whole in a way that made Dracul ache. He was proud of them—but he didn’t belong in their story.
Not like that.
He clenched his jaw, his throat burning.
“I don’t want to be the last one,” he whispered, the rain masking the crack in his voice. “I don’t want to disappear before anyone remembers I was here.”
For a moment, all he could hear was the soft hiss of rain against polished stone.
Then his wrist buzzed—a message.
Asa: Concrete Jungle’s Slut Week kick off is tomorrow night. No excuses, Drac. Come. I’ll even save you a drink and a clean shirt.
Dracul stared at the message, lips quirking faintly despite the hollow weight in his chest.
He tapped out a reply with slow fingers.
Dracul: Only if the drink’s strong enough to make me forget I’m ancient.
Asa: Strong enough to make you think you’re 22 again.
Dracul chuckled softly. Then let the rain fall on him a little longer before standing.
He gave Rena’s grave one last look.
“I’ll try,” he said.
And for the first time in years, he meant it.
The air in the city shifted—subtle at first, like the soft scent of blooming jasmine after a storm. But everyone felt it. Slut Week had arrived.
More than just a period of heightened pheromonal chaos, Slut Week was a long-standing regional tradition that marked the true beginning of spring. In hybrid communities—where biology and emotion were tightly interwoven—it was both feared and celebrated.
The roots of the holiday stretched back 50 or so years when hybrids first started living in together in big communities, when the first hybrid colonies, tied to natural rhythms, noticed a profound synchrony among their bodies as the seasons changed. What began as a biological fluke slowly transformed into a cultural phenomenon. Today, it was seen as a week of rebirth—a celebration of connection, vulnerability, and the unexplainable pull between people destined to find each other.
Despite the provocative name, Slut Week wasn’t just about sex. It was about fate.
In parks, strangers locked eyes and felt like they had known each other in past lives. Coffee shops buzzed with nervous tension as patrons lingered just a little longer than usual. On balconies, couples kissed with the kind of urgency reserved for soulmates meeting for the first time.
For established partners, it was a time of renewal—a chance to fall in love all over again. For the historically single, it was a haze of magnetic longing and emotional confusion, often ending in unexpected but eerily perfect matches. The city’s streets became a living tapestry of spontaneous affection and bold declarations.
Even local businesses adapted. Cafés lit candles during daylight. Florists couldn’t keep stock. Apartment buildings hung welcome garlands of rosemary and rose. And somewhere in the air, beneath the biological haze, was the quiet whisper of possibility: maybe this year, it’s your turn. For some hybrid species it was a time of romance and new love but for many it was a time of carnal passion and lust
“Come on, Drac. You’ve survived illegal experimentation, black ops nanotech, and literal human rights violations—one party isn’t gonna kill you,” Asa smirked, tugging her oversized friend through the glowing entrance of Concrete Jungle’s fourth anniversary bash.
“I’d rather face a riot tank,” Dracul muttered, tail flicking with restrained tension.
Dracul Bahamut—Drac to the few who could call him that—had once been a forge knight, a calm, stoic presence at the heart of the Hybrid Alliance. As a horned lizard hybrid, his body was built for endurance and defense, massive and impenetrable. But after his unit abandoned him during a desert campaign, he’d been taken by a black-site human experimentation unit—the same program that produced Doflamingo’s nanite enhancements. Only, Drac had been rewritten at the genetic level.
Now? He wasn’t just a lizard hybrid. He was dragon-class.
Fire ran under his skin. His horns had thickened into gilded, spiraled arcs. Spines along his tail glowed faintly when agitated, and the small wings between his shoulder blades—don’t mention the wings, they were sensitive—unfurled involuntarily when he felt threatened. Or excited. Or overwhelmed.
Which… was how he felt now.
As the trio stepped into the club, waves of pheromones smacked into him like a truck. Heat, rut, desperate hybrid chemistry swirled through the room like invisible fog. Bodies tangled across couches, bar stools, walls. The air stank of desire. Drac groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I hate Slut Week,” he growled.
Doflamingo clapped him on the back. “Just don't breathe through your nose and don’t let anyone touch your wings.”
Easier said than done.
Drac scanned the crowd, looking for an anchor point. His eyes flicked over a lion hybrid strutting toward him—but she turned at the last second and pounced on the polar bear hybrid just in front of him. Typical. However something in him roared against that. He began moving towards the lion hybrid
He turned his head, slow and searching.
Across the room moments earlier, at the bar, Jihyo froze mid-sip. Her glass trembled slightly as her pupils dilated, breath catching in her throat.
“Sana,” she whispered, blinking fast. “What the hell is that smell?”
“Please don’t say ‘Slut Week’ again,” Sana called, still dancing. “I’m trying to manifest!”
But Jihyo wasn’t listening anymore. Her gaze was locked on the entrance.
He was massive. Bronze-horned. Dark brown skin shimmered faintly under the lights. His green eyes—slit and strangely serene—were locked onto hers with pinpoint precision.
And somehow… his scent was calling to her. Lemon cake
She stood before she knew why.
Drac tracked her approach instinctively, tail twitching, wings flittering slightly in response. Her scent—wild rose, dusk, and challenge—bloomed as she neared.
Before she could speak, another hybrid intercepted her. Well tried to. Dracula was quicker. he intercepted her. She realized now he hadn’t moved to block her… but to greet her.
Drac tilted his head, eyes focused. “What’s your name?” he asked, voice a low rasp, rich and strange with a lilt of old Southern gentility. Like someone who’d learned to be soft in a hard place.
“Jihyo,” she said, finding her voice. “But you can call me Yo.”
His smile unfurled like slow thunder. “Dracul Bahamut. Charmed, Miss Yo.” He took her hand—gently, reverently—and pressed a warm kiss to her knuckles.
That shouldn’t have made her knees wobble.
“I like your Accent,” she noted.
Dracul smile “thank you darling. Taught, not inherited,” he said. “You dance?”
“Only if you’re interesting,” Jihyo teased.
