#tw.hybrids

Crimson specks marred the freshly fallen snow akin to wine spilled all over a white linen cloth. The bullet wound on his thigh was slowing him down. Nevertheless, Rindou trudged up the small hill to reach the other side of the forest hoping he would escape his pursuers that were looking through his busted car for any signs of life. With his teeth gritted, the lost man was sure he might die today. After getting separated from Ran and the others, a car chase occurred as he fled from the warehouse when a bomb about to blow up the building was shouted out. In all his years of doing the same song and dance, one could say Rindou got used to the chaos that has intertwined into his life since the day he was born with the need to experience thrills.

But, fuck, he could never get used to getting shot or bleeding out. The first time hurt like a bitch and the second time it happened made him want to pass out. It was more irritating to face than shoot those who dare touch his tail. Now, Haitani Rindou was sure he will die. Whatever plan those bastards cooked up that would confirm his demise, he had to give them props because they might succeed. Car dead, his phone without any signal, the temperature dropping fast, and a forest that may span a thousand hectares was just the starter pack he needed to die in these woods.

Rindou can’t die here. It would just be pathetic. So pathetic that they might make jokes out of it. His death would only make people say he deserved it or it is the consequence of having an unpleasant lifestyle. And honestly, fuck them. He has to live. He has to get out of here and seek shelter before the frost bites his fingers, ears, and toes off. What would his enemies think? What would Bonten do? What would Ran do?

What should he do?

A million thoughts raced through his mind as his knees finally gave away. His eyes fluttered close for a moment, inhaling the cold air sharply that he was quite sure it could cut his nostrils like blades made out of ice. A trail of blood followed him from where he started all the way to the top of the hill. In contrast to the icy atmosphere around him, his lungs burned. During these times, delusions would enter his mind to distract him from the impending doom that was looming above his head. Death was now breathing down his neck as if they were old friends. Its voice called out to him through the chilly breeze that brushed past him and the strong trees that appeared like shadows of those whom he wronged and killed to survive. If he had to guess what hell looked like, this was possibly the closest description minus the flames. Why would such a cold environment bother him in such a way? This has never happened before. He could think of countless reasons why a hybrid such as he who was meant to thrive in such an environment was slowing down.

Ah, that’s right… He never had to be out much to do his dirty deeds. It was always his underlings. Pawns who would readily obey him for various goals. He and Ran, without fail, get away from taxing jobs. After all, meaningless fights never appeased their appetite for violence. Something always had to interest the brothers for them to act. Looking back on those memories of merely partying and finding someone to toy with, Rindou couldn’t help but exhale deeply. His lips were chapped due to the lack of moisture in the air.

If my life is flashing before my eyes, perhaps I am indeed dying…

And yet, amidst the snow and harsh winds, a merciful angel came into view. Rindou thought he was already a goner for his eyes to conjure such a beautiful sight. Vivid colors murked into a blur as his vision steadily failed him due to exhaustion finally catching up to him. However, the second that angel spoke, voice soothing despite the panicked tone evident in it, he realized this was reality.

“Sir? Oh my god, w-wait. I need to call an ambulance—”

“N…o.” It took all of his strength to move his lips and tongue. The woman before him met his dazed stare, shifting her attention between Rindou and something behind her. “No am…bulance…”

“W-what? Why? No, you need immediate attention…”

Haitani Rindou, one of the infamous criminals Bonten has in their arsenal and the fearsome younger brother of Ran was still vulnerable to things that exude innocence. Perhaps it was just in his nature to be drawn toward something he can never be and so he tried to push away the person who came out on a snowy night to help him. This earned him a surprised expression and more questions he couldn't answer. Rindou’s efforts were in vain as his eyelids finally shut, and the last of his energy left him unconscious in the hands of a stranger.

I’m sorry, Ran…

There was a sea of trees you had to drive by to reach your parents’ house. The road was slippery due to the snow but you had to go after promising to drive carefully. After a hearty dinner and entertaining their inquiries about whether you will get married or not, you were set on heading back to your apartment. Tomorrow is Monday and you had to wake up early for your nine-to-five job at the cafe your cousin owned. Normally, your schedule ranged from mundane to the occasional unexpected events that usually revolved around your job or your parents. Yet they were never anything spontaneous or something that will make the hairs on the back of your hair stand until you had to rescue this man now sleeping on a makeshift bed in a veterinarian’s clinic.

Ignorance could sometimes save a person’s life. The second you saw the hanafuda tattoo on his neck, you knew the shit you were about to get into could get messy. Never had you ever thought of bringing an infamous person, let alone one of Bonten’s henchmen, into your home. The veterinarian you called for help swore his secrecy after he commended you for doing first aid, but commented that men like him shouldn’t be saved. Yet, your conscience wouldn’t let you sleep soundly at night if you left him there on a cold winter’s night to bleed to death or get feasted on by bears.

“Are you… his girlfriend or somethin’?”

“No, I’m not,” you responded while cleaning up the bloody clothing and gauze after Rindou’s wound was stitched up. “However, as a human being, I couldn’t just leave him there. I’m… not capable of such cruelty.” The man shifted his attention back to the dangerous person fast asleep and then squinted hard as if his patient was just pretending. Grunting, the veterinarian gathered the last of his tools into his bag and made his way to the door, but not before leaving you some sound advice.

“Be careful because this choice you made might just bite you back. I’ll be back as soon as possible when I find a doctor in the area. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure this secret doesn’t reach the authorities.”

Thinking back to what happened earlier, you were sure your blood ran cold at the sight of a broken car by the road. Initially, you thought the vehicle broke down and that the owner must be somewhere nearby since it would take around twenty minutes to get to the nearest town. Unless they had to hitch a ride because it was freezing and decided to leave the car. But the second you saw what seemed to be bullet holes in its body, uneasiness coated your nerves like thick molasses. The dread of finding a dead body doubled upon seeing blood on the snow, leading up to where you found the dying unknown man.

Damn it all. He wouldn’t harm someone who rescued him, right?

No, scratch that, this man wasn’t a stranger to you. You were the stranger—not him. Everybody who worked in Tokyo and heard the news was all aware of Bonten, the most dangerous gang in the country to date, enough to rival the yakuza. Those hanafuda tattoos they branded on their flesh bear the symbol of their loyalty to the man who founded the group, Sano Manjiro. The Haitani brothers were as famous all by themselves. It didn’t have to take you long to know everything they committed under the sun or the veil of night. Rumors of the brothers and Bonten always circulate on the internet. In short, they were individuals you had to avoid to live long.

