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[smileysuh]

puppy love

🌙 staring. mingyu x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. Mingyu is stuck in the puppy love phase, he can’t get enough of you, and can’t seem to grow out of it either- luckily, as your Black Lab Hybrid, he never needs to.

cw/ tw.  hybrid classism mentioned, body worship, praise, “pretty girl”, oral, fingering, insatiable Gyu, switch!Gyu, gentle choking, hybrid ear sensitivity, two givers fighting over who gets to give, clothed sex, unprotected sex, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 6.3k

🍭 aus. hybrid au, established relationship, black lab!Mingyu

☀️ mlist + an. soft boy 💕

It’s springtime, and the street is abustle with people and floral scents that capture the black lab hybrid’s attention while he waits patiently at the cafe with his best friend. 

Seokmin is just as distracted by those passing by as Mingyu is, but every now and again his eyes drop to the tulips wrapped in simple newspaper that are set on the table in front of them. 

“Is there a special occasion?” he asks, curiosity finally getting the better of him. “For the flowers?”

“No,” Mingyu responds, drinking the last of his coffee and eying the small present he’d picked out for you. “She just likes flowers.” 

Just then, you turn the corner, coming into view, as your diligent puppy of a hybrid had known you would, and it’s as if time slows. 

You’ve always been beautiful, but there’s something about the way you hold yourself in the spring- “She was why poetry was invented,” Mingyu whispers, “to describe girls like her.”

Seokmin is equally as transfixed by you- and he simply nods in agreement, eyes lingering on your form before shifting to the man next to you - your cousin, Jeonghan. 

The black lab and golden retriever hybrids stand at attention for you and the man carrying your bags of shopping items-

“You would have hated it,” your cousin says to his hybrid while passing your bags over to Mingyu, “the perfume department even made me sick today.”

Your sharp smelling hybrids prefer to wait outside on days when you go shopping with your cousin, and neither Seokmin nor Mingyu mind waiting at the cafe, in fact, they have the option not to even come on these fashion outings- but they always do, because your hybrids stick to you like glue.

“I got these for you,” Mingyu says, pulling the tulips out from behind his back to present them to you.

Your cousin rolls his eyes, making a gagging noise while you wrap your arms around Mingyu’s neck and press your lips to his-

It’s been two years since your rich, hybrid activist family took in the black lab that’s taken over your life, and in those two years, Jeonghan has uttered the phrase a billion times- 

“Puppy love.”

He hates it, but god damn is it cute. 

Mingyu had hardly been able to keep his hands to himself during the elevator ride up to your apartment- and when the doors had opened, you’d darted out, leaving your puppy hybrid in your dust with your shopping bags in his hands-

Of course, he’d caught you just as you’d gotten to your front door, as you’d know he would.

He’s kissing you before you’re even fully inside your home, somehow managing to toss the bags down, close the door behind him, and wrap you up in his arms all in a matter of seconds.

“Mingyu-” you laugh, pulling your lips away from his so you can look at the ceiling- “my flowers-” you giggle even more when your lover responds by hiking you up higher on his hips, forcing your legs around him now while taking long steps towards the kitchen- 

“We’ll get you-” he groans while pressing open mouthed kisses up your neck, “a vase-”

Your diligent lab gets you close enough to the cupboard that you can open it and remove a glass jar for the tulips, all while continuing to tease your throat with his tongue and his teeth-

“Now water,” you command him- but instead, Mingyu takes you to the island countertop in the center of your kitchen, and a moment later, your black lab hybrid is setting you down on the cool marble.

“I’ll do the rest,” he tells you, putting one hand on your throat to stop you from getting up. “I got them for you, so I'll do the rest.” 

His touch is gentle as it moves down your chest, between your breasts- and then Mingyu pulls away from you, collecting the jar and the tulips. 

You take a deep breath, trying to relax against the cool countertop while you watch your boyfriend’s broad shoulders- he looks so good in white dress shirts. And his fluffy ears are almost lost in the dark, pretty curls on his head- 

Then there’s the way his shoulders slim down to his waist- and the dress pants that accentuate his bum- and then there’s his tail- 

God, Mingyu is so fucking hot- you can’t believe the bullshit about hybrid rights- 

He hardly even “looks” like a hybrid half the time- and you’ve seen him fool a few people on the street before, girls who come up to talk to him before noticing the fluffy ear tufts sticking out of his hair-

You hate the way people treat him like lesser, and you feel a pang of guilt in your stomach that prompts you to sit up. “What if I wanna put the flowers in the vase?”

Mingyu looks over his shoulder at you while the jar fills with water, a grin on his face. “Stop it,” he tuts, “let me do this for you.”

“Can I do something for you after though?” you question, leaning back on your palms, which are flat to the counter, your feet kicking absentmindedly at the air while you impatiently wait for Mingyu to come back to you.

“Something like what?” Mingyu asks, tone low and playful- but he doesn’t look back at you this time, his eyes stay focused on adjusting the Tulips into the jar he’s working on-

“Something like…” you slowly shift off of the countertop, all but leaping at Mingyu’s back to wrap your arms around his torso, pressing your cheek into his back, “Something like making you feel good.”

“You always make me feel good,” Mingyu tells you, turning in your arms.

“But I want to make you feel extra good,” you pout, adjusting your form so you can brush your fingers through his pretty curls, nails scratching at the base of a fuzzy ear-

Mingyu groans at the feeling, eyes closing in enjoyment while his hands find your hips to tug you closer to his front-

“You know what you could do for me?” he says, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips that has your heart racing.

“What?” you continue to massage his right ear, peppering Mingyu’s under jaw in kisses-

“You could show me the things you bought with your cousin,” your hybrid lover says softly. “I hate that stores are too overwhelming for me to go in with you most days- and I want to see you all dolled up.”

Jeonghan has a reputation for treating family members to expensive shopping sprees, and Mingyu knows that any day with your cousin results in extra nice additions to your closet. 

“Are you sure that’s all you want?” you tease, looking up at Mingyu with an endeared expression.

“It’s not everything,” Mingyu tells you, bringing his hand up to brush his thumb by your cheekbone, cupping at your face lovingly, “but it’s a start.”

“Okay then,” you give in, letting go of your boyfriend in favour of grabbing your bags from where he’d discarded them by the door, “one fashion show coming up.”

Your boyfriend picks up the vase, and you hear his soft footfalls as he follows you through the apartment to your bedroom. 

“Can I put these on your desk?” he asks, narrowing in on one of the nicest locations to display the pretty flowers.

“Of course, baby,” you respond with a wave of your hand, heading into your walk in closet with your goodie bags. “You can put them anywhere you want- and I’ll just take a minute to get changed.”

“I’ll be here waiting,” Mingyu says happily, setting the flowers down before sitting on the foot of your bed.

He’s such a good, patient puppy. 

You have three outfits to show Mingyu, and you decide to show the prettiest new item last, knowing that the slow build up of cuteness in each fit will drive your boyfriend wild.

When you step out of your closet, your boyfriend eagerly eats you up with his eyes, focusing on the denim that’s pulled tight across your bum-

“You look amazing,” Mingyu tells you, holding his hand out for you while continuing to look your body up and down. “Do a spin for me?” he asks once you’ve joined him by the bed, and you concede immediately.

“Do you like the jeans?” you ask, doing a little twirl for your lover.

Mingyu’s hands settle on your hips, stopping you mid-spin with your back to him, and he lets out a deep groan. “I love these jeans.” 

He releases you with a light smack to your bum that has you giggling and dancing away, “Second outfit?”

“Second outfit,” he confirms. “Please tell me you don’t have like- ten.”

“Just two more, I promise… be patient” you grin, shutting yourself into the closet while you get changed again. 

When you exit the closet this time, you’re in a look that’s more business and less casual; Mingyu sits up straighter, swallowing thickly. 

“Wow,” he breathes, taking in the dress pants and vest shirt Jeonghan had picked out for you. “You look…”

“Gorgeous?” you suggest, allowing Mingyu to pull you between his knees again. “Perfect? Ethereal?” you continue to tease while he spins you around, but unlike last time, when he stops you with two hands on your hips, you’re facing him.

The big hybrid stands, and in that one shift he goes from looking up at you, to towering over your form. 

“I was going to say,” Mingyu breathes, brushing his fingers over your collarbone to fix the simple gold heart necklace there, “you look good enough to eat.”

“Don’t I always?” you laugh, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before darting out of his grasp, “but you’ll have to wait, I have one more thing to show you.”

Your boyfriend groans in annoyance, sitting on the foot of the bed again, but he doesn’t say a word of protest- 

This man would go to the end of the earth for you if you asked him to… luckily, the most you ask is for him to wait a few minutes before blowing your back out.

“You know,” you say, tugging on your third outfit, “you’re the one who wanted me to do a fashion show.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t consider the fact that I'd want to tear all the new things off of you.”

“You never consider that part,” you smile to yourself, zipping up the back of your dress. “Are you ready for the final outfit?”

“Are you ready for me to tear it off of you?” comes his quick retort, which earns your hybrid a giggle from the girl he adores most in the world.

“Only if you promise to be gentle-” you tell him, stepping out of the walk in to present yourself to your boyfriend, “it cost more than I care to admit.”

“Holy shit-” Mingyu whispers, jaw dropping as his eyes take in the pretty dress- “I mean,” he swallows thickly, “you look…” he trails off, standing and holding his hands out for you, and he shakes his head, a loss for words. “You look…” he tries again once he has you in his arms, and he touches your hands delicately-

“I look like one of Jeonghan’s dolls,” you say, referring to the girls your cousin has dated. He’s always had an eye for cutesy thing, and the poofy, tulle, baby doll dress you’re in is definitely something up Jeonghan’s alley- 

But by the way Mingyu is reacting to you, literally speechless, you can see now that this style is up your boyfriend’s alley too. 

“Are you going to answer me?” you tease, skin heating with embarrassment at having Mingyu’s full attention- 

You’re used to having his full attention, but usually Mingyu’s big on talking, he’s big on praises and whispering sweet nothings that calm your anxious mind-

But right now, he’s quiet, and it’s not something you have any experience with. 

“Baby?” you ask, trying to catch his eye while he gently prompts you to spin for him. 

“Hmm?” he meets your gaze for a moment before it’s drifting back down to the dress.

“I said,” you let go of Mingyu’s hand in favour of pressing your palms flat to his shoulders, leaning up to get closer to the tall hybrid, “I look like one of Jeonghan’s dolls.”

“Prettier,” your boyfriend tells you, reaching down- in one quick motion he tosses you onto the bed, assessing your sprawled out form with hungry eyes, “so much prettier.” 

“Yeah?” you tease, grabbing at the silky fabric and lifting it to expose more of your bare thighs.

“Uh huh.” Mingyu drops to his knees at the foot of the bed, and the one of his large hands clasps around your ankle. “The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he says, dragging you towards him while you squeal with delight, “so so pretty-”

“Gyu-” his name leaves your lips as he begins kissing up your calf, pulling you closer and closer- 

“And look at your pretty panties-” your boyfriend groans when they’re exposed by your dress bunching at your hips. he turns and presses his face into your inner thigh, taking a deep breath- “you wore my favourites.”

He’s always had a thing for white thongs- the kind of panties you’d wear to be married in- and you don’t mind catering to his kinks-

He’d told you once that it was one thing to be able to smell how wet you are, but another to be able to see it seeping through fabric, making your panties translucent with your need for him-

“I told you, I wanted to make you feel good today,” you explain, words breathy as you try to calm your racing heart- having Mingyu this close to your pussy always has your body reacting, and a muscle in your thigh jumps, eager to close around his head-

“But I want to make you feel good,” Mingyu protests, large hands snaking up to grab your waist, dragging you the final few inches to his mouth- you an feel his hot breath through your thong and it sends a tingle through you - “You’ll let me make you feel good, right?”

“Only-” you stifle a groan when your lover presses his tongue against your panties, keeping the fabric in the way so you can feel him, but you can’t feel all of him- “only if you let me return the favour.”

“After,” Mingyu promises before tugging your thong to the side with two fingers, his lips wrapping around your clit-

“Gyu!” you gasp at the contact, reaching down to gain hold of his hair- and you brush by a fuzzy ear in the process, earning a growl that goes straight through your core- “please-”

Mingyu eats you out like no one ever has before. He licks at you like you’re the last lollipop in a world that worships candy, and he’s a hundred percent intent of getting every last bit of your sugar coating his tongue-

And the hands that anchor your hips to the bed make it impossible to wiggle away, they keep  you exactly where Mingyu wants you, and he diligently works you closer and closer to an orgasm.

His long tongue prods at your entrance before pushing in, and you let out a gasp of pleasure, running your thumb over Mingyu’s ear while getting a better grip on his head- 

Your motion only eggs Mingyu on, and he growls again, grinding his nose into your clit while he tongue fucks you, lapping at your walls-

“Oh my god-” you whimper, closing your eyes as your muscles tense, coiling at the oncoming high that is going to crash into you at any moment-

The man between your legs shifts suddenly, returning to your clit with a ferocity that matches the two fingers that easily slip into your wet heat- 

God, the sounds of slurping fill the room-

“Mingyu!” you scream his name as your orgasm takes over, legs quivering around his head, toes curling, back arching, nails scraping against his ear-

“Fuck-” he groans, sending vibrations through your oversensitive body, earning even more whimpers of ecstasy- your sounds are like music to Mingyu, and he continues to eat you out, giving you everything he has- until you’re shaking.

Mingyu likes it when he makes you quiver from how good things feel-

He likes it when pretty little tears of pleasure roll down your cheek, leaving salty tracks he can trace with his tongue later-

When your boyfriend looks up at you, finally pulling away from your heat with a wet pop, he’s met with one of his favourite views in the whole entire world.

Your chest is heaving, eyes closed, and Mingyu knows there’s not one single thought going through that pretty little head of yours. 

No, you’re big head empty- overwhelmed by the sensations running through your body- the endorphins- 

And Mingyu would be lying if he said he wasn’t just as affected by your orgasm- sure, maybe not in the same way; his cock is pressing painfully hard against the front of his pants, yet to find release- but there’s something about the way your smell perfumes the room after he’s made you cum-

Your hybrid’s nose twitches, and he takes a deep breath, standing before casting his eyes to the flowers by the window momentarily.

He can smell the tulips too, and the notes of floral match the perfume you’d applied to your skin earlier, before meeting Jeonghan. 

Maybe that’s why he likes springtime so much, Mingyu realizes, as he allows himself to be surrounded by scents that remind him of you.

Or maybe, it’s the cute outfits, he thinks, casting his eyes down to your body, which is still covered in the pretty little dress you’d bought-

He’d noticed the glossiness of the fabric before, but now that he’s towering over you, he can see how thin the material truly is-

Your nipples press up against the tight band that covers your chest, and Mingyu licks his lips with interest. 

The bed dips when Mingyu sets one knee onto it, and your eyes finally flutter apart, looking up at him with a haziness while your mouth opens to speak- 

“Mingyu?” you ask, allowing the hybrid to gently cover your body with his own, your hands grabbing at his shoulders to pull him closer-

“Yeah?” his lips find your neck, and he suckles on your sweet spot, earning a gasp  of pleasure and a tug at one of his ears. “Hey,” he groans, hips grinding down against your own.

“I said I wanna make you feel good,” you remind him, continuing to play with his ear, scratching at the base-

“Not-” he moans, body quivering before he pulls away from your neck and out of your reach, “not like that.”

You look up at your boyfriend, blinking, “but-”

“We haven’t even got your dress off yet,” Mingyu reminds you, playfully swatting at the hands that attempt to grab at his ears again, “if you keep touching me like that- it’s going to be embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?” you pause, cocking your head at the man who’s skin is beginning to flush a pretty pink colour- 

“I don’t want to cum yet,” Mingyu says with a sigh, shifting onto his knees, “not when there’s still so much I want to do to you first-”

“Like what?” you ask, sitting up in an attempt to get closer to him-

“I really wanna take this dress off of you for starters- but at the same time-” Mingyu rolls the two of you suddenly - now he’s the one below you - and his hands find the puffy tulle of your dress, “I want to enjoy the look of you a little longer.”

“The look of me?” you grin, adjusting the way you’re straddling your lovers waist. 

“Yeah,” Mingyu breathes, pulling at some of the fabric that had been pinned between your bodies. He smoothes the dress before removing his hands and simply assessing you with eyes full of adoration. “You look so pretty.”

“You keep saying that,” you tell him, running your hand up his chest before wrapping it around his neck, applying the slightest of pressures while leaning over your boyfriend, bringing your lips next to his ear, “but your dick’s still not in me.”

“You’re so-” Mingyu groans, grabbing at your waist with fingers that dig through the dress, his hips pushing up to meet your own- 

“I’m so…” you trail off, waiting for him to continue.

“Insatiable,” Mingyu growls, prompting you to sit up again, your hands flat on his chest to keep your boyfriend down while you look into his lust filled eyes.

“Me?” you laugh. “You could hardly keep your hands to yourself in the elevator.”

“I have an excuse,” Mingyu tells you, brushing your hands from his form so he can sit up, cupping your face while he assesses your expression, burning it into his memory.

“An excuse?” you prompt, finding the buttons at the front of Mingyu’s shirt while you quirk an eye brow in curiosity.

“Yeah,” your hybrid swallows thickly, his own fingers pushing the puffy sleeves of your dress off your shoulders- he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your racing pulse point, and he murmurs the next words against your skin, “Puppy love.”

“A fabulous excuse,” you laugh, but the sound quickly turns into a whine when Mingyu tugs the front of your dress down just enough to get your breasts out, his lips attaching to one nipple while he captures the other between his thumb and pointer- “Gyu!”

You do what you almost always do when Mingyu hits you with sudden pleasurable stimulation- you lace your fingers through his curls, paying special attention to his ears-

The groan that leaves your boyfriend as he tears his head away from your chest has your pussy fluttering with excitement, and Mingyu narrows his eyes at you. 

“Sorry, I just-”

“You like teasing me,” he states.

“You’re the one teasing me!” you insist, laughing and pushing at his shoulders.

“Am not,” Mingyu says with the same stubborn tone, capturing your wrists in one hand- which only succeeds in accentuating your breasts, which are now pushed together between your arms- 

Your hybrid puppy is easily distracted, and he releases your wrists just as quickly as he’d ensnared them, mouth immediately latching onto your sensitive nipple-

“See?” you groan, doing your best to grab onto his shoulders instead of his ears- “you’re teasing me.” 

“No, I’m enjoying you,” Mingyu insists, mouth hot on your skin.

With a sigh, you snake one of your hands between your bodies, grabbing at the cock pressing up against his pants-

“Hey!” Mingyu groans, gently biting at your nipple in warning.

“What? I’m enjoying you,” you tease, repeating his earlier words. “Are you sure you won’t let me make you feel good? I really want to.” 

It’s the final straw, and Mingyu breaks, taking a shuddery breath to ground himself before going into motion. The large lab hybrid flips the two of you easily, and he manhandles you into a head down, ass up position in record speed. 

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, lifting the dress to expose your ass and the pretty thong he hadn’t bothered to get rid of when he’d eaten you out. He tears your panties down your legs next, letting them get caught at your knees before his hands smooth over the expanse of your bum.

“I want you,” comes your needy response, and you wiggle your ass at him in an effort to entice your boyfriend-

You succeed. 

Even without hybrid senses, you’re able to hear Mingyu’s fly being unzipped, and you let out a pleasured hum of anticipation, relaxing your cheek against the duvet. “I want you so bad” you whisper, “so bad-”

“Now who has to be patient?” your boyfriend teases, echoing what you’d said to him earlier.

“Well, you told me you were going to rip this dress off, and I’m still wearing it,” you respond. 

“Because you look so pretty in it-” Mingyu says, and you can hear the smile on his voice. “My pretty little princess-”

You should have known the puff dress would have this effect on him- your boyfriend’s always had an affinity for when you get dressed up in girly outfits- but he’s never left your cute clothes on while fucking you- 

And he usually takes things much faster than this- often you’re the one reminding your insatiable boyfriend to slow down, so to have him showing control today- it feels a little… off. 

Something feels different, and you can’t put your finger on it. 

“Baby?” you ask, just as he presses the head of his cock against your wet entrance-

“Yeah?” 

“Are you okay?” 

“Better than okay,” he responds lowly, rubbing himself between your pussy lips before pressing in-

You both take shuddery breaths at the feeling, and two large hands find your waist, pulling you back to the hips that push toward you-

“Are you okay?” he asks once he’s fully sheathed in your core, his body stilling while your core adjusts to the large, familiar intrusion. 

“Yeah, I just-” you’re cut off by a moan that tumbles out of you when Mingyu shifts his hips, shallowly thrusting into you- “mmm, feels so good-”

Mingyu loves that you worry about him, loves that you’ve picked up on the non verbal cues- you’re always able to read him, whether it’s sensing that his pre-rut is about to start a day early, or pointing out a change in one of his plans-

He had been planning on stripping you naked, as he’d said he would, but when you’d come out in your pretty, light pink puff dress- he’d been so struck by your beauty and when the thought, ‘is this what you’d look like on your wedding day?’ ran through Mingyu’s brain, he’d become transfixed.

