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Your bratty attitude landed you in the position you were in, bent over the arm of the black leather sofa. One too many complaints about redoing the chorus of the title track to your new album and Hongjoong lost the patience that has been hanging by a thread for the last week of working with you. Nevermind your teasing touches and all of the innuendos thrown his way by you, it was your continuous lack of work ethic that made him snap and put you in your place.

A firm hand gripped the hair at the crown of your head, bunched up in a fist at the root of your hair while the other hand worked you on his cock. Slamming your hips against his pelvis, splatters of your wetness leaving droplets on the side of the sofa, coating your inner thighs and his pelvis. Hongjoong was thankful for the sound proofness of his studio, your wailing and the sound of your messy pussy would be echoing down the company hallway if not for it. 

“Such a pretty voice. If only you could sound this pretty when I asked you to, you wouldn't be wasting my time and crying on my cock.” Hongjoong pushes out through gritted teeth. The slide of him in your tight walls felt fucking magical he could nut in you then and there. But he had a lesson to teach. 

“I’m s-s-orry,” you manage to moan out. Probably the 35th time you've apologized since he pushed your face into the cold leather and split you open. He’s so thick, the way he fills you up each time he punches his hips forwards, fucking bruises into the hinge where your upper thighs meets your lower abdomen on the arm of the couch, it's overwhelming in the best way possible. 

He laughs a wicked laugh, “Spoiled brats like you are never sorry,” he spits. “You just don't want to suffer the consequences of your actions.” He curls the fist in your hair tighter, making your scalp stings. You hiss, bringing a hand up from the couch cushion to grab at his wrist and alleviate the pain. You yelp and drop your hand back down when he just tugs harder, pulling your body up to hover parallel to the ground. The hand digging into your hip moves to your mouth, palm covering your lips, the side of his thumb resting right under your nose, the other four fingers curving around the side of your face digging into your cheek. He stops his brutal thrusts, only after shoving himself so far inside that you feel like he's inside your stomach.

Leaning down and pressing his lips right against your ear, his words send a pulsing throb straight to your clit, “I don't want to hear another apology come out of your pathetic mouth. All I want to hear is the pretty pitch of these slutty moans, got it princess?” All you can do is attempt a nod, which seems good enough for him. He nips at your ear lob right before he pulls away and resuming sawing into you. Thank god it's easy for the moans to spill free through his palm, at this angle all words seem to disappear from your brain anyways. 

He's deceptively strong, being able to hold your body up just by the hold he has on your hair and the press of his hand around your mouth. The tips of your fingers barely graze the arm of the couch as he rolls his hips into you. Your scalp stings, you already know you won't be able to wear extensions for awhile. You’ll have to come up with

an excuse for your stylist, definitely can't let them know you were fucking the producer your father hired. 

He switches up the angle of his thrusts, making you jerk and clench around his cock particularly harder than you been, “Oh fuck. There we go, baby. Keep clenching around this dick like that. I’ll be filling this pussy up in no time.” The moan you let out sounds like it's not being muffled by his hand at all. The tightness in your tummy increased, that familiar feeling of an orgasm approaching at a dire speed. So fast you panic, wiggling to get away because it felt so intense, bordering on painful. 

“Joong! Joong!” You completely forget his order to stay quiet. He freezes and you could die right then and there. 

He tuts, “Dumb, dumb baby.” Your heart slams in your chest, anxiety spiking at an all time high. What was he going to do? Not let you cum? Drag it out? Make you beg? All of it sounds like torture in this moment, you were so fucking close you wanted to do Hongjoong the honors and just slap yourself for being such an idiot.

He guides you back over the arm of the chair and removes the grip on your hair, but keeps his hand pressed tight against your mouth. “You’re such a shit listener. I can't really blame you fully though, that's just how you were raised, huh? Getting everything you want, not having to really work for it.” He runs a finger down the length of your spine to the dip in your lower back, dragging in to the side and around your waist to your front where he pinches your clit suddenly. You squeal and kick out your legs as much as you could with how close he was pressed against you. Unsurprisingly it doesn't deter him in the slightest, he keeps his thumb and the knuckle of his index finger in a tight squeeze around the nub. 