Eyes glancing at your phone sitting by the couch, you debated whether to call the cops and turn him in. Maybe getting Rindou off your hands will be the first step to having your normal life back… Or will just cement the death sentence he shall bestow upon your unfortunate soul once he recovers.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?” you groaned into your hands. Sleep was out of the question. You had to monitor Haitani Rindou for two obvious reasons—one because he might wake up and two because he might silence you the second he does. Gruesome pictures of your death flashed on the television screen ran across your imaginative mind and honestly, you were scaring yourself. Clearly, you didn’t think this through. But, what’s done is done. There was no way you could throw him out now. “Let’s… just make sure he’s fine enough to walk out of here on his own. Y-yeah…”

Exhaling a defeated sigh, you sat down on the floor and stared at Rindou’s unconscious form. For a man as big and bad as him, you bet he would snore loudly. Yet, he looked almost like a corpse—unmoving and quite fragile. The biggest shirt you had at your disposal appeared tiny in his huge frame. The veterinarian even gave up on giving him something to wear on the lower part, muttering how he shouldn’t even be bothered to clothe the criminal. The thought of Rindou being naked down there was slightly distracting, making your eyes wander down from the hanafuda tattoo on his neck to the intricate design on his torso until you slapped your cheeks to make you stop eyeing the muscular hybrid.

What the—don’t do this to yourself. He is a criminal, for fuck’s sake!

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your phone to check for any messages. There was only one from your mother, checking up on whether you arrived home. A humorless laugh escaped your lips as you lied to her. Besides, she will definitely panic if she knew you were looking after a criminal in a vet’s clinic. You hoped to distract your mind from spiraling into endless regret by watching adorable videos of dogs. A good turn deserves another… You just wished Haitani Rindou was a person who would reward good deeds.

The morning was rough on you. With a stretch or two, you cursed your aching back while you proceeded to order breakfast for three. Your cousin was kind enough to give you a day off after phoning in with a fake cold. The minute you finished offering him apologetic words after lying through your teeth, you then grabbed the takeout and sped off to the clinic Rindou was moved to. Caffeine and sweets were the things keeping you sane save for the veterinarian and a doctor, whom he roped into the situation, present in the room. Dr. Hinohara was silently observing Rindou’s body while giving a blood transfusion to the still-sleeping hybrid. Compared to last night, the younger Haitani looked slightly better. He still appeared like he crawled out of hell and survived, though.

“I guess we don’t have to bring this man to the hospital,” the doctor spoke after some time. “There doesn’t seem to be a bullet stuck to his thigh. He did lose a lot of blood. I’ll just make sure to monitor him in case he needs more blood transfusions and if there could be any infections on the wound. If he does turn for the worst, I will have to bring him to the hospital—”

You were quick to object, leaving your cup of coffee to stand up. “H-he told me he shouldn’t go to a hospital. I’ll pay you, Sir. I’ll make sure to pay you for treating him. J-just don’t bring him there. Please…”

Dr. Hinohara sighed at your statement, sharing a glance with the veterinarian. Just as you were ready to shoot down their suggestions of you putting an end to your good samaritan role, the doctor then nodded solemnly in resignation. Appeased, you backed away before sitting yourself down once again. Seeing that there wasn’t anything left for him to do, the veterinarian excused himself and left the establishment. A few minutes later, Dr. Hinohara did the same to attend to his outpatients. It wasn’t until lunchtime when he came back that you decided to head back home to catch some sleep after a long warm bath. To be in a room alone with Haitani Rindou, awake or not, was making you anxious. Your eyes were often fluttering close, trying to stay conscious and alert in the presence of an infamous gang member. To let your guard down would be serenading death.

“You can come back tomorrow afternoon,” Dr. Hinohara said with a gentle smile upon seeing you out. “I don’t think Mr. Haitani would wake up today anyways. Go home and get some rest. I’ll call you if anything changes about his current condition.”

“Thank you, Dr. Hinohara.”

If you knew that the day you saved Haitani Rindou would be the last time you could ever experience a normal life, perhaps the future wouldn’t turn out like this—with you almost sticking to a corner whereas Rindou glared at your quivering form. Dr. Hinohara was nowhere to be found on the second floor and your mind concocted various scenarios at the sight of the trashed room. How could the man be up and ready to threaten you with his sharp claws when he was just barely conscious days ago? You even recall Dr. Hinohara remarking about Rindou being too weak to open his eyelids. So just how?

Irises sharp as his claws remained on you, hues of ultra violet hoping to unmask your intentions by staring right into your soul. Behind his predatory gaze were promises filled with violence and a whole world of pain if you so much as make a single move that he will deem a crime towards him.

Haitani Rindou was not a man to be trifled with.

“You… Didn’t I tell you not to bring me to a hospital?” he questioned in a demanding tone, taking a step closer to you which prompted your weak legs to fall back. This is the very thing you hoped to avoid. Maybe if you were given the foresight that Haitai Rindou would recuperate enough to stand today, you would have come prepared to negotiate. Negotiate with him not to kill you and to leave you alone because you did what he asked. However, he didn’t seem happy at the idea of recovering in a clinic, afraid his location would be alerted to the police. “What’s the matter? Suddenly can’t use that tongue of yours? From what I remember you weren’t mute—”

“This isn’t a hospital. Y-you’re in a clinic, can’t you see?”

The hand you used to gesture at the area shuddered upon seeing him move. Rindou was obviously confused as he surveyed the room, unsure whether to take your word or not. You couldn't blame him, though. Blood rolling down his thigh akin to raindrops on a glass window captured your attention, taking away the assertive statements off of your lips. Your fear for him was outweighed by your concern for his wound that might have reopened due to his carelessness.

Rindou was quick to create distance between you two. Your eagerness was mistaken as an act to lunge and subdue him which was something you couldn't do. He realized this the moment he winced in pain, hand applying pressure on his bleeding thigh. You clicked your tongue and hurriedly helped him back onto his bed. His hostility towards you disappeared with each pang of pain that erupted around his injury. Of course, he just had to be slowed down by this and for you, this was a blessing in disguise.

“Stay here, okay? I’ll go see if Dr. Hinohara has returned.”

Any deity above must have heard your silent prayer for the doctor announced himself inside Rindou’s room, eyes wide at the condition of his patient and the messy room. Minutes passed, and the hybrid was now waiting for the pain to subside once his wound was attended to. Lips in a tight line, you sat by the side, waiting for the doctor to say something—anything that will get rid of the awkward air that settled in the room. Instead of something positive, Dr. Hinohara approached you with a dejected expression that caused your heart to momentarily stop beating. His next words almost had you wishing you were sitting down due to the implications of it.

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t do this since I am a practitioner of medicine and should have empathy for my patients no matter who they are… But I can’t have Mr. Haitani stay here any longer. You must understand. My other patients have caught a whiff of his presence here and are too scared to come over. I-it’s bad for me.” Dr. Hinohara then added to soften the blow, “If he stays over at your place, I-I promise to visit and check on him from time to time. Although, I doubt I could do much since he’s close to full recovery.”

Bullshit.

It was utter bullshit. There was no way his other patients knew about Rindou being treated in the clinic. Based on the days you visited the hybrid when he was still unconscious, everyone who visited the doctor didn’t display any signs of uneasiness. Yet, you couldn’t do anything to appeal for Rindou anymore since the doctor was more than eager to kick him out. For all you know, the hybrid trashing the room was his last straw.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, you turned the stove off and poured the hot soup into two bowls. The Bonten executive sat on the living room couch, watching a daytime show. He was unbothered by the small space of your apartment, thankfully. Rindou barely fussed upon arriving, probably because he did not have any other choice. Even with his infamous reputation, throwing him out was inhumane.