He’d wanted to enjoy the sight of you, to take his time- and he hadn’t been able to find the will in himself to take the dress off of your body- no matter how much he loves your naked form-

Looking down at you now, your pretty puff dress pushed up to your waist, his cock buried deep in your cunt- all Mingyu can think, as his hips snap harder and faster- is ‘wife, wife, wife-’

A word that’s always brought conflicted emotions for the hybrid, who knows how taboo official marriage between people like him and people like you can be-

You don’t care. He knows you don’t. In fact, last year, when legislation had gone into place that finally allowed hybrid/human weddings, your family had thrown a big party, and you were more overtly happy about it than half the hybrids at the event-

Because they’d known what you hadn’t clued into- 

They’d known what Mingyu knows now, as he fucks you into your mattress, fuelled by a love as big and boundless as any human’s- that regardless of a piece of paper that ‘allows’ Mingyu to get you a ring - if he wanted to - there’s still a long way to go in terms of hybrid rights and actual acceptance. 

Mingyu tries not to think about this sort of thing too often, but how can he not think about making you his wife while you’re dressed like this- moaning for his cock- begging for him to go faster- 

He wants to go faster- god he wants to-

He wants to hit every milestone- he wants to get you a ring, wants to get down on one knee, wants to lift you off the ground and kiss you till you’re breathless when you say yes- he wants to move out of this apartment with the money he makes working at your family’s hybrid rights focused law firm and get you a house, with a yard, where he can fuck you under the stars and plant pretty flowers to make you smile-

He wants it all, and he wants it with you.

The position he’s in, however, is a bit of a mind fuck for the hybrid. Because on one hand, with your face buried in the pillows, you can’t play with his sensitive ears, and Mingyu can almost forget about the tail that brushes by his foot every now and again, he can almost feel like a ‘normal’ guy- but on the other hand, he literally has you in doggy-

“Gyu-” you whine loudly, hands bunching up in the sheets- “I wanna see you-”

No amount of internalized hybrid shame will ever get in the way of Mingyu adhering to your needs - not when they’re so clearly verbalized - and your lover concedes, pulling out of your core and flipping you onto your back, tearing your panties off before burying himself in your wet heat once more.

You wrap your arms around Mingyu’s shoulders, pressing your lips to his in fevered, needy kisses, and your boyfriend eats up your moans. 

When you tilt your head to the side, gasping for air, Mingyu moves his mouth to your neck, teeth scraping your skin-

Mingyu also doesn’t usually mark you either.

Or at least, he hasn’t since the first three months when you started taking your friendship with the black Labrador hybrid to the next step-

You stifle a groan when Mingyu adjusts your leg on his hip, spreading you out in a way that has him pushing into you even deeper-

“Gyu-” you whimper his name, “I love you-”

Your boyfriend growls against your neck, and you feel the vibration bubble from his chest, which is pressed to your own, separated by two layers of fabric you’re kicking yourself for not discarding now-

“I love you more,” Mingyu insists, cupping your face in one large hand while slanting his mouth against yours with a newfound fervor. 

“Nuh uh,” you fight back, wrapping Mingyu tighter in your own embrace, “me more.”

“No,” the curly haired angel above you laughs, thrusting into you even harder to accentuate his next words, which come out as more of a growl, “me more.” 

“I’m gonna-”

“Me too-”

You let out a whine as your orgasm builds, and you can’t help yourself anymore, hands flying for Mingyu’s hair, weaving in his curls and latching onto one of his ears-

Your boyfriend groans loudly, a shiver running up his body as his thrusts get as wild as ever, your bed hitting the wall noisily with each powerful motion of his hips-

He kisses you when he cums, the sweetest of sounds escaping him while your own core clamps onto his cock, milking him of everything he’s got. 

You continue to toy with his left ear until Mingyu’s all but panting from the stimulation, hips coming to a stop. He pulls his mouth away from yours, looking down at you with pretty parted lips and eyes that still kind of say ‘fuck me.’

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask, cupping at your boyfriend’s face with concern. “You don’t usually mark my neck- did I do something wrong today?”

“No, of course not,” Mingyu nearly laughs at the notion, taking a deep breath and adjusting the way he’s laying on top of you- your legs refuse to let go of his hips, and he knows better than to fight you on this- post sex cuddles are a ritual, and he’s not about to run away now because he’s feeling a little insecure. “You didn’t do anything wrong-” he tells you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

Mingyu loves the way you give him talking space, staying quiet to give him full reign to collect his messy thoughts. 

“Seeing you in this dress just- I don’t know,” he leans, planting more open mouthed kisses on your throat that have you giggling and pushing at his chest, “it just made me think of things.”

“Things?” you prompt, playful fingers finding the buttons at the front of his shirt that you’d never actually managed to finish undoing. “Things like…”

“I don’t know,” Mingyu sighs, adjusting the pretty necklace that had fallen into the hollow of your collarbone. 

“Sure you don’t,” you tease, cupping at his face again. 

He won’t meet your eyes.

“Does this have anything to do with, oh, I don’t know,” you sigh, “legislation that’s gone into place in the past year or so?”

Now Mingyu looks at you, and the expression on his face tells you that you’ve made a bull’s eye. 

Your heart lurches, and his name falls from your lips; “Gyu-”

“I know you’re a big fan of the new laws but-” he cuts himself off, shaking his head and looking down again, focusing on your necklace.

“But…” 

“But one law doesn’t change anything,” Mingyu says finally. “Yeah, it’s legal now- legal for me to see you in a dress like this- to have you walk down the aisle- to do our vows- but people still look down on it- people still judge-” 

“Okay.”

“Okay?” he frowns at you.

“Yeah, so what if they judge?” you question. “A lot of them are hypocritical assholes anyways- you know as well as I do that hybrid human relationships are at an all time high- and I’m not just talking about the old way of things- I’m talking about real relationships- like ours- you can’t tell me you don’t love me-”

“It’s puppy love-” Mingyu brushes it off, as Jeonghan always does-

You laugh in shock before turning more serious, “You know it’s not though, right?”

He refuses to respond.

“Mingyu,” you say his name gently, rubbing the pad of your thumb across his cheek, “you know Jeonghan is just joking when he says puppy love- it’s a joke- because the way we feel about each other never changes- it’s stuck in the honeymoon phase.”

“The honeymoon phase,” the hybrid pressing your body into the mattress repeats.

“Yeah,” you nod. “Mingyu, I love you. My feelings aren’t ever going to change-”

“Mine aren’t either.”

“Then it’s not just puppy love, and I wish you’d be less hard on yourself.” You brush your fingers through his hair, allowing your boyfriend to rest against your neck before gently tracing the shell of his fluffy ear- which earns you a groan of pleasure and a gentle bite at your throat. 

“Besides,” you continue, “in some countries, they have common law too,” you remind him. “So when places like the States and Canada passed their hybrid marriage legislation, according to common law, many of the couples, who’d already been living together as such for many years, became immediately recognized as practically married-”

“But we’re not there, we’re here.”

“All I’m saying, is that- regardless of any stupid ways the government may try to control it- there is no law that dictates love. Last year, before the new article was passed, if you’d have asked me to marry you, I still would have said yes.”

“Really?”

“Uh huh,” you insist. “They could try to throw me in jail if they wanted- but hey! The law does exist now, and trust me Gyu- it’s not going anywhere.”

“You really think so?” he asks, as the fear that the government would harshly take back the legislation with no warning and punish those who’d used it has definitely crossed his mind on numerous occasions.

“Trust me,” you repeat, looking into his eyes. “The world is changing for the better, and if you don’t want to get married ever, because of any reason, that’s okay too-”

“I do,” Mingyu blurts out, fixated on the way your expression immediately lights up.

“You do?”

“Of course-” now it’s his turn to laugh at you, “you have to know how much I’d love to marry you-”

“Then do it!” you taunt him, smiling as big as he’s ever seen you smile. “And no changing your mind like you did when you told me you were going to take off my dress, because this thing is getting very uncomfortable-”

Mingyu immediately lifts himself off of you, reaching a hand under your back to undo the zipper-

“What are you doing?” you laugh at the new spark that’s flared in your boyfriend’s eye.

“Following through,” Mingyu tells you as he removes the dress from your body, leaving you fully naked.

“Again?” you ask in shock, pussy still recovering from the pounding you’d just taken- in fact, you can feel his cum starting to drip out of you-

“Yeah,” Mingyu tears off his own shirt next, and your fingers twitch with the need to touch him, pulling him into a kiss that’s broken by the hybrid’s inability to keep from smiling. He looks down at you with brown irises that make you melt, “it’s not every day your girlfriend agrees to marry you.”

“I’ve been throwing myself at you all year waiting for this-” you protest with a laugh. “Who would have known all it would take is a near-white dress-”

Perhaps the man who’d picked it out for you… the cousin who’d watched you and your boyfriend with the fond term ‘puppy love’ on his lips… the cousin who’s closest confidant is Mingyu’s best friend. 

“Jeonghan,” both you and Mingyu groan in unison, and your boyfriend looks to the dress that he’d removed from your body, sitting all pretty in a puff on the floor. 

“Your cousin scares me,” Mingyu tells you, and the sentiment makes you laugh, pulling the hybrid into your embrace.

“He’s a little bit of an evil genius,” you admit, “still want to marry into the family?”

Your boyfriend smiles against your lips. “You couldn’t chase me away if you tried.”

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is it bad that I want that dom! Doberman cheol and subby black cat! Reader really

nope. not bad at all.

tw: dog hybrid!seungcheol, cat hybrid fem!reader, dom!cheol, sub!reader, creampie kink, degradation, manhandling, size kink, slight objectification, enemies with benefits - minors dni.

You hate dogs. You swear you do! It's rather natural for someone like you, a cat hybrid, to hate dogs.

That's what you tell everyone in public at least.

Because if someone were to find out you like having your guts rearranged by a dog hybrid, you're as good as dead - let alone a doberman guy, like Seungcheol.

You're laying flat on the bed, head pushed in the pillow by his large hand, the other one wrapped around the base of your tail, right above your ass.

He's drilling his cock in your messed up cunt without mercy, meaty thighs slapping on yours repeatedly.

"I wish your walls weren't soundproof, so that everyone could find out you're a nasty little lying slut." He mocks you from above.

"M-Maybe you aren't fucking me h-hard enough." You stutter between his harsh thrusts.

"I don't think you're in the position to demand shit, kitty." He pulls your hair and forces your head to jerk backwards. "But you're in a great position to take my cock and a few more loads, right?"

"F-Fuck you." You hiss in annoyance and he pushes your head down again, only to pick up the speed of his thrusts.

"Fucktoys don't talk back." Seungcheol snarls at you, "But it's kinda cute how hard you're trying to despise me. Too bad your little pussy loves being my personal cum dumpster."

You hate how right he is - ever since this....arrangement of yours began, you find yourself wanting more of his cock, more of his cum, more, more, more.

It's exactly what Seungcheol wants too - a pussy tight and wet enough to rub his cock until he dumps his cum in it.

That pussy being yours just makes it a bit more special, since he gets to be the mean scary dog.

You're reduced to broken moans and whines, sounding almost like a stuffed kitty toy under pressure.

"Not so hissy anymore, huh?" He massages the base of your ears, "Took a few more creampies this time, but it was worth it."

He uses his hand to grip your right buttcheek, pushing it apart to look down on the mess his cock has made - a small pool of his cum between your legs soiling the sheets, more of it covering your pussy.

"If only you could see what a doberman cock can do to a black kitty like you, maybe your perception of me would change for the better."

Except it already has.

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Catch a Tiger By The... (Patreon Exclusive Teaser)

pairing; kwon soonyoung x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni)

warnings; tiger hybrid!soonyoung, bunny hybrid!reader, dom!soonyoung, sub!reader, degrading, degrading names, pet names, mild toxic themes, unprotected sex, rut/pre-rut, knotting, breeding kink, talk of cubs, talk of different hybrid species not being able to produce, thigh riding, soonyoung can lift the reader, biting/marking, scratching, scenting, crying (sexual and not), aftercare mentioned, food mentioned, cameo of other hybrids (not in fic but other svt members), i think that is all but as usual anything glaring let me know –

w/c; 4.5k (1.3k this teaser)

a/n; a bit of fantasy fun -- thank you @onlyhuis for being the best and proofreading this for me. 

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Soonyoung groans, pressing his face against the pillows, as he hears you moving around the house. He knew you were probably trying to be quiet but his ears were picking up every single step you were making. 

Lifting his hand, Soonyoung pushes it through his hair at his ears, flattening them against his scalp. He felt like he was getting a headache. Maybe he was getting sick. Even your soft, cute humming that usually makes him smile was getting on his nerves today. 

You were always an early riser. You liked to get started on your chores before Soonyoung got up and got ready for his day. Normally, you would hear his shower starting by now and soon you’d have his arms possessively around your waist as you tried to finish his breakfast. The mere thought makes your nose wrinkle and your floppy ears twitch in anticipation as you load the last of the laundry, humming to yourself. 

Smacking the bed with a louder groan bordering on a growl, Soonyoung shoots a look towards the clock before glaring at the closed door. He knew he was being unreasonable but the part of his brain that made him calm and stable had apparently slept on the other side of the bed. 

Making his way to the door with intention, Soonyoung pulls it open, feeling the hinge give at his strength as he makes a beeline for the kitchen, where your scent was drawing him closer. You weren’t paying attention but that was typical. You were a bunny hybrid after all, lost in your own little world until something dangerous caught your sensitive nose. The moment Soonyoung turns the corner, you freeze. His usual fresh orange scent was almost soured. 

“Darling…” 

You could hear the snarl in his tone, making you turn slower towards him than you would normally. Was he upset with you? The first thoughts that crossed your mind were going over everything that had happened in the past few hours. Have you done something wrong? You had laid out food for breakfast. Did he not want salmon for breakfast? 

Soonyoung just lets his eyes move over your frame. He was having a wave of mixed emotions. He was annoyed because he remembered why he had come to the laundry room in the first place but just seeing you in your tiny sleep shorts and his shirt hanging off your shoulder was making him salivate. No, he had to keep his wits about him. He had schedules to get to. 

“Could you fucking keep it down? I was sleeping, but you are just..."

Your brows furrow as Soonyoung curses at you and mocks your humming, moving his body around like you usually did as you worked around the house. He could be a bit harsh sometimes to others but usually not to you without reason. You didn’t think you had been loud; in fact, you had been humming under your breath. Tears start to line the rims of your eyes but you will them back as you pout and nod. 

“Sorry, Soonie…  I’ll stay quieter. You can go back to bed.” 

Sighing and seeing the tears in your eyes, Soonyoung gets hit with guilt that only makes him more angry. He was being completely irrational but that only makes him lash out more, waving his hand towards you as he scoffs. 

"I—why are you crying? Fuck, clearly, I’m not going back to bed. I have to shower. I have to work.” 

Soonyoung felt sweat running along the back of his neck towards his back. He needed to get into the shower; this felt like a fever. Watching you for a moment longer, Soonyoung groans when you stay quiet, your meek behavior making him feel worse as you all but curl into yourself at his words.

Shaking his head, Soonyoung grumbles under his breath, lifting his hand to run it along his neck as you watch him walk away. Your eyes watch sweat run along the tattooed tiger stripes stretching along the length of his back. Furrowing your brows, you feel the first of your tears fall over your cheeks as Soonyoung turns the corner out of your view, leaving you to take a breath of his sour orange scent. 

Wiping his hand across the mirror, Soonyoung takes a breath, able to feel how much clearer his head is. He could feel how much the shower had helped the feverish feeling deplenish. His headache was nothing more than a dull ache behind his eyes now. 

With his towel around his waist, Soonyoung thinks back to the moments before and how harsh he had been to you. He could smell how your scent had soured. He hated that your usual spicy cinnamon scent was taking on a sickly sweet smell in his nose. Not only that but even after he had yelled at you that it hadn’t stopped you from doing things for him, one more sniff of the air told Soonyoung that his breakfast was waiting on him. 

Opening the door to the bedroom, Soonyoung’s eyes move over you as you lay on the bed, legs pulled up towards your stomach. He could see the pout on your pretty lips, even from the bathroom door. What had made him annoyed before now was breaking his heart. 

“Breakfast smells good, Bun.” 

A small hum is all you offer Soonyoung to let him know you knew he was in the room and that you had heard his words. Pursing his lips, the tiger hybrid nods, taking his towel from his hips, grabbing his underwear, pulling them up, and occasionally glancing at you. Normally, you liked to watch him get dressed as much as you liked to watch him undress but today, after the words he had said, you just looked at your phone, lazily scrolling. 

“I—uh…I have a shoot with that one magazine. Artistaire, the one you like so much.” 

Soonyoung watches you nod, your brows raising as you sigh, turning only to pull your pillow down towards your head so you can nuzzle into it. The action causes Soonyoung to pause midway, putting his pants on as he looks at you fondly. You looked so small and pouty and it was his fault. He knew what he needed to do. 

“Bunny…” 

The whine in Soonyoung’s voice makes you close your eyes. You didn’t want him to have an effect on you after he had made you cry earlier. Your bottom lip quivers as you feel the bed sink behind you and then Soonyoung’s arm slides around your waist, his warm palm resting against your stomach as he pulls you back against him. 

“Please don’t be mad at me. I’m so sorry. I’m such an asshole. I dunno what got into me... You can hum all you want. You never bother me.” 

Lips press to the back of your neck and you feel your resolve slipping. Soonyoung groans softly, pressing his nose to the side of your neck and taking in your scent once he feels you relaxing in his arms. He could smell the spice returning to your scent. It was taking everything in him to not let it and the feeling of your soft, warm body against his went straight to his cock. 

“Do you forgive me? Please, baby… I love you so much. I’m an idiot.” 

Soonyoung’s orange scent overwhelmed your senses and your brain. You just nod and let out a soft whine of yes as you feel his fingers kneading against your lower stomach like a cat. You didn’t want him to leave, not when he was holding you like this and touching you like this but you knew he had to. 

“I love you too, Soonyoung. It’s okay… You're—ah, baby, you’re just stressed. Is—it’s okay.” 

Groaning, his sharp teeth scratching at your soft skin, Soonyoung slots his leg between your thighs from behind, feeling the warmth of your pussy on his thigh. You only feel him nod before he curses under his breath, his hand groping over your breast as he turns over on his back to separate himself from you, knowing he can’t stay. 

“I’ll make it up to you tonight. I swear.”

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[kpopnstarwars]

Stray: Lee Dokyeom x Cat Hybrid!Reader

A/N: so there are a lot of hybrid AUs out there where the members are the hybrids but it got me thinking about dk with cat hybrid reader (i heard dk was allergic but dw i got it covered)

tw: 18+ because of eventual smut, swearing, hybrids are not treated well by society, a bit of trauma from reader being treated badly, reader doesn't have a home or food at the beginning, reader is extremely emotionally repressed whoops, mentions of death + starving, not really slow burn it's just long and has weird pacing because i refuse to cut out some bits, dk is a huge ball of sunshine, it starts off waffly but gets sm better i promise, cheating and breakup (not dk and reader),

wc: 11.7k (oops)

you'd had your dealings with humans, and most weren't pleasant

as a hybrid, you didn't fully belong with cats or humans

the latter often thought you were inferior, and treated you as much

you find your fully cat form is much more agreeable to your human form with ears - it feels less obvious that way, even though normal cats can smell that you're a hybrid

still, the world isn't kind, and you don't have a home

you'd stood up for yourself at your last job - a secretary in a huge office block - pointing out that you got a much lower salary than the comparable human employees, and had been promptly fired

briefly, a human couple had taken you in, but once they realised you were a hybrid, they kicked you out

which leaves you where you are now, wishing that you were just one or the other and not both

the winter is especially harsh this year, and your soft coat, matted from too many days on the streets, doesn't do much to keep out the cold

the wind is cutting, and you find yourself slinking through the back gardens of some low rise flats, wondering if anyone will spot you and think you're just a stray cat

you can't believe you're stooping this low, but you'd rather this than death by frostbite

like hell you're just going to give up now

it's not like you'd stay permanently without the home owners knowing you're a hybrid, anyway - you know how that ended last time

the muffled sound of laughter floats towards you, and you scale a fence, following the noises until you make your way into a rather overgrown garden

warm light spills through the glass doors, and you curl up on the patio, at the edge of the beam cast by the full kitchen

by full, you mean full

there must be over ten guys in there, all crammed shoulder to shoulder around the dining table, laughing raucously

they're all human, from what you can tell

you can feel a bit of the warmth seeping out from the miniature crack under the door, but before you dare inch forward, further into the light, one of them turns around

he's got a sweet face, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he laughs at one of his friend's jokes

the hackles on your back rise as you feel his gaze on you

you've learnt that when humans smile it doesn't always mean they're good people

retreating quickly, you find yourself thankful for the crowded garden, slinking behind a bush to get out of sight

you immediately feel the lack of warmth, the laughter more muffled from here

for some reason, an empty feeling wells up inside you, like you lost something

like you strayed from the path of your destiny

but deep inside you, the survival instincts tug you away from the warm kitchen and the warm smiles

those instincts haven't failed you yet, so why would they fail you now?