The breathing through your nose gets quicker and quicker, try to take in as much oxygen as you can to calm yourself down. Hongjoong sighs, “The only way to learn is to show you that if you don't do what you’re asked, you lose something in return.” 

Before you can even ponder what he means, your ability to breathe through your nose vanishes. The pressure around your nostrils is what alerts your sex dumb brain that his thumb from the hand still wrapped around your mouth has come up to pinch your nose shut with the edge of his index finger. Instincts kick in and you're shaking your head, trying to rip away the pressure against your face. But he just follows the jerks of your hand, eventually yanking you back by the face until your body is pressed long against him. Hooking his elbow around your shoulder and holding your back tight against his chest.

“You breathe when I cum,” He states with his lips pushed up against the side of your hair. The pressure of your face increases, wanting so badly to sob but your chest just jerks in small pulses. He keeps his angle, spearing directly into the spot that would make you scream if you could. You squeeze your thighs together tight, lungs burning, not knowing how much longer you have before you lose consciousness. 

As for Hongjoong, he was seconds away from cumming before he even took your, literal, breath away. He may use extreme methods to whip a brat like you in shape, but he's not cruel. 

The tightness of your thighs squeezing together, the pulsing of your slick walls around him, bends over with a deep groan, tapering off into a moan, “That's right, make me cum. Listen for once in your life, c’mon princess. This one time, do as you’re told.” He orders you as he rolls your clit lightly between his knuckles. Your eyes slip shut, pushing tears over your water line and down your cheeks. Your chest swells with pleasure and the pressure of losing oxygen. Fuzzy black and gray dots appear behind your eye lids, time starts feeling like it's moving slower. 

All it takes is a singular clench around his cock and it's over for him. He’s cumming deep inside you with a deep moan, and winded sounding “Fuuuuuck,”. He switches to pressing the pads of his index and middle finger to your clit, rubbing quick swipes along the bundle of nerves as he drops his hand from your mouth to resting lightly on your throat.

Oxygen rushes through your airway, the relief feels almost euphoric as the fluttering in your cunt from the way Hongjoong is playing with you so deliciously.

“Please,” Your hoarse voice begs. You know he has no reason to let you cum, but you hope that maybe he'll get caught up in the moment and let you anyway.

“Have you learned your lesson?” He asks through his heavy breathing, biting through the over stimulation to feed you small thrusts. 

“Yes, Joong! I promise, I’m sorry I swear! I’ll listen!” You sob, nodding your head as fast as you could. Fuck you’re too cute. He wasn’t going to deny you an orgasm, it was never part of the plan, but your begging is so sweet. You sound genuinely concerned about what he's going to do. 

“Cum then, prove it. Prove that you're a good girl and not the spoiled brat that walked into my studio last week.” The pressure on your clit increases a fraction and the bubble in your tummy pops, warm tingles spreading through your veins. The sound that comes out of you is broken and embarrassing but you don't care. How could you when you feel like you've been revived from the brink of death? By a sexy, broody, music producer no less? 

 The pattern of your breathing syncs up with his, grateful for the hold he has on you so your knees didn't have to kiss the floor. 

Eventually he speaks, “You gonna keep your word?” 

You scoff and let out a clipped laugh, “I dunno, I might need a reminder of why I should. Your methods are weak.” 

you always hobbled into church midway through the preachers teachings, falling unladylike into one of the back pews. the wooden surface beneath you was more uncomfortable each time, which may be a result of your shorts that you cut even shorter each morning.

and every time, taki watches you. he likes to think it’s out of concern, in hope you’ll redeem yourself within this lifetime. though, you know better. temptation is a tricky thing.

it leads him to places he only visits in his dreams, that he repents for in repeated prayer when he wakes in a sticky mess staining his sheets. it’s how he ended up here, hours after the church had emptied, with your hand palming him over the fabric of his pants.