You wanted to help him, but it has been years since you took care of someone sick or injured. Plus, your mother’s temperament was far different from Rindou's.

“You okay with miso soup?”

Rindou merely grunted in response, avoiding your gaze while he took his bowl from you. Fighting the urge to roll your eyes at his moodiness, you took the seat across from him prior to drinking the soup you made. For the hybrid to keep sulking like this, you figured it was because his wound hasn't fully healed, and limped every time he walked. Men like Rindou hated weakness. To display his vulnerability to you like this must be torture to the mighty snow leopard hybrid—someone who isn't used to being on the other side of the spectrum.

Yet, he never dismissed your acts of assistance. No matter how much you teased him in an attempt to lighten the mood or receive his narrowed gaze, Haitani Rindou never made a move to hurt you during his stay here. Or at least that is what he's trying to do—to lure you into a sense of comfort before he strikes like an apex predator. Nevertheless, you continued to meet his needs.

“You okay?” you asked him when his spoon fell to the floor. Your legs were up and running to get a towel once you saw what happened. He dropped his spoonful of miso soup on his bandages because his limpid eyes couldn’t be torn from the show he claimed was too boring. “Mr. Haitani, you shouldn't pay attention elsewhere while eating.”

“Can’t help it,” he answered with a scoff. A ghost of a laugh slipped past your mouth at the thought of him acting almost like he was a big cat distracted by the pretty colors that led to this situation. Shaking your head, you wiped off the droplets of miso soup from his thigh. After you tossed the towel to the side, you stood up straight and placed your hands on your thighs. Rindou’s tail went stiff at your stare which was accompanied by a smile. “What?”

“Are you… enjoying the show? I thought you found it boring?” The giggle that followed your inquiry did not go unnoticed by the hybrid. The tips of his ears turning red were proof of that. Hearing no reply, you continued to tease him. Your hands are busy fixing up the couch before taking your bowl once more. “I mean, it’s alright to admit you like these soap operas. My mom enjoys them too, you know. Well, not enough to be—”

“I wasn't distracted,” he huffed and averted his gaze at your silly smile. “I was just… surprised.” Rindou never elaborated further on whatever stunned him. You merely shrugged and slurped your soup, content with sitting next to him on a Thursday morning. This has been your life lately—taking care of breakfast and Rindou in the morning, going to work afterward, and then coming back during lunchtime. Despite the reasons you came up with, your cousin never questioned you as to why you requested to come in later than your usual hour. He did, however, tasked you to stay until closing time. A small price to pay. After all, this isn't going to be the norm forever. Rindou will have to go back home and disappear from your life as soon as his wound heal.

Somehow, the reality had sorrow creeping up your heart. Rindou staying in the apartment and seeing him every day made you think he has always been there. His sulky expression softens up whenever his guard is down. He wasn't even aware the corner of his lips was curling up once. The way he dismisses you the second he realized he was showing happiness was cute in its own way. You were used to stifling your laughter at his displeased face that did not match well with his tail swishing side to side. His silhouette blended into your little space, making himself at home. And unbeknownst to you, Rindou felt the same way.

“Don’t act like such a big baby. It’s good for you!” You pushed the plate of rice with natto on top. His irked expression eased down while he took his chopsticks. The smell of the fermented soybeans did not sit well with his nose as he ate to appease you. Yet, he willingly ate, especially with you grinning in front of him. “There you go. That wasn't so hard, was it? Can’t believe a gangster like you dislikes natto.”

Innocent things like you were bad for his health. You were poison to his system—having him think of stuff he never gave a second thought on. Rindou lost count of how many ideas of him whisking you away where no one else can see you crossed his mind. Everything about you exuded a normal and peaceful life—a luxury for him who couldn’t afford it anymore. He should’ve turned you away and let himself die that night because now he didn’t want to leave. His wound was almost closed up and he didn’t have to limp around or ask for your help whenever he bathed. Rindou has grown far too fond of you to merely go back and forget about your kindness. For your sake, he held himself back and enjoyed you doting on him despite the numerous teasing you’ve thrown his way. Pretty but lethal flowers were only meant to be admired from a safe distance. Preferring to keep his claws hidden and the space between you wide, Haitani Rindou liked it this way.

Until he didn’t—until he got greedy.

Dr. Hinohara just had to burst the bubble Rindou protectively held with a single statement that the hybrid was free to go. You couldn’t describe the emotion that swirled within you, ignorant to the deathly stare Rindou gave the doctor. Dr. Hinohara swallowed thickly at the heat of his gaze, slowly taking a step back in case the hybrid decided to kill him on the spot. The younger Haitani wished he could turn back time and stop the old bastard from revealing his secret. Despite sabotaging the stitches for so long to keep it from healing too fast, Rindou’s game was up. And yet, not all of his cards were played.

His trump card has yet to fall onto the table.

Ran came over to your apartment the second Rindou rang him up after a month of no contact. The reunion happened under the stillness of the night where not a soul could be found on the streets. The chloroform his older brother brought was put to use to make sure you wouldn't scream or do any trouble as he placed you in Ran’s car. Rindou then discarded the baton hidden at the back of the trunk, already cleaned off of Dr. Hinohara’s blood, into the nearest waste bin before letting Ran drive down the road heading south.

The moment you woke up from what you thought was a terrible nightmare, you were chained to a bedpost in an unfamiliar room in someone else’s bed. The collar on your neck was a bit tight and the chain attached to it wasn't long enough for you to reach the door. A little bell was hanging on the collar and it jingled with every movement you made. You thanked your lucky stars that you were still fully clothed but that feeling of relief waned away too fast. Your head pounded while your eyes frantically searched for signs of where you are. Rindou entered the room with a tray of food. His eyes slightly went wide at the discovery of you greeting the conscious world then his lips broke out into a grin.

“I see you’re awake.”

“R-Rindou? W-what… Where am I? What’s going on?”

Your inquiries fell from your mouth like the teardrops on your cheeks at the realization. Rindou hushed you multiple times while he set your meal down on the nightstand but you never took heed, fearing for your life. It wasn't until he took out his phone to show you a picture of your parent’s house that your tongue felt like it was made out of metal. Your hands balled up into fists at the image.

“Don’t hurt them. P-please…”

“Looks like you're smart enough to guess what I’m implying here, huh?” Rindou chuckles at your horrified tear stricken face. “I guess calling you a big baby right now won’t be satisfying.” Hand underneath his chin, the hybrid let out a contented sigh. “I knew I was right. Other girls I’ve met before weren't as intelligent as you. Saves me from explaining what will happen to your family if you try to escape.”

“What do you want from me?” you demanded, nerves and voice shaky. His irises shone brighter than amethysts as he observed you on his bed. After a month of nursing him back to health, Rindou was intent on returning the favor—just without outside interference, of course. There was no way your parents would allow him to date you and to see you with a faceless nobody would be the icing on top of his cake meant to insult him. He can't have that. “Rindou, what do you want? I-I’ll do anything! Just please leave me and my parents alone. If you want an apology for all those days I’ve teased you or said something wrong, I’m w-will to do so!”

