#johnny

You're slumped over your bed, feeling the familiar feeling of a dick sliding through your wet folds, but the thing is you're fully dressed and home alone, the team left hours ago to the pub.

Your back arched, clit throbbing and slick pooling in your panties. The person could be any one of your team mates, they're all horny mutts who can't keep it in their pants.

A moan slips from your mouth, feeling a fat tip slip in and out, nothing more nothing less.... clearly ghost.

That's until you felt another head slip in beside it, your back arched even deeper, knees digging into your bed. Soap. They're both taking turns sticking just the head in, it's driving you crazy.

A few minutes of this and you feel the familiar buzz of a vibrator press against your clit, you gasped, grabbing your phone to text the team but before you can even hit send your body locks up into a strong orgasm, legs quivering violently and your jeans getting soaked.

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"sweetheart, you need this," john whispered as you sat in the waiting room, holding arm so tight he thought his hand was gonna pop off like an army man toy.

"i don't," you cried, shaking your head.

it was just you and john, but he was starting to think that was a mistake. no kyle to kiss away your tears, no johnny to push his hands through your hair to soothe you, and no simon to growl and snap at anyone that looked at you.

john was going to have to do all the boys did, to a lesser degree.

other hybrids were sat at their owners feet, behaving. not crying and whimpering like you, poor thing. dogs, cats, birds and rodent hybrids. you were the only wild one.

john kissed your head, the other owners staring at him. "i got you, sweetheart," he whispered.

finally, the hybrid vet called your name. john stood up and pulled you up with him. you were struggling in his hold as he dragged you through the reception.

"nervous thing, huh?" the vet asked as she shut the door behind her. "don't worry, it's just a shot."

you looked at her, at the way she was smiling at john. your john. your owner. a hiss left your lips.

"sweetheart," john said, warning in his voice. you pulled your knees up to your chest on the exam table and glared at the vet. "she's trouble, this one."

the vet laughed gently, hand reaching out to touch johns arm. you hissed until she let go of him.

"if you could just hold her for me, mr price, we'll get the shot over and done with."

your eyes were closed as john held you, pulled your head into his shoulder. you solved and sobbed as the vet lifted your shirt and gave you the shot.

you gave a scream, one that had the whole vets office shaking. "easy," he said and scratched between your ears. "easy, sweetheart."

tears streamed down your cheeks. the vet let out a condescending 'aww,' as john helped you off the table.

whatever the vet was saying after that, you didnt care. you just wanted to go home and force the boys into a cuddle pile, no john allowed. because of him, you had to have that nasty shot.

"im sorry, sweetheart," john said as he took you out to the carpark. "but you had to have the shot. it'll stop you from getting sick on the farm."

you huffed as you turned away from him, refusing to talk to him.