however, despite your so called survival instincts, you find yourself in the same garden a week later

again

you'd visited a few times, but they didn't really count, because all you did was peer furtively over the fence, ears swivelling vigilantly

you'd caught sight of the guy who spotted you before, peering outside and frowning

you assume he's the one who owns the bottom floor flat

you hope he was wondering if he should get his garden in order, because if he was, you whole heartedly agree - you almost poked yourself on the brambles a few times

right now, the Guy is washing up, his sleeves rolled up and his hair a bit of a mess, elbow deep in the soapy sink water

his glasses keep falling down his nose

the kitchen lights are on - it's almost dark, and the night's chill is creeping further into your bones

it's been so long since you've been inside that you find indoor lights kind of... mesmerising

it might seem strange, but you almost crave the fake yellow light the light bulbs give off

the Guy suddenly stops washing up and you almost fall off the back fence that you're perched on, thinking he's seen you

then he bobs his head in time to a beat you can't hear while busting out some quite respectable dance moves, and you realise he's just listening to music

it must be some pretty good music - now he's singing, and you can hear it faintly

wow, he's good

he also looks pretty engrossed

that's your queue; you jump down from the back fence, your paws pattering against the frosty patio as you approach

there's something that always draws you back here

and it's not just because of the warm air radiating from his badly insulated flat

still, you're wary - he might seem friendly, and you might feel a certain pull towards him, but that doesn't mean anything

lots of things have felt right that weren't

you're not making any mistakes this time

you're tired of being mistreated because you're a hybrid, and tired of being seen as a pet and not a person

never mind if this ends with the Guy feeding you caviar some cats could only dream of, if he looks at you funny, you're not going to even set foot in his mess of a garden again

with that thought, you curl up beside the glass door, happy to bask in the lingering warmth from the kitchen and enjoy the artificial light

turning your head, you peer at the Guy over the lip of the door

his shoulders are turned in your general direction, but he's looking studiously at the dishes in the sink, shimmying his shoulders and tapping his foot along to the rhythm of the music, so you decide to stay a little longer

that's when the grey clouds coalescing above you decide to start snowing

you feel the fur on your sides fluff up in response, and you wrap your tail around your paws, edging an inch closer to the door

the air is bitingly cold, and you wonder if you'll make it through the night if the snow settles

you haven't eaten a real meal in ages, and you're suddenly aware that it means your poor little cat body has even less insulation

you're certain that if you don't find shelter soon, tonight will be your last

but do you really want to seek help from some random human?

it's ended badly before, but you know it could have ended worse

you won't let that happen again

abruptly, you stand up, tail lashing in irritation at yourself - like hell you're going to come crawling into some human's home, ears pinned back like you need their help

it's not your fault you were born a fucking hybrid

you're halfway down the patio when a warm gust of air blasts down your spine

you wonder if hallucinating heat is an early symptom of hypothermia but continue resolutely making your way towards the back fence

'hey,'

you whip around, a snarl half forming on your face in shock, but it's just the Guy

he leans in the doorway, a smile on his face and his eyes sparkling

'you can come in, if you want.'

the warmth coming from inside his flat is absolute bliss

you're a metre away from the open door, but you can feel your bones defrosting, and you know however hard you try, you can't leave now

not now that he's offered

not when his kind smile triggers not zero, but minus one alarm bells in your head

you approach but hesitate, knowing you're being too quick to give in - he doesn't know you're a hybrid, and you don't know if he's secretly evil and plans to skin you as soon as you step through the door

just to be safe, you stop just out of kicking distance, staring up at him quizzically

surely, he wouldn't voluntarily let a hybrid into his house - you're much more expensive to look after than pets, because you'd basically be another human in the house who can't earn enough to pay bills

you're considering backing out, even with that delicious heat emnating from his kitchen, when he moves to the side so you have a clear path in

your eyes widen a little

you feel like he's being too nice

he laughs a little at your indecision, squatting down so he looks smaller and less intimidating

'come on. i know it must be way too cold out there. i'll let you out whenever you want to leave, if that's what you want.'

that's the final straw

you step over the threshold and bolt

you're not even sure where you're going, but you swerve away from a room where there are clothes strewn over a chair and the desk filled with clutter - that's definitely his bedroom

the only other room that isn't the bathroom or the kitchen is a dusty room full of cardboard boxes and a bed with no sheets on it

a guest room, you assume

flattening yourself against the floor, you crawl under the bed

quickly, you tuck yourself behind one of the boxes which had been artfully stuffed underneath the bed

once you're settled, it occurs to you that that was frankly rude of you

the Guy let you into his flat, and the first thing you do is sprint past him and invade his guest room

but then again, he probably thinks you're just some feral cat who he saved from becoming a feline icicle, so your behaviour would make sense

you tense when you hear footsteps pass the door, but he doesn't come in, just walks into what you assume is the bathroom

a few minutes later, you hear the shower turn on, and you relax a little more

maybe he'll let you be for now

curling your tail over your nose to stop yourself from snorting in the ridiculous amounts of dust under the bed, you wedge yourself further behind the box and close your eyes

it's amazingly warm in the Guy's flat, you'll give him that

warm enough that despite the hunger that's been gnawing at your stomach for the past week, you find yourself falling into a sleep deeper than you've been able to reach for ages

you'll get to sorting out the details of your little invasion of his flat in the morning

for now, you're happy to sleep

when you wake up, he's gone

understandably, though - he must work pretty hard to afford a nice-ish flat like this, and it is also twelve noon

unfortunately, he doesn't appear to have any cat flaps, so that means you'll have to momentarily shift into your very naked human form to let yourself out the back door

you wonder if you should check in his fridge if he's got anything to eat, but then you decide against it - he's already given you a place to stay for the night, no need to eat his food as well

ignoring the call of the fridge and the shower, you pad over to the back door, pausing when you see something propped against the glass

it's a little whiteboard, and as you approach, you make out the writing

it's got 'hi, i'm dokyeom, dk for short :D' written across the top, with a little flow chart beneath

it starts with two options: 'are you a hybrid' with a box for ticking under 'yes' and 'no'

under the option for 'no', it says 'i'll buy cat food' and under 'yes', it says 'there are spare clothes in the guest room and towels in the bathroom (both clean, don't worry), help yourself to anything in the fridge'

you sit down on your haunches, shocked

so he did consider that you could be a hybrid?

and he's alright with it?

plus, he managed to leave clothes in the room you were sleeping in, and you didn't wake up?

maybe your instincts aren't as good as you thought

or maybe your body thought you were safe last night - safe enough to not wake you up when the Guy (dokyeom, you've learnt from the mini whiteboard) came in

you cock your head, staring at the whiteboard for a few moments longer before making your decision

honestly, it's not hard to choose

you make your way to the bathroom, already eagerly anticipating a shower

sure enough, he's left a towel on the rail, and you're quick to hop into the shower, shifting into your human form and turning up the heat high

it's strange to be out of your cat form, your body suddenly seeming too large and ungainly, your senses immediately dulled

but in a way, it's also freeing - you haven't been able to be like this in ages, as clothes unfortunately don't shift with you from cat to human form

you feel more real this way

that's the problem: you can't exist as just one or another, both animal and human are part of your soul, your essence - you can't just pretend that one half of you doesn't exist

eventually, you drag yourself out of the shower

you're aware that he might have limited hot water, and what kind of guest would you be if you used it up before he even got a chance to get home?

wrapping the towel around you, you slip into the guest room to put on the clothes he'd left there

it's a pair of black tracksuit bottoms, a large white t-shirt and a grey hoodie, all obviously his

even in your human form, you can smell the mixed scents on his clothes

there's the fresh smell of clean laundry, a hint of aftershave, and his own unique scent: you can't quite put your finger on it, but it feels... cosy

it's a smell that's all over his house, actually

barefoot, you enter the kitchen again, scooping the whiteboard off the floor so you can write on it

you tick the box under 'yes'

underneath that, you write a quick note:

'thanks for letting me stay. i'll be out of your hair in no time, i just needed somewhere for the night. you're very kind, dk. thank you so much :))'

signing your name and setting the whiteboard down on the counter on the way to the fridge, you rummage around, wondering what you can cook

you're pleasantly surprised - the contents of his fridge aren't awful, and although they could be organised a little better, it's thankfully not full of expired ready meals or anything like that

feeling better than you've felt in ages, you wander around his kitchen until you find his rice cooker, and then you get cooking

you're absolutely ravenous, but you make sure to make enough for him too - he's been unnecessarily kind to you, this is the best you can do for him

you're just finished washing up your dishes when your instincts prickle

it's a sensation that happens a lot when you're in your human form - it means that your cat form would be picking up something that your human senses are too dull to detect

rushing back to the bedroom, you slip out of the clothes he laid out for you, hastily folding them before shifting back to your cat form

logically, you have no reason to fear

he's been nothing but kind to you, but he's still a human

and humans aren't always as nice as they seem

you feel so much more secure in your cat form - smaller, faster, better at avoiding sticky situations, better at surviving

your ears twitch as you hear a key scrape in the lock

that must be him - dk

you stand indecisively in the middle of the guest room, your claws sinking unconsciously into the carpet before you hastily retract them

by then, he's toed his shoes off and is in the kitchen

you hear a soft 'oh'

he's probably found the whiteboard on the counter, moved from where he left it, and the dinner you cooked for him

he calls your name then, and you almost jump out of your skin before you remember you wrote it on the whiteboard

feeling far too nervous, you trot out into the corridor, nudging the kitchen door open before entering

he's right there, leaning against the counter, his smiling eyes bright as he looks down at you

this is the first time you've really seen him, really realised you let your guard down and allowed some random guy to let you into his house

he looks absolutely huge

like, he could crush your cat form in his bare hands if he wanted to you, although you realise that's not that great of a feat considering your small stature

he would also tower over your human form, but then again, that's not much of an achievment

still, it makes you take a small step back

humans have unquestioned power over hybrids - you're pretty sure if he killed you right here and now, no one would know or care

and if someone did know, the case would be as likely to make it to court as you are likely to become a billionare next week

your hackles begin to rise, and you mentally run through your escape options

unfortunately, none avoid you shifting into your naked human form, even if it's just for a few seconds

you're beginning to panic

a lot

but then, he crouches down, just like last night

slowly, keeping his movements predictable, he reaches his hand out towards you

'i won't hurt you,'

you relax just a tiny bit, ears twitching, waiting to see what he'll say next

'promise.'

of their own accord, your hackles lower, and you find yourself inching towards his outstretched hand

'you don't have to leave, you know. it would be nice to have some company. plus, i don't want to make assumptions, but i'd rather not let you go if you have nowhere else to stay.'

part of your brain wonders why he's being so nice

the other part, the part that you've shoved down for so long, surfaces like a long lost ache, reminding you how lonely you are, reminding you how much you miss simple human interaction

dipping your head forward, you sniff at his broad palm, before lightly licking his fingertips

he chuckles, albeit a little nervously, as if he's scared you're going to bolt at any second (to be fair, if you were him, you wouldn't write off that option either)

his other hand comes up to rub behind your ears, and your eyes close at the feeling

the beginnings of a purr start to form in your chest, and you know that's when your fate is sealed

the permanence of that thought unsettles you

pulling away, you head towards the radiator, settling close to it, glad that your cat form means that you don't have to talk to him

he grins brightly at you, picking up the plate you left on the counter and putting it in the microwave for warming up

'thanks for the dinner, but you know you don't owe me anything, right?'

you blink up at him from your spot on the floor

he's literally the kindest human you've ever met

then again, you haven't met very many kind humans

that night you sleep curled up on the sofa - it's much more comfortable than wedged underneath a bed, and his cushions smell nice

in the morning, you hear dk get up, but he tip toes around quietly

cracking an eye open, you yawn, eyes blinking into focus as you watch him quickly scribble on the whiteboard, his brow furrowed in concentration

he glances your way, and for some reason, it shoots a bolt of panic through you, and you duck your head back down, closing your eyes

it's not that he's threatening - quite the opposite

it's just that you're not used to this; not used to being in such close proximity with another being for prolonged periods of time, not used to interaction with humans after avoiding them for your own sake for so long

you hear some shuffling, the sound of the fridge door, and then his footsteps approach

as he walks past, he brushes a hand lightly down the soft fur of your back, as if in greeting

you almost twitch at the feeling

you wonder how long it's been since you've let anyone come that close

not daring to move a hair, you wait until you hear him ease the front door shut

the second he's gone, you jump up, eager to see what he wrote on the whiteboard

it's on the counter, so you shift into your human form and put on some clothes - you're not sure what his rules about paws on tables are

there's a fresh t-shirt on the guest room bed, but you opt to wear the one you wore yesterday

a smile plays on your lips as you read what he wrote

it's a short but sweet message extolling the virtues of your cooking and telling you to help yourself to the fridge again, followed by a question asking if what food you would like and whether you prefer cat food

still grinning, you write your reply, explaining how you can eat both human and cat food and how you love tuna in either form, adding a short shopping list of ingredients and asking how his day was

once you're done, you decide to explore his flat properly

it consists of two bathrooms, two bedrooms, a tiny room with a washing machine and various bits and bobs crammed inside, and the kitchen which sort of melds with the living room (if you could call the couch and TV in one corner a living room)

you spend most of your time snooping around his bedroom, just to sate your curiosity

it's not neat, but it's not messy either, and the smell of him is strongest in there

you're sure his desk should be buckling under the combined weight of his pc and the impressive amount of paraphanalia that's collected upon it

it's not that it's dirty - it's actually pretty orderly, there's just... a lot of stuff

there's a mug full of pens which says 'dude kisser' on it (you're not going to question that one), a haphazard stack of books - the top one of which has a fuzzy bookmark sticking out, a pile of mismatching keycaps, a group photo of dk and twelve other guys with moustaches and other flattering things lovingly drawn on, and tons more stuff you couldn't explain even if you tried

the chair has a lot of clothes draped over it: nice, comfy clothes, like the ones he's lended you

you're tempted to explore further into his room, but you feel kind of rude so you scuttle back to the kitchen/living room to make the happy discovery that he owns a nintendo switch

that means he probably has some more complicated games lurking around but you're happy to settle with mario kart for now

it's not something you've played before, although you've heard some of your human ex-colleagues talking about it

by the time dk returns, though, you're a pro

well, maybe not a pro, but not inept, either

by then you've made dinner and left it out for him like yesterday - you feel kind of weird doing nothing but playing video games while he goes to work, and at least cooking for him makes you feel a little useful and not like some awful parasite taking advantage of him

he tells you about his day as he eats at the dinner table while you sit in cat form on the chair next to him

he smiles the whole time, and you find yourself relaxed and content, infected by his happy virus

once he's done with his debrief, he unthinkingly asks how your day was

you look at him and give him your best deadpan meow

he laughs and you find it a bit dazzling - he hands away smiles as if they're free, and honestly it kind of restores your faith in humanity

'what if you blink twice for yes and once for no? how about that?'

you blink twice at him

dk grins, his eyes lighting up; he's so excited you can almost imagine him clapping his hands and kicking his legs like an enthusiastic little kid

'do you like pineapple on pizza? is it wrong to wear socks and sandals? how about socks in bed? are tomatoes a fruit? is it right to have toilet paper over? or do you like it under?'

he bombards you with random yes or no questions, each one getting weirder than the last, but you find his delight in your answers is more than enough to let him continue

after about half an hour, he either runs out of questions or decides to spare you, asking instead whether you want to watch a movie

that's how you end up curled up on the sofa beside him

he'd insisted on a horror movie, even though you'd said no, very clearly blinking only once

you would leave but you think it's kind of entertaining how bad the makeup and plot are and how violent his reactions are (they consist of a lot of flailing and terrified squeaks)

despite your reluctance to watch a horror movie, he's actually more scared than you are

the poor thing is tense as anything, his mouth hanging half open as he stares wide eyed at the tv, transfixed

you're actually too busy watching him that when the jump scare pops up on screen, you jump about a foot high, landing hissing on his lap with your tail all fluffed up

your claws accidentally come out and prick him through his jeans and he yelps

'ouch - shit - ow - '

you hop off his lap and watch him dramatically curse and pretend to be wounded, both of you distracted from the movie now

eventually he calms down and goes back to watching, but not before he picks you up and plops you back on his lap, one hand anxiously smoothing down your back as you both wait for the next jump scare

after a while he goes so far as to pick you up and hold you to his chest, hiding his face in your fur every time the music warningly crescendos, whispering to you how utterly terrified he is

even still, his grip stays loose enough for you to move away at any time if you want

you'd think that after your previous experiences with humans, you'd hate him anywhere near you, but you don't

you don't mind it at all

it's kind of ridiculous actually, the way you feel safer than you have in months when he clutches you to him while watching a literal horror movie

you don't think much of it though

he's just a guy who's letting you stay for a bit

you don't plan to stick around

a week later, you find yourself writing an apology on the whiteboard that you'd been putting off since watching the movie

dk is welcoming and warm and friendly but you're sure he must be wondering why you haven't shifted into your human form yet

sometimes, you wonder that yourself - there's something in his eyes that instantly puts you at ease

the day before yesterday, you'd planned it, changing into your clothes - his clothes, and sitting on the sofa, ready to greet him, but the moment you heard his footsteps up to the front door, you just couldn't

your cat form still feels so much safer, even though you have nothing to fear

well, apart from all the explaining you'd have to do once you shift into a form with a tongue that can talk

you don't want to see the pity that would spring into his eyes, or worse, disgust

you're scared of the change it will bring

you're scared to let your walls down

you're scared to bare the soft, vulnerable part of your heart

clenching your teeth, you force yourself to relax, the marker in your hand shaking from how hard your fingers had been clenching around it

you lean against the counter for a while, writing messages then rubbing them out, needing to tell him why but also terrified of what he'll say

solitude has been your only companion for so long, you find that you don't have the words to express what you feel

you don't know how to tell him how you hadn't realised how lonely you were until he let you in

you don't know how to articulate the warm feeling inside you when he smiles at you, as if he doesn't care whether you're a human or a hybrid - because he doesn't

you don't know how to say how eternally grateful you are to him for finding something soft and gentle and innocent within you that you thought you lost years ago

in the end, you decide to keep it short, an apology that feels more like an excuse, but it's the best you can give him

sure, you don't plan to stay here with him forever, but you owe it to him anyway

your restless for the remainder of the day, pacing around the flat and the garden for a little too, tail lashing agitatedly

you've almost convinced yourself to go and rub out your message completely when you hear the front door open and dk comes in, calling out that he's home

peeking around the corner, you see him down the hallway but he doesn't spot you

he's got a strange look on his face, one you can't decipher yet, and there's a flowery scent on him that you've smelled only one time before

you wait just out of sight, not wanting to see his face as he reads

slowly, you venture out, feeling far more nervous than you should be

he sits down on the floor opposite you as soon as he spots you, signalling for you to do the same by patting the spot in front of him

you sink down on your haunches and curl your tail over your feet, nerves a tight ball in your chest

'you don't have to shift if you don't want to.'

the words immediately give you space to breathe, and you feel kind of silly for being so worked up about it all day

'i know hybrids aren't treated well at all, and i'm okay with whatever form you feel most comfortable in, you know? you can shift when you're ready, and whether that's tomorrow or in a decade or never, that's fine. you don't owe me anything.'

your chest feels tight at the earnesty of his words, and you know that if you were in your human form right now, tears would be welling up in your eyes

getting up, you close the gap between the two of you and rest your shoulder against his knee, needing to show your gratitude, needing to be closer to him

he rests his wide palm on your back, a silent assurance

'it's nice to have you here. i used to share with a bunch of my friends - the ones coming over tonight that i told you about this morning, actually - and sometimes it gets lonely in a flat all by myself. i like talking with you.'

you meow, nuzzling against his other hand as he lifts it to stroke the silky spot between your ears

it's amazing, how simple his words are but how he can use them so well, articulating how he feels so boldly

he smiles down at you and you look back up at him, leaning against his hand before he gets up, groaning and cracking his back

his friends will be here soon

he'd warned you this morning, informing you they were noisy but harmless and that if you didn't want to see them, you could hole up in the guest room

they're the first people he's had over since your first night in his flat, and you feel kind of nervous about so many humans, but dk will be there, and you're determined to at least attempt to meet them

anyways, if they're all anywhere close to him, you'll have no problems

still, you stay in the guest room, ears twitching with each arrival

they laugh and chat, their voices carrying through the flat as they jokingly rib each other

occasionally, they have a little karaoke break where they all stop talking to sing along to the song playing on dk's speaker

then there'll be peals of laughter that follow, usually after an exaggerated falsetto note or a scuffling noise which you assume is dancing

it's after their laughter dies down a little when you finally whip up the courage to approach

poking your head into the kitchen, you peer in

there's twelve of them, not including dk, all sitting around the dining table, an array of soju bottles and mainly empty takeaway boxes arranged around them

you're pretty sure they're the same group that you saw the first time you found yourself in dk's garden

one of them spots you in the doorway, and he grins, leaning with his elbows on his knees and opening his palms to you

cautiously, you trot over to him, and he scoops you up, tickling your chin

one of dk's friends across the table gapes at you - he's a bit more drunk than the others (or he holds his liquor less well), and the guy you're sitting on chuckles at his expression

'dk, you got a cat?'

that's the drunk one speaking, his speech a little slurred as his eyes well up with tears

he's a sad drunk, it seems

'dk, you're a dad - '

dk scratches the back of his neck, watching his friend sniffle

'well, hoshi, not a dad, but - '

the guy still holding you adjusts you in his grasp, letting you catch the thoughtful frown on his face

'why didn't you tell us? i thought you were al - '

he's cut off by a sassy looking guy

'jun, just because you want to have a baby shower for a cat doesn't mean all the rest of us do.'

this causes absolute chaos, and the one holding you - jun - lets you down on the floor so he can stand up in order to argue with the sassy guy about the benefits of cat baby shower

navigating your way through the mess of legs under the table, you make your way over to dk

he grins and rubs the spot behind your ears, and you lick his palm before someone grabs you around the middle and cuddles you

you hear dk telling the boys to be careful and it warms your heart a little that he's still looking out for you

he doesn't need to be worried, though

dk's friends are as sweet as he is

you sit with the boys for the rest of the evening

they all leave eventually, trickling out in ones and twos

the last one left is the one they call cheol - he seems to be the protector of the group, and he makes sure dk is alright and helps him clear up a little before he leaves too

once he's out of the door, dk crouches down in front of you

'you okay?'

you blink twice and he grins

'they can be pretty overwhelming and noisy at first, but they're my best friends.'