“Nothin’ much, angel. I’ve passed the need for anything.” He then pulled you up by the collar of your shirt. Leaning down to whisper into your ear, Rindou’s lips curled up. “I’ve already got you.” The second he spoke those words, a shiver ran down your spine. Not giving you any time to collect your thoughts or to wipe the tears from your cheeks, the Bonten executive took a step back and gestured at your clothes. “Strip.”

Hands trembling, you did as he said. More tears exited from your glossy eyes which Rindou couldn't wait to lick away. As soon as you got rid of your pajamas, you covered your exposed stomach and breasts until he clicked his tongue. You winced at the sound of it.

“All of it, angel.”

You heaved a deep breath. Your panties slid down your legs agonizingly slow. The rest of your body burned in shame under his piercing gaze. It was as if Rindou would be struck by lightning if he dared to look away from your gorgeous form. You steeled yourself once he took away your clothes.

“Go and eat your meal. I’ll be back.”

Rindou shut the door behind him. You couldn't stop crying even while you ate the meal he prepared. It was hard to know where you were as the window was bolted shut and barely let natural light in. Your heart beats wildly inside your chest whereas you stiffened at the sight of him returning. His violet irises landed on the empty plate before nodding approvingly.

“Good. I’m going to give you a drink now.” He took off the chain from the bedpost and pulled it for you to follow him. But not before commanding you to do it on all fours. His sharp canines peeked out when he smiled at your obedience. The fear strumming its chaotic cords to have you obeying the hybrid. “That’s it, angel. Make sure not to bump into anything on the way to the kitchen.”

Even with Rindou as your sole audience, your soul was close to dying out of shame. Your pussy folds were out in the open, clit throbbing uncontrollably for the wrong reasons as you followed him from behind. It didn't take you long to figure out this was Rindou’s house—or his temporary home. You were too busy making sure you were keeping up with his huge steps and not falling behind to scan your surroundings. The hybrid then paused and turned to you. His hand gestured to a bowl made for a pet sitting on the floor. It was filled up with what seemed to be milk.

“Go on. Drink it all up, angel.”

Cheeks burning, you hesitated for a second. It was when he walked behind you that the panic kicked in again and you unwillingly bent down. Your tongue was stuck out, ready to lick up the milk to appease Rindou, deaf to the sound of unzipping. The palm of his hand was cold against your cunt, causing you to yelp. His free hand was quick to keep your head from turning around to see him.

What the fuck is happening?

“You’re not the only one who’s thirsty… Shit, you’re wet?” He was more amused than disgusted at his findings. This was fucked up. There was no way you were turned on despite what occurred. Maybe you were sick in the head all this time and Rindou’s actions just brought this to light? You would never know as your mind started to grow hazy due to the pleasure of him rubbing his palm across your slit. You were no virgin but it has been a long time since you’ve done it. Perhaps that was the reason why?

Why does it feel like that’s a lie?

Retracting his claws, he plunged two of his fingers into your warm pussy that parted easily for him. Front teeth digging into your lower lip, you kept back the moan bubbling up your throat while Rindou rubbed his fingers against your tight walls. Slick coated his hand which made it easier for him to feel around your gummy walls. His pleased groans were too much for your ears, his hard length brushing on your ass. His tail swished around before curling around your leg. Your hands keeping you upright were trembling as the onslaught of bliss was increasing, gaze glossy.

“Fuck, this pussy is so tight… Are you going to let me fuck you, angel? Huh? Does my pet deserve this dick?” he questioned with mirth in his tone. Another finger was added, widening your hole. You couldn’t help the whine leaving your lips, eyes shut as you fought back more from coming out. Rindou held you by the waist when your legs gave out, cooing into your ear. The hybrid brought up his hand coated with your juices, inhaling it then tasted your slick. “It’s that good? I’ve waited so long. Held back and let you have your way. You’ll let me have you, mhm? Been good, angel. The least you can do is return the favor…” A silent gasp was what Rindou earned when he tapped the head of his cock against your pussy folds, rubbing his length on the damp flesh. Slowly, he entered you.

“A-are you gonna—ah!” You were sure he was going to tear you apart. It stung as the girth of his cock stroked your tight muscles, molding its shape there. Rindou took a few seconds to get accustomed to the way your pussy enveloped his dick, hissing under his breath at how heavenly you felt. And now that he has finally held you, Haitani Rindou was damn sure he has found his mate. Now, he will make sure to keep you by his side whether you want to or now. He’ll just have to give you something that will make you reluctant to leave… Or fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk out of this place without him. Maybe getting you pregnant will be the solution to this problem. “Ah, fuck… S’ big. R-rindou!”

“Angel, wanna give you cubs. You’d want that, huh? You want to be mine?”

His thrusts were hard and rough, causing you to moan and squirm. Lust rendered you blind as you took and took what Rindou gave. Time was no longer relevant at this point. All you could remember as he continued to fuck you like a savage beast during the mating season was the way his claws dug into your skin, marking you as his. The place’s layout slowly etched itself into your mind as he made it his mission to fuck you in every area with the endeavor of filling up your womb until all you could feel was his cum running down your thighs. Your breasts and nipples hurt after going through the abuse done by his mouth. Hickeys littered your torso and the skin of your neck. Clit and folds puffy, you couldn’t tell how many times you have squirted. Rindou always patted your head each time before tugging your nipples in a teasing way. The collar still wrapped around your neck jingled along with your breasts, soaked with your sweat and tears.

“R-Rindou! I-I can’t—”

“Yes, you can, angel. You can take more.”

He never gave you a break or a minute to rest and catch your breath. The moment he finished inside you, his balls emptied another load, replacing the cum he spurted into your cunt that dribbled out. Mind all in a mush, you sobbed at the overstimulation. Finally, the hybrid set you down on the couch, panting above you. A puddle of your essence and Rindou’s cum sat around your ass. The furniture wasn’t the only unfortunate victim of its owner’s quest to impregnate you and claim you. Mouth wide open, your eyes were fluttering shut due to exhaustion. Yet even as you stared at Rindou with those tired eyes, he held his cock glazed with both of your fluids right in front of your face in expectancy. The tip was red and super sensitive after hitting your cervix countless times while he fucked your brains out.

It was a busy day. Your head was buzzing.

One of those days when you barely have time to breathe properly and have to run around to attend to all the appointments that were previously shoved into your personal agenda. One of those days when, should something get out of control, you might burst into tears because of the stress coursing through your veins like a drug.

But at least look at it this way:

You survived.

At the expense of your good mood, physical health and mental stability, but survived.

And now, all you had to do was go home, crawl into bed after a long tiring day and go to sleep to probably have a worse day than today.

You took a deep breath, looking at the shiny buttons of the elevator that was taking you to the first floor of the huge building that concentrated your depressing life as an office worker. Now maybe it was nine o'clock in the evening, or not much later or early than that, as there were barely any people passing through the company corridors and you felt relieved that you didn't have to talk or interact with anyone other than the cleaning lady who always greeted you with a kind but tired smile.

As soon as you left the building and your feet started hurting in those heels that were part of your dress code and they barely lasted another two minutes glued to your body: you took them off and replaced them with the shoes you always carried in one huge backpack when your boss warned you that he "would need you to stay longer for the good of the company”.