“Oh,” Drac said with a rumbling chuckle. “I breathe fire, darling.”
He offered his arm. She took it, and they moved toward the dance floor—together, already a strange silhouette of predator and predator, yet neither prey.
Jihyo could feel it in his eyes, his stillness, the careful way he let her lead while clearly guiding her. He wanted to devour her. And yet… he was holding back. He respected her space.
Good. Because Jihyo wasn’t prey.
She was something rarer.
A challenge worth earning.
The bar faded behind them as the pulse of the music grew stronger. Lights strobed in gentle gold and crimson, washing over the sea of hybrids like liquid heat. Jihyo and Dracul slipped into the tide, bodies finding rhythm in the bass-heavy flow.
Jihyo moved first—confident, grounded, hips swaying with practiced ease. She didn’t perform. She commanded. A queen on her own dance floor.
Dracul followed, slow and measured. For a man his size, he moved with a surprising elegance—like he’d been built for war but taught restraint by something older, softer. His hand found the small of her back, a featherlight touch that sent sparks up her spine.
“Careful,” she said over her shoulder, her voice low. “I bite.”
Drac chuckled, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “So do I. But only if asked nicely.”
Their steps began to sync, the beat guiding them closer. His hands, large and warm, found her waist—then her hip, thumb grazing the dip just below her ribs. Her skin tingled under his touch, and something uncoiled in her belly. Not just lust—recognition.
His fingers weren’t greedy. They were reverent.
Like he was trying to read her with his hands.
The longer they moved, the more he let his touch travel—tracing the curve of her lower back, then across the swell of her hip. Jihyo didn’t stop him. Her breath hitched, but she matched his rhythm, pressing back just enough to let him know: I feel this too.
Then she felt it—his scent intensifying. That warm lemon-spice aroma burned brighter, heavier, until it clung to her skin like steam. His desire was no longer silent. It pressed against her, thick and consuming but still… contained.
“Your scent’s changing,” she whispered, tilting her head toward him.
“So is yours,” he replied, voice husky with restraint.
Their bodies moved together more naturally now—familiar, like they’d done this for years instead of minutes. Her curves molded against the heat of his chest, and she felt every ridge of his strength without him ever forcing it.
He wasn’t posturing. He wasn’t trying to conquer.
He was showing her who he really was—through movement, through closeness, through care.
Jihyo closed her eyes for a beat. Something about this felt bigger than Slut Week. Bigger than the heat thrumming in her blood. Dracul didn’t just want to mate.
He wanted her. Knew her body. Listened with his touch.
And she… she understood him now, too.
Not the fire or the mutations or the storybook monster the world saw.
But the gentle giant who’d been broken and reforged—and who still remembered how to be soft.
When the song faded, Jihyo stayed in his arms a moment longer than necessary, her cheek brushing the hollow of his throat.
Drac’s voice rumbled softly. “You okay?”
“I am now,” she murmured. “You?”
He smiled against her hair. “I’m good, Yo.”
They stayed close. Neither needing to say more—yet.
The bar melted into a blur of lights and sound as Jihyo led Dracul deeper into the heart of the dance floor. Music pulsed through her bones, deep and steady, like a second heartbeat. She swayed with ease, fluid and grounded in her power, and she could feel him moving behind her—massive, controlled, tethered to her rhythm.
He wasn’t all over her like most men during Slut Week. He followed her lead, hands steady at her hips, breath even. But his warmth was overwhelming—radiating off him in waves, laced with lemon and fire and something deeper. Something ancient.
She leaned back, letting her shoulder brush his chest. He didn’t flinch. Instead, he matched her step for step, his fingers ghosting along her waist again, a low rumble building in his chest.
Jihyo smiled at the sound. “You’re good at this,” she said, voice soft but playful.
Dracul leaned closer, his mouth near her ear. “I’m just following the queen’s lead.”
She turned slightly and brought one hand up to rest against his shoulder. Solid. Searing. Her fingers moved instinctively, tracing the lines of his clavicle, then drifting down the curve of his chest, not too bold—but not shy, either. The way his breath hitched told her she was being felt just as deeply.
Then, curious, she let her fingers slide further—across his back.
That’s when she felt them.
Tiny wings. Tucked against his shoulder blades, barely visible beneath the shirt he’d half shrugged off during the dance. Soft and warm, the membranes sensitive and twitching slightly under her touch.
The moment her fingertips brushed the base of one, Dracul shuddered—and then moaned.
It was low. Guttural. Barely audible over the music.
But it was real.
Jihyo froze in surprise. “Wait—was that…?”
Dracul’s breath caught, his voice strained but amused. “Sensitive spot. Don’t judge.”
She blinked, then broke into a slow grin. “Oh, I’m definitely judging. Just not in the way you think.”
She brushed them again—lighter this time—and felt him shift beneath her hands, the heat of his body intensifying. A tingle rolled down her spine as their pheromones thickened, curling around each other in the space between them.
He turned his head, eyes glowing faintly, and murmured, “Yo… I don’t know what’s happening, but…”
“I know,” she whispered. “I feel it too.”
The music swelled. Her hands stayed on his back, fingers spread along the base of his wings. His own hands, now emboldened, slid lower along her waist, resting with reverence at the tops of her thighs. Unable to control herself she began grinding her pussy against his thigh then crotch, it was slow sensual and hot.
Dracul lost control after that. Other dancers watched with perverse glee as Dracul and Jihyo put on a show. Jihyo grinded her crotch on Dracul’s as they simulated mounting each other. Hands roamed as they mutually devoured each other. Dracul groaned as Jihyo nipped his ear.
“God you're so sexy!” he rasped. Jihyo gave a teasing smile as she said.
“Thanks I try,” as they learned each other hands found the best parts to touch and the grinds became more intense more fervent. Jihyo felt herself well with desire until she could almost burst from it.