“please.” he whispers, though he’s unsure what he’s asking for, whether that be salvation, or for you to increase the pressure on the throbbing mess under his clothes.

“hm? be a good boy and use your words.” you coo, slowing down the pace of your hand, watching how his hips jerk, chasing anything you were giving.

all he can do is whine, his head thrown back exposing his neck. losing all your edge, something twists inside you, the noises he’s making, the sweat beading on his skin — it’s all too much. you bring your lips to the skin just below his jaw, and slowly suckle.

oh, is he sensitive.

he curses beneath his breath, perhaps unnoticeable to himself, as usually he would shun all those who curse, label them sinners, but he has no reaction. nothing but jagged strings of whimpers and pleas.

you scrape your teeth, testing, against the skin closer to his nape. the skin he could cover, and you bite. the sound he makes is nothing short of pornographic, and if it wasn’t so late into the depths of the night, the town would declare taki a disgrace.

“oh taki, if only you knew how long i’ve wanted to ruin you this way.” you breathe against his neck, your hand fumbling with the waistband of his pants before tugging them down, along with his underwear.

his head falls forward, strands of his hair sticking to his forehead, wet with sweat. his eyes meet yours, glassy. his gaze tugs at your chest, and immediately you avert your eyes, fixating them on his flushed cock, the tip red, beads of precum forming at the slit.

you wrap your hand around the base, slowly gliding it up his length. he was bigger than you had assumed, having thought all obedient church boys were hiding their shame over their size behind talk of sin. he watches as you stroke him, his voice dying in his throat, nothing but heavy sighs echoing off the church walls.

you feel him twitching against your hand, accompanied by a choked whisper of your name. a warning, before he spills pretty white into your hand, silently promising himself to you as he does so.

he knows now that he’s beyond saving, nothing more than an impure sinner. but more-so, he’s addicted. perhaps, after all, he doesn’t want salvation, just you and the heaven found in your touch.

alpha! jo, so loving so caring, loves leaving his favorite hoodies in your drawers, or wrapping them around you when you’re feeling particularly down after waking up horribly and just need a lil boost with his cozy, loving scent.

alpha!jo, always winding down after a long day right in your neck, face tucked into the warm and sweet-filled spot until he’s drowning in your scent and his heavy weight becomes even heavier as he fully relaxes on top of you, laying his heavy body over yours.

alpha!jo thumbing at your mating mark just to subtly remind you he’s always there and yours, whenever and however the circumstance. loves admiring the claiming bite mark you left on his neck during the morning when he’s brushing his teeth in front of the mirror, loves the difference of how small and dainty the mark is; a true representation of how you are to him as well >.<

alpha!jo, letting you set the tone and pace for anything and everything you do as a relationship. he loves to follow through your plans and smell the sweetness in your scent when you get satisfied with the way he handles everything exactly the way you want. this can be said in and out of bed, just the relationship dynamic in general.

alpha!maki, always so silly and the most flamboyant boy you’ve known, kissing you and tugging you into hugs and openly scents you because his love is so big, he can’t keep it down when he wants to express it to you!!

alpha!maki’s favorite expression of his need being through love bites. his teeth so perfectly sharp for the best bite marks indented into your skin; whether it’d be small nibbles on your shoulder or on the tips of your fingers, or big open bites on your cheek after a moment of play fighting or on your ass cheek when he just gets the sudden urge from cuteness aggression ><

alpha!maki who’s growls turn into a whine when he gets so aroused and you don’t acknowledge it and he can’t do anything about it, or when you tease him about it before going back to your friends at this get together. becomes pouty and handsy like a pup, till you finally get into your house, scent going wild. ><

