The Cat Dragged In
Summary: After noticing a poor injured stray hybrid, you decided to take it in and care for it. Turns out, nothing about this particular cat is poor and is insistent on being the biggest pain in the ass for you.
A/n: I'm very sweet on Catboy Naoya ngl, this is going to be a one shot only. Also made him a bit more irritating than assholish in this one. I like it overall tho
Update: Changed my mind, I wanna write a part two now. Part two coming soon!
Tags: Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Breeding, Hybird Au, Catboy Fucking, Dom Naoya, Fingerings, He is VERY bitchy for whatever reason, Breeding, Sexism, Breast sucking, Nipple play, He's got a thing for imagining reader with milk. Mating Press.
A loud rumble of thunder blasted at your ears, vibrating through the thin of your supposed high-end (and ridiculously overpriced) house, reminding you that you had left your laundry up to dry.
Outside.
An exasperated groan escaped from you as you grumbled about having to waste the very little off hours you had re-doing the same batch of laundry.
The back-door flung open with a harsh yank, sandled feet slapping against the dewy grass, the little crystal beads of water slipping in between the cracks with each movement you made. The clothes, bunched in your hands were promptly dropped into the washing machine, a flick and two later, the machine began to spin.
"Maybe it's time to get a dryer like everyone else." You murmured, eyes rolling at the thought when you finally turned around to retreat back to your bed. The sound of the water and the soapy detergent swirling together filled in your ears, providing some semblance of life in your house, even if it was your own.
A sigh slipped from you as you began to fantasise about all the convenience modern instruments could, had you chosen to move into an apartment instead of paying off mortgage for a house. The big space, originally intended to be used and explored for various stylistic and practical reasons quickly fell flat as you soon realised, you simply didn't have the funds to do so.
A knock came out your door, the sound small but urgent. The noise continued to rasp at your door, grating at your body as you finally turned back around.
You slowly lifted your body so your eye could meet the peephole, pressing yourself against the hard wood to find the source of all the ruckus. A man came into view, his hand clenched tightly around his bicep with teeth gritted together. Whines you assume he was trying to hold back slipped from his tongue anyways, the occasional noise reminding you that the man was still waiting, for whatever reason.
You cautiously opened the door, cracking it open just a bit so that you had enough view to see him but still a piece of protection incase something wrong happened. He was a few inches above average (only 3 or 4 so honestly not that much taller than you), had two toned ombre blonde hair, the tips dyed black as if they were dipped in a pot very carefully but to your surprise, where his ears should be, you found cat ones.
He was a hybrid, biological wonders who people bred and kept as pets, some of them were free but very rarely. His left ear was pierced, two cuffs, both his ears were the same colour as his hair, meaning he either dyed it or that greenish-yellow was natural (probably some off effect gene you guessed), his tail was stiff, wrapped around his leg. He released his hand, watching your eyes widen in horror as it revealed a horrible injury. Some sort of deep gash, bloody and bruised around the edges, tearing through the shirt he wore.
You quickly stepped aside, letting the half cat hybird find it's way into your home, he quickly slumped against your walls, his breath rising and falling with each heavy breath. The black choker around his neck jingled, the gold bell swaying with each drag he forced his body across.
You moved behind him, a groan escaping from your lips as the sudden weight of him fully pressed against your, your breasts squishing as his back fell on it. He didn't seem to mind the feeling as he wriggled his way into it. You frowned, finding the behaviour a bit odd and perverted but you figured he was just delirious at best. He flopped himself down on your couch, his hands laying limp as he did so, occasional twitches coming from them.
Your hands reached for the rubbing alcohol and bandages, laying in your untouched cabinet. Slowly rolling up his sleeves, you felt his breath hiss and his muscles contract. The acid dabbed cotton pad stung at his injury, his teeth clenched tightly as he cussed underneath his breath.
His voice seems controlled as if he expected this or at the very least expected you to aid him. He let out a deep sigh, staring at you.
"My name is Naoya Zenin." You hummed quietly in response, trying your best to think of a solution of what to do once you finished helping him. Tightening the bandage around his arm, you looked at him, a hand gently reaching out to his neck, toying with the bell as you tried to move him up-right.
"Where's your owner?" You had never met a hybrid before, completely oblivious to how to care for one, some part of you prayed he had one. You weren't exactly ready for the responsibility anytime soon.