“Keep going,” she squeaked, Dracul indulged her as he groped her gorgeous senstive nipples
“I need you,” he moaned in her ear. Jihyo groaned as she came. Her squirt and sweat pooled beneath them. Dracul followed her close behind. The smell of rose and lemon cake filled the near vicinity as more hybrids entered breeding frenzy and fucked on the dance floor, but Jihyo and Dracul continued their dance despite the flood of hormones and need wrapping around them and permeating between them.
They moved as one. No longer two hybrids in a crowded club—but a pair. Joined. Anchored in the electric hum of recognition neither could name yet.
When the song slowed and their bodies finally stilled, neither stepped away.
Jihyo rested her forehead against his chest, and Dracul bent slightly to rest his chin against her hair.
“I should probably ask for your number now,” he said, voice still rough from her touch.
“You should,” she teased. “But only if you promise to let me touch your wings again.”
He laughed, chest shaking under her hand. “Deal.”
The beat of the music faded behind them as Jihyo led Dracul toward a dim corner booth tucked away from the main floor. It wasn’t exactly private—this was still the Concrete Jungle Club during Slut Week—but it was quiet enough to hear their own thoughts, even if those thoughts were tangled in pheromones and want.
They slid into the booth across from each other, still flushed, still riding the high of the dance. Jihyo crossed her legs, trying to ignore how her thighs were slick with sweat, how her skin still tingled where his hands had rested. Her heart was still thumping like a war drum, her body warm and soft in ways she hadn’t felt in months.
Dracul, massive even while sitting, leaned forward on his forearms, elbows planted on the table. He ran a hand through his sweat-damp curls, trying to collect himself. His wings—now folded tight and hidden—still twitched every now and then beneath his shirt. His pupils were dilated, the slits wide and dark.
Neither of them spoke at first. They just breathed.
Jihyo glanced over at him with a soft, almost shy smile. “You okay?”
He chuckled low in his chest. “I should be asking you that. I don’t… usually let people touch my wings.”
“You moaned,” she said, smirking.
He groaned and dropped his head into his hand. “Gods, don’t remind me.”
“No, it was cute.” Her voice gentled. “Vulnerable.”
He peeked up at her, something unreadable in his expression. “That’s a word I don’t get often.”
“I figured.”
They both smiled, something warm blooming between them—less chemical now, more emotional. The scent of lemon and heat still clung to the air around them, but it felt less urgent now. Just… present. Tangled with the smell of her vanilla and spice.
A pheromone bond had started forming. They were both feeling it. Neither mentioned it yet.
“I’m not usually like this,” Jihyo admitted quietly, brushing hair behind her ear. “I’m not cold or anything, but… I don’t get drawn to people so fast.”
Dracul nodded. “Same. And I’m usually a little more awkward after these things, not…” He paused, looking her over. “Not this calm.”
“Must be the lemon cake scent,” she teased.
“Or the vanilla goddess who danced me into submission.”
She laughed, hand coming up to cover her mouth. “Okay, okay, points for smooth.”
Their eyes held again. Soft. Charged. Curious.
“Can I see you again?” he asked, voice husky but low.
She nodded, a blush rising. “Yeah. I’d like that.”
They sat there a little longer, letting the heat between them settle into something sweeter, something that could grow.
And for the first time in a long time—for both of them—the idea of something new didn’t feel like a risk.
It felt like the start of something worth burning for.
The sun filtered softly through the curtains of Jihyo’s apartment, casting sleepy golden light over the living room where she and Sana lay tangled in blankets and last night’s glitter. Their bodies were exhausted, still humming with the aftershocks of Slut Week, and their voices were hoarse from laughter, shrieking, and karaoke after the party at Concrete Jungle.
Sana nursed a hangover smoothie, wearing one of Jihyo’s oversized tees and a pair of mismatched socks, her cheeks still flushed from the night before. She was scrolling through photos from the party, stopping every so often to zoom in on blurry hybrid couples locked in dances, kisses, or more.
“You were really in your element last night,” Jihyo mumbled from the couch, her voice rough but content. “Didn’t you dance with like… three people at once?”
Sana grinned without looking up. “Five. But who’s counting?”
Jihyo chuckled, sipping water through a straw as she sprawled on her stomach, cheek pressed to the armrest.
There was a moment of comfortable silence before Sana’s finger paused on a photo. She tilted the screen toward Jihyo.
In it, Jihyo and Dracul were mid-dance—his huge hands on her waist, her fingers curled at his collar, both of their faces lost in a haze of heat, affection, and something more primal. The faint glow of his wing-spines peeked through his back, and the way Jihyo looked up at him…
Sana raised a brow. “So… who’s the really cute goat hybrid you were practically melting for? The one with the horns and the wings and the ridiculous pheromones?”
Jihyo blinked, then slowly turned her head toward Sana.
“…He’s mine,” she said, voice low, quiet, but fiercely certain.
Sana’s brows shot up. “Oh?”
Jihyo nodded slowly. “Mine.”
There was no shame in her tone, no defensiveness—just a quiet, burning certainty that left no room for negotiation. Her fingers curled softly around her phone, remembering the heat of his hands, the rasp of his voice, the way her body had lit up like kindling when their scents merged.
Sana let out a small, impressed laugh, raising her smoothie in salute.
“Well damn, Yo. You’re not even pretending this time.”
Jihyo finally smiled. “Nope.”
They dissolved into lazy giggles, basking in sunlight and post-Slut Week bliss, while something deep inside Jihyo whispered: this wasn’t just lust. This was a beginning.
The next morning in Doflamingo and Asa’s shared apartment, the smell of strong coffee, leftover Slut Week incense, and a half-burnt protein pancake mix filled the air. Dracul sat at their kitchen island, shirtless, wearing a hoodie that looked suspiciously borrowed and a fresh bite mark on his collarbone. His tiny wings twitched subtly, still half-glowing from residual overstimulation.
Asa stood at the stove flipping eggs, tail swaying lazily behind her, while Doflamingo leaned against the counter nursing an electrolyte drink, eyeing his friend with a smug grin.
“You good, big guy?” Doflamingo asked, trying very hard not to laugh. “You’ve been staring at that glass of water like it owes you child support.”