there's pride shining in his eyes, and you can't help but agree with him - despite their banter, you could tell that they care so much for each other, and for him

'i didn't know whether you wanted them to know you were a hybrid or not, i hope you don't mind that,'

you blink twice again, meowing and padding forward to rub against his shins

you're not quite sure what makes you do that, what primal part of you tells you to put your scent on him, but he chuckles, smile as bright as the sun as always

he scratches at the spot behind your ear and you purr, leaning your head into his touch

'oh - '

you look up, the wonder on his face making it seem like he just made you sprout wings and flash neon

it's cute that he's so proud that he's made you purr

it's been a few months since you first started staying with dk, long enough for the two of you to have a little routine

you cook and clean and generally try to make yourself as helpful as you can around his house while he's at work

he'll write a message for you on the whiteboard every morning, and you'll write your reply during the day

you always come out to greet him at the front door, no matter what

then he'll eat the dinner you made and answer your whiteboard message

from then on, you'll watch a movie with him or just chat

your communication has become easier - sometimes, he'll get his laptop out and you'll type what you're saying, but recently he's gotten scarily good at reading your body language

and no, you still have not worked up the courage to shift into human form yet

you're studiously ignoring the fact that the longer you leave it, the harder it gets

you're also ignoring your previously stated intentions of not staying

you know that this can't go on forever, and even if dk can understand you to an extent, that's not enough and you cost him extra water bills and food

you know he's too kind to bring it up but it eats away at you inside

you're happy to remain blind to the fact that you can't have a proper conversation with him until you shift into human form for now

you tell yourself that you'll deal with it later, whenever later is

another thing that you refuse to acknowledge is your feelings

your fear that you won't be good enough if or when you show him your human form, your fear that you're a dead weight, and worst of all, the growing realisation that he's stupidly fucking handsome

you'd realised but you hadn't realised until one day, after he got back from the gym

his skin had been covered in a light sheen of sweat, and he told you he was going to shower before eating

you'd kind of just blinked at him, too entranced by the amount of skin his tank top was showing

like, what does this guy not have?

he took a little longer than normal in the shower - you heard him absolutely belting out the lyrics to some ballad you'd never heard before, so you trotted down the hallway to listen more closely

and then the door to the bathroom popped open, along with a billow of steam and a delicious lee dokyeom

there was a towel around his hips, low enough to make your stomach twist, and the water rolled down the planes of his chest in a way that made you want to shift into your human form right then and there, just to wrestle that towel off him and kiss him until you ran out of breath

instead, you yowled and jumped about a foot in the air

he just laughed, running a hand through his wet hair to push it out of his eyes before crouching down, telling you he didn't mean to scare you

you meowed and kept your eyes on his face, not on the gap that had opened in the towel due to his bent knees, and definitely not on the wonderful sliver of tanned thigh that showed

the image of dk, damp and glorious under the tinny light of his bathroom, cloaked in steam, often circles around your mind to this day

and it's not just that either - he's also funny and kind and sweet and you feel yourself drowning in his eyes when you look at him too long

just as a reminder: cats do not like water

let alone drowning

the sound of footsteps on the pavement outside dk's front door shake you from your thoughts

there's clearly two people, and you hear dk's voice as the key scrapes in the lock

he's speaking in a tone you've never heard before, low and emotionally charged, like he's angry

you peek into the hallway as the front door opens

dk steps in, followed by a girl you've never seen before, but her scent matches that flowery scent you've smelt on dk a few times before

something sinks inside you

you didn't think he had a girlfriend, which now, in hindsight, seems like a really, really stupid assumption

he's handsome and kind and considerate with a smile brighter than the sun

but then you notice something else - the obvious frown on dk's face

there's a sort of tension in the air, crackling and heavy, like a storm's brewing and there are dark clouds swarming above

she ignores it, instead spotting you and immediately crouching and patting her thighs to try and entice you over as dk shucks off his shoes, face like thunder

she says something to him in an airy voice about him not telling her he had a cat

he shrugs, not mentioning that you're a hybrid and staying silent, which kind of alarms you, because the dk you know is friendly, warm - even when he's angry, it's always firey, nothing like the frigid detachedness in his eyes right now

cautiously, you approach, not really sure what to expect - you're sure she's his girlfriend; now you think about it, you did hear dk's friends discuss it briefly, you just didn't understand at the time

she reaches out to stroke your back, but it brings the cuff of her oversized leather coat near your face

you get a smothering whiff of heavy, masculine cologne that you know is not hers and is definitely not dk's

there's no hint of aftershave, no smell of fresh laundry, and not even a trace of that scent on him that makes you feel warm and comfy

and if this isn't her coat, and it's not dk's, then who's is it?

cheater

hissing, you recoil, your hackles up as you swipe at her hand with your claws out before she can lay a finger on you

you're kind of taken aback by the violence of your own reaction - the tension in the air must be getting to you, too

'oh. it doesn't like me much, you're sure it's not one of those hybrids, right?'

dk's frown deepens into a scowl you've never even seen a hint of on his face, his eyes flashing, filled with something absolutely livid

'let's talk in the kitchen.'

he doesn't even look at her when he says it, and as he turns to go, you can see how hard he's clenching his jaw

you head to the guest room to give them privacy while dk's girlfriend slinks after him

even across the apartment, you can hear too well

it's partly your enhanced cat hearing and partly that new timbre in dk's voice - he's not yelling, nowhere close, but his words carry through the walls

it's the angriest you've ever heard him

you've seen him angry before; frustrated, annoyed, down right incensed, but it always passes quickly, the sun breaking through the clouds with ease - dk doesn't hold grudges

you catch 'cheating' from his sentence, and then suddenly, his girlfriend raises her voice, like she's the one who should be angry, screaming that she doesn't get why he's so worked up over this

that's the exact moment where you want to march into the kitchen and fucking injure her, somehow

punching her in human form would be preferable but you'd be down to claw her eyes out in cat form too

who is she, to cheat on dk, the kindest man alive, then tell him it's nothing? tell him she doesn't know why he's worried?

she doesn't know what she's taking for granted, and she's a fool for that

plus, from what you can hear, he's being half as angry as he really deserves to be, anyway

you sit there in a tense, seething ball of rage, protective and furious on dk's behalf until he puts his foot down

his voice is quieter, more subdued, but he's moved to the kitchen door and you hear him clearly

'get out.'

mentally, you pump your fist in triumph - he should have kicked her out the moment she had the audacity to tell him he shouldn't be getting so worked up about her cheating

in fact, he should have never have let her in in the first place

you hear her screech something over her shoulder about breaking up, as if that wasn't already obvious

honestly, you're kind of embarrassed on her behalf

she should be winning awards for how far her head is up her own ass

dk shuts the door behind her

he doesn't even slam it, just eases it closed like he always does and plods to his room

you hear the rustle of the blankets as he slumps down on the bed, hear the shaky sigh he lets out, and then the heavy silence

you get up and go to his room - the door is ajar, so you peek in

you don't go in; he has every reason to want to be alone, so you hover in the doorway

he lifts his head up and gives you a valiant smile

he looks exhausted

you hop up onto the bed and wait, not wanting to crowd him if he doesn't want contact, but he picks you up and sets you on his chest

you can tell he's fighting with his words as he formulates something to say to you

he stares up at the ceiling, avoiding your eyes until he covers his own with his arm, hiding the upper half of his face in the crook of his elbow

'i found out she was cheating this morning, but i'd suspected it for a while before. i wanted to talk it through with her, give her a chance, you know?'

he squirms and you realise your claws are coming out and poking his chest so you withdraw them and attempt to relax

'she told me i was overreacting, and... yeah. i guess i should have listened to my mum. she's always right.'

he laughs, but it's a loose, raw sound that echoes weakly around the room, and he still won't look at you or uncover his eyes

there's a moment of silence, thick and suffocating with heartache

a sob wrenches from his chest

it's a sharp, painful sound, like he's been holding it in for hours

the floodgates open

dk covers his face with trembling hands, tears leaking out from under his palms

you never thought seeing someone else cry would hurt this much

nudging his hand with your nose, you let him hold you close, rubbing your cheek against his and gently lapping the tears off his face, even as they soak your fur

you feel helpless, like the pieces of his heart are in your hands and you don't know how to fit them back together

he just clings to you, eyes tight shut as his sobs begin to subside

you stay there with him, wishing you could do more as he hides his face in your fur and hugs you close to him

you don't know what that girl was thinking when she decided to cheat on dk

actually, she probably wasn't thinking at all

you kind of want to tell him he's too kind and trusting for his own good, but you know that even if dk was capable of not being like that, he would choose to be the way he is

his hand strokes down your back, and you watch him from where you rest your head on his collarbone

he's staring at the ceiling, and although his eyes are red and a bit puffy and he's sniffling, his crying has subsided a little

dk props himself up on his elbows and gives you a sad smile

'sorry about that. and thanks, too, i - i needed that.'

you huff, tail flicking and smacking against his abdomen - as if he needs to be sorry

nuzzling into the hand he brings up to rub your head, you lick his palm, nudging it with your nose

then you hop off the bed and wait for him to follow you into the kitchen so he eats his dinner

you don't take your eyes off him, not even when he goes to sleep

you curl up in the corner, happy to sleep on the carpet, but he pats the mattress next to him and you can't refuse

it's nice, to sleep beside dk, his body warm and near as he reaches across the bed to run his hand down the fur of your spine and beckon you closer

over the next months, you watch dk heal

you help him heal, too

at least, you hope you do

you make sure to stick close to him

you've slept curled up at the foot of his bed every night since the day of the break up

he calls his mum the day after, and a few of his friends too

he stays strong and determinedly brave in front of the boys, not shedding a tear, but he cries on the phone to his mum

he also cries over a few emotionally fraught kdramas during the first week before you sit on the remote and refuse to move until he chooses another genre

truth be told, you were getting kind of sick of the same plot with different characters, and the pile of tissues on the coffee table in front of the sofa was growing frighteningly large

exactly a month has passed since the break up when, over his dinner, dk announces to you that he's finally installing cat flaps for you

he also mentions that he wants to introduce you to his friends properly, as who you are

the latter comment kind of makes you nervous

his friends are some of the most welcoming, commendable men you've ever interacted with, but a niggling part of your brain wonders if they'll be more sceptical than dk

what if they tell him you're taking advantage of him?

or that you're just a hybrid and don't deserve the kindness he's giving you?

because after all these months with dk, you realised you're not just staying for the roof over your head or the warm meals

you're staying because of dk

you care about him

a lot

not just because you're sort of a little bit hopelessly in love with him, but also because he's kind of... your best friend

he's so sweet and silly and and considerate and funny it makes you want to punch a wall sometimes

you'd protect him with your life

you don't really know how to say it to him, though

there's nothing more you can do in the house, and the words don't seem right on the whiteboard

you wait out the hours until he gets back from work, doing chores around the house or out exploring the neighbourhood through the newly installed cat flap in the back door

or singing in the shower, like you are now

dk's bathroom has very good acoustics

it means you can belt your heart out, happily knowing that dk won't be home for another few hours

you're singing one of the songs dk's friends had been singing the other night

it's kind of sad but also kind of a hoe anthem and the chorus has something about not understanding something - you don't remember the rest of the lyrics

it has a good tune, though, and your own singing combined with the splashing of the shower seals you off from the outside world

which means that when dk gets home early, you don't hear

originally, the only explanation for a female voice coming from his bathroom that he can think of is his ex, but that's dumb because she never had a key in the first place

also, her voice can't even compare to yours

because it is you, he realises

it's you in the shower right now, oblivious to the fact he's home early and is hearing your voice for the first time ever

a little bolt of nervous energy shoots through him, and he panics

what's he supposed to do? should he shout that he's home?

he decides he doesn't want to scare you just in case you panic, so he approaches slowly, hoping to knock on the door and let you know

he soaks up the sound of your voice, a smile playing on his lips, because of course you sound amazing

he's about to knock on the door when the handle turns

wait is all he gets out before suddenly, there you are, right in front of him, wrapped in a towel, cat ears peaking out from your hair that's dripping onto the tiled floor

his brain freezes

shit, you're pretty

you gape at dk

you didn't even hear him come in, let alone him walking down the hallway

this is probably karma from that one time you saw him fresh out of the shower

you'd known that it was inevitable for him to see you in human form at some point, whether it was intentional or not

you just didn't expect it to be so soon, and definitely not like this

oh no

he didn't hear your singing, did he?

instinctively, your hand comes up to make sure the towel around your chest is secure

you're seconds away from shifting and running, but you're rooted to the spot, paralysed by his eyes on you

he blinks a little, as if he's coming to his senses

'...hey,'

that's all he says, his voice soft and wondrous, his eyes sparkling the way they always do, sweet and inviting as the smile pulling at his lips

'hi,'

unfortunately for you, it comes out half strangled and breathy, but a grin immediately appears on his face, his eyes scrunching with happiness

he hasn't looked away once, gaze roving over your face as if he's committing you to memory, and you feel a hot blush begin to creep over you

'i, uh, let me go change.'

you scurry back into the bathroom, almost tripping over the bathmat as you shuck on a shirt and trousers, small tremors going through your hands

you tell yourself it's fine

because it is fine - you're not scared of dk, you trust him, it' just... you should have shifted for him ages ago

placing your hand on the door handle, you take a deep breath

turning back to the mirror, you hastily fix your hair before biting the bullet and opening the door

dk waits outside, leaning against the wall, still smiling

when you peek out, half hiding behind the door, his grin widens, and he opens his arms

you barely need to think, your body just moves, and then he's got you tight in his embrace, your nose pressed into his chest: just like that, any semblance of unease or self consciousness you were feeling evaporates like the space between you

slowly, you breathe in, then out

he smells like he always does - laundry, aftershave, and the scent that you've begun to associate with home

you sigh, resting your forehead on his chest so you don't have to look at him when you speak

'well, that wasn't so hard for me, was it?'

he laughs, eyes dancing, and with that, everything is back to normal

it doesn't matter which form you're in, it's still dk, and it's still you

you talk to him for ages - first over dinner, and then the two of you move to the couch, losing track of time as you fill him in, answering every question he fires your way

his sincerity makes your heart flutter: he clings onto your every word as if it's precious

in the end, you wind up telling him how you got to the situation you were in before

you lay yourself bare, letting your walls down for him to see the scars on your soul

you're not sure when the tears pricking at your eyes spill over, but dk wipes them away gently, spreading his arms for the second time tonight, letting you soak the front of his hoodie with your tears

he tucks your head against his shoulder, his hand rubbing up and down your back the way he always does

his heartbeat is comforting under your ear

you fall asleep like that, held safely in dk's embrace

things continue as normal, even with your human form revealed

you realise how stupid you were for worrying so much about things changing when you shifted into your human form

you talked to dk about how you feel like a burden, how although he doesn't mind, you don't like relying on him to pay the bills, and how you want to get a job

he reassured you that it was fine but after seeing the look of determination on your face, he realised there was no point in opposing you

so he pulls some strings (more like cheol pulls some strings) to get you a part time job in the local library

it's just three days a week, but the important thing is that you get paid and treated the same as any human would

your boss is a little old lady with very thick reading glasses

she bakes you cakes sometimes, and once she's fed you a slice or two, she forces you to take the rest home

it's not anything like your old job, but neither would you want it to be

it doesn't pay your bills either, but it's a happy compromise

dk claims that coming home every day to a meal that you cooked is worth the money of those bills a hundred times over, anyway

you also officially meet his friends

they're sweet, a bit noisy and chaotic at first, but they make sure to keep you included in the conversation despite all the private jokes that they seem to have

they act a bit like a huge family unit (they bicker like brothers)

despite their closeness with each other, it doesn't push you away

they didn't even care that you were a hybrid

you caught a knowing look pass between the one called joshua and the one called jeonghan when dk introduced you, but you're not really sure what it could have been about

you were probably just imagining it, to be honest

anyways, aside from occasionally attending their boys nights (on demand, they always clamour for you to join them), the little routine you and dk made is still very much the same

you still cook for him, except now you wait and eat dinner with him

there's never a dull moment with dk, and he makes you laugh until you can't breathe

he's made it his personal goal over dinner to make you laugh so hard you snort food up your nose again

you talk about everything and anything to him

he'll tell you about a funny thing at work and you'll tell him about a customer at the library and somehow that will bring you to a debate on hogwarts houses

today he sits across from you, the food on his plate already all long gone and eaten while you're just finishing up with yours

'you know, i'm allergic to cats.'

you gape

because he's what now?

'you're what now?'

'well, not to you, i guess. maybe you're hypoallergenic?'

now you think of it, you do remember one of his friends almost saying something about that the first time you ever saw them

it might have been jun, you can't quite remember

'you know, when you first sat next to me on the sofa, i was panicking because i didn't know what to do with cats.'

you snort

you address him as you get up, dumping your plate in the sink before proceeding to dive onto the sofa

'you didn't know what to do with cats? you just stroke us, dk.'

he follows suit, and you're propelled upwards due to the force that he lands on the sofa cushions with

'yeah, but it's different from how you stroke dogs. it doesn't matter, anyways, because i still got you to purr.'

he crosses his arms and smiles smugly

you throw back your head and laugh, realising why he looked so proud when he found the spot behind your ear

actually, you laugh so hard your stomach hurts, and it's only egged on by the small indignant noise that leaves him at your reaction

eventually, you need to catch your breath, and as you wipe the tears from your eyes, you glance over at dk

your heart lurches

he's staring

there's this look on his face, in his eyes, that burns

his lips are slightly parted, and suddenly the air between the two of you is charged in a way that makes your heartbeat pound loud in your ears

his gaze flicks down from your eyes, down to your mouth, then back up, and all of a sudden, you can't breathe

you can't even think as he leans closer, his breath ghosting over your lips

your head spins, fear and elation fighting for control

is he... is he going to kiss you?

his hand comes up to cup your cheek, his slender fingers warm and so undoubtedly right

like it's meant to be

'can i kiss you?'

his words come out so softly that you could almost believe you imagined them, if not for that look in his eyes

it's deep and immense, full of want, full of longing

it sweeps you up in its arms, promising you the love you only dare to dream of

it's beautiful

it's everything

also, it's fucking terrifying

panic grips your swelling heart and crushes it

he can't want you, he shouldn't - you're a hybrid, he's a human, it will never work, you'll just get hurt when he realises you're not good enough, when he realises how much harder it is to be associated with your kind, you can't disappoint him -

leaping off the sofa, you shift into cat form and sprint for the back door

you shoot right through the cat flap and run, legging it to the end of the garden and launching yourself over the fence

despite your speed, you still spare dk a backward glance

he sits, frozen on the sofa, his head turned towards you, eyes wide and bewildered

they're brimming with regret and what you'd like to imagine is sorrow

you never thought the ache of yearning in your chest would be returned, so you let it carve out a space for him in your heart

you didn't think he'd try to fill it, you didn't think he'd be dumb enough to want a hybrid like you

that night, you try to leave

you try to walk down the road, away from dk's house, away from dk and his comforting scent and warm hands

you can't

your soul seems tethered to his, and you can't bring yourself to cut the strings

you spend the night sitting in the garden next to his, tail curled around your paws, bathed in the glow of his kitchen lights that don't turn off until around three am in the morning

you shiver in the dark, fighting with yourself until you decide to go back, to talk it out with him because that's what he deserves

you hate to slink back to him after being such a coward, but you need him to know that you do want him, that if you were a human, if you were good enough for him, you would have kissed him in a heartbeat

quietly, you slip through the cat flap make your way into the guest room

it's changed so much since the first night you spent in it - dk moved most of the boxes out of it, making it your room, even though you sleep in his most of the time

there's a selfie of you and dk, wrapped up in blankets for movie night, and a group photo of you and the boys halfway through the most chaotic game of cards you've ever participated in

you're determined not to lose this, lose them

you're determined not to fuck this up more than you already have

quickly, you shift and change into your clothes, just to stand in the middle of the room, not entirely sure what to do with yourself

you remain there, silently fretting, until there's a soft tap on the door

your breath catches in your throat but you manage to wheeze out a somewhat convincing 'come in'

dk peeks in and leaves the door open - you're aware that he's left it that way to give you a clear escape route

he chews on his lip, running a hand through his hair, and you notice that he looks tired, as if he hasn't slept all night

'i heard you come in, and i just wanted to say that i... i'm sorry. i didn't mean to overstep the boundaries. i just - you're... i'm sorry i messed up. asking to, um, you know, wasn't a good idea on my part, i don't - i didn't know what i was doing, i kind of just...'

he sighs, looking at you sheepishly once he realises he was rambling

'please don't go?'

that's the moment you give in

you let go of it, of everything, and let yourself fly into freefall

stepping forward, you hook an arm around his neck, sinking your other hand into his hair, bringing his face down to yours to fit your lips to his

he makes a soft, awed noise, his fingers curling around your waist to press you closer to him

he tastes divine, like heaven, like the best kind of destiny

the feel of his lips against yours becomes everything you'll ever need

hesitantly, you begin to pull away, words already forming on your tongue, but then he darts forward to steal another sweet, sweet kiss from you, and then you're drowning in him again

he tangles his hands in your hair, his fingertips brushing over your ears, tracing their shape as if to show you that he doesn't care what you are

when he eventually breaks the kiss off, he presses a finger to your lips before you can draw a breath

'don't tell me i don't know what i'm getting into. i thought i lost you, i thought you were leaving, and i couldn't... please, just let me love you.'

he immediately cringes at his own words, and you let your head fall forward until your forehead rests against his chest, huffing out a laugh

'i'm sorry i freaked out before, i - i got scared. then i didn't know what to do so i just kind of ran. i didn't mean to scare you.'

he pouts cutely, in a way that makes you want to poke his cheeks

'well, you did. i - '

you cut him off with a kiss, just to taste him again if not to shut him up

his hands find your hips, drawing you closer to him

'i think i love you.'

the confession slips out of you, mumbled onto his lips before you can stop it, but all he does is smile into the kiss

'i think i love you too.'

when the boys find out, they tease dk mercilessly while somehow also hyping him up

seungcheol, jeonghan and hoshi all claim to have known about it from the start, although everyone knows hoshi is just saying that

jeonghan purposefully sits next to you just to quietly tell you about how he managed to get dk drunk enough one time for him to confess that he was in love with a cat

dk gets pouty about it later, so you kiss his face all over until he smiles again

in fact, he pretends to sulk a lot to get kisses from you

sometimes, you'll catch him just staring at you with a huge grin on his face

he makes a point to hold your hand in public, telling you that he's proud of having you

his sweet words make it easy for you to brush off the stares of the people on the bus, easy for you to ignore the way they whisper

sometimes dk kisses you and loudly calls you disgustingly sappy pet names in front of them, just out of spite

you realise now that they don't really bother you, not when dk doesn't care about them and not when he loves you the way he does - unconditionally

he shows it in the way he hangs onto your every word, in the way he cooks your favourite dishes for you, in the way he holds you, in the way he kisses you as if you're the most precious thing in the universe

you take every opportunity to show him how much you love him, too

hence why you're up early, cooking breakfast for dk

it's a saturday, and the sun leaking through the curtains woke you, even though it didn't even affect dk - he remained snoring beside you, his legs tangled with yours and his arms locked around your waist

you'd eased your way out of his grip and replaced yourself with a pillow, pressing a light kiss onto his forehead before shifting into your human form and pulling one of his t-shirts over your head

most nights, you sleep in your human form, but he'd been hogging the blankets so you'd shifted into your cat form in a desperate effort to make it easier for you to squirm into his blanket burrito

'what're you smiling about, huh?'

you almost drop the pancake you were transferring to a plate already heaped high and steaming with others

his arms wrap around your waist, and you sigh as he kisses your neck

'actually, i was thinking about how rude it was of you to steal the blankets last night, you sneaky little bastard.'