alpha!maki that teases you by putting on this big alpha buff man that protects and becomes over possessive with you but he knows you lowkey like it when he’s biting onto your shoulder and wrapping a broad arm around your waist and licking at your cheek randomly.. this doesn’t count for in bed though, we know this >///< he’s whatever you want him to be with a sharp smirk on his plumped lips. ><<<<

you whine again, immediately shuffling backwards to pull away from him completely, but fuma’s used to your different movements. he follows you with his entire body when you push away and sit up against the headboard, keeping his fingers still plunged deep in your cunt as he invades your space and traps you against the wooden board, other hand pressing open your thigh. your hands grip the cushioned pillows underneath your ass in tight fists, trapped beneath your spread thighs as you bite onto your already bruised lip while still keeping your eyes on his. you let the raw skin snap back to place, jutting it out in the same pout as before. tenderized voice shaking, you ask softly, “what is it? fuma, please don’t be mean—”

your continuous whines are desperate. either he fingers you properly or you’re pulling away completely again..

“patience, baby. i swear i’ll give you everything you want, just play with me?” fuma’s pretty tone pets over your nerves like magic, just like the fingers nestled deep inside your walls, curling just slightly to rub. that’s when he feels it, the gentle yet immediate squeeze they apply around his long fingers, just from the sweet murmured pet name. he grins like he’s the only person who knows the game that already started, which is exactly what’s happening. he watches your tense walls slowly crumble from the flutter of your lashes, the small sharp gasp falling from your parted lips, the way your head nods just briefly in submission.

“i need words, doll.” he murmurs, smiling harder when your body responds faster for you unknowingly, your words lagging behind while your walls clench tighter around this thick fingers. of course, you’d love doll, perfect for the beauty he sees right in front of him right now; rounded eyes glimmering with brimming tears and framed by sticky lashes that flutter with every subtle nudge his fingers move. they fuck you shallowly, not enough movement to satisfy but just enough to remind you of their presence, still stuffing you and simmering your need. you gulp down the saliva building in your mouth, coating your dry throat, but your soft words still crack a bit when they stumble passed your lips.

“yes.. okay, yes, i’ll play with you.” you’re so out of it, you don’t realize what’s going on, what exactly he wants to test. but you don’t have any further questions of it at all, just focusing on being good for him.

“there’s my sweetheart, you love being good for me, don’t you, honey?” he feels the constricted space let up a bit enough where he can slightly part his fingers in a gentle scissoring motion, but still being replaced by your weeping slick, growing more viscous by the minutes because of his soft yet assertive presence. okay, he smiles with thought, breaking eye contact to stare at the mess, so not those pet names. your arousal glistens where it trickles down his palm, pooling at the center, he can’t help his poorly suppressed smile when he looks back up at you, taking the time to rake his eyes over your entire quivering torso and heaving chest.

“mhm, please..” voice hoarse, you’re still looking down at the mess when he looks at your every reaction. your eyes followed his when they darted downwards, but stayed on the mess, like you’re in awe but how affected you are, how sensitive and preceptive your body is towards him. it’s so sweet, you’re so sweet, he’ll give you a little bit of what you want. his fingers slowly glide out with ease until they breach your hole with just his rosy fingertips, plunging back in with a squelch at the same time he murmurs his words,

“my sweet bunny, you’re so needy for me, do you even know what you’re asking for?”

your jaw drops with a moan, body jolting from the sudden intrusion. fuma couldn’t even curl his fingers up against your wall before you’re clamping down with the tightest grip. his head tilts, eyeing carefully at the twitching eyebrows furrowing underneath your ruffled hair. he knows how sensitive you are to that pet name specifically, sensitive to the view of his thick fingers parting your puffed folds and sinking into your weeping hole. “that’s it.. that’s the one, huh..” he murmurs mostly to himself, but you’re not catching it.

your mind is dumbed, clouded with need, you don’t even think your words through, just bluntly rambling the truth. you’re gradually slumping against the headboard in your scrunched position but you’re too weak to even fix yourself, shaking your head to his gentle teasing instead. “nooooooo, i dunno. please, just give me.. n-need you, fuma.”