Dracul sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “I danced. I… just danced.”
“That’s not what your wings said last night,” Asa chimed, smirking without turning around. “They were popping out like party streamers. You were vibrating like a tuned engine.”
Dracul groaned, slumping against the counter, his horns barely missing the hanging plant. “She touched them, Asa. She didn’t even mean to—and I moaned. Loudly.”
Asa cackled and finally turned around, flipping her spatula like a sword. “Oh, you poor thing. Did little dragon boy get seduced by a girl with thighs and purpose?”
“She smelled like lemon cake and command,” Dracul muttered, ears burning.
Doflamingo raised a brow. “Lemon cake…?”
“Jihyo,” Asa said immediately, setting down a plate of eggs in front of Dracul. “She’s tough. Quiet when she’s thinking, but when she wants something, it’s done. She danced with you all night, huh?”
Dracul nodded slowly, the ghost of a grin curling his lips. “Yeah… and she didn’t try to own me. Just… saw me. Even the weird stuff.”
“Wings?” Doflamingo asked.
“And the fire breath.”
The three fell into silence for a second, and then Doflamingo nudged his friend’s shoulder.
“You like her.”
Dracul grumbled under his breath, then admitted, “…Yeah.”
Asa leaned in with a teasing smile. “Well, don’t keep her waiting, Dragon Boy. Girls like Jihyo? They don’t come around twice.”
“She already said I was hers,” Dracul said softly, almost to himself.
Both Asa and Doflamingo froze.
Then Asa turned to her mate and whispered, “Oh, he’s done for.”
Doflamingo grinned. “Fully cooked.”
Dracul just smiled to himself and took a bite of eggs, already wondering how soon was too soon to text her.
Over the next few days Dracul and Jihyo played a dangerous game of chicken as they texted each other
— MONDAY Jihyo:
So, dragon boy. You always this smooth or is it a side effect of breathing fire?
Dracul:
Only when I’m trying not to scare off someone interesting. You’ve got a dangerous scent, by the way. Roses and sin.
Jihyo:
Complimenting my scent? Already? Are you trying to be claimed? I mean come on? You’re talking real dangerous, I heard your scent made two hybrids nearly faint in the club.
Dracul:
Not my fault they weren’t built for high-heat creatures. You didn’t faint, though. You leaned in.
WEDNESDAY Jihyo:
What else heats up when you get flustered?
Dracul:
Besides my core temp? My wings twitch. My tail coils. I pace. Want a vid next time?
Jihyo:
Don’t tempt me. Actually… go ahead. Tempt me.
Dracul:
Be careful what you ask for, Yo. Fire can feel good. Until it consumes.
FRIDAY Jihyo:
Slut Week starts tomorrow. I’m already buzzing. I caught someone sniffing my scarf today. Might’ve growled at them.
Dracul:
Territorial already? I like that. I’ve been trying not to fry my mattress from rut tension. You’re not helping.
Jihyo:
Then maybe I should help directly.
Dracul:
Say the word. I’ll be there. I’ll crawl through your window if I have to.
Jihyo:
Door’s fine. But bring that winged fire and don’t hold back. I’m done teasing. I want the real thing.
Dracul:
Then I’m yours.
Dracul could barely contain himself. His wings fully unfurled to their proper size, as he flew to Jihyo’s place, lust and affection creating a dangerous emotional cocktail within him.
Meanwhile Jihyo stands by her apartment window, phone still glowing with the final message.
Her heart hammers. Her body already flush with heat, scent strong in the air.
She breathes out, voice barely above a whisper. “Come get me, Drac.”
Outside, wings beat softly in the night sky.
Here’s the continuation scene where Dracul arrives at Jihyo’s place—charged with pheromonal heat and tension, but steeped in emotional connection and vulnerability:
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Scene: Jihyo’s Apartment – Late Night, Start of Slut Week
The city outside pulsed with energy—feral and buzzing. Hybrids roamed the streets in heat, ruts peaking, senses drowned in scent and instinct.
But Jihyo wasn’t out there. She was waiting. In her apartment, the lights were low, music soft, a hint of citrus incense burning lazily in the corner. She’d changed into something loose and comfortable—a crop top and shorts—but nothing hid the warmth radiating from her skin or the tension coiled beneath it.
She jumped at the knock.
Not because it startled her—but because she could smell him through the door.
Lemon cake and scorched cedar. A slow burn on her tongue. It hit her like a kiss to the back of her neck.
She opened the door.
Dracul stood there, filling the threshold like a living monument. His hoodie hung loose, but his eyes were molten and focused. The tips of his wings peeked from his back, trembling with held-in instinct. His throat moved in a slow swallow when he saw her, but he didn’t speak. He just stepped inside.
The door shut behind him.
Neither moved for a moment.
Then Jihyo broke the silence with a whisper, “You smell like you missed me.”
Dracul exhaled slowly, stepping closer, claws flexing slightly at his sides. “You smell like you want to be claimed.”
Jihyo’s breath caught. “I might.”
He stepped even closer, and she met him halfway, hands brushing against his chest, then sliding over his shoulders. He was burning up—his body like a furnace, every breath a low rumble. She felt his tail lightly coil behind her thighs, not trapping, just resting, warm and steady.
“I didn’t come here to mark you,” Dracul murmured, voice gravel-soft. “I came because I couldn’t not. You’ve been crawling through my instincts like wildfire.”
Jihyo leaned in, her lips grazing his cheek before whispering near his ear, “So do it. But touch me like I’m yours, not just because your body wants it.”
He growled—low, deep—and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her effortlessly. She let out a soft laugh, but it turned breathless as he pressed his forehead to hers.
“This isn’t just mating fever, is it?” she asked softly.
His response came from the chest, more felt than heard. “No. I think it’s you.”
She smiled, touched his wings gently, and felt the sharp twitch in his body. They flared slightly—reflexive, vulnerable.
He moaned without meaning to, caught off guard.
Jihyo blinked, then smiled wider. “Sensitive?”