'hmm, my bad.'

he nips at your neck before his tongue flicks out to brush over the same spot

his hands wrap around your hips, and you sigh noncommittally as he sneaks his fingers under the hem of your - his - t-shirt

'babe, the pancakes will get cold - '

'don't care.'

you don't even try to shake him off as he continues to kiss at your neck from behind, nudging the collar of your shirt to the side so he can suck a hickey onto your shoulder

the air of the kitchen is cold on your bare legs, but he's nice and warm and solid, and you lean back into him, eyes closing as he laves his tongue over your skin

a low purr emnates from deep in your chest, and you feel him pause at your back

'that's never happened before,'

'and?'

'it was kind of hot.'

you huff out a laugh, but it's cut off as he spins you around, gripping your chin so he can kiss you

dk kisses you passionately, like he woke up with the one desire to taste every inch of your mouth, his teeth grazing dizzyingly over your lower lip

he grins against you when you moan at the feel of his tongue against yours

hooking your arms over his shoulders, you draw him closer

picking you up, he deposits you on the island, not breaking the kiss

he slots himself between your legs, his fingers skimming over the tops of your thighs, pushing the hem of your shirt a little higher

hooking an ankle around his hip, you nestle your heel in the small of his back, nudging him closer

something in your stomach pulls wonderfully tight when you feel the grind of his hardening cock against your clothed cunt

he chuckles at the involuntary noise that leaves you, one of his hands coming up to cup your breasts as he leans down, palms dragging down the length of your thighs as he hooks them over his shoulders

he helps you shimmy out of your underwear, chucking them carelessly over his shoulder

and then, just like that, he's got his mouth between your legs, spreading your pussy with his fingers, his eyes disarmingly guileless

his tongue is divinely velvet as he sweeps it through your folds

he tastes you as if your essence is the nectar of the gods, teasing the pleasure out of your body, holding your trembling thighs up with his big hands

as you come, convulsing around his tongue, he looks up at you with stars in his eyes, as if you're a goddess

it's ridiculous, the way he can make your heart flutter while fucking eating you out like a man starved

he straightens, kisses you with honey drenched lips that bear a virtuous smile, and lifts you up in his arms so he can make love to you on the sofa

he makes your eyes roll, makes your toes curl, makes you cry his name, sets you alight with his touch

and when he sends you over the edge, coming with you, when he scoops you up in his arms, sets you on the bathroom sink to clean you up, when he kisses you in the shower, you know one thing

you are willingly trapped in his gravity; you orbit him as if he is the star at the centre of the universe, yet somehow he looks at you with a light in his eyes, like you are the sun, the warmth on his skin, the reason for life

you love this man, irrevocably so, and somehow, miraculously, he loves you back

#dokyeom #seventeen #svt #dokyeom x reader #hybrid!reader #dk x reader #dk #seokmin #dk smut #dokyeom smut #dokyeom fluff #lee seokmin x reader #dokyeom x y/n #seokmin x reader #seokmin x y/n #lee seokmin #lee dokyeom #dokyeom x you #fluff #seventeen fluff #cat hybrid #dk x you #dk x y/n #seokmin x you #seokmin smut #seventeen x reader #seventeen x y/n #seventeen x you #seventeen dokyeom

[thetypingpup]

now you’ve got my brain going so BARE WITH ME but puppy gyu who LOVES to fuck you against walls or even while just holding you in the air. he loves to wrap his big hands around your sides and hold you up. he’s just so Big and Strong and Desperate so of course he can just pick you up whenever, wherever, and rut into you!! what else would he do with all that strength? how could he not just pick you up and fuck you whenever he (and you) wanted to?

the way he could just grasp your hips and pick you up to fuck you whenever omfg 😵‍💫. like you could be making dinner, but as soon as he comes up behind you, he's lifting you onto the counter and fucking you desperately. you decide to take a shower together? he's hoisting you up against the shower wall and ramming into you under the steamy stream of water. just came home? if he's horny enough, he's lifting you up against the door and fucking you, bouncing you up and down on his cock while his welcome home kisses are messily scattered all over your neck. watching a movie on the couch? it won't be long before you're propped up on your knees grabbing the back of the couch for dear life while he fucks you hard from behind, keep your back arched with a hold on your hair and his other hand grabbing onto your ass. about to go to bed or woke up hard? he's guiding you up and down on his cock, clutching your waist while he lays back and envelops his cock in your slick, velvety heat.

he loves hearing your airy whines and desperate gasps, both searching for balance and grounding as pleasure overtakes you. he loves the way you grip his shoulders so hard your nails dig into his skin or run along his back, the slight pain just adding to his pleasure and spurring him on to fuck you faster. fuck imagine him being in rut and just fucking you against a table, completely hunched over you and pressing you into the solid surface while he just fucking rails you, keeping you in place with a hard grasp on your waist. he feels so fucking big from this angle you can't help but whine and squeal in pleasure for him, which in turn makes him bite your neck and fuck you harder. he goes into such a frenzy of frantic lust whenever he fucks you like this, he doesn't kiss you so much as lave his tongue all over yours and against your skin. he doesn't hold you so much as grab you hard enough to bruise while you squirm in his clutches. he plunges his cock deep inside you over and over, sheathing himself in you, letting out sharp, animalistic groans all the while.

and he'd be such a sweetheart when you both come down, gently guiding you to your feet, kissing all over your face, thanking you for letting him use you to feel good. he'll be sure to return the favor in whatever way you want, whether that be with cuddles or an eager tongue between your legs, or a command for him to roll over and let you have a turn having your way with him.

#seventeen smut #seventeen mingyu smut #svt smut #svt mingyu smut #hybrid!au #puppy!mingyu #pup!mingyu

[horanghaejamjam]

Horanghae Chapter 1

Summary: Everyone knows that Soonyoung loves tigers. The term Horanghae literally means “I tiger you”. Needless to say, the Seventeen members shouldn’t have been as surprised as they were the night he came home with a very timid white tiger curled against him.

Pairing: Hoshi-centric, Seventeen x White Tiger hybrid reader.

Chapter Rating: PG

Genre: Fluff, Very slight angst

Word Count: 6.6k

Chapter Warnings: Very brief mentions of abandonment/neglect and hybrid trafficking.

Note: In this story it is implied that reader is younger than Hoshi and most of the members but older than the three maknaes. Korean age is still a bit confusing to me tbh because math so if I got it wrong please lmk.

Disclaimer: This is a repost from my original blog, this is my own original work and not copied. Images used in header are not mine. All written work is 100% my own, editors and beta readers will be credited as needed. Do not copy, translate, or repost my work onto other sites without my permission.  

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The sound of rain echoed against the cold pavement and the roof of a convenience store that did very little to shield you from the assault of water droplets. What started off as gentle rain had quickly escalated to a full on downpour with no warning to let you find shelter. Now you were trapped hiding against the wall of a convenience store, curled up and using your paw to shield your eyes from the rain. It was late and very few people were out at this time, and those who were didn’t pay much interest to the white and black ball of fur slowly getting drenched by the rain. With no one to help, you just had to wait it out or try to find another place to sleep without getting caught by traffickers.

You were a young white tiger hybrid, your genetics and coloration of your fur making you a very rare and expensive breed. “Wild” hybrid species were already considered more of a luxury as they were often harder to care for than their domestic counterparts, but ones with special traits could be worth a fortune to the right buyer. You had known this since the moment you were old enough to be sent to your first home. Having gone through many in such a short span before finally ending up a stray, living on the streets after being thrown out from your last home.

You never knew why your owners never seemed to want you for too long before giving you up again. You always tried to be on your best behavior and make things easy for them. You always did what you were told, didn’t cause trouble, kept to yourself, and you were as docile as physically possible. Despite the fact you were a tiger, you were fairly small for your species so it wasn’t like you could do much anyways. However, no matter what you did, you always ended up back at the shelter or, in your current case, on the street.

As much of a luxury as wild hybrids could be, a lot of people also avoided them, especially common predators. They were always stereotyped as “dangerous” or “too hard to train” so people only ever got them when they wanted a guard. In instances such as yours, if the hybrid wasn’t protective, they were often thrown out and replaced. Then there were the ones that decided to give them a shot and panicked the second the smallest growl came from them. Lastly, in the case of your most recent owner, they had adopted you as a “trophy” then got annoyed when you became too much work. Then before you knew it a simple trip to the store had resulted in you watching sadly in the parking lot as they waved goodbye and drove away. That had been almost a week ago and you had given up on finding your forever home. You sold your collar and used the money to buy food then wandered around in tiger form aimlessly until someone took enough pity on you to spare you a few scraps or a water bottle. You also had to dodge shelters a few times after concerned callers tried to get you a place to stay.

It’s not that you wanted to stay on the streets for the rest of your life, but you were scared about finding another home. Since you were a cub your life had been miserable so who wasn’t to say that would be the case for your next home. By now you weren’t going to get your hopes up that your savior would come for you.

A soft sigh left you as you shivered and curled up further, your tail curling around your back paw comfortingly. By now you were soaked and your fur was no longer providing warmth as you began to shiver as an effect of the storm. There was no way you would be finding sleep any time soon so all you could do was hope the rain would let up soon. As you shivered for the millionth time, you tuned in to the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps. Your ears perked up and you were about to open your eyes when you felt something soft and warm draped over you.

“Hey there little one are you okay?” opening your eyes you found dark brown ones staring right back at you. His brows furrowed in concern, lips puffed into a pout, and his hair was slowly falling into his face as the rain drenched it. He was only in a thin white shirt as his jacket was now thrown over your back to try to shield you from the rain and drenching him in return. You wanted to shy away from him but something about his warm gaze and caring act made you feel warm and safe. All you could do was chuff softly and rest your paw on his leg. He chuckled softly at this and gently reached out to pet your head. You flinched away at first which made him pull back before moving slower to pet behind your ears. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing out in a storm like this?” he cooed. It was kind of endearing how sweet he was, cooing and petting you like you were the most precious thing in the world and it made you giddy. You couldn’t help but shuffle a bit closer and lean into his hand.

“My name is Soonyoung,” he introduced, moving his hand to rub the top of your head, “do you have a name?” It took a few minutes of silence and you blinking up at him for him to giggle nervously, “Oh right, you can’t talk as a tiger can you?” He hummed in thought for a second before perking up and moving his hand, “How about this, I ask you yes or no questions and you can either nod your head or tap my leg with your paw okay? One tap for yes and two taps for no, sound good?” After a second you slowly lifted your head and nodded it gently. Soonyoung smiled wider and clapped his hands eagerly. It seemed that he didn’t care about the fact he was now drenched from the rain, more eager to talk to you.

“Okay, so this is an awkward question but are you a girl?” you huffed as if trying not to laugh before nodding your head, making Soonyoung sigh in relief. “I thought so but wanted to make sure, are you stuck out here?” you nodded again, “are you cold?” Kind of an obvious question but you nodded again, shaking your head after just enough to shake some of the water from your fur. “What am I saying of course you’re cold,” Soonyoung mumbled, “I’m assuming that if you’re stuck out here in the rain you don’t have anywhere to go right? Would you like to come home with me? We can dry you off, get you something to eat and give you a warm place to sleep.” This time you froze, as nice as his offer sounded you were scared. Yeah Soonyoung seemed nice but they all did, you didn’t think you could handle being abandoned again. Soonyoung could sense your hesitation and began to panic thinking maybe he misunderstood or came off too strong.

“Oh I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry,” he pouted and slowly began to move away from you and stand up so he wouldn’t make things worse. The second his warmth left you, you found yourself craving his affection even more. The thought of him leaving you alone made you anxious so you quickly stood up before he could think about leaving. Shaking as much water off your body as possible, and his jacket in the process, you walked over to him and nuzzled your head against his leg. Soonyoung couldn’t help but laugh at your adorable action as he bent down to pick up his jacket. Not that putting it on would do much as both of you were dripping even now that the rain was calming down. “I’ll take that as a yes then? Alright little one follow me, home is only a few blocks away,” he took two steps before pausing and looking down at you, “oh, I should probably also tell you now that I’m an idol and live with my members so you may or may not get crowded when we get there.” You honestly weren’t quite sure what he meant by being an idol but decided to prepare yourself for more people anyways. More than anything, you were just thankful to have a place to sleep that wasn’t a thrown out mattress.

It was nearly three am by the time you guys reached the dorm and by now the other members of Seventeen were starting to panic a bit. Soonyoung had been a bit restless from not working and had decided to go out for a bit of a late walk since he knew no one would be out at this time to bother him. However, that had been hours ago and before it had started to rain. The storm combined with the fact he wasn’t answering his phone would worry just about anyone.

They tried their best to be patient, hoping maybe he found a place to hide from the rain and his phone died which is why he didn’t answer. It made sense logically, but they were idols and you never knew what trouble they could get into if the wrong person recognized them. They waited a little bit longer before Seungcheol stood up and went to grab his jacket. Soonyoung couldn’t have gone tool far and he wasn’t answering his phone so the only logical choice was to go out and look for him.

“I swear if he just got lost or something I may kill him,” the oldest mumbled as he bent over to put his shoes on. Jihoon, Seokmin, and Joshua also making their way over to the door to join him after a moment. Might as well go in a group to cover more ground and make sure that they didn’t accidentally lose another member in the process.

“If we’re not back in like half an hour we probably ended up dead somewhere,” Jihoon muttered, resulting in Josh glaring at him and nudging his shoulder. There was a mixed sound of confirmation and a few giggles from the others

Just as the group was about to head out and search for their missing member the door opened to reveal a soaking wet Soonyoung. He barely even managed to get his shoes off and step into the room with you before there were at least eight boys surrounding the two of you. The sudden attention made you whimper and cower further behind him. You didn’t know what you had expected when he told you he lived with his group members but you hadn’t expected so many people.

Seungcheol was the first to be alerted to your presence, taking a step back and glancing at you before back at his groupmate.

“Uhm Soonyoung, what is that?” he asked, alerting the others who were now trying to get around him to look at you. Another pained sound followed by a soft growl left your throat in response, causing a few of the boys to jump back. Soonyoung only smiled as he kneeled down to your height, scratching the top of your head affectionately. The action made you relax a bit but you still stayed tensed up beside him.

“Oh yeah, I found her on the street while on my way home, isn’t she adorable?” he asked. Soonyoung moved his hands to grip your head and rub his cheek against you affectionately like a child. It was cute and tickled meaning you probably would have laughed if not in your tiger form but you settled for nuzzling against him in response. Hushed whispers filled the room for a moment as the other members of Seventeen tried to process what they were seeing. On one hand they were thankful he didn’t get in to trouble, but he made them worry over nothing and now they had to deal with a random tiger hybrid that he dragged home with him.

“You’re telling me you came home late and gave us all a panic attack because you decided to steal a tiger off the street?” Seungcheol asked, staring at you as if you were some alien creature. Soonyoung huffed a bit and let go of you to glare up at his leader.

“I didn’t steal her, I rescued her! It was storming outside and she was alone trying to hide. I couldn’t just leave her there!” A bunch of the others shook their head and you gradually tried to sneak back to the door. As if being in a room with 13 strangers wasn’t intimidating enough, you got the feeling you weren’t welcome there.

“Hyung she’s a white tiger,” Jihoon pointed out, “there’s no way a hybrid that rare is running around freely. She probably has an owner looking for her.” Soonyoung pouted and was about to say something when Joshua cut him off.

“She doesn’t have a collar though, so that may imply she’s a stray,” he got a bit closer to try and inspect you. Kneeling down and keeping a safe distance to not scare you more as he tried to find any signs that would imply you had a home to go to.

“A stray as rare as her, in an area like this?” Jihoon argued back.

“Stray or not it’s not like I could just leave her out there,” Soonyoung spoke up, hugging you close to him, “look at her, she’s wet and shivering.”

“Poor things probably terrified since you dragged her to an unknown place with 13 strangers,” Wonwoo spoke up. This pretty much got all of the members talking over each other as they tried to figure out what to do. Basically dividing the dorm in half as some supported Soonyoung and others argued having you here was a bad idea. It was clear by now this arguing was getting nowhere and Soonyoung clearly wasn’t planning on letting you go. Seungcheol realized this and sighed, shaking his head as he tried to think of a compromise.

“Fine, how about this, she can stay with us for tonight but first thing tomorrow morning we’re going out to see if we can find her owner, deal?” Soonyoung glanced at you as he thought about it, rubbing your head again as he nodded.

“But if she doesn’t have anywhere to go can we keep her?” he asked, or more like pleaded.

“We don’t have the time or room to take care of a-” Seungcheol cut himself up when he saw Soonyoung, and possibly you, looking up at him with a begging expression, “we’ll talk about it.” Soonyoung lit up like a little kid before giggling and hugging you close to him.

“Come on Kitty, let's get you clean and dry! You can sleep in my room with me!” The other members didn’t get a chance to say anything before he was bounding down the hall to his room. Not knowing any of the others and not wanting to be left alone from your savor you quickly ran after him, catching up in a few steps. Meanwhile the rest of Seventeen was staring silently at the spot you had just been in, processing the rather theatrical scene that had just played out in front of them. They would deal with it in the morning though, all too tired to even think about explaining this whole thing.

The first thing you noticed as you followed Soonyoung was that the building he lived in was huge, possibly bigger than your previous homes. You supposed that made sense given he lived with twelve other guys but you had no idea how you were going to manage getting around without getting lost. That was of course with the hope that you would get to stay with him. You didn’t have anywhere else to go and, while you didn’t want to end up back on the street, you would run away before ending up at the shelter again. Besides, you really liked Soonyoung, something about him was comforting. He was nothing like your last owners, he actually seemed to care about you as a companion.

You followed Soonyoung for what felt like forever until he stopped at a door towards the back of the hall. He opened it and stepped inside, leaving you to stare at him through the door before he returned with a towel and change of clothes in his arms.

“This is my room,” he said as he motioned with his head to the room behind him. He led you two doors down before opening the next door to reveal the bathroom. It wasn’t overly luxurious or anything, but it was quite spacious and fairly clean which was nice. You cautiously followed him inside and he closed the door before setting everything down on the edge of the bathtub. “I don’t really know what size you are so hopefully these clothes fit you,” he said with a nervous giggle, “assuming you don’t want to stay in tiger form all night of course.” He scratched behind your ears for a second before nodding and pulling the shower curtain back so he could show you where everything was. “All the products in the corner are mine so feel free to use whatever you need. I don’t have any spare toothbrushes or anything but if you want to use my hairbrush or anything I’ll place that on the sink. I’ll be just down the hall in my room so just come back there when you’re done okay?” You glanced around for a moment before gently nodding which made him smile, rubbing your head one last time he gently left the bathroom. You can hear him hover around the door for a moment before leaving which was your cue to move.

For the first time in forever you shifted out of your tiger form, the cold tile was a shock against your bare skin but you ignored it. The satisfying feeling of stretching your limbs out and popping all stiff joints was preferable. How long had it been since you had been in this form? It had to have been at least a week or two by now. Very slowly you rose to your feet, using the sink to hold yourself up as your legs were shaking a bit before getting your balance and walking over to the door, locking it and stepping back to glance at yourself in the mirror. Your skin was fairly clean as opposed to your fur which was soaked and clearly greasy as it flew in all directions. Your ears twitched and you tried to run a hand through your hair before shaking your head and moving to get in the shower before you took too long.