“god, it’s like you don’t even want me to fuck you anymore, holding onto my fingers that tight.” he purrs, moving to keep looking at your face when your head tips back against the headboard, eyes fluttering shut. “pussy’s being so greedy, isn’t she darling?”

he can practically feel you throbbing around him at the coy petname, watching your teeth clench behind wobbling lips as you do the most you can to nod along, smiling when you open your eyes back up at him as his fingertips gently stroke your superior wall, fingers still not moving.

“you don’t like this game, do you..” he pouts when you do, leaning in to press soft pecks along your heated cheek, feeling your muscle twitch when you wince at the feather like touch. you don’t like this game at all, just feeling his stilled fingers fill you with no other movement or stimulation. your swollen clit is throbbing, he could at least a lil pay attention there too… maybe you are just greedy, maybe he just spoiled you. he hushes your whines as his trailing kisses land onto your raw bitten lips.

“i’ll give you everything if you tell me who is it exactly that needs me..”

“me— i do, fuma. i need—”

“who?”

“…your bunny.” there you go, fuma’s completely satisfied. the carnal want is thick in your whiny tone, poured into his mouth. now he knows, smiling so hard when you and your body tell him exactly what he wants to hear and feel.

“oh? my bunny? needs me to fuck my fingers already, right?” he chuckles, teasing just a bit more before doing exactly that, watching as your hooded eyes roll slightly once his fingers finally thrusted with a single motion, turning with the twist of his wrist. the sigh you huff against his lips was full of pure satisfaction, body quivering from just that one pump, overly sensitive already.

at the end, what he said was true, this little game of his did help you with what you both wanted.

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The first thing that caught your eye about him wasn't his fluffy black cat ears that poked through his slight messy hair.

Or his long tail that tightly curled around one of his legs.

It wasn't even the pair of golden brown eyes that cautiously watched every person that walked past his room.

It was how, gentle and quiet he seemed.

As the other hybrids enthusiastically approached the glass whenever someone stopped by their room, Jo didn't move an inch.

He stayed curled up in the corner of his room with a soft cream blanket wrapped around his shoulders and every now and then his ears twitched a little from the loud noises from the shelter. He didn't get up once to greet anyone who passed.

There was a small card beside his room that simply read:

Name: Asakura Jo

Hybrid: Black Cat

Age: 21

Personality: Gentle. Quiet. Affectionate once comfortable.

You gently knelt down in front of the glass and you noticed how his ears flicked towards you as you spoke, "...Hi."

His eyes slowly glanced up to meet yours. You simply sat down on the floor, instead of calling him over with the usual high pitched voice.

Your voice was soft as you finally spoke up again, "You don't have to come over," he looked up at you slightly, " I just wanted to keep you company."

A few minutes passed as people walked passed behind you. You could hear someone laugh way to loud in another room behind you.

Then you heard soft footsteps inching closer to you. When you had finally looked up, you saw how Jo had slowly shuffled closer to you until he was sitting only a few feet away from the glass.

His black tail was still tightly wrapped around his thigh as his ears slowly lowered, but he hadn't turned away from you like he had with others.

A shelter worker who was walking by softly smiled before whispering, "I've never seen him come over to anyone before."

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The papers for Jo's adoption were signed by you less than an hour later.

The drive back to your apartment was incredibly quiet as Jo was sitting in the passenger seat.

He was wearing a white, slightly oversized hoodie the shelter had given him. He's hands were nervously twisting the sleeves of the hood as he glanced over at you every few seconds, before looking away quickly.

You were slightly worried by his actions, "...Are you okay?"

He only gave you a slight nod.

"...Scared?" you asked him again, quickly looking over at him for a split second before focusing on the road again. You only got another tiny nod.