“Very,” he rasped, cheeks flushed. “Don’t play unless you mean it.”
Jihyo nuzzled into his throat, inhaled deeply, and replied, “I never play.”
They stood like that for a while, swaying, their heartbeats syncing under the slow, pulsing rhythm of the world outside—two bodies on the edge of losing themselves, but holding on just long enough to feel the meaning behind the burn.
But slut week very rarely stops. Dracul unrepentant outstretched his claws before seductively tearing Jihyo’s clothes. She leaned in close to his touch begging for it as he peeled her layer by layer. When she was fully unwrapped he growled saying “Bedroom now,” Jihyo nodded compelled by her instincts and his words. She entered the bedroom and spread her legs. Her pussy glistened begging to be taken
“Where do you want me Yo-yo,” Dracul said as Jihyo slowly pushed her fingers inside before bringing them out to show him how wet he made her. Dracul salivated at her body the athletic build but softness enticed him as he repeated.
“Where do you want me Yo-yo,” but Jihyo didn’t hear him as she began fingering herself to him. Dracul rolled his eyes as Jihyo moaned to herself waiting for him.
Dracul lined himself with her entrance before sliding in. Jihyo moaned as he stuck her. They spent the next several hours fucking until Jihyo felt like she would burst.
After the last orgasm Jihyo laughed and said, “well that’s one way to spend “Slut week,” Dracul laughed as he snuggled next to her.
The sheets were tangled at their hips, the air still thick with the remnants of shared heat. Outside, the hum of the city during Slut Week murmured like a distant storm, but in Jihyo’s bedroom, everything had slowed.
Dracul lay on his side, his wings folded tight against his back, tail lazily coiled at the foot of the bed. One arm draped around Jihyo’s waist, claws grazing her bare skin in thoughtless patterns. His eyes—glowing faintly—were fixed on her like she was something sacred.
Jihyo lay on her back, her long hair spread like ink across the pillow, one leg hooked over his thigh. Her skin still glistened lightly with sweat, her cheeks flushed—not just from exertion but from something softer.
“Hey,” she said quietly, voice teasing but serious beneath it.
Dracul blinked slowly, gaze sharp but content. “Yeah?”
Her fingers traced idle circles along the curve of his bicep. “How much do you love me?”
Dracul chuckled under his breath, tail twitching. “Dangerous question, little lion.”
“I’m serious,” she murmured, looking up at him now. “I want to know.”
He watched her for a moment, and something in his chest tightened. He leaned in, brushing his lips against her forehead before pulling back just enough to look her in the eye.
“I love you enough,” he said, voice like smoke and honey, “to burn the world down if it ever tried to take you from me.”
Jihyo bit her bottom lip. Her pulse stuttered at the sheer intensity in his voice—unshakable and raw. “That’s hot,” she whispered. “But I mean… are you mine? Like really mine?”
Dracul’s expression didn’t change, but his hand slid slowly along her waist, palm settling over the curve of her hip. He pressed his forehead against hers and growled low, “Body, soul, instincts, breath—I’m yours.”
His wings twitched slightly, betraying the stir in his core again.
Jihyo smirked, eyes half-lidded. “And what would you do if someone tried to take me?”
“Ruin them,” he whispered. “Ruin everything that let them think they could.”
His voice was calm, but beneath it was heat—a volcano under the surface.
Jihyo slid her hand along his chest, fingers catching on the slight ridges of old scar tissue, then resting right over his heart. “Good,” she whispered. “Because I don’t want anyone else’s hands on me.”
He kissed her then—slow but with pressure, claiming without bruising. When they parted, she saw the shimmer of his fangs and the restraint it took for him not to lose himself again.
“I’ll never be gentle with my love for you,” he said softly. “But I’ll always be careful with you.”
She kissed him again, a little deeper this time, then murmured against his lips, “Then stay with me tonight. All night. No dreams. Just you and me.”
Dracul exhaled, settling her fully against him, wrapping her in warmth and muscle and trembling wings.
“Always.”
The couple drifted off to sleep comfortably as they cuddled
The lights were dimmed to a soft amber glow, filtered through sheer curtains that rustled faintly with the spring night breeze. A low hum from the street below served as a distant lullaby, mingling with the quiet creak of the old bedframe as Jihyo shifted beneath the covers.
Dracul lay beside her, half-curled to fit in the space, his broad chest rising and falling slowly. One wing was stretched out, the other folded close, twitching occasionally. His body, so often imposing and impossible to ignore, now seemed almost fragile in sleep—shadows pooling in the hollows of his shoulders and collarbones, the curve of his horns catching the faint light.
Jihyo’s fingers lightly traced the warm scales along his forearm. She hadn’t meant for things to progress this fast—not physically, but emotionally. And yet… they had. Dracul didn’t ask for much. He didn’t lean in the way other men did. But when he did, it was with a weight and honesty that made her want to stay.
And right now, he was sleeping beside her, utterly vulnerable. Trusting her with something that felt larger than either of them.
Suddenly, his body tensed.
A low, ragged growl slipped from his throat, barely audible. His claws curled. His tail lashed once under the sheets. His brows twisted in pain.
“No… no—don’t leave me—” he muttered, voice strangled and cracking. “Please… I’m still here—”
Jihyo sat up, her heart squeezing. She leaned over him, brushing hair from his damp brow. “Drac… Dracul, baby, wake up.”
He jolted—eyes glowing faintly in the dark, breath ragged and shallow. For a terrifying moment, he didn’t seem to see her. His gaze darted past her, lost in the past.
“They—locked me in… couldn’t breathe… the heat, the needles, the screaming—Asa? Where—where is everyone?”
“Drac,” she whispered again, gently cupping his cheek. “It’s me. Jihyo. You’re safe. You’re in my bed. No labs, no war, no one’s gone. I’m here.”
His breath caught in his throat. The panic ebbed, slowly—like a tide receding. His eyes met hers with dawning clarity. And shame.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered hoarsely, voice barely there. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Don’t you dare apologize,” she said, her tone firm but tender. “You’ve been through hell, Dracul. You’re allowed to dream loud. I’m not going anywhere.”