To say the shower had been heaven was an understatement. You were finally able to relax and wash away all the dirt from the streets. The hot water also helped relax your tense muscles and clear your mind. You quickly finished washing up and stepped out of the shower, paying special attention to drying your hair and tail off before wrapping the towel around yourself and walking over to the sink. The white in your hair and fur was now vibrant again rather than a muted off white color, and you were able to brush it out with little struggle. The now wet strands fell into your eyes a bit, making you wince from the splashes of water before you brushed them back. Your once bright blue eyes were now clouded over from the cold and exhaustion and you could tell you had gotten a bit thinner than usual but that wasn’t something you wanted to think about. At least for the night, you had a home and you were going to savor every last second you had with Soonyoung.

Making sure everything was left exactly how you found it, you folded the towel and changed into the clothes Soonyoung gave you. It took a few quick adjustments to get them to fit over your frame as he was clearly bigger than you were but they worked and were comfortable for the time being. The clothing swallowed your figure and his scent invaded your senses which made you giggle as you unconsciously snuggled against the collar of his shirt.

You were a bit nervous about stepping out now that you weren’t fully a tiger but you knew you couldn’t hide forever. You knew it would have been more awkward and you took up less space this way.

Unlocking the door, you stuck your head out to make sure the coast was clear before slipping out and making your way back to Soonyoungs room. Knocking softly on the door, you slowly stepped inside and looked around the room. Soonyoung was laying on the bed, having already changed into his pajamas and dried himself off. There was a pile of blankets, pillows, snacks, and water on the bed and he was laying down playing on his phone, glancing up when he heard the door. His eyes glanced over you for a moment before he smiled and bounced around on the bed a bit.

“Awwwe look at you, aren’t you just the sweetest thing!” he exclaimed, resisting the urge to run over and just squeeze you. All you could do was giggle shyly and look down as your tail swayed behind you. Soonyoung hummed and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, looking up at you as if you were the cutest thing he had ever laid eyes on. It made you shy and you tried pulling the shirt over your face to hide your red cheeks. “Please don’t hide from me!” he pouted, “I’m sorry you’re just too adorable, I’ll stop okay?” He waited for you to relax, slowly pulling the shirt back down to look at him. Soonyoung nodded and shifted to the side, patting the bed, “Come sit with me, I won’t bite.” You hummed softly before walking over, taking a seat beside him with a fair amount of space between you. “Hungry?” Soonyoung asked as he shuffled through the pile of snacks he brought, “it’s too late to make anything but I grabbed as many snacks as I could so help yourself.” You look over at everything and smile as you reach for one of the snacks. You didn’t know why he was being so generous, but you were beyond grateful for it. If it wasn’t for him you’d probably still be soaked and freezing on the street.

“Thank you,” you muttered, voice coming out much weaker than you intended, “for everything.” He seemed taken aback to hear your voice but he quickly regained himself, chuckling at you softly.

“You don’t have to thank me, just relax, you had a pretty rough night.” He grabbed one of the snacks for himself and you two ate in silence for a bit before Soonyoung spoke up again, “I know you are probably tired but can I ask you a few things? It would probably be easier to talk about it now rather than in the morning with the others around.” You weren’t too exactly sure what he meant but figured he was talking about them crowding you again like earlier so you nodded softly. “Well first off, can you tell me your name?” he asked.

“It’s Y/N,” you answer softly.

“Cute, that suits you,” he cooed, “how old are you?”

“Ummm they always said my age in cat years so I’m not sure.”

“Okay well,” he hummed in thought for a moment, “what is your birthday?” You swore you could see him light up when you told him, “So that means you’re younger than I am!” When you glance at him confused he laughed a bit, “I’m 27.” You made a small ‘oh’ expression before nodding and focusing back on your snack, your ear twitching slightly. “Why were you out on the street? Don’t you have a home to go to?” he asked hesitantly, making you freeze. When you didn’t answer he began to worry that he had said something wrong. The sound of you sighing cut him off before he could express those concerns.

“I don’t have anywhere else to go. My last home kicked me out a few weeks ago and I didn’t want to end up back in a shelter so I just kind of wandered around until you found me,” your tail wrapped around you protectively as you spoke. Soonyoung was silent as he looked at you, pouting a bit as he didn’t know what to do. Cautiously he reached his arm out, pulling you into a hug when you didn’t shy away from his touch. You chuffed softly and nuzzled against him as he rubbed your arm gently.

“Why would anyone kick out such a precious hybrid?” Soonyoung thought out loud. When you didn’t respond he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “Seungcheol is going to make us go to the shelter tomorrow to double check that you’re a stray. I’m sure once we talk to him and the others though that we’ll convince them to let you stay. It may be a bit tricky but we can work it out I’m sure!” He sounded so hopeful that you found yourself wanting to believe him, glancing up at him with wide eyes.

“Do you really think so?” you asked, just as hopeful.

“I know so!” he assured you, “if you want to stay with us of course, I promise we’ll give you a fun and loving home.” Your expression lit up and you couldn’t help but throw yourself at him in a tight hug.

“Thank you! Thank you! I would love that!” you squealed, hugging him tighter. Soonyoung chuckled,

“Of course, now it’s getting late so why don’t we go to bed? Are you comfortable sharing a bed with me?” though you didn’t really have to answer since cuddling against him was answer enough. You got into bed first, curling around the spare pillow he gave you as Soonyoung put everything aside and got the extra blanket before climbing into bed beside you. “Goodnight Y/N,” he whispered, scratching behind your ear softly.

“Goodnight Soonyoung.”

You were woken up suddenly the next morning with the sound of crashing from outside of the room. Startling and jumping up from your original spot curled up against Soonyoung. Clearly he was used to the noise as it was you jumping that woke him up rather than the commotion of his members. He slowly got up with a yawn, rubbing his eyes before looking over at you with a tired smile.

“Did they wake you up?” he asked, voice a bit thicker from sleep. When you nodded he shook his head with an airy laugh. “Sorry about that, we can get pretty crazy, and we’re on break right now so everyone has a lot of pent up energy.” You just blinked at him and yawned as you tried to wake up, watching Soonyoung as he got up. “You can stay in bed if you want, I can just bring you breakfast after I get ready?” You thought about it before shaking your head and slowly climbing out of bed. If there was even remotely a chance that you would get to live with these guys, you would have to get used to them. Soonyoung seemed a bit relieved when he saw you were willing to interact with his members. “Alright, I am going to get dressed real quick, you can stay in here or feel free to look around. I’m sure some of the members would want to meet you.” With that, he left the room with the door slightly cracked open.

You thought about it for a moment, pacing back and forth as you listened to the commotion outside. Being alone quickly got boring though and you took nervous steps towards the door, hesitating for a moment to calm your heart before stepping out and into the hall. You couldn’t see anyone immediately so you followed the sound of the commotion to the living area. You could hear some members in their rooms but didn’t want to bother them, tail tucking between your legs as you entered the living room.

Some of the members were on the couch watching a show that didn’t interest you in the slightest. It seems some of them were arguing over a phone which was the cause of the commotion as they were play fighting and running into things. You instinctively stepped back due to the commotion despite the fact that they were nowhere near you. A little bit away you could smell food and hear talking which told you there were more people in the kitchen. Suddenly the whole place felt crowded, making you whimper a bit and back away in hopes that none of them had seen you. Though it seems your sudden noise alerted the members to your presence, the commotion settling as they all turned to stare at you.

You bit at your lip and curled in a bit on yourself as they all stared at you, giving a sense of Deja vu from the night before. No one said anything as your awkward stare down with five males continued. A few of them mumbling things about you and what they were supposed to do now that you were here. Still, they never spoke to you and you suddenly felt strangely foreign and unwelcome. Deciding waiting for Soonyoung would be a better idea you quickly turned to run back to your room, only to freeze when you heard a voice.

“Guys stop staring, you’re scaring her!” turning back, you saw one of the more familiar faces from last night gently approach you. He had a soft smile and tried to make himself look as non threatening as possible, bending down a bit so you were both eye level. “Good morning,” he greeted softly, “I didn’t get to talk to you last night, my name is Joshua.” His voice and gentle aura helped you calm down and you smiled up at him shyly.

“I remember you, I’m Y/N,” some of the others seemed to perk up hearing you speak, trying to get closer but Joshua shooed them away.

“It’s nice to meet you! So Y/N, are you hungry at all? We were just about to finish breakfast so you can come help until Soonyoung is ready?” You nodded softly which made him smile. Joshua led you to the kitchen by hovering an arm over your shoulder, using his other hand to keep away the others who were still staring you down. “Ignore them,” he whispered once he sensed your discomfort, “they’re just being nosey.” You walked with him to the kitchen, the smell of food making your mouth water and your tail sway. You hadn’t had a proper meal in so long so the smell was heavenly. There were two others in the kitchen with you, both of them turning to glance at you for a moment while still focusing on what they were doing. At least they weren’t staring you down like everyone else.  

“Here sit down,” Joshua urged as he pulled up a chair that allowed you to watch them without being in the way, “do you need water or anything?” You shook your head which made him laugh a bit, “You don’t talk very much do you?”

“She may just be shy, we can be pretty intimidating,” the one closest to him teased before looking at you, “I’m Mingyu by the way, the one over there is Jun-hyung.” Jun looked up long enough to smile at you but didn’t say anything. You muttered their names a bit under your breath in an attempt to remember them, though trying to recall the names of 13 people would probably give you quite a headache.

You watched them cook in silence, occasionally perking up to see what they were doing or when something smelled particularly good. The guys noticed and would laugh at your cute antics, occasionally muttering a soft “cute” or asking you questions to try to engage you. Jun also managed to sneak you a few tastes of meat as a “quality check” which annoyed Joshua a bit but he didn’t comment on it. Soonyoung appeared right when they were getting everything ready to serve. Immediately he made his way over to you, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“There you are Y/N, I was wondering where you ran off to,” he said. You giggled and made a low humming noise as he scratched at your head.

“Don’t worry she was keeping us company,” Joshua assured, the others nodding. You couldn’t see Soonyoungs expression but he was smiling wider than humanly possible that you were getting along with some of the members. If they liked you, then maybe they would let you stay. That was the plan at least.

Breakfast was awkward though as all of the members began piling into the kitchen. Feeling crowded, you stayed hidden behind Soonyoung the entire time. You clung to him like your life depended on it, occasionally peeking over his shoulder or reaching around to grab food before retreating to hide behind him again. Any time one of them tried to talk to you, you could only answer with short answers or not at all due to nerves. Soonyoung and Joshua tried to direct some of the attention off of you to make you more comfortable but it only did so much. On the bright side, you were slowly beginning to learn who the rest of the guys were, taking notes of certain features to try and memorize who was who. It was after everyone had cleaned up and left to do their own thing that Seungcheol approached you and Soonyoung.

“I hate to bring things down, but we should probably start heading to the shelter,” he said, albeit a bit cautiously. Both of you visibly deflated which caused him to sigh, “Remember what we talked about last night, either way we would need to go and you know that.” Soonyoung sighed and nodded, trying to stand up only for you to latch onto his arm. You didn’t want to go to the shelter, you wanted to stay. What if they decided that they didn’t want you and left you there? The thought made you tear up a bit as you clung to him.

“Do we really have to go?” you pleaded, “I don’t want to go back to the shelter, I want to stay with you!” Soonyoung frowned and softened at your actions, gently shaking you off his arm before hugging you gently. Seungcheol stayed quiet and stared at you both awkwardly, not knowing how to feel about this whole thing. Of course he felt bad for you seeing how attached you seem to be already, and he had told Soonyoung they’d think about adopting you. However they were idols and could barely take care of themselves at times. In the rare chance that you were a stray, how were they supposed to manage you living with them? Financial and time factors set aside, you would have to learn to get along with 13 housemates with different personalities. There was no way that would be a good idea.

“It’ll be quick Kitty I promise,” Soonyoung assured, shushing you and petting your hair to calm you down. Seungcheol sighed and glanced out the window before returning his attention back to the two of you. Why did this have to be so complicated?

“We just need to make sure you’re alright,” he assured, smiling at you softly. That seemed to convince you and you nodded softly. Keeping a grip on Soonyoungs hand, you followed the two of them out of the dorm and out to the waiting car.

Stepping into the shelter gave you major flashbacks, shrinking behind both males as you approached the counter. A bit of talking and a few questions for Soonyoung and you were reluctantly being led into the back where the hybrid rooms were. You were directed into the closest one, taking a seat on the freshly made cot and staring at the wall as you were examined. “Alright, I just need to ask you a few questions and we’ll be done, okay?” the shelter tech asked. You nodded softly, not taking your attention off the wall as you answered to the best of your abilities.

The whole chair was basically shaking with Soonyoung as he bounced his leg impatiently. Seungcheol was beside him and trying to distract him with small talk but gave up and decided to play on his phone instead. Every what-if question was running through Soonyoungs head as he tried to prepare for the worst case scenario while also hoping for the best.

The younger practically leaped out of his seat when the tech walked into the room, bowing softly to them both before taking a seat at the desk.

“You guys are here regarding Y/N correct?” they asked, humming when the males nodded, “were you interested in a potential adoption or just surrendering her to us?”

“Adoption!” Soonyoung perked up before Seungcheol could say anything, causing the older to groan. The tech gave them a confused look before continuing.

“Well if you are interested in an adoption it is possible. Our records indicate her last home surrendered ownership a few weeks ago. As the one who rescued her you would have the rights of ownership first, you would just have to fill out the paperwork and pass a few evaluations.” Soonyoung got visibly excited by this but Seungcheol decided to speak up before he could get too ahead of herself.

“What exactly would the paperwork and evaluations be?” he asked.

“Wild hybrids, especially rare breeds require a bit more special care so we need to make sure you guys would be a good match. Aside from the legal paperwork we need to assess things like financial status, home condition, and given Y/Ns condition we need to analyze her health and behavior to see if she has any special needs. Overall just to make sure that you and the hybrid will be safe and happy to prevent anything from happening.” There was silence as both males thought it over.

“How long would all of this take?” Soonyoung asked.

“Once everything is filled out probably a day or two, you guys could come back and complete the adoption process as soon as you are approved.” Soonyoungs heart dropped when he realized that meant that, no matter what, you would be stuck here for a few days. He had promised you could stay with him and he was starting to feel like he was breaking that promise. Before he could say anything though, Seungcheol was grabbing his hand and speaking again.

“We have a few roommates we need to discuss this with, could we come back tomorrow to fill everything out if we decide to?” He asked. Getting the confirmation that they could, he thanked the tech before walking out. Easier said than done though as he had to drag out a protesting Soonyoung. The younger male whining and pulling against his leader as he kept muttering his promise that he would come back as if you would be able to hear him.

“Stay strong Y/N, I promise I’ll be back soon!”

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❝ two positives don’t make a right ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis you’re not quite sure how he’s seen as so smart when he ends up in quarantine with you. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / hybrid!wonwoo / human!reader / clingy cat woo / soft moment to be honest / covid-19 content warning !! ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing wonwoo x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 1.4k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note this was spurred by an anon ask ageeees ago and i can’t keep hiding it in my drafts lol

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This wasn’t the way your summer was planned to go, certainly not - now as you sprawled out on your double size bed, you couldn’t help but ponder how the hell you’d got in this situation. The positive covid test sat not far from you, as if rubbing it in your face that you’d ended up in this situation in the first place. Was it your coffee catch-up with your best friend? It could have been your recent meeting with Wonwoo, you’d taken him to the park - much to his dismay - to bask in some summer sun. He’d long established he was not happy with that day but you couldn’t unhear his purr as he sprawled out on the grass, his head in your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

But if that was the case, surely one of them would have also felt the symptoms by now - you weren’t too sure if your best friend was asymptomatic but perhaps you should ring her and find out? You were going to think about it the entire time you were in quarantine, it’d put your mind at ease to find out which of your recent explorations had shoved you into your apartment sulking. Groaning, you rolled onto your front so you could reach for your mobile phone that sat on your nightstand. You’d figured to call Wonwoo first, since he’d have his afternoon nap soon and you didn’t want to disturb the cat. 

The phone dialled, buzzing in your ear before you placed it on loud speaker, rolling back onto your back as you waited for your boyfriend to pick up. 

“Hmm?” Wonwoo hummed suddenly as the phone picked up, startling you a little as you had closed your eyes waiting. 

“Did I disturb your nap?” You were quick to ask, seeing as Wonwoo seemed more sluggish than usual, “I’m sorry baby I’ll ask you later.”

“I wasn’t asleep,” Wonwoo interrupted swiftly, despite your suspicions he had definitely been asleep, “what’s up? Did you run out of snacks again?”

You scoffed lightly, eliciting a short laugh from Wonwoo’s end of the phone and you could picture his smug face since he knew you so well.

“No, no I haven’t, I’ll have you know-” you paused, before shaking your head to yourself, “that’s not why I rang, have you got covid symptoms?”

“Not... that I know of?” Wonwoo mumbled and there was rustling on his end, “I can take a test and ring you back - are you positive?”

“Yeah,” you huffed, jutting your lower lip as you stared up at the white ceiling of your apartment bedroom, “I have to quarantine so if you are negative, you can’t come over for a while.”

“Why not?” He was quick to interject, as stubborn as usual - to no shock. 

“Because I’m not getting you sick? You hate being sick, Woo.” You laughed a little at his interjections, sitting up as you let out a cough. A high fever in the middle of the Korean summer is the last thing you wanted, you decided as you leaned towards the portable air conditioning system you’d brought to cope with the amount of sweat pouring from your skin. 

Wonwoo was silent, sulking nonetheless even though you couldn’t see him. He stared amongst his apartment, his tail swishing in annoyance. It was like it was constant bad luck on his behalf if he was a notion towards you testing positive for covid. He exhaled, albeit a little loud as you caught it on the other end of the phone.

“Whatever you’re thinking, no,” you suddenly quipped, causing him to roll his eyes as he lifted his long legs onto the couch, curling himself into a comfier position, “anyways, I’m going to go give Chaewon a call, I’ll speak to you later Woo.”

“Okay.” Wonwoo mumbled stubbornly, lacking the ability to hide his tantrum after you told him no. But would he listen to you? Probably not. You scrolled through your contact list, finding Chaewon’s number and ringing it.

Chaewon was mid-cooking when she picked up the phone, coughing a little into the phone speaker. You quirked a brow.

“Hey Chae, how are you?” You questioned, attempting to keep things normal as if you wasn’t on an investigative mission to find who tested positive with you.

“It feels like my lungs are suffocating, y/n,” she whined, holding the phone away from her as she had a small coughing fit. In the background was the voice of her little brother, “did you test?”

“Yeah, I’m positive too,” you mumbled, staring out of your bedroom window where you watched Seoul’s bustle in the heat, “what about Chanyeol?”

“He’s tested too,” Chaewon’s voice turned malicious, “damn that person, dude! Putting people at risk like that.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry Chae,” you apologised with a soft mumble and Chaewon made a soft sound of acknowledgement, “it’s not your fault y/n.”

-

Inbetween ringing Wonwoo four times a day - he’d say it wasn’t his idea but the cat was clingy and he did start it - and napping, quarantine was dragging. Perhaps it’d have been easier if you lived with someone but other than talking to your numerous plants and complaining over text to Chaewon, you felt very, very alone.

Wonwoo knew this too, he listened to the whines in your voice and the drawl in your words as you started to lose hope being all by yourself. He couldn’t sit idly and watch this happen but he knew you’d murder him so as he browsed the snack aisle in the local 7/11 store, he had to consider whether you could even taste food right now. Shrugging his shoulders, Wonwoo decided you would still eat them eventually anyway.

So he trekked in the summer heat towards your apartment complex, his arms full of your favourite comfort snacks because he was too stingy to buy a bag. His tail swished, albeit slowly as to not hit anybody walking past. It hadn’t completely dawned on him that he existed in a world of people who were not part animal yet, his kind were not shunned. His narrow pupils landed on a young girl skipping past, small deer ears protruding from her head and a tail barely peeking from under her school shirt. Despite how he felt considering the situation with you and also the humid heat he was not basking in, he couldn’t help but smile.

He reached to press the intercom for your apartment, having to use his knuckles as he gripped packets upon packets of snacks so they wouldn’t fall. The intercom buzzed and he waited expectantly for you to answer it.

“Hello?” You spoke sleepily through the machine and Wonwoo’s ears perked, twitching a little as he fought the beaming smile growing on his voice at how close he was to you after all this time.

“Uh, delivery!” Wonwoo chirped, his arms beginning to ache. With a swish of his tail, Wonwoo mentally shook the irritable feeling.

“Woo?” Your voice seemed surprised - good that was his plan, “what the hell are you doing here I’m still quarantining!”

“I can’t sit in my apartment waiting for you to finish it,” he whined, “you sound so lonely, please just open up my arms are hurting.”

There was silence and then static as you released the intercom button. The door clicked and Wonwoo shuffled in using his shoulder, hurriedly making his way to your floor.

You stood at your front door, your arms followed across your chest in disappoint and your face was stern but Wonwoo’s sharp eyes didn’t miss the way your face softened when he turned the corner out of the elevator and you saw his arms full of snacks. You locked the door behind him, watching as he almost sprinted to your kitchen to drop his arms’ load onto one of your counters.

“I can’t believe you,” you uttered in disbelief as he quickly wrapped his arms around you, his tail curling contently, “you’re going to get sick too - you hate being sick, Woo.”

“It’s okay ‘cause you’ll be here,” Wonwoo mumbled into your hair and you sighed, leaning into his chest, “you sounded so down being in here alone. I can’t have that.”

“Two positives don’t make a right.” You replied stubbornly and you didn’t miss the purr Wonwoo emitted.

“Oh well,” Wonwoo chirped, pulling away and looking around your apartment, “anyways where is my fave plant?”