And only then you started to walk down the street calmly, without even paying attention to the surroundings, listening to your feet making several "creaks" in the first steps you took.

It was not a long walk, therefore: there was no point in trying to catch a bus or wanting to go by subway.

At a certain moment, you even picked up your cell phone and headphones to listen to music on the way and make your life a little more colorful and less realistic. And, still walking further and further away from the neighborhood where your business was located, you got a little distracted by viewing the messages on the phone notification bar and tried to answer your group of friends who seemed to decide to make a mess zone of more than a thousand text messages while you were busy working like a responsible adult.

Your music paused unintentionally and you stopped walking before turning the corner and passing in front of a cul-de-sac to click the button to make it start playing again.

Your eyes fell on the alley for a brief second and you had the impression of seeing something partially hidden in a part of it that the light from the street lamp couldn't reach properly.

The music continued without playing, and your ears, even in a muffled way, managed to pick up something resembling a yelp – actually, you realized that it was a yelp because it was better to be an animal than a human.

Your frown creased, you clicked the button on the phone screen to activate the flashlight and cast light on that small corner of the alley.

Then your countenance softened completely and one of your hands went to remove one of the headphones.

How cute! It was a small, fluffy puppy, with shiny eyes like two obsidians and fur as white as whipped cream, probably of some breed between Eskimo or Zwergspitz. His ears raised in a sign that he was on the alert, but not enough to bite you.

Who would have the courage to abandon this cute little boy here, in the middle of the street, without any help?!

You pouted, walking a little closer to the alley and kneeling down holding the cell phone to keep shining a light on the little stray dog.

— Ohh, hi, buddy! Are you lost? Do you have a collar? — Your other vague hand called him toward you and you watched his ears move up and down a few times before seeing him slowly approach, his short legs making you melt with cuteness.

Moving the flashlight on your phone to the side, you stroked his fur, realizing how dirty it was, and looked for a collar, however thin, around his small neck.

— Gosh, they really abandoned you here. — You grumbled, biting thelower lip and watching him rub his snout against the palm of your hand before letting out a lick that made you giggle. — Oh, I can't take you home, buddy! I wish I could, but...

The puppy lifted his head in your direction and you had the impression that you could see in his eyes a reflective glint of anxiety as he silently spoke and growled: "I'm never leaving you!”. But, perhaps it was force of habit to be surrounded by several other humans: you were seeing essentially human emotions in a little animal that just wanted to be protected and cared for.

His eyes kept shining in your direction, and you gave him another little peck before running one hand over his head in a little caress.

How could you say “No” to those cute little eyes? And besides, he seemed so polite, he didn't even try to bite you or get too suspicious when you approached.

You could just keep him for a few days, a few weeks until he is well and recovered from whatever time he has been forced to live on the streets of Tokyo, and then give him to a good dog shelter.

— Fine, fine! You're such a cute lil' thing! — You ran your hand over his head before stroking his ears and going to put away your own cell phone so that you could pick it up with both hands. — C'mere! — The puppy let you lift him up and wrap him in a hug that ended with him resting his head and muzzle on your shoulder, almost like a baby. From his weight, you could tell he was obviously starting to become malnourished. — We're going home now, okay? — You looked at him without expecting an answer, but he gave a little bark that you interpreted as an affirmative answer before you started walking back the same way you always walked.

Or better: almost the same old way, because this time you went to the market near your house to buy a small bag of food with the help of one of the employees because you didn't want to end up giving the puppy something made for humans to eat and make him sick or worse.

When already at home, the first thing you did was to give that puppy a little bath, taking care to wash ears, paws and muzzle. You didn't want to hurt him, much less have him bite you, but in reality he was so calm, it seemed as if he was watching you like a polite boy.

— Now, wait here for me, okay? — You pointed to the sofa after drying his fur with one of your towels and he looked at you without barking before climbing up there and laying his head on his hind legs with his cute little ears wagging. — Okay, okay, good boy. — You gave him a little smile before you went into the kitchen and began to put some of the purchased dog food into a bowl.

Upon returning to the living room, you left it on the floor next to the couch he had been lying on. It didn't even look like he had moved properly, in fact: it even looked like he was watching the television you had turned on as soon as you arrived just to have something playing in the background of your life.

— I'm gonna take a shower, so you better behave yourself, ‘kay? Your food is down here, by your side on the couch! — You said, still not expecting an answer.

He on the other hand just yawned at you and you concluded that he got the message before walking to the bathroom and starting your own shower, which didn't last long because you were anxious to know if your new puppy was making a mess in the living room while you weren't looking.

But.

But, when you came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and went snooping around the room, there was a white Eskimo puppy eating his food with little noises as he chewed.

— You are so obedient, I was expecting to see you making a mess here. — You said and he didn't even bother to lift his face to look at you and by the time you came back into the room wearing clean pajamas, his food was almost completely eaten, and this time, the puppy was back lying lazily on the couch. — I guess I have to choose a name for you, huh?

You sat down next to him and brushed fingers over his fluffy back in a sort of caress to test how willing he was to let you pet him like a good boy. And the puppy stood up and crawled toward you until his front paws were resting on your thigh and his head was resting there too.

Your heart melted, he was so cute!

The gears in your brain started to turn and to think of a name for him. The first option was something like "Snow" because of his fur, the second: "Pearl" also because of his fur, but they all seemed too obvious and you sighed in frustration.

— Mikey? — You felt his ears move back and forth beneath your hand. — Do you like it? "Mikey”? Like it?

It was obvious he wasn't going to answer; he wasn't human. You felt a little silly talking to him as if he was, but his ears moving was good enough to make you sure that from now on, his name was Mikey – even though: he had a name, Sano Manjiro.

— You must be sleepy, I guess. — You spoke up and began to think about where you could let him sleep without worrying about waking up with him making a mess.

Your eyes fell on your bedroom door and face contorted.

— Mikey, you're not going to pee in my bed, are you? — He looked at you with those same bright eyes from before, and you pouted. — Oh, you’d never do that, would you? You're too cute to do that! — Your hands brushed his ears before your arms went around his body and carried him to your room after you turned off the television. — Look, this is my room, it's a lil’ messy today ‘cause I left early for work, but I swear it's not always like this, Mikey. — You left him sitting on your bed and went to pull up the sheets before leaving the bedroom door ajar and getting into bed. — If you need to go to the bathroom, the bedroom door is open, I guess you're smart enough to remember where the bathroom is, huh?

Mikey gave a little bark before wagging his tail and ears and slipping into the sheets.

Now, unlike all the other days, there was a little ball of fur forming a rise in the middle of the bed underneath the sheets you used to sleep on.

You tucked yourself under them too and turned to the opposite side of the bed from Mikey to turn off the light from the lamp beside your bed.

— G'night, Mikey!

It was your first night sleeping together and it would have been completely perfect.

If your new puppy hadn't woken you up with licks on your face practically at 6 o'clock in the morning hungry.

You wanted to be angry with him. Really, you did. But, then again, he looked at you with those big bug-eyes shining in the dim light of the room with the windows closed.