She pulled him into her arms, tucking his head beneath her chin. He didn’t speak—just held onto her, breath warming the space between her collarbones. His wings folded tightly to his back, as if afraid of taking up too much space.
They lay like that in the quiet, heartbeats syncing.
“I don’t know how to be held,” he murmured after a long silence.
“Then it’s good I’m patient,” Jihyo replied softly, running her fingers down his spine. “I’ll teach you.”
His only response was a deep, exhausted exhale—and the smallest nudge of his nose against her chest.
The next morning Jihyo and Dracul woke up at the same time and walked into Jihyo’s kitchen
The sun peeked in through gauzy curtains, casting a warm glow over the bedroom. The air smelled faintly of skin, citrus shampoo, and something deeper—Dracul’s lingering scent, like a nearby bakery. Jihyo sat cross-legged on her bed, one of Dracul’s shirts draped loosely over her frame, sleeves falling over her hands.
Dracul sat beside her, his wings tucked in close, tail lazily coiled around his thigh as he munched on a piece of toast. He was surprisingly quiet in the mornings—less fire-breathing war god, more overgrown lizard soaking up sunlight.
“Hey, Yo?” he asked, licking jam from his thumb. “Can I ask something kinda personal?”
Jihyo blinked at him, amused. “I let you drool on my chest last night during a night terror. I think we passed personal.”
Dracul chuckled, low and sheepish. “Fair enough. I just… you’re stunning. Smart. Strong. You know how to handle yourself. I’m surprised someone hasn’t scooped you up already.”
Jihyo raised an eyebrow, half-smiling. “I was scooped. Briefly.”
Dracul’s chewing slowed. “Oh?”
She sighed and leaned back on her hands, letting the shirt slide off one shoulder. “Last guy I dated cheated on me then left me. She was a Cow hybrid. Big tits. Big eyes. Very… passive.”
Dracul blinked. “Oh. Damn.”
“Yeah. Said I was too ‘intense.’” She made air quotes, then rolled her eyes. “Like wanting emotional intimacy and orgasms is a crime.”
Dracul made a low, offended noise. “He cheated on you because you wanted more than starfish sex and silent dinners?”
“Basically.”
He shook his head, clearly miffed. “That’s not intensity. That’s standards.”
She smirked at that. “Try telling that to someone whose idea of a date is ‘come over and watch me play video games while I ignore your emotional needs.’”
Dracul paused, then leaned in with a teasing grin. “For the record, I like intense. I’m practically engineered for high heat. I need a little fire.”
Jihyo chuckled, then looked at him—really looked. The way he was watching her, the softness in his eyes even as he half-joked, made something ache a little in her chest.
“You’re a dork,” she said fondly, nudging him with her knee.
“And you’re a goddess,” he replied easily, smiling like he meant it.
She didn’t say anything for a moment. Then: “Thanks for not flinching when I told you.”
“Thanks for trusting me with it,” he said. “And for not flinching when I told you about… you know.”
She reached out and brushed her fingers over the spot between his wings. He flinched, but didn’t pull away.
They sat like that, quiet and warm, with the morning wrapping around them like a shared blanket as they walked to the kitchen.
As slut week progressed Jihyo and Dracul couldn’t keep their hands off each other they did it all over her apartment. All over his forge/loft/home hybrid. In their cars. On the room of Dracul’s home and as they grew closer both physically and emotionally. Jihyo realized that Dracul almost kindness incarnate, and not in that soft playful puppy way but in the way that knew how to be evil but chose not to it was hot and exactly what she needed in a partner.
About midway through Slut week (it usually ended up being more than a week usually 2.5) Dracul and Jihyo were invited to visit Asa and Doflamingo.
As per usual per usual Dracul was balls deep in Jihyo’s pussy.
“God Yo-yo how are you always so wet?” He groaned as Jihyo’s pussy swallowed him whole.
“Ah fuck because you make me feel this way. Your scent drives me wild. It makes me want to be yours and only yours,” she growled. Her lioness claws popped as she tore into Dracul’s back.
“Fuck you’re then only one who can take all of me,” she growled as clawed his back. Due to his mutation he bleed and healed almost instantly. Allowing Jihyo to fully embrace her primal urges.
“Fuck Fill me again!” Jihyo screamed as Dracul came inside her. As they came down from their high they cuddled.
Until Dracul looked at the clock “shit we’re gonna be late,” he said worried. Jihyo was still horny and wet though but relented as they got up and showered before heading out to Asa’s
The lobby of the Animus complex gleamed with soft golden light. High ceilings, calming earth tones, and faint floral scents helped create a haven for hybrid senses. Dracul shifted uncomfortably beside Jihyo, tugging at his button-up collar. Despite the cozy ambiance, he felt pressure thrumming behind his sternum.
“It’s just a visit,” Jihyo whispered, slipping her hand into his. “Asa’s probably got three desserts waiting.”
Dracul chuckled under his breath. “That does sound like her.”
The moment was interrupted by the low rumble of a voice from across the marble floor.
“Hey,” came the gruff tone of the head of security, Sirius. The lion hybrid approached with casual dominance, arms folded across a broad chest, eyes narrowing at the unfamiliar scent. “You smoking something, or is that natural?”
Dracul’s response was a slow turn of his head, a low, glowing ember of heat rising from the corners of his mouth.
“No,” Dracul said. “I don’t smoke.”
Sirius took a step back, the scent of singed ozone prickling the air.
But then—something clicked.
Dracul froze, his pupils sharpening into slits. Time stuttered. The floor beneath him blurred and morphed into sand. His skin remembered the sting of desert winds. He smelled the blood. Heard the gunfire. And standing at the center of it all—abandoning him—was the same lion hybrid in front of him now.
“You—” Dracul’s voice dropped, guttural and unrecognizable. “You left me.”