“It’s not cat safe, Jeon Wonwoo!” You exclaimed as he went running off, “how many times do I have to tell you? Get back here!”

#berriesandjunnie #jeon wonwoo #seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen fanfic #seventeen wonwoo #svt #svt fanfic #svt wonwoo #hybrid!wonwoo #hybrid!au #afab!reader #non idol au #m: jeon wonwoo

[shinescape]

Hidden Stripes

Tiger Hybrid Hoshi x Healer Reader

tw: mentions of wounds and scars, a bit angsty :)

note: this idea struck me out of nowhere and here we are. enjoy the read! ✨

Pacing was not enough, you need to see him right now. Biting your newly cut fingernails as you walked around the small cottage, worrying over your companion that hasn’t come back since morning. “I should have gone myself. Where on earth is he?” You stomped out of frustration. 

It was too dark now, you doubt he could see his way to your place if he decided to walk. Earlier, you had asked Soonyoung to gather some scattered branches further up north and he happily accepted your request. But now you regretted ever asking him to do such measly things. Without much thinking, you picked up the lantern that idly sat near the door, as if waiting for you to use it. 

Gripping tightly on the lantern, you took a deep breath before twisting the door knob open. The air was cold and temperature had dropped drastically, especially at this time of the year. The scattered tweeting and chirping from the forest birds was definitely more prominent and despite living there for quite awhile now, you were scared of what’s beyond the tall trees of the isolated woods. 

You managed to take one step out of the door when something in darkness knocked you back inside. You scurried away, eyes flickering to what it was only to find Soonyoung flat on the ground. He looked up at you slightly and gave that familiar smile as always. Lips curved all the way up as his eyes turned into crescents. “I’m back.” You stepped over to him and helped him up to the bed, kicking the door shut as you went. 

“Why are you limping, did you hurt yourself again?” 

“No, I sprinted over and got tired.” 

It was not answering your question but you accepted it for now. You told him to sit down, but he motioned his hand up and was about to take off the cloak he was wearing. It was a piece of garment you’ve never seen before and he wasn’t wearing it earlier when he left. “I brought back firewood as promised.” The hooded cloak fell off along with a bundle of thick wood that was on his back.  

“Thank you.” 

“Anything for you, my love.” 

Shaking your head at his words, Soonyoung laughed back in return. You walked over the fireplace and placed the new bunch beside it. As you turned to walk back to the bed, you saw him wincing as he stretched himself. He didn’t notice you hurried over to his side and jumped when you gripped his shoulder. 

“You are hurt.” 

“I told you, I’m not.” 

“Take it off, Soonyoung.” 

He chuckled, thinking you were joking but the stern look you gave immediately quieted him down. He may be stronger and feared by most but not right now. You watched as he reluctantly took the piece of clothing off and hung his head low after doing so. There was nothing unusual on his arms and torso but when you moved to see his back, Soonyoung backed away to the wall. 

“Let me see it,” He shook his head furiously, like a child protesting after not being able to get what he wanted. “Please?” you knelt down and cupped his knee, moved your head closer to see his face. 

“I hate showing it.” 

“But, it’s hurting you. The least I could do is heal them for good, hmm?” He was not looking at you still and his cheeks were fuller than before. Soonyoung was pouting as hard as he could, thinking you would change your mind and let it off this time.

“Fine.” He murmured out and you were glad he gave in. You crawled up the bed and sat right beside him. You held on his forearm and spotted him frowning at you. He was still putting on a fight. 

“It will be done in a minute, please?” You smiled a bit when he moved forward, revealing his full back to you. At that moment, your smile faltered instantly. He had multiple scars across his back. Some were fresh wounds and you wondered what caused it. You lightly touch the long strokes and without realising a tear trickled down as you counted how many there were. 

With eyes closed, you focused your energy on healing him. As the fresh wounds start to heal, the old scars won’t disappear. The purplish bruises were still there as well. For as long as you’ve been a healer, this never happened before. Before you ran away to the woods, you’ve healed all sorts of sickness and wounds, no scar will stay after the treatment. But somehow, his scars won’t go away. 

Soonyoung sensed your distress as you were still tracing the long strides and frowned deeper. “Why won’t they go away? It…it should be gone by now.” You sobbed feeling helpless that you couldn’t fully recover him.

“It’s fine. Those don't hurt anymore.” He heard you sniffling and was about to turn but you hugged him all of a sudden. Your action surprised him but he let you hold him. Tears trickled down your cheek onto his back and you couldn’t help but bury your face on his warm skin. 

Soonyoung may be different but he doesn’t deserve being treated that way. As you sobbed on his back, you wondered if he would have to go through this his whole life. You felt him patting your hand, trying to calm your sobs. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. Take it as my battle scars.” That made you cry even harder and arms hugging him tighter. You then move to rest your cheek on his back and could still see the faded scars. 

“I don’t understand. Why won’t they fade off like the rest.” The small cottage fell into silence after. He was still patting your hand lightly as if lullying you to sleep.

“I’m cursed. I’m not a true human. Maybe that’s why they won’t disappear.” You felt your heart squeezed at that and he continued. “I was passing by a farm earlier and stopped to see the cows,” he stopped to smile for a moment. “But I forgot I was in my tiger form so the farmer chased me and started hitting me. H-hey what are you doing?” Soonyoung eyes darted around, body suddenly feeling sensitive from the way you were peppering kisses on his bare back. 

“No one has kissed them better before, so I’m doing it now.” 

He unwrapped your arms, turning around, facing you completely. Face solemn as he took in your tear stained face. “Are you not scared of me?” 

“I think it’s a bit too late for that. Besides, you could have devoured me the first time we met but gave me wild berries instead.” You leaned closer, cupping his cheeks and smiled as he pouted at the memory of the first meeting. “I’m not afraid of you and I never will.” 

“And I’ll make sure to protect my dear healer for as long as I live.” His glassy eyes shed a tear as he held onto your wrists and leaned forward to kiss you.

#seventeen imagines #seventeen oneshots #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #hoshi x reader #seventeen x reader #kwon soonyoung x reader #kwon soonyoung #svt hoshi #hybrid au #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop oneshots #kpop fluff

[kiestrokes]

If you had to re-imagine a tale from the Brothers Grimm or Hans Christian Anderson, what would you write?

I hate and love you, because I have the biggestBIGGEST love for Red Riding Hood.

▸hybrids (not omegaverse, but using the ranking dynamics). ▸red cape signals an open mate to their pack. ▸her grandma lives on the outskirts away from the pack, because she doesn't agree with the war that divided them. ▸her gma has helped the injured beta from the other pack, he's the grandchild of her childhood love and best friend. ▸red's lifelong bestie is the alpha of her pack, and he is the beta, meaning the two of them aren't allowed to mate. they keep all of the pack lines strong by pairing them off with a lower ranking mate. ▸she tries to poison the imposter, but her grandma arrives and stops her, explaining and she still tries to proceed with poisoning him. ▸ her alpha wants to form an alliance with the other pack though (there's a reason he is alpha, and she is the hotheaded executioner beta).

Multi Castings: (my alpha is pretty and potentially bisexual. sooo, keep that in mind if any you want to argue my picks) ATEEZ - Yeosang as Alpha, Jongho as Beta * BTS - Seokjin as Alpha, Namjoon as Beta EXO - Sehun as Alpha, Kai as Beta GOT7 - Jinyoung as Alpha, JayB as Beta MONSTA X - Hyungwon as Alpha, Changkyun as Beta NCT - Yuta as Alpha, Mark as Beta * OR Ten as Alpha, Taeyong as Beta SVT - Minghao as Alpha, Hoshi as Beta * SKZ - Felix as Alpha, Chan as Beta * SuperM - Taemin as Alpha, Baekhyun as Beta TXT - Soobin as Alpha, Yeonjun as Beta * is my favorite picks

© COPYRIGHT 2023 by kiestrokes All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be reproduced without written permission from the author. This includes translations. 

#malucefent #the lucifer to my lokie #earth to mars #red riding hood #little red riding hood #brothers grimm #ateez #bts #exo #got7 #monsta x #nct #svt #skz #superm #txt #hybrid #idle pitching #deluhrs

[flurrys-creativity]

Shoganai

shoganai - “it can’t be helped”, resigning yourself to a situation

Pairing: Kwon Soon Young/Hoshi (Seventeen) x GN!Reader; Genre: Hybrid AU, Strangers to hinted lovers, Fluff; Rating: sfw, PG-13; Warnings: sky diving, hinted that the wind is some supernatural being with a mind on its own, somewhat crash landing in the middle of nowhere, a sudden thunderstorm, an abandoned house, tiger hybrid Hoshi, a lightning stroke close to the reader, mentions of undressing, implied nudity (not sexual); Wordcount: 2.725

Summary: Skydiving was supposed to be fun but the weather decided to turn and drift you. Once you land your only shelter from the upcoming storm is an abandoned mansion in the middle of nowhere. Though it might be not as abandoned as you thought.

Event: K-Bucketlist event by @k-vanity​ with the prompts “jumping out a plane” and “checking out an abandoned house”

A/N: It is too late.. and I haven’t finished others from my own project list... but at least I was able to write at all... so please enjoy this one!

Soon Young restlessly paced in front of the fireplace of the abandoned manor he took shelter in. For months he hid there in peace, feeling content with his life despite being somewhat lonely.

The urge to have someone with him grew stronger inside of his heart with every passing day and when he longingly stared into the sky and silently wished for someone to find him there, it was the wind who listened to his earnest words.

It was also the wind, who decided to take action.

“Maybe I just pass this round!” You screamed over the wind howling through the small cabin of the plane. 

“No chance!” Your friend answered you with a bright grin, mischief glimmering in their eyes. They stood right next to the open door, waiting patiently for the professionals to check the parachute. 

You gulped nervously, leaning slowly towards the entrance as you wanted to check the height one more time. Your grip tightened even more around the small handle you had been clutching to the past ten minutes. Even though you wanted to jump and feel the adrenaline rushing through your veins, something inside of you stirred and told you it wasn’t a good idea.

“Could we postpone it to some other day?”

“Y/N, we paid for this and we won’t get that money back! I won’t let it go to waste!”

You winced upon hearing the harsh tone of your friend. A defeated sigh left your lips and you stepped to the handle next to the open door, holding it like your life depended on it. You scanned the area far beneath you, seeing large fields in various shapes of green. A few clouds casted shadows to the ground but otherwise everything appeared peaceful.

“Fine”, you grumbled and looked at the safety instructor, asking her to repeat every little detail you needed to know.

“Awesome!” Your friend clapped into their hands, once the instructor finished. “It’s time.”

“I really don’t think..”

“I swear to god. This isn’t your first jump! Get a grip!” With that your friend pushed you out of the open door, laughing almost hysterically when you let out an ear piercing shriek and jumping right after you.

“I hate you!” You shouted at them, trying to somewhat glare at them. You could only imagine them laughing as the wind and adrenaline made it impossible for you to hear.

The ground came closer with every heartbeat and you automatically placed your hand over the handle you were supposed to pull soon. You looked at your friend, seeing how they shortly nodded before they dove down. You rolled your eyes internally, hating this race as it played with your lifes. At the same time you weren’t one to back out of a challenge.

You swiftly followed your friend, keeping your hand always at the handle to be ready at any second. You passed your friend again, smirking triumphantly, when suddenly another wave of discomfort hit you. Panicked, you pulled the handle, gasping in shock when the added resistance of the parachute pulled you back up.

The second the parachute unfolded the wind picked up its pace and pulled you further away from your friend and the original landing spot.

You cursed as you tried to steer the parachute against the force of nature, ignoring the dread filling your stomach and mind. 

Another gust of wind pushed you towards a mountain range. If you hadn’t been so panicky about crashing into the mountain side, you would have probably noticed how peculiar the wind blew you around. 

You screamed when you dropped out of the air, looking up at the parachute in fear it ripped but instead it was pushed inwards. Tears started to stream down your face while you tried everything in your hand to fix the issue, feeling like a toddler in a high stool trying to get something.

Right before you crashed into the canopy of a thick forest the wind changed its direction and carried you across the trees.

Your chest rapidly rose and fell from your erratic breathing. Your vision faded at the edges more often than you’d like and you were sure, if you wouldn’t land soon you would pass out hanging midair.

As if the wind heard your thoughts it stopped blowing all together. A sob ripped through your lips and you tried steering the parachute towards a clearing ahead of you.

Once your feet touched the ground you toppled over, crying heavily while thanking anyone willing to hear your prayers for surviving whatever you just experienced. You needed several minutes to cease your crying before you frantically stripped yourself of the parachute, kicking against it out of frustration.

More minutes passed before you calmed down enough and looked around. You noticed an almost hidden path between the trees but hesitated following it, as you didn’t know whether it was man made or a trail from wild animals.

You probably would have contemplated your decision a lot longer if the wind hadn’t piped up again, bringing dark rain clouds. As soon as the first heavy drops fell from the sky, you ignored your nagging feeling and started running. You simply hoped the path would lead you to a street or a village nearby.

The rain got stronger and stronger with each second, soaking your clothes and hair. Raindrops clung to your eyelashes and cold seeped into your skin. Despite running, you started to shiver.

Through the thick ropes of water you noticed the forest clearing ahead of you. Picking up your pace, you ran onto the grounds of a manor. You barely noticed the broken windows, splintering paint and missing tiles as you sprinted around the manor and towards the entrance door.

You hammered with your fist against the old, withered wood, suppressing another shiver. With the heavy rain behind you, you weren’t able to hear anything from inside and after the third knock you pushed against the door, relieved it opened and let you in.

The wind howled through the dusty hallway. A lightning bolt lit the area shortly, showing you broken and pushed over furniture.

You trembled again and tried making you as small as possible to conserve some body heat. You waited for the next flash of light, moving around whenever you saw something. You wanted to find the kitchen of the manor as fast as possible, hoping to find a candle and some matches in one of the drawers.

For once you felt lucky when you actually found what you were searching for. You lit the candle and inhaled deeply from the satisfaction of having a better light source now.

The kitchen didn’t look much different from the hallway, except that it appeared to be much cleaner and less dusty - almost used even.

You wandered around the manor, intrigued by the old building. With a thunderstorm raging outside there wasn’t much else for you to do anyway. 

On your expedition through the rooms you found a bathroom and old towels, deciding to change your wet clothes for one of the large towels - at least for now. You wrung out your clothes over the bathtub, wincing at the amount of water you were able to get out of them.

The wind continued to rattle against the outside of the manor even when you finished your wandering in the large living room, standing in front of an old fireplace. 

You squinted your eyes and stepped closer to it, feeling remnants of heat coming from the stones around the place. You clutched the towel harder against your front, when you saw the glint of a dying ember.

“Hello?” You turned around with the candle in your hand. “Is anybody there?” Your breathing became shallow as your thoughts raced around your head, spinning the worst possible scenarios. 

You quickly placed the candle next to the fireplace and started to get into your wet clothes again, wincing in disgust from the feeling against your skin. Still, there was no way you would in this manor with someone else hiding around here.

Once you were fully clothed, you dropped the towel and ran the path back to the main entrance. You hurried outside, getting hit by cold raindrops instantly. 

You weren’t even able to make three steps when a lightning bolt hit a tree at the edge of the clearing. The power behind it as well as the deafening cracking sound, making you scream and stumble back. 

Before you could fall to the ground someone caught you and carried you back inside the manor. The person held you close to their chest, their heart rapidly beating against your form. You heard a small chuff coming from that person as they carried you through the manor and placed you on something plush in another room.

“Don’t”, the person said lowly, clearing their throat before continuing, “be scared.” 

You simply nodded, unable to say anything or move further - the fear still grasping you tightly. You blinked a few times when the flames grew bigger inside of the fireplace, showcasing a person crouching in front of it. 

A person with a tail and round ears on top of their head.

You gasped involuntarily as you realised you stumbled into the territory of a wild hybrid. 

He turned his head slightly, eyes reflecting the source of light and shining almost eerily while they stared at you. 

You swallowed harshly, feeling literally like prey under that stare. A soft squeak left your lips when he suddenly stood up. You placed your hand over your beating heart while your eyes followed his movements around the room. You squeaked again when he threw the towel at you and left the room, shortly returning after to throw something else on the couch next to you.

You watched him placing another towel on his own head and carefully drying his hair. He stood close to the fire and you noticed droplets of water falling from his torn sweater to the ground, a pang of guilt piercing your heart.

The tip of his striped tail flicked restlessly behind him and you saw how he glanced at you every now and then from underneath the towel.

“Thanks”, you whispered and slowly started to dry off yourself as well, still watching the hybrid carefully.

“It’s dangerous outside.”

You nodded softly, unsure whether he meant the world itself or the thunderstorm that continued raging outside. “It is. I hope you can forgive me for just barging into your home.” You bit on your lower lip and avoided looking at him.

“You’re safer here.” He stopped drying his hair and looked at you intently, a small frown appearing on his face. His lower lip pushed outwards as he continued to stare at you.

“Is something wrong?” You asked hesitantly, slowly shifting underneath his gaze. 

“You’re not changing into the dry clothes I got you.” He pointed at the pile next to you on the couch.

You followed his finger, your mouth forming the shape of an ‘o’ in your surprise. “I didn’t notice. Thank you.” You carefully grabbed the first item and unfolded it, seeing an equally torn sweater like the one the hybrid was wearing. “What about you? Do you have another set of dry clothes?” You looked back up to him.

He shook his head, but before you were able to refuse his offer to wear his clothes he spoke up: “My body heat is higher than that of humans. My clothes will dry soon enough. Especially when I’m next to the fire.”

“Take at least the pants”, you said and held the jogging pants towards him. “The sweater is big enough to cover me.” To underline your statement, you pulled the sweater over your body, showing how it ended mid your thighs.

The hybrid huffed but grabbed the pants nonetheless, immediately getting out of his wet pants.

You tensed and spun around, looking the other way as quickly as possible. You never really came in contact with a hybrid beyond the greeting and occasional small talk and since you were against owning a being with a free will you never bothered to inform yourself about any habits that might occur while living with one. 

“Aren’t you changing?”

You squeaked when he suddenly addressed you. “I, uh -” You turned around and looked at him with an awkward smile - “I usually don’t undress in front of someone else.”

He looked at you for a moment longer before his face lit up in understanding. Without another word he silently turned around, facing away from you.

You blinked a few times, staring at him a little longer. It felt strange changing clothes with him in the same room but you couldn’t say it felt bad. Somehow, you felt assured in his presence.

“I’m done”, you mumbled and sat back down on the couch, scooting to the edge closer to the warm fire. “Thanks again.”

For a while both of you kept silent and only watched the flames dancing within the fireplace. They casted shadows on your faces and the wall behind you two and slowly but surely lured you into a state of drowsiness.

You suppressed a yawn, realising now that the adrenaline had dissipated within your body, you felt drained and exhausted - ready to sleep for at least half a day if you could. Yet, you tried to stay awake, wanting to know more about the hybrid that crouched down in front of the fire.

He was close enough for you to touch him if you stretched your arm. Your fingers twitched with the thought of petting his fluff ears. You quickly balled your hands into fists and pressed them against your body. “I never asked for your name”, you blurted out, trying to distract your initial thoughts.

“Soon Young. I’m a korean tiger hybrid. The last tiger of Korea.” 

You smiled with endearment when his chest swelled with pride while he introduced himself, the tip of his tail twitching in excitement. “Nice to meet you”, you whispered and bowed your head towards him as you introduced yourself as well.

Soon Young chuffed softly upon hearing your name, repeating it inaudibly for himself. He scooted slightly closer to you, starting to ask you a bunch of questions. He was eager to know as much as possible about you, such as how you came to the manor, where you lived, if you owned a hybrid, where you worked, what you thought of him and many more.

You laughed quietly and tried to answer all of his questions, thankful he kept you somewhat awake for now. You bit on your lower lip to prevent yourself from bursting into a fit of laughter seeing his broad grin, swelled chest and eyes that turned into crescent moons right after you told him you were quite impressed by his aura.

By now Soon Young sat right in front of you, his tail had curled around your ankle at one point and he now rested his head on your lap, chuffing in content when you brushed through his hair.

Your heart fluttered softly. You were surprised by how sociable he was but didn’t feel opposed to it. Instead you found it quite welcoming and came to love the familiarity with him.

As time passed your eyelids got heavier, leading your eyes to be closed a longer time than they stay open. Yet, you couldn’t just fall asleep now. The storm hadn’t lessened so far but you knew once it stopped, you would have to leave. After all, at least one person would be searching for you and you couldn’t let them think the worst.

“Soon Young?” You mumbled sleepily, head already lolling to the side.

He hummed quietly as he stood up and moved you into a lying position on the couch.

You grabbed his wrist, wordlessly asking him to stay close. You hummed in satisfaction when Soon Young lied down next to you, nudging his nose against your cheek with a happy chuff. “Would you live with me?”

“Here?”

You shook your head. “No, at my place. Near the city.”

Soon Young stayed silent for a while and you started to worry you might have offended him with the question. But before you could apologise to him, Soon Young answered you. “Yes, please.”

You yawned softly, grinning against his chest. “I’m glad.”

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[horanghoe]

Spring is safer than Summer ♡

(a hybrid!svt, tiger!hoshi, fluff drabble)

Please note: this is an edited version of this right here.

members/group: Hoshi / SVT

pairing: Hoshi/Reader

genre: fluff, one swear !!

T/W’s : none; other than being way too cute for my shit-show of a hell-blog

Pls dm me if you would like a trigger warning added <3

shoutout to my fellow furry loving idiots

<3 @raibebe & @flowerboykun & @kthpurplesyou <3

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A sunny afternoon.

That midsummer feeling.