"What are you saying, whore?" He snapped back at you, the sudden twist in his tone making you stare at him in surprise. He glared at you like you spat in his face.
"I'm no one's fucking pet." You had awkwardly glanced at the blonde, unable to calm or reassure him. His clothes were weirdly fashionable for free choice, he sported a cream pair of trousers, buckled with a black belt. He wore a buttoned white shirt, the top undone, exposing the choker. The over shirt he paired it with was spoiled by the crimson seeping through, the red patch spreading the more you tried to suppress it.
"It's just your style, I thought you were high maintenance.." Your voice trailed off in embarrassment, averting your gaze before he could stare a hole through you.
"Yea? Well Im not lazy and sleazy like you, thats for sure." You said nothing or well you could say nothing. The comment almost made your jaw drop. Just what was his problem?
He held his head high and spoke to you like you owed him something. Something about him reeked of pride and his every word and action up until this point had been shameless. If you were any crueler, you would have probably kicked him out but the blood that trickled onto your couch convinced that for now, just for now, you'd put up with him. You tightened the bandage, ignoring the hiss that escaped his mouth.
Naoya turned his head to the side, forcing himself back down to lay flat on the couch. You slowly got up, desperate to not hear his voice tear into you again. Rummaging through the storage cost, you pulled out the only clean floral blanket you had, reminding you of the new pile of laundry waiting eagerly for you once you had finished servicing the poor catboy on your couch.
The next few weeks with him had been absolute hell, constant nagging and complaining. Your head throbbed with each argument, no matter how soft you grew on him, he would always find a way to ruin it. Each time you tried to just admire his face, his stupid mouth would always find a way to ruin the view for you. The jingle of his choker bell had been a sign of doom and joy for you this past week. His company provided a certain kind of entertainment and annoyance tied to him, a charm of sorts which kept you excusing his stay.
You had found him to be awfully playful, requesting you find an activity for him to be stimulated. Today was one such day and much to your surprise, the hybird held an odd request.
"Fight me." You stared down at the blonde who's head was currently curled up on your lap, tail swishing as you continued to scratch at his ears.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, I'm bored. Fight me." You looked up at him uncertainly, unsure how to go about it. A frown formed on your face as you contemplated his idea.
"What does that involve?" A mischievous grin broke out across his face as you felt his arms gently grasp your waist.
"I'll show you."
He tackled you to the floor as you both rolled on the carpet, light giggles escaping you as you felt the fur of his tail brush against your bare legs. His leg found its way between yours, gently slotting it to stop you from moving. To his surprise, a slight shiver passed through you, almost too soft to notice.
That did it for him, with a not so gentle push, his body hovered over yours, hands placed on either side of your head. Like you admitted earlier, the man was good looking and the sight of seeing him stare down smugly at you as your body did nothing to stop the red hue spreading across your cheeks.
His ears twitched in excitement, mouth revealing the sharp canine so he leaned down.
"Fuck you staring at me like that for? You getting your hopes up or something?" As teasing as his tone was, it was clear that whatever he accused you of hoping for was going to happen.
A warm breath ghosted over your neck, a knee grinding your mound as heat pooled into it. His trousers stained with the growing wet spot in your panties. His tongue reached behind your neck, the slow trail only serving to excite you more.
"It's clear you haven't gotten laid in a while, you're squirming under me." He grunted, slightly irritated at the mixed reaction your body gave him, conflicted between arching closer or pulling away.
"You want this, right?" A slight moan escaped your lips, oddly sounding like a debauched yes. His hands left their position, ripping off your blouse and watching your breasts spill free.
"Wow, you're filled out all in the right spaces..." Your ashamed gaze ignored his hungry one, seeing his hands twitch in anticipation as he kicked his lips. The greedy grasp of both his hands on your breasts made a needy whine fall from your lips, his knee stopped it's motion, focused entirely on your tits.
"Look at these beauties, betcha let me bury my face in them, slut." To your surprise, you nodded eagerly, hands cradling up to his face and guiding them down. The warmth and softness felt even better against his face than it did his palm. His tongue latched onto the hardening pink nub, the sheer hunger of it leaving behind a ring of red as the marks of his teeth settled around your skin.
"Yknow, I've always been curious as to what these would taste like." His voice trailed off into a wistful murmur, seeing your blissful expression with an intent stare.