As you stopped at a red light, you tried your best to make him a bit more comfortable, "I'm not going to force you to do anything."

His ears slightly perked up at your words.

"You don't have to hug me."

"You don't have to talk."

"You don't have to be the perfect hybrid."

You sighed before continuing, "You just have to exist."

For the first time Jo's tail gave the smallest little wag at your confession.

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Your apartment wasn't the biggest place on earth but it was warm and cozy.

There were fluffy blankets everywhere he looked, with the prettiest plants by the windows.

The couch also looked ridiculously comfortable.

Jo slowly and cautiously stepped inside, "...This is..."

"Home." you quickly mumbled to him, locking the door behind you both.

He only stared at you, slightly surprised, "...Yours?"

"Ours." you quickly corrected him, making his ears stand upright almost immediately.

You had spent the first few weeks learning each other.

Jo had learned how you always hummed while making breakfast for the both of you.

You learned that Jo absolutely loved watching the birds fly by through the window.

He recently discovered which blanket was your favorite out of all your blankets and you discovered that he secretly loved when you teased him.

Jo became obsessed with sitting in the sunny patches on the floor.

You'd walk into the living room to find him stretched out like a spoiled kitten with his eyes closed and a comfortable smirk on his expression.

"...Comfortable?" You asked him as you walked out of the kitchen towards to the couch.

"Mhm." he softly hummed, his tail wrapping around his thigh.

"So you're stealing my sunlight now?" you joked with him, a pleasant smile forming on your lips as you crossed your arms.

"...It's mine." he grumbled, slowly flipping over onto his stomach.

"You've become awfully confident." Your words made a tiny smile form on his lips as he whispered, "...Maybe."

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Jo had followed you everywhere! Literally everywhere...

Need something in the kitchen?

Jo's right behind you.

Putting away some laundry?

Jo's right next to you.

Bathroom?

Ears poking around the corner, making you laugh, "...Jo."

"...Hm?" He hummed, finally looking around the corner.

"You know I'm just brushing my teeth." you giggled at the slight pout on his lips.

"I know."

"So why are you standing there?" you asked him curiously as you put away your toothbrush, closing the cabinet door.

"...Just watching."he quietly mumbled in response.

"...You're so clingy." You said laughing without really thinking about what you said.

You watched as his ears flattened dramatically and his quiet voice whispered out , "...Sorry..."

His apology immediately made you feel guilty, "No no."

You quickly made your way towards him and gently scratched behind one of his fluffy ears, "I think it's really cute."

You felt as his entire body froze at your touch, "...Again?"

You blinked at his question, "Hm?"

"...Can you...do that again?" His voice was so soft and full of nerves. You gently traced your fingers behind his ear once again and the loudest purr you have ever heard filled the room.

The sound of his purring made you both freeze.

He's eyes widened at the sound leaving him, "...I..."

Another soft purr escaped him, making his face burn with a rosy tint, "...Please pretend that didn't happen."

His words made you let out a little giggle, "I didn't know hybrids purred!"

"I don't!" He quickly whined out as a protest.

"You literally are." You laughed out again, finding him extremely adorable.

"...I'm not doing it on purpose though..." He pouted slightly.

After that incident that happened outside of the bathroom, he became addicted to your touch.

Every night after you came back home from work, he'd quietly shuffle towards you while you were reading and would quietly whisper, "...Can I?"

You huffed a little at his question, "You don't even have to ask."

In a split second he layed across your lap, as your fingers would softly scratch behind his ears and his fuzzy tail would wrap around your waist.

And within minutes you would hear the soft purring of your little kitten against your thigh. It started happening every single night.

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He had became very protective of you over the next few weeks.

One particular rainy night you had came home exhausted from work, locking the door behind you with a loud sigh and without saying a single word, your bag slipped from your fingers, falling to the ground with a loud thud.

"...Long day?" His voice was soft with admiration laced in his tone, his ears slightly perking up with concern.