Sirius blinked. “What—what are you—”
The next moment came like a storm. Dracul surged forward, one clawed hand pinning Sirius by the throat against the wall. The marble cracked from the force. His wings burst from his back—larger than life, glowing faintly like lava veins through obsidian, spread wide with fury.
“You stabbed me. Left me. They took me. They cut me open!” Dracul’s voice was fire, trembling and fractured by grief and rage. “You made me a monster.”
“Dracul!” Jihyo screamed, trying to pry his arm away. “Baby, look at me! You’re not there anymore!”
His grip tightened.
Then—another voice, trembling and urgent.
“Sirius, please!”
A heavily pregnant woman—Yoo Jung—stepped between them, her arms outstretched protectively over her belly. Her scent hit Dracul like a brick wall of innocence and impending life. His eyes widened. The fire dimmed.
If he kept going… he’d be the reason a child lost their father.
Dracul’s hand slowly unclenched. Sirius gasped and fell to his knees, coughing. The scent of burned ozone was quickly overtaken by silent tension.
Sirius looked up with wide, disbelieving eyes. “Drac…? Dracul Bahamut…?”
Dracul didn’t wait to hear more. He turned, wings folding against his back in shame, and took Jihyo’s hand.
They entered the elevator in silence.
Only once the doors closed did Jihyo whisper, “What happened back there?”
Dracul exhaled, trembling, his voice quieter than it had ever been.
“He was part of my squad. We were ambushed… they bailed on me. I didn’t make it out.”
Jihyo’s heart broke as she saw the haunted look in his eyes.
“They made you into something else,” she whispered.
He nodded. “But please… don’t ask me to go back into that tonight.”
She didn’t press. She only reached for his hand again as the elevator climbed.
A few days later, The city was slowly sobering from the high of Slut Week, the pheromone haze thinning into lazy, humid air that clung to the skin. At a rooftop café overlooking a blooming garden terrace, four hybrids sat under a canvas umbrella with cold drinks and half-eaten plates between them.
Koby and Mina were in their own soft bubble—Koby quietly feeding Mina tiny spoonfuls of strawberry mousse, Mina giggling and nuzzling into his neck. Across the table, things were far less innocent.
Jihyo sat nestled into Dracul’s side, her thigh pressed tightly to his, the collar of her sundress just slightly off her shoulder. She looked relaxed on the surface, but under the table, her hand was slowly tracing the top of Dracul’s thigh. Her scent—already heady and rich with leftover Slut Week hormones—was getting stronger.
Dracul cleared his throat and adjusted the collar of his shirt, trying not to squirm. His tail twitched every time she leaned in to whisper in his ear.
“Still so hot,” Jihyo murmured, her lips grazing his jaw. “I think I forgot how to cool down.”
Dracul’s nostrils flared. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
“I’m desperate,” she whispered, voice drenched in heat. “You haven’t knotted me in hours, Drac. I need you.”
Koby almost choked on his iced tea when Dracul gave a low, involuntary growl. Mina giggled and whispered something in his ear, while Jihyo only smirked, running her fingers slowly along the waistband of Dracul’s jeans under the table.
“You’re evil,” Dracul muttered, hand moving to rest low on her hip, thumb brushing dangerous places.
But then—
The air shifted. A familiar, too-bright scent cut through the air like synthetic citrus. Jihyo went rigid as her eyes narrowed on the figure approaching the table.
“Are you kidding me…” she muttered under her breath.
It was him. Her ex. the golden retriever hybrid with that ridiculous unearned swagger and eternally unwrinkled button-up. He strolled up with two girls on either side of him—neither of them Jeewon, the cow hybrid he left Jihyo for. They looked even younger, giggling and clinging to his arms like accessories.
“Jihyo?” he asked, tilting his head with fake surprise. “Wow, hey. Long time.”
“Not long enough,” she bit out, standing up from the bench.
Jeonghyun gave her a once-over and smirked. “You look good. Glowy. Slut Week treating you well?”
Dracul stood beside her silently, looming, his hand protectively on the small of her back.
Jihyo’s jaw clenched. “You broke up with me for Jeewon and now you’re out with these two?” She motioned to the hybrids. “What happened to your precious cow girl?”
Jeonghyun shrugged with infuriating nonchalance. “She was sweet, but not exactly adventurous. And you—well, you and her were both kinda… withholding, you know? Some guys just need girls who know how to have fun.”
Jihyo lunged, but Dracul caught her waist and gently pulled her back. With his free hand, he calmly reached for the condensation-dripping pitcher of water on the table, filled a glass, and without missing a beat—
—poured it over Jeonghyun’s smug face.
The golden retriever hybrid sputtered, blinking through wet bangs.
Dracul smiled. “Maybe that’ll cool off some of that heat for you, pal.”
Koby choked on his drink again. Mina burst into laughter.
The girls on Jeonghyun’s arms giggled, clearly amused, and one even leaned away from him. Embarrassed and dripping, Jeonghyun growled and stormed off without another word.
Jihyo turned and pulled Dracul into a deep, lingering kiss that nearly reignited her scent.
“Mine,” she whispered against his lips, eyes gleaming.
Dracul grinned. “You make that very clear, darling.” Jihyo smiled and dragged Dracul to the nearest “family bathroom” she smiled as she lifted her sundress revealing a very wet and pantiless pussy.
Dracul rolled his eyes and said, “you are insaitable” Jihyo moans as he slides right into her while slapping her ass.
“Yeah and you love it,”
Dracul moans as he bottoms out “Yeah I do,” he says.
After lunch Jihyo raced home as she could barely contain her desire for Dracul. At every possible point she kept his hand in her pussy keeping her wet and ready. When they arrived at her place she lost all control.
The door barely clicked shut before Jihyo had Dracul pressed against it.
She grabbed the front of his shirt and kissed him hard—no teasing, no warmup, just hours of hunger and the last thread of her self-control finally snapping.
“Mine,” she said again, breath hot and trembling.