He was lucky that he was too cute – so it took you less than 10 minutes to crawl out of bed grunting and rubbing eyes, walk blindly around the house not wanting to open them properly and put in some pet food for him to eat.

But look on the bright side: at least he didn't try to go into the kitchen alone to rummage through the food and not end up eating something he shouldn't have.

Deep down, Mikey was a good boy and he behaved well: this became obvious when you left for work a few hours after the moment he woke you up and came home extremely worried wondering if he was okay and, contrary to expectations, that little Eskimo dog was lazily lying on the couch.

He only got up excitedly when he saw you open the door and jumped up from the couch wagging his tail and barking in a plea for you to pet him and give him attention.

In fact, Mikey was such a good boy that he would even change his form to fix some things you had left untidy before leaving for work. And you wouldn't even notice because you were so tired from a long day at work, he would even giggle mentally because you were too inattentive to notice the truth literally right under your nose.

As time went by, almost a month and a few weeks later, when you could already see that he was much better taken care of than when you picked him up off the street, you remembered that the deal was:

It was to take care of him until he got well. You didn't have time to take care of a dog, even though, deep down, you had gotten used to coming home to the sound of Mikey's paws on the floor and the sound of his snout against your cheek to wake you up in the morning.

Now you were on the couch in the living room, fingers tangled in his fluffy fur, with the home phone hooked between your ear and shoulder.

— Hello...? Oh, hi, I know it's kind of late, but on weekdays when you're open, I'm at work. — The girl on the other end of the line said everything was fine and asked if you needed anything. — Oh, yes, actually, I kinda... I rescued a stray puppy a few weeks ago, almost a month ago in fact, but I didn't intend to keep it as a pet, y’know? — You got the impression that the attendant was judging you a lot on the other end of the call. — I just... I don't have much time for him, but obviously I didn't wanna leave him on the street again, so I called you to see if there was any way I could be giving him to this shelter.

"Mhm, get it, get it, what’s his condition? Is there any injuries, any illnesses that we need to know about before you hand him over to us?", you looked at Mikey who had his eyes closed, but his ears were up listening to everything you were saying.

You were going to give him away? To whom?! To other people? To another girl? To a boy?

Mikey felt like biting you and growling at you.

How could you want to give him away to other people?! Didn't you like him? He was so good to you! He never ate what you told him not to eat! And he even went back to human form and cleaned your house while you were gone!

Sure, he may or may not have unintentionally or willfully gone through your things, more specifically: your panties, but he was a guy with needs! And he always cleaned up the mess he made afterwards.

— I don't think so, he seems to be in perfect condition! — You spoke into the phone, and as soon as the girl asked for your basic information, such as address, name and phone number for further contact, your voice resounded through the room in several replies in a row.

And Mikey began to think of a way not to be turned over to that shelter, he wanted to remain here, in your home, being your company.

You were too good for him, he would never find another person who had taken such good care of him and tried so hard to treat him like a good pet.

Mikey liked how your fingers applied just the right amount of pressure to his head and back in little caresses, how you let him lick your cheek or hand when it was time to wake up, how you called him "Good boy" in a honeyed voice, how you didn't complain when he kept barking at the cats on the street outside your window, how you let him sleep in your bed and let him lay his head on your thighs and on your tits, liked everything about you, everything you did.

That night, you lay down to sleep on his side of the bed again and turned the other way. And, during the early hours of the morning, your pet puppy changed from canine to human form and watched you in your sleep scratching his head to try to come to a conclusion what to do so that you wouldn't throw him into a shelter.

An idea popped into his mind.

If he was more than just a pet, you wouldn't want to get rid of him.

Yes, more than just a pet, that's what he needed, would, wanted to be.

Throughout the entire night and early morning, Mikey was just waiting anxiously for the morning to come, without returning to his canine hybrid form, and checking on you from time to time from the other side of the bed to see when you would wake up.

The clock struck 7 a.m., you were probably about to wake up, he knew this because he had learned over the weeks that it took you an hour to get ready for work and have coffee. But what usually woke you up was, in fact, the licks he gave you on your face.

Mikey stood over you, one leg on either side of your waist and each arm on the side of your sleeping face, and leaned down to brush his lips against your cheeks and jaw in small, tender kisses.

It took less than two minutes for you to roll over in bed and murmur a sleepy "Hmmm?" with eyes opening slowly and blinking a few times. And your little dog kept on giving you little kisses on your face with his hands going to rest on your waist to keep you from getting up.

You rubbed your eyes and, feeling your fingers rub against something soft, which in this case was his cheek, immediately tried to focus your still sleepy vision.

You were greeted by large dark orbs staring back at you and soon after, your attention fell on a calm face adorned by well-cut hair and decorated with thin, lustrous lips.

It was... a man?! In your fucking room?! A stalker?! Who the fuck...

— Morning! — Mikey spoke up before intercepting a hand of yours almost reaching up to slap his face away and grabbed it before interlacing fingers with yours and pushing your palm against the bed. — You took your time waking up! I thought I was going to have to kiss you for real to–

— Who the fuck are you?! Get the fuck out of my bed, my house! Oh my fu–

— Hm?! What d’you mean?! I am Mikey! Your Mikey! Your white puppy! — He complained, speaking as if it were obvious, and let his lips fall back on your jaw.

Your skin felt so hot, so good under his lips that even though you were already awake, he couldn't stop.

— The fuck! Get the fuck... — You tried to release your hand from his and lifted the other one to his shoulders trying to push him away; in response, Mikey did exactly the same thing you had done before, now both your hands were intertwined with his fingers and pressed against the mattress of the bed. — Out! You're not Mikey! My Mikey is a cute lil'–

— Mhm, doggie, yeah, I know! Because I am your cute lil' doggie! — He answered, lifting his face to look at yours, which had a confused, tormented and annoyed expression all at once, and he grinned sideways. — But, I wanna be more than that, you think I didn't hear you yesterday talking to the dog shelter?! I've been such a good boy to you all these days and you wanna give me away to other people!

— You are not! You're just a fucking–

Mikey wouldn't let you finish talking, his mouth clamped down on yours in a desperate kiss and his hands pressed yours more firmly against the bed to make sure that you couldn't slap his face away.

You tried to open your mouth to bite his lips, and, taking advantage of your accidental gap, he slid his tongue into your mouth, pulling you into a kiss that slowed your already sleep-soaked mind even more.

Your body, without even paying attention to what you were thinking, relaxed beneath Mikey's and just then his hands released yours to slide down your pajama shirt and cup your tits.

Maybe your resistance wasn't firm enough, proof of this was that you barely managed to force yourself not to respond to Mikey's kiss and in a matter of seconds what was supposed to be a shallow kiss just to shut you up turned into something more urgent and messy with his lips assaulting yours as if he were hungry.

Your hands reached into his hair to pull his face closer and before you could think straight, your legs were spreading slightly to let him occupy the space between them which Manjiro promptly claimed as his.

His lips parted from yours when you ran out of air and immediately went to bite your neck hard enough to leave little marks where they passed.