"Maybe I'll fuck a baby into you and watch them swell." Your breath hitched at the lewd wording, feeling a hand brush over the slightly damp spot forming on your clothed cunt. Two fingers press their way against your eager hole, the fabric shifting and teasing as you clenched around nothing. Cold digits pulled it to the side before plunging themselves into your heat. Your walls tightened at the pleasurable intrusion, earning a groan from the man above you.
"You like that spot?" He enjoyed it as much as you did, erection rutting desperately against your thighs as he tried to bring both of you to the heights of pleasure. Your whiny pleas rang in his ears, begging for him to just push you over the edge the both of you needed so badly. Guess a bitch like you can really have such a sweet mouth after all.
He licked at your neck, enjoying the taste you left on his tongue. Cat hybrids were curious creatures after all. He caught your lips next, roughly folding your legs as he finally freed your aching pussy from it's cotton trap. Your hand slid down, eager to help him as well. A shivering stimulated hand tugged down on his zipper, trying your best to keep concentrated with his constant movements in you. His cock bulged against his boxers, the pretty black design almost made you roll your eyes, of course he would go above and beyond.
"I'm gonna put it in now." Were the only words he spoke as you saw him free his hard member. The shaft, pale and pretty, stood proud against him, a pearl of precum leaked out. You had always assumed the overconfident attitude was just an act he had put up. Some sort of pride filled with animalistic urges he couldn't contain is what you assumed had led to his lustful and degrading attitude towards you. He grinned back down at you, drinking in your slightly awed expression. Every part of him was beautiful, his body defined in all the right places, a hand came up to grip yours, stopping your body from instinctively reaching out to trace it.
"Focus on the feeling, not the sight." The line sounded almost romantic, something you could find cute if he didn't flick your forehead right after, earning an "ow!" from you. The sting of the pain was nothing compared to the sudden intrusion of Naoya finally entering you. Only the tip had you throwing your head back, the mix of pain and pleasure, your hand clawing at his bicep in pure carnal need.
With a cruel grin, he slammed into you, the position he chose had you feeling as if he could rearrange your guts. A wet squelch came from each slam of his hips, driving himself deeper into you if that was even possible. The slap of skin echoed through your apartment, filthy noises of your love-making and needy moans filled the room. He fucked into you wildy, cock throbbing each time you whimpered his name.
"Yes, Naoya - Harder!" This was the best version of you yet. The way how your greedy hips would try to grind him deeper, struggling against your placement and your pure desperation made him unbelievably hard. And it was all for him.
"You want me to cum deep inside your messy womb huh? Knock you up and make you so happy with me?" His question was met with enthusiastic nods. Drool and words dripped out your mouth alike as your cock drunk state turned your brain into mush. He hit all the right spots, fists tightening in on your palms as your body tried to catch up with the speed of his thrusts.
"Fuck, take it all..." You whined out his name one last time, sending him over the edge. Slamming himself in as deep as he could, you could feel his member spasm with each string of cum he let out. The feeling of his seed deep inside you triggered your own orgasm, cunt clenched around his shaft and milking his balls for all it was worth. His tired body collapsed against yours, legs shaky as he slowly lowered himself down. His once stiff tail fully relaxed, once again thwipping itself with a happy feeling and settling curled around your thigh.
His ears twitched with excitement, mumbling about how beautiful you'd be when carrying his children.
"Think about it. Your hips and thighs and ass are all gonna grow bigger." Such a perverted remark that he already found himself fantasising about, groping all over your body.
"And milk will finally start coming in those tits of yours. I bet you'd taste so sweet baby." His words were half muffled as he once again began to suck on them, almost as if he was trying to pull the imaginary milk out of it, the other hand coming up to fondle the neglected breast as his head found the comfortable position to rest his head without letting go.
The purrs coming from him vibrated through your body as you scratched behind his ears, praises slipping from your mouth when you stroked his head back and forth.
"We're gonna be parents now." His voice of his dipped off as a state of drowsiness overcame him. His energy completely spent after the hot and heavy session. Hearing his chest rise and fall, you began to wonder if he was actually serious about being a dad.
Oh well, he'll have to take responsibility either way.
I feel like I just couldn't write a hybird without making it a breeding thing.
I'm thinking of doing a Foxgirl! Reader x Naoya like one of those Nogitsune who seduce him to humiliate him but he's quick to catch on and keeps them as company due to boredom and arrogance that they'll change their mind over him. But they share a genuine friendship beneath all their sexual comments towards each other and their first time ends up more sweet than either expects.
All the love, Bloominx