Dracul’s hands were already on her hips, lifting her off the ground with ease as he groaned into her mouth. “You’ve said that, baby,” he rasped. “But you can keep saying it.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist, dress bunching up around her thighs. “I can still smell him on me,” she whispered, voice low and dark. “I hate that. Make me forget him.”
“I already did,” Dracul growled, walking them toward her bedroom like he weighed nothing. “But I’ll remind you.”
He laid her back gently on the bed, hovering over her. His wings fluttered slightly, reacting to her scent—and her fingers ran up his chest, tugging his shirt up and off before tracing the edges of the tiny wings where they peeked out from his back.
He shuddered.
“Sensitive,” Jihyo whispered, eyes curious and loving and hungry. She leaned up and kissed along the base of one wing and—
Dracul moaned. Not a low growl, but a raw, human sound of need.
“Jihyo,” he warned, body trembling. “You’re gonna break me.”
“I want to,” she said, smiling up at him. “Just a little.”
She pulled him down again, this time slower—more deliberate. The kiss softened, but the fire behind it didn’t fade. Her fingers threaded into his hair as his mouth moved to her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder. Every touch was a pledge. Every breath was a tether.
And when he looked into her eyes, his voice came out hoarse and reverent.
“You’re all I want.”
She pulled him closer, skin to skin now, and whispered against his ear.
“Then show me.”
Dracul’s body hovered above hers, his breath ragged as his gaze drank her in—lips kiss-bruised, eyes half-lidded, her skin flushed and glowing. His claws, usually so careful and retracted, just barely brushed her thigh as he whispered, “You sure?”
Jihyo didn’t answer with words.
She arched up, her mouth finding his again, her fingers curling around the waistband of his pants, dragging them low enough to press him flush against her. The heat between them, ignited since the Concrete Jungle, had reached a new pitch—dangerously sharp, yet cocooned in trust.
“I’m not just sure,” she whispered against his jaw. “I need you.”
That did it.
Dracul groaned, his hips rolling into hers as his wings instinctively unfurled, brushing against the headboard. His body trembled as he kissed her deeper, slower now, savoring every inch of her he could reach. He trailed his tongue down the curve of her neck, to her chest, to the soft swell of her stomach—marking her not with bites, but with reverent heat. Every kiss seemed to say: you’re mine. I won’t hurt you. I want to worship you.
Jihyo whimpered as he dipped lower, and Dracul smirked.
“I can smell how badly you want this,” he growled, voice vibrating against her skin. “You’re soaking the sheets, Yo.”
“Then do something about it,” she hissed, hips bucking.
His pupils slit wide, feral and focused. He pulled her panties off in one smooth motion and lowered his mouth between her thighs, letting his long tongue flick and curl until she was gasping and grabbing fistfuls of his hair. She writhed, desperate and close, and just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore—
He stopped.
“Dracul!” she snapped, frustrated.
He kissed her inner thigh, eyes gleaming. “I want to hear you beg again.”
“Fine,” she panted. “Please. Please breed me, Drac. I don’t care what’s left of Slut Week. I want you to ruin me—fill me so full I’ll never think about another man again.”
That was all he needed.
He rose, kissed her hard, and guided himself into her slowly, reverently, letting her body stretch and accept him inch by inch. Her nails raked down his back, and he hissed at the burn of it, loving the way she gripped him, anchored him.
They moved together—slow at first, then faster, sweat mingling, bodies slick and desperate, locked in a rhythm older than language. Every thrust felt like a promise, every gasp like a prayer.
“Mine,” he growled.
“Yours,” she sobbed.
And when they finally came undone—Jihyo clinging to him, Dracul’s wings flaring and his breath hot against her ear—they collapsed in a tangled mess of limbs and love, trembling and panting.
He didn’t move right away. Just kissed her shoulder and held her close.
“You okay?” he murmured.
Jihyo smiled lazily. “Perfect. I might actually let you knock me up.”
Dracul chuckled, but his voice was soft, vulnerable. “You’re the only one I’d ever want to.” Jihyo groaned before pulling in Dracul for another kiss. She moaned as he hardened again inside her.
“Fuck it breed me now. Knock me up, wanna have your litter,” she says lost in the pleasure.
Dracul smiled, “how many?,”
Jihyo groaned as she came from that alone. Dracul smirked before palming on of her supple breasts. Jihyo moaned and screamed as Dracul ravaged her.
Unable to really pace himself he came in her after 8 pumps leaving Jihyo satiated for now.
They were still tangled in the sheets, the scent of sweat and sex lingering like incense. Dracul was propped up on one elbow, gently stroking a claw through Jihyo’s tousled hair while she lay on her stomach, chin resting on her crossed arms, smiling like a satisfied cat.
“So,” he asked, his voice still a low rumble from earlier exertion, “what do you do when you’re not driving dragon hybrids outta their minds?”
Jihyo smirked. “I’m a CEO.”
Dracul blinked. “Like… chief energy officer?”
She snorted. “Chief Executive Officer. I own a fashion brand. High-end stuff. Streetwear, hybrid-form adaptive clothing, even tech-infused materials. Started it right after my ex cheated.”
Dracul raised a brow. “Damn. So you’re like… a big boss.”
“The boss,” she said smugly, turning over onto her back. “I could retire you, you know. Give you a penthouse. A car. You could just stay home and warm the bed. Maybe model some fireproof boxer briefs.”
Dracul stared at her for a beat before he cracked up, his laugh deep and loud. He leaned down and kissed her nose.
“Baby,” he said with a grin, “I’m not poor—I’m just lonely.”
Jihyo burst out laughing, her whole body shaking. “You did not just say that!”
“I did,” he said proudly, tail flicking over the sheets. “And it’s true. I got money, I got skills, I got a tongue that should be illegal in ten states—”
“—Twelve,” she corrected with a wink.
“—but I didn’t have you. That was the part missin’.”
Her laughter softened into a smile as she looked up at him, heart thudding with something deeper than just post-Slut Week haze.
“Corny ass dragon,” she murmured.
“Your corny ass dragon,” he whispered back.
They didn’t need to say it aloud—but the bond between them was already growing roots.
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