"Mhm." You only hummed in response and before you could even sit down, Jo sprinted down the hallway, disappearing from your sight.

You sighed and slumped down on the couch, closing your eyes as you leaned your head against a cushion.

A few minutes later you opened your eyes as you heard Jo scurrying towards you. He had returned with your favorite blanket. He gently draped it over you, before running off again, only to return with the stuffed animal he won for you the time you went to a arcade.

You let out a tiny laugh as he handed you the plushie before running off once again. This time he came back with a cup of hot chocolate and a bag of your favorite candy.

You blinked at the sight in front of you as he sat down next to you, "...Jo."

"Hm?" He glanced up at you, a slight sparkle in his eyes.

"...Did you just build me a comfort nest?" You asked him curiously, a small smile forming.

"...Maybe." He mumbled as he looked down at his hands, his tail giving himself away as it slight sways.

You couldn't keep your laughter in anymore as you watched him being so shy.

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You've come to a realization that Jo absolutely loves sleeping, but not alone! With you!

At first he always asked you with his shy, shaky voice, "...Can I sleep here?"

But eventually he'd just simply climb into bed beside you as his tail immediately wraps around your leg or your waist and he'd rest his forehead against your shoulder.

"...Comfortable?" You'd ask him while glancing down at him, watching as his eyes blinked with tiredness.

"Mhm."

"...Too close?" You simply asked him with a teasing voice.

"...No." He whined and pulled himself closer to you, humming contently against your arm.

You giggled at his response of him tugging himself closer to you. Not even five minutes later, you heard soft purring coming from the boy clinging to you.

That same night you couldn't fall asleep. You tried your best to quietly slip out of bed and made your way onto your balcony.

You watched as the city lights below you sparked with a certain hue. After only one minute of peace on the balcony, you heard the door sliding open.

You glanced behind you to see Jo carrying one of his hoodies, "...You'll get cold."

You gave him a little smile as you put on the hoodie, "Thank you."

But instead of going back inside, he stood beside you. A little giggle left your lips as you felt his tail gently curl around your wrist.

You've noticed that he always has go have his tail around you, not possessively, but in a way comforting.

His voice made you snap out of your thoughts, "...Can I tell you something?"

"Always." You told him confidently as you looked up at the night sky full of stars.

"...I was scared when you adopted me." You could tell there was slight hesitation in his sleepy voice.

"I know." You whispered as you finally glanced back at him, your eyes full of something he couldn't name.

"...I thought you'd take me back to that scary place." He mumbled softly, looking away from your gaze, his fingers playing with the strings of your hoodie as you turned to him. Your heart ached at his words, your hands reaching for his, "You've never done anything for me to even think about that..."

His eyes didn't leave your intertwined fingers as he spoke up, "I know that now."

He sighed before continuing, "When you said I didn't have to earn being loved..." You've never heard his voice so quiet, "...Nobody had ever said that to me before."

Your grasp on his hands slightly tightened, hoping he wouldn't hear the ache in your voice, "You never have to."

He finally looked up at you, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears, "...Can I tell you something else?"

"Of course." you whispered quietly.

"I think..." He mumbled as a small, shy smile spread across his expression, "...I loved you from the moment you sat outside my room."

Once again a little laugh erupted from you, "Really?"

He gave you a tiny nod, "You were the first person who didn't ask me to perform."

He sighed as he squeezed your hand, "You just...stayed."

He quietly looked at you again before continuing, "And now?"

Jo leaned in towards you until his forehead rested against yours, "...Now you're my favorite person."

You noticed how as he said it, his ears twitched happily and his tail wrapped around your waist once again.

And...

Somewhere between his silent purring, the way he looked at you through his lashes as you hung the stars above you and the warmth of his embrace...

You had realized that adopting Jo, you hadn't just given him a home.

It had given you one too.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐮𝐮!! ʚɞ

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