You could feel the bottom of your panties begin to get wet and, almost as if already knowing where you needed him most, one of Mikey's hands slid up your crotch to reach your pussy and caressed it over all the thin fabrics covering it.

— Your puppy is good with his lips, isn't he? No need to say it out loud, I know I am. — Mikey whispered before he lifted his body to move on the bed until his torso was between your legs and his hands were gripping your thighs to keep them apart. — After today, I’ll never leave you, I’ll be your pet and your pet-boyfie forever, got it?

You propped yourself up on elbows unable to grasp the exact real meaning of his words, your body needing more of his touch to be able to focus on anything other than his quiet breathing against your covered pussy.

— You don't... — You felt Mikey leave a kiss on your clit and you swallowed hard trying not to let a moan escape. — D-Don't look like my lil' dog, like my Mikey. — He looked up to meet your eyes and continued to do so before he hooked his fingers through your shorts and panties to pull them down and finally give you a privileged view of your dripping pussy.

— It's because you haven't called me a good boy yet, if you call me a good boy I’ll look like your puppy. — Manjiro retorted, giving a long lick between your folds and making you drop your torso completely against the bed again.

His tongue felt so soft and warm, feeling him run it from top to bottom over your pussy made you clench around nothing before your hands reached into his hair to try to force his head against the middle of your legs.

— Call me good boy, or I won't go on.

Manjiro whispered, and you grunted before running your tongue over lips.

— You're a good boy, Mikey, you already know it. — He denied it with the head before letting out a sardonic laugh.

— 'M not 'a' good boy. — You heard him let out a small irritated growl before he glued lips to your clit and sucked on it without much pressure, just enough to make it leak a little more and make you need it more. — Try again.

— Yo-you're my good boy, okay? My good boy. And–

Before you could speak any further, his mouth glued itself to your pussy again and his tongue began licking you again and, now, sucking with much more precision and avidity than before.

It was as if he had licked you before just to get an initial taste, the best for him came later when your legs began to suffocate him by closing unwillingly around his head and pushing his face further against the middle of your thighs.

Even with his hands holding you around the waist, you were still restless, as expected. And Mikey probably swore to himself that watching you squirm and whimper with hands pulling at his hair while his tongue made a mess of your pretty pussy was the most satisfying sight he had ever had the pleasure of seeing.

Inevitably, one of his palms went from your waist to his cock that had never been covered since the moment he kissed your neck to wake you up.

You didn't usually shower any man with praises, but it was implied that if you stopped inflating his ego, Mikey wouldn't let you cum, even though your body was already shaking with your orgasm getting dangerously close.

He needed you to tell him how well he was eating you out, what a good boy he was, how much you liked him. And that's exactly what you did – shyly, but did, and his eyes rolled up and his mouth groaned against your throbbing clit every time a breathless, intoxicating "Good Boy" escaped your saliva-soaked lips, and the hand on his dick went up and down faster and faster.

And you ended up cumming so hard that you had the impression, for the first time, of having squirted against a guy's mouth and of your vision going white for long seconds that were perfect for Mikey to finish licking up all your liquids, put his arms around your waist and change the position of your body as if you were just a little toy bought to entertain him.

Your body was bent over the bed, knees resting on the mattress in a typical doggystyle. Yes, he liked it that way, it was easier to feel your whole body and he could still wrap a hand around your neck, which didn't take long to happen.

His cock was aching even more to fill you to the brim just watching your entrance pulsing and your clit getting swollen from all the sucking and teasing he had done, and you, on the other hand, were too busy trying to recover from your first orgasm to care much about Mikey wanting to use your wet hole some more.

— Your pussy is so pretty, I'm a lil’ disappointed that I haven't tried anything with you before, I've been missing this pussy of yours for weeks? — Manjiro whispered, licking lips and running two fingers through your folds to spread your slick before putting his hands on your waist.

— Sto-fuck! I cannot...! 'M gonna be–

Mikey hit you deep inside. No time for you to complain.

At the moment he wasn't thinking with his own brain, but was being guided by the instinct of his hybrid part, which meant that by the second time he pulled out of your pussy and slammed again, he was already cumming and filling you for the first time with a drawn-out grunt and teeth digging into one of your shoulders almost hard enough to draw blood.

And your walls milked every last drop of his thick cream, even as your head was confused by the pleasure trying to assimilate all the sensations coursing through your body. You felt full, needing to cum again, and at the same time unable to breathe properly.

Manjiro's instincts whispered to him to keep fucking you and to cum again inside your pussy, to bred you as much as possible, so that's exactly what he did, starting to actually move in and out of you.

In whispers, without stopping to thrust inside your pussy and make some of his cum drip down between your thighs, Mikey was asking you who was fucking you so good, who your pussy belonged to now, who was your good boy. And the answer was obvious, but you could barely formulate a complete sentence without moaning or whimpering in between as he finished fucking you braindead.

The pace becoming more and more animalistic, erratic and rough, his balls already full of cum again slapping against your swollen clit and his hands leaving marks on your waist that was already aching from the force used to slam his hips against yours.

It didn't take long for your puppyboy to cum inside your used pussy again, this time giving a much deeper thrust to make sure he had finished breeding you properly, and his climax ended up pulling yours in and as a result you were gushing against him again in a mixture of both your fluids and his.

Mikey had used up most of his strength stored up during the night and ended up collapsing on the bed beside you, his breathing as rapid as yours, but unlike you there was a silly, almost idiotic smile of satisfaction and accomplishment on his lips.

Your head turned to the side and eyes fixed on the watch. Obviously you were already late. And your puppy's attention followed yours before he propped himself up on his elbows.

— This means that we can–

— Get the fuck out of my bed, if you're my dog, I'm forbidding you to lie in my bed again! — Manjiro pouted, he had the same bright eyes as the day you found him on the street.

— We can do it on the floor too, but I prefer the bed because–

— We are not! Going to have sex again! And you... — You stared at him with a frown. — You'll sleep in the backyard for making me late today.

— Jeez, you're such a hothead! — Mikey stood up and rolled over on the bed until he was on your side with his face close to yours. — Are you still taking me to the shelter?

You didn't answer, but Manjiro already knew the answer.

He just wanted you to admit that you were no longer going to give up your good boy.

“Imaushi… Babe… Are you on your rut?” you mumbled against the pillow. That's all you could do because of the position he held you in.

He had your hips bruising in his grip and the curve of your ass rubbing against his clothed crotch. Wakasa seemed to be in a trance; only mewls and grunts came from his throat, your voice had no effect on him. His tail kept on swinging back and forth as it hit the bed with a thud.

-

When you decided to adopt a hybrid, you never really thought about the complications it came with nor how Wakasa, in general, would become such an important part of your life.

Wakasa’s case was special, he was a Tsushima leopard cat hybrid. The shelter that had Wakasa said he was a house cat hybrid, and you had filled the paperwork for a typical house cat hybrid, but that wasn’t the case.

You both went through hell and back, when in one of his monthly checkups, you discovered he wasn’t a house cat hybrid but a leopard hybrid, and to make it worse, an endangered species.