Where time melts, and fullness comes from walking in a busy brush, your nearest park, around the block.

It’s too hot to hold hands, but being in your partner’s presence is enough.

Soonyoung smiled. At you. Until his gums appeared and his blush hit the inside top-tips of his folded triangle ears.

You smiled back. Love often didn’t come with words.

Some languages got close, but - it’s a *feeling* - not a bunch of random words assembled together in an archaic code.

“Do you really want to go out to Laura’s party later? It’s like, all the way down the coast. Pretty long way to go for such an unreliable friend?”

Hoshi stopped abruptly, arm brushing yours as he turned to crouch next to a group of beautiful, and rather large-for-the-occasion daisies. His tail curled up against his leg then back down against the asphalt. Unfurling as his head tipped forward.

With a lack of response, you continued.

“I don’t know, it just feels like a waste of an evening?”

He poked and prodded at the floors in front of him, like a house cat toying with loose string ends.

“Kwon Soonyoung! I am trying to have a conversation -” 

Your puff of annoyance was soon discarded.

As a daisy slipped behind your ear, and Soonyoung’s body returned to the space next to yours. He chuffed softly, tucking his hands into his pockets. Pushing you gently with his shoulder. Nuzzling your cheek, barely. Before walking slowly forward, continuing the pace set before.

Your insides felt like wobbly jelly for a moment. Stalling - before dashing to catch up a few strides ahead.

Soonyoung shrugged lazily, watching you affectionately as you tipped forward, adjusting your speed like a giddy kid. That you weren’t anymore, thankfully, but your mannerisms were much the same. Clumsy, loud. Skittish, kind.

Sometimes he thought about you like this - in the early spring, the two of you kids again - but that time had passed, and you were in the newest phase of your lives. Adulthood appeared hard and fast. But love made it a little easier on the spirit.

His ears tipped forward when you linked a loose arm, hanging from his taller one. Mostly holding his sleeve.

“I don’t mind. But you’re right - it does seem like a waste of such a nice evening.”

You peered up at him as he spoke, smiling with a weak nod. 

Your mind wandered as you kept walking. Journeying to nowhere in particular beyond neighbourhood roads and the cement ruins near your local schools. There’s nowhere quite like home. Especially on such a hazy summer day. 

Soonyoung emitted something close to a purr - or at least the closest he could represent. Tongue pressed to the palette of his mouth to soften the rough chuffs, pulling you closer only to lightly push you away. 

“Let’s go home?” He decided, for the both of you.

You nodded, stifling a yawn, resting your head against his arm.

“Sounds like a plan.” 

Soonyoung’s ears flickered as a cool gust of wind rounded the corner of the library building, breaking the dead warm air. His tail swished to wrap loosely around your ankle, before slipping back away. Huffing deeply, eyes creased and body tensing before sneezing off to the side with a full body shiver.

“You’re gross~” You giggled, pushing him away from you before you thudded back together like swings of gravity.

“Nerd.” He chuckled, offering his hand.

And despite the heat, you accepted the offer.

~~~••••~~~~~☆☆☆~~~~~••••~~~

Upon entering your flat, trailing up the stairs with heavy and lethargic passion; Soonyoung collapsed onto the cool tan sofa in front of the window. Spreading his limbs out in a way that truly showed his tiger characteristics.

He settles, before jumping up, moving far too quickly to move into the bedroom and change into softer clothes. His choice was some grey cotton shorts and a matching white t-shirt.

“Ah, comfy clothes, is it?” You shouted from the kitchen.

Distracted by your shuffling in the fridge, Soonyoung chose his moment perfectly.

The lack of response to your question made you frown, turning to see where he had gone, two ice lollies in hand. 

Turning towards the open room, you frowned deeper.

But before you could shout for him, two arms wrapped firmly around your waist to haul you up and into circles.

Soonyoung laughed pretty hard at your noises of surprise - overwhelming his instincts with love and guilt, folding his ears back to pull you into a solid hug. He dabbed at his eyes and coughed slightly, stomach aching in simultaneous pride.

“You shit! You scared the hell out of me!” Your protests and whine fizzled out into laughter as he nuzzled your face with flushed cheeks.

“Whatever, you totally got me… Nerd.” You laughed, pulling away to brandish the two ice lollies with a roll to your eyes.

“Thanks, cutie. And sorry - I couldn’t help it. Instincts and all.” Soonyoung shrugged with a canine-pierced smile.

Rolling your eyes with a smile pressing to your cheeks, you passed them to his awaiting hands, skipping past.

“Pick a film babe! And don’t fall asleep by the time I’ve finished this call! Laura will have questions, and I have hella excuses to make ~!”

Soonyoung giggled. You still ran so awkwardly, it was adorable. All wobbly like a baby giraffe.

~~~••••~~~~~☆☆☆~~~~~••••~~~

By the time you had finished the call, wandering back into the lounge.

Hoshi had fallen fast asleep.

His frame was highlighted by the gradually setting sun, warm orange hues melding his bright tail fur to the creme sofa and throw - black ears flicking as you neared the sofa on tiptoes.

Gently placing the lollies in his lap into the bin, you returned to awe over the tired sun-flushed boy. What a handsome soul to live and grow beside. To learn from each other.

“I knew you’d fall asleep, Soonie ~” You whispered with a loving sigh, carefully climbing into the blanket to press against his side.

Soonyoung stirred in his sleep, ears folded and eyes if only a little crossed. 

“hmm?” He grunted, brows pulled into a frown.

“Nothing, go back to sleep.” Placing a kiss against his cheek you allowed him to flop sideways into you, curling against you like a huge feline.

Well, that's exactly what he was. His face nuzzled into your neck before settling. The heat must have gotten to him.

Ah - he must have left the tv on for you.

You sneakily snatched the remote from his deadweight hands, moving to sit against the edge of the sofa (the arm).

Soonyoung frowned, ears flat and tail flicking out of sight as he fully awoke to your movements.

In his semi-conscious state, he let out a yawn backfired by the crackle of a feline vocalisation, before turning to you.

To your surprise, he tackles you head on. And with a disgusting amount of ease.

Patiently pushing and prodding your back against the arm of the sofa, legs stretched wide.

Only this time, his head was very much on your chest and his cheeks were very much squished against your collarbone.

“Stop moving. You’re comfy.” He chuffed weakly against your skin.

 grew weaker the more he slept back into sleep.

his tail lazily lapped against the blanket until it broke free - to rest on, and curl over, your calf.

“You’re not exactly *light* Soon.”

Laughing to yourself softly, and finally freeing a leg to get comfortable, you reached to calm him - His persistent nuzzling letting you know he couldn’t sleep yet.

As he hugged your ribs beneath him, your fingers massaged the day's strain away from the base of his ears was like heaven.

And he showed his appreciation by a deep shiver, something close to a mewl, followed by deeper and more consistent chuffs.

But still, he couldn’t fall asleep.

"Safe?” He muttered softly.

You almost didn’t catch it. but nodded. instead, running your fingers through his short hair and over his scalp.

“I’m safe with you, always, Soonyoung. You can sleep.”

He smiled against your skin; turning his face to hide his ears; only it always crept up to the tip of his ears.

He caught your hand, bringing it down to nuzzle against and scent for comfort, before holding it to his lips for a delicate kiss.

“Mhmm. safe.”

He quickly fell asleep.

With a loose grasp to your fingers. pressed underneath his chin for security.

Ears twitching against your chin, body resting above your own.

You would spend time wondering what it was he was dreaming about.

But the poor beast had very little going on in that magnificent brain of his.

A lot like his best friends -

Retriever hybrid Dokyeom, and bear hybrid Seungkwan.

But god did you love him -

Such a beautiful idiot.

- love liv

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well would you look at that: updated 03/MAY/2022

A completely selfish drabble :)

#livs soft hours ♡ #seventeen #svt #hybrid!seventeen #hybrid!hoshi #hybrid!svt #hybrid seventeen #can u tell its hybrid yet u dumb algorithm 😈 #svt hoshi #svt soonyoung #seventeen hoshi #seventeen soonyoung #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #hoshi fluff #svt drabbles #seventeen drabbles #hoshi drabble #hoshi #kwon soonyoung #soonyoung drabble #soonyoung fluff #man idk boost it if u like it im in it for the niche audiences #moots <3

[anonnie-in-wonderland]

I’m not sure if it’s important but the plots tied to these two ideas are totally different. The SVT one would probably be hybrid!reader and human!SVT in an idolverse. The BTS one is a toss up. I actually have two possible ways that could go hybrid!readerxhuman!BTS also in an idolverse (but I promise a totally different plot than the SVT one) or hybrid!BTSxhybrid!reader. Making use of the polls and letting you all decide!

#hybrid!au #hybrid!reader #bts fanfic #svt fanfic #hybrid!bts

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

ok so, I just had a brain rot about black cat wonwoo with a ginger cat reader and it’s driving me insane-it could be fluffy or smut or both even

I love your posts btw! I always get so excited when I see you on my feed 🥹🫶

tysm for your love🥺

tw: black cat hybrid!wonwoo, ginger cat hybrid!fem!reader, mean dom!wonwoo, bratty reader, manhandling, unprotected sex (pls stay safe), mentions of breeding kink, mentions of house damages - minors dni.

"Y/N, for the love of the Christmas spirit, please stay away from the damn tree."

"But I can't! It's impossible!" You shake the garland in your hands. "Everything is so shiny and glittery and UGH!"

"I swear, ginger cats are everyone's worst nightmare during Christmas." Wonwoo sighs audibly.

"You're a cat as well! Aren't you even a little bit tempted to play around?"

"Yeah, but I prefer to listen to the rational part of my brain."

"And what does it say?"

"It says to stop my rare ginger cat girlfriend from destroying the Christmas tree." He snatches the garland from your hands.

"You're mean! A big black mean cat!" Your words come out with a light growl and your tail smacks against your legs rapidly.

"I'm sorry, darling. But cleaning up after tons of glitter and tree remnants will be hell for the both of us."

"But it will be fun if we both participate!"

"Y/N, you literally hate cleaning up."

"At least I tried." You shrug and sit down next to the base of the tree.

You look at the decorations hanging from the branches and your cat urges, mixing with your impish attitude get the better of you and you start toying with the golden balls.

"Y/N, you better not be playing with the decorations."

"I am not! I just fixed a crooked branch." You feign innocence.

You take a peek from your point of view and notice Wonwoo's shirt riding up just enough to see a part of his abdomen and the faint veins over them, while he's stretched to his full height and decorate the upper parts of the tree.

With one rough tug on the bottom branches, you bring down the entire tree and it falls with a loud sound on the floor, a few decorations cracking.

You are sat on the floor when you look up to Wonwoo, whose ears are flattened on his hair and his tail is flapping

"Oopsie." You grin and you spring on your feet to run away from him.

"Get the fuck back here!" He chases you down all the way to the bedroom and jumps on you to pin you down on the mattress.

"I told you to not mess around with the fucking Christmas tree, kitty." He hisses in your ear.

"And I never listen to you." You giggle underneath him and swish your tail over his crotch.

"Ever the bratty ginger kitty, are you?" He sinks his nails in the fabric of your leggings and tears a large hole in them, exposing your bare cunt.

"Of course you weren't wearing panties - no wonder I could smell your damn cunt from a mile."

"What happened to listening to the rational part of your brain, Wonu?" You tease him by pushing your ass on his clothed bulge.

"It flew out of the window the moment I started dating you." He kicks your legs apart and takes out his half hardened cock, climbing on top of you to mount you.

"Do I have to fuck you senseless in order to make you listen? Hm?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe?" Wonwoo pushes his dick in your hole until he's balls deep inside you. "So you say that maybe I should fuck your bratty cunt full of my cum until you're with pretty little kittens?"

You purr softly and arch your lower half upwards in satisfaction, slowly fucking yourself on your boyfriend's cock.

"I'll take that as a yes."

#svthub #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo smut #svt wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #svt fluff #svt smut #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #seventeen #answered✨ #tw hybrid

[jwirecs]

Hellooo!! I was reading mingyu smut wear the reader is a hybrid (if I'm not mistaken a puppy hybrid). Mingyu sort of adopt her? I really hope I can find it againnn 😭

helloo!!

unfortunately i was not able to find this fic. 😭

i tried everything that i use to look for fics and nothing particular popped up.

if anyone happens to know this fic, please do let us know! 🥺

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen smut #seventeen hybrid au #anon #replies #seventeen angst #seventeen fluff #svt scenarios #svt fluff #svt angst #svt smut #svt: asks #kmg: asks

[fluffquinn]

Tiger Trouble

Pairing: hybrid!hoshi x oc

tw: none yet!

w.c.: 1,163

a/n: oooh! I'm so excited to kick off this series, and I really hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Today was the big day. Blaire had finally decided to adopt a hybrid, and she was now heading over to the hybrid shelter in her city. Her friend Minghao worked there as a receptionist, while her other friend, Mingyu, was one of the nurses. They had been urging her to get a hybrid for the past few months, and after considering some things, such as her living space and bills, Blaire discovered that she could just barely afford to get one. The only thing she might have to do is put in extra hours at work.

Getting out of her car, Blaire smoothed out her crop-top button-up and walked through the shelter doors. Minghao's bright smile was the first thing that greeted her, then after that was his long arms around her shoulders,

"You finally decided to get one, huh?", he asked, flaming red hair bouncing as he hopped on the tips of his toes. Blaire chuckled, nodding,

"Yeah, I did. I'm nervous, though. I've never had one, not even when I was a kid.", she said, rubbing the side of her neck. it was common for families to own younger hybrids while their kids are still young, it allowed them to leave their kids to their own devices and not have to worry about them getting bored and begging for attention. 

"Don't be! I'm sure all the hybrids you meet today will love you! I'll call Mingyu out, I'm sure he'd love to see you.", he let go of her shoulders and practically skipped through the 'employees only' door. A few seconds later, Mingyu's large figure shot out of the door and slammed into her.

"I'm so glad you're here! Our groveling has finally worked!", he exclaimed, shaking Blaire back and forth as he spoke. Minghao laughed, putting his hand on Mingyu's shoulder,

"Alright, alright, don't give her Shaking Baby Syndrome. Let's get the paperwork for her to fill out, and then introduce her to some hybrids.", Minghao said, pulling Mingyu away and shoving him back through the 'employees only' door before settling back into his seat behind the front desk. 

After a little while of sifting through papers, he pulled out a packet of papers,

"These are for background checks, criminal records, and animal allergies, etc. it's to make sure that no harm will come to you or the hybrid for reasons x, y, or z. Just fill this out, and then we can move on to showing you the hybrids we have with us today.", he explained, handing Blaire a pen from the desk and motioning to a seat in the lobby before returning to his work. 

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Finishing the paperwork, Blaire handed it to Minghao and he looked over it for a moment before nodding at her and getting up from the desk. Popping his head into the back room, he called for one of his co-workers, Jihoon, to take over at the front desk for him. Grabbing Blaire's wrist, he took her through grey double doors, leading to a large white and pastel-colored room. 

Hybrids of all ages were lounging around the room, just doing whatever, but they all paused and turned their attention to the two standing at the door. Blaire shuffled around nervously, jolting whenever Minghao gently pushed her forwards into the room. All of a sudden, the hybrids crowded around her, the younger ones pawing at her legs, making her fight back a coo. 

Settling down in an area in the room, the hybrids approached her in smaller groups this time. There were a few that caught her attention, but none that really stood out to her as someone she would want to live with. There was a sweet deer hybrid named Vernon, and Blaire knew immediately one of her friends, Seina would adore him. Looking around the room, Blaire noticed a hybrid curled up in the corner, a frown on his face.

Standing up and walking over, Blaire crouched in front of the hybrid. The hybrid's ears swiveled towards her, eyes flicking towards her as well, but never making eye contact. Blaire smiled gently, reaching her hand out, palm up,

"Hey there, um, I'm Blaire.", she said, which made him look up again, this time locking eyes. He gave a half-smile, the type you give when you don't really want to talk to someone, but you do it to be polite. 

"So, what kind of hybrid are you?", she asked, assuming he was a tiger, but wanting to engage him in conversation.

"A tiger, why?", he confirmed, narrowing his eyes at her. Blaire grinned, undeterred by his stand-offish attitude,

"Awesome! I love tigers! They're super pretty and very strong. Majestic, too! I did a research project on them in, like, 4th grade or something.", she said, rambling slightly. The hybrid slowly raised his head, feeling his ego being boosted with each word. Blaire kept talking about her 4th-grade project, eventually getting side-tracked into talking about how much she hated her math teacher from the same year. 

The hybrid just leaned his chin on his arms, just watching her talk. She was very animated, waving her hands around, and mocking expressions and voices. His eyes, once sharp and distrustful, were now softened and his body was relaxed. Minghao came over and placed his hand on Blaire's shoulder, shocking her out of her regaling of the tale of how Jun had almost eaten a frog. 

Minghao told her it was time to leave and Blaire pouted up at him but nodded anyway. Turning back to the hybrid, she smiled at him and slowly reached up, waiting for him to move away from her. But, he didn't, so Blaire scratched his ears before mussing his hair up and following Minghao out. She gave one last wave to everyone in the room and the door shut behind her.

"So, taken a liking to Soonyoung, eh?", Minghao said, smiling knowingly at his friend. 

"Soonyoung? Is that the tiger hybrid's name?", she asked, tilting her head, letting her brown hair fall over her shoulders. Minghao nodded,

"Yeah, but the other hybrids call him 'Hoshi', 'tiger's gaze'", he said, walking Blaire to her car.

"So, if I come back next week, same time, and I get him to agree, can I take him home?", Blaire asked, referring to the pretty tiger. Minghao nodded, his bright smile only growing in size. 

"Well then, I'll see you next week!", she exclaimed, quickly driving home. 

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After arriving home, Blaire flopped onto her bed, squealing and kicking her feet in delight. Feeling sleepy, Blaire placed her head on her pillow, kicked her shoes haphazardly onto the floor, and fell asleep to dreams of cute chuffs and sleepy cuddles.

#hoshi #svt hoshi #svt soonyoung #svt hybrid au #hoshi hybrid au #soonyoung #hybrid au #kpop fanfic

[thetypingpup]

pervy mingyu with puppy!reader and her heats…… that’s it that’s the tweet

Gonna say this as scattered thoughts if that's ok 👍🏾

Omg he loves how eager and cock hungry you get. He loves the sight of you between his legs, nosing at his cock and nuzzling his balls, your hands pawing at his thighs in a silent plea. He can see how his scent riles you up, how your tail starts to wag the longer you're slotted between his legs. He thinks you look so so pretty like this, with your ears perked up in interest, with your pretty eyes blinking up at him, with your pretty lips subtly mouthing at his length, your tongue peeking out every now and then for a taste. He thinks about cumming on your pretty face to mark you as his before really starting to satisfy your heat, wanting to claim you as his with his seed and make you want more.

That said he especially loves the way you suck his dick when you're in heat. You're even more eager than usual, and somehow even cuter. He adores the sight of you just suckling on the head and blinking up at him, your hands subtly pawing at his thighs to plead for more. It's like you're hungry for him, the way you suck him into your mouth, taking his entire length whenever he slides all the way into your mouth, working him with your throat. He lets you suck him off whenever you want when you're in heat, just so he can take in the adorably wanton sight of you on your knees for him.

He thinks about fucking you all the time, thinks about railing you and filling you with his cum, but he doesn't until you beg for it. He wants you to beg him to satisfy your heat, loving how whiny and wanton you sound. He wants you to beg like the cute little puppy you are for what you want, and he'll gladly give it to you. It doesn't matter of it's the middle of the night, or outside the bedroom. If his puppy begs for him, then he's always gonna give you what you want.

He likes taking his time teasing you when you're in heat too. He's of course going to give you what you want, but sometimes he likes to make you wait for it, make you beg for him, just so he can stare at you. He likes when you squirm around on the bed, messing up the sheets, completely naked. You're so overtaken with fits of frenzied heat, you don't know whether to lie on your back or roll over onto your hands and knees and present yourself to him. He likes the sight of both, but his guilty pleasure is having you on your back and telling you to stay with your legs spread, just so he can stare at your pussy. He loves the way your heat flares for him, already opening up and he hasn't even touched you yet. He loves the way your slick essence seeps from your centre, practically pouring from your waiting hole. He knows you taste as good as you look, so he builds the anticipation for you both while you by stroking his cock to the sight, letting saliva pool on his tongue. He makes you beg for him on your own accord, so worked up and so overwhelmed by your spiking temperature that you just can't take anymore. He loves the way you whine for him like this, sounding so far gone when you cry out "please. please i need you 🥺". The juxtaposition of you asking him to do the most filthy things to you while wearing such an endearing pout, your voice sounding almost innocent while your entire body is delectably on display for him, your ears lowering against your head and your tail wagging, all while your chest heaves and your pussy is completely exposed to his lecherous gaze, it's almost enough to have him cumming all over you right then and there.

And sometimes he does, just painting your entire body in pearlescent strands of white, just to ruin you even more. Seeing you squirm around, gathering his cum on your fingertips and frantically licking it off, or letting it accumulate on your fingers before sliding them into your waiting hole, just to have his seed inside you like your body craves, fuck he loves it so much it's enough to make him hard again and really fuck you like you want.

He has really sensitive nipples, so something he fucking loves is having you pinned down in a mating press, fucking you, while you suck on his nipples and paw at his chest. It sends the most delicious tingles up his spine, especially when you run your nails down his back at the same time. The barrage of sensations happening simultaneously makes him cum so much harder, and he really likes hearing your howling cries when he cums this hard inside of you.

#hybrid!au #seventeen smut #seventeen mingyu smut #svt smut #svt mingyu smut