The government has regulations, and Wakasa Imaushi the Tsushima Leopard wasn’t registered as yours. They tried to confiscate him, which was ridiculous because you had been living with him for a while now; the only difference was the species. After trials, lawyers, and tears, you won the case, and Wakasa stayed with you.

-

With a harsh bite over your shoulder blade, Wakasa got you out of your thoughts, as if he was reprimanding you for spacing out. You could feel his ears tickle your neck with every move he made, and the strength he applied to your hips kept increasing—nails almost breaking your skin for better leverage.

“Ima…!! What is it? Your rut wasn’t supposed to come yet,” you prayed that the suppressants he used to take before you both were comfortable with sex weren’t taking a toll on him now.

“Y/N…” Wakasa’s breathing was becoming heavier and heavier by the second, “It’s not me,” he spoke through gritted teeth—discomfort reflected in each word.

“I can see that,” you grumbled, “with how eager you’re humping my ass,” you were kind of irritated having woken you up in the middle of the night.

A hard thrust from his hips shut you up. You could feel his engorged cock dripping precum on your underwear. The thin layer wasn’t helping much since you could already feel how messy he was leaving your semi-covered ass.

“Y/N, fuck… You smell… so strong... I….” Your scent clouded Wakasa’s mind; no rational thought resided in him right now. His instinct instructed him to take you, to mount you—because your body signaled it was ready to breed. That all too familiar odor coming from your cunt incited him to take what belongs to him, and only he could fill your womb with cubs.

“What? Wait! Imaushi, let me turn around, and we can see what it is that you need,” you tried to negotiate because he was making no sense. You haven’t had any contact with other hybrids recently, and you had definitely showered before going to bed. What smell did Wakasa mean? You thought.

“No. Y/N! You are ovulating! For—fuck… Your body is screaming for me to fill it up. you don’t… your… Fuck… hole must be all warm and wet, ready for me to full it with my seeds,” Wakasa practically roared each word in your ear. He was pressing his whole chest and weight on you while he kept on thrusting in between your clothed asscheeks. Hands never weakened his hold on you. On the contrary, you must have his palms, fingertips, and nails branded on your skin by now.

You were aware of what had caused this sudden reaction. Cursing under your breath, you remembered the date, and he was right. Your fertile window started today, “Imaushi, baby, I’m sorry,” you knew how sensible he was to any of your hormonal changes. How could you forget?

Again, you tried turning around, but this time so you both could have better access to each other. But Wakasa didn’t want you to move. His instincts told him that you shouldn’t be working yourself out; he must do the work. He has to be in charge for his offsprings to come out healthy, and you shouldn't overwork yourself.

“Imaushi, please! I want to touch you!” how one thing could change the whole perspective. You were eager to please him and let him have you, being fully aware of how painful this situation was for him. Wakasa could smell the change in your scent. It was more savory, welcoming, and sweet. Welcoming.

Taking that as a yes, Wakasa stopped his humping. His hands went straight to the point; he took your already ruined panties and threw them to the side of the bed, spreading your legs; he saw your opening. It was glistening with your juices and Wakasa couldn’t wait any longer. He went balls deep with a sharp snap of his hips—tremors ran through his body the moment he felt your heat surrounding his cock, roaring at the overwhelming sensation.

“Imaushi!” you almost howled at the sudden feeling of pleasure and pain. Your scream caused his ears to twitch and his tail to strongly sway in delight. Wakasa was in a state of pure bliss. What none of you expected was for him to climax in that moment. Strings of creamy white painted your insides. Not a single move was necessary for his release. You felt him grow even bigger as he stayed buried deep inside your cunt. Throbbing and twitching as he tried to push even deeper.

Hot, it was so hot. Wakasa’s essence burned your core; you were whimpering under Wakasa from the unexpected release; it felt so good. You both were in ecstasy.

Still inside you, Wakasa was not planning on moving. He knew he could hurt his human if he moved after copulating. So, being extremely careful he held you and moved both of you to lay on your sides.

“Imaushi… W-why are we spooning?” You were still lightheaded from his ejaculation.

“I’m sorry, love. I came too fast.” he actually felt bad but thinking about it. “You know I have to mate you again right?” Wakasa is very aware that his species’ sperm is weak, besides you didn’t orgasm yet so he needed to do more. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good right now.”

You heard his last sentence, and you could feel the smirk on his face. “Imaushi, what do you..” you were unable to finish due to Wakasa’s fingers pressing your bundle of nerves—clit drenched on fluids.

Wakasa’s cock was still inside of you—one arm over your form so his hand could reach your bud and the other underneath your side so he could palm your chest. Incoherent sounds began to fall from your lips as you felt both of his hands work on you.

His long fingers were wildly playing with your clit. Wakasa loved how your mouth produced different little moans and puffs of air at every movement of his fingers on your clit and your nipples. The most beautiful sight was his human writhing in pleasure.

You felt so full. He wasn’t moving his hips an inch but with his ministrations and his pulsating cock, warm in your hole. You were going crazy.

“That’s it, Y/N, keep those beautiful sounds coming for me. I love being inside you; you have no idea how much I regret not ravishing you completely,” Wakasa whispered in agony at the thought of his tongue not savoring you today, pressing your nipple and vigorously circling your clit, had you trembling; your back pressed to his chest allowed you to feel his purring through your whole body. Wakasa was about to go feral if he didn’t feel you cum soon. He was sure he was doing an excellent job at taking care of his human’s needs.

He kept licking the curve of your ear as he played with your buds. Your clit would hurt tomorrow with how he was wildly handling it. You felt that pull and heat on your lower abdomen. Between whimpers, you tried to warn him about your release, but it was unnecessary. Wakasa already knew. He could feel your insides squeezing and sucking his cock. Still, he didn’t move his hips, still worried about the swollen tip hurting his delicate human.

With a final flick of his wrist, you finally had your release. Your trembling form went limp in between his arms, and your eyes closed from the orgasm clashing in your insides.

Wakasa Imaushi loved feeling your whole body pressed to him, your ass to his hips, your back to his broad chest, and his arms wrapping around you. Because you were his, you belonged there, like this, at his mercy. Wakasa kept stroking your hair, arms engulfing your body as you both fell asleep

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The following day you woke up feeling very sticky and kind of uncomfortable. Looking down, you saw that Imaushi didn’t move an inch from your side and from inside you. Shit, you thought.

“Imaushi! Imaushiuu!” You started to wiggle, trying to break free from your hybrid as you remembered how clingy leopards tend to behave. Even his fluffy tail was wrapped around you.

“Y/N, good morning,” you felt a certain amount of eagerness in his voice; why was he so energetic? “Ready for round two?” You were sure if he weren’t holding you captive in bed, he would be jumping and rolling. The fresh morning sun had that effect on him.

“Let’s eat first! Please! And a shower!” you said as you stretched your arm to scratch his fluffy ear. “and please take your dick out.”

“No, sorry, I like it here,” he said, making an emphasis on the here as he jerked his hips, earning a yelp from you, “Besides, I can do more with it in than out,” his next response was darker in contrast to his prior one, but the playful tone still present. With a snap of his hips, he got you whining again.

“Imaushi!” you moaned.