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Pairing: Toyger!Mark x fem!reader Genre: fluff, very minor angst, hybrid au Rating: PG Warnings: breakups, language, brief Markhyuck, mentions of anxiety, kissing, mentions of feeling inferior/judged, vague allusions to sex Word Count: 7,740 Summary: You’ve worked alongside Mark almost your entire career. You stay by his side when you learn about his somewhat awkward breakup. The closer you get, the more you realize that you enjoy his company. Maybe you want to stay by his side longer than you thought.

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Mark was minding his business, getting ready to head into his office for the day. Nothing seemed out of place other than the fact that Donghyuck was already out of bed and making himself breakfast. His boyfriend never got up this early if he could help it. Still, he didn’t pay it any mind as he went about his usual morning routine. Donghyuck’s scent was slightly off and smokier than his familiar campfire smell, but Mark still paid it no mind. As he moved around the apartment, he didn’t bother asking his boyfriend if anything was wrong. More likely than not, it was because he got mad at the game he was playing during his stream the night before.

It isn’t until he comes back to the kitchen table, where the younger was angrily munching on his cereal, that things explode. Mark had simply leaned down to kiss the tip of the Shiba’s ear. Donghyuck jerked in the opposite direction. He glared at his boyfriend before standing up and moving a chair away. This time though, Mark doesn’t shrug it off. Instead, he moves over to the chair his boyfriend had moved to. Again, he tried to kiss the tip of his furry ear, and the younger jerked away.

“Baby pup, what’s wrong? Was your stream really that rough last night?” the kitty hybrid asks naïvely.

“Fuck you.” the Shiba grumbles, not adding much else to the conversation.

“I can’t fix anything if I don’t know what’s wrong, Hyuck. Can you communicate so I don’t leave you here all angry?”

“There’s nothing you can fucking do!” the younger screams out, “You’re always fucking working, and I can’t remember the last time we had a proper date and-” he breaks down in tears on the spot.

“Pup,” Mark sighs, taking the slightly smaller puppy hybrid in his arms, “I thought we were on the same page with everything. We’ve been dating since I started this career. I thought you understood that I’d be working weird hours. My creative flow for writing doesn’t have a set schedule. I’m sure I annoy the hell out of my illustrator for making her wake up and come into the office at 2 am at least once a week.” he says, trying to lighten the mood while running his hand up and down the Shiba hybrid’s spine (who still has yet to stop crying), “I’m sorry I hurt you Hyuckie, that wasn’t my intention at all. Maybe-” he interrupts himself with a sigh, “maybe this isn’t going to work out.”

Hyuck’s already agitated smokey smell got more intense, “What did you just fucking say? Know what fuck you, Mark Lee! Fuck you and your stupid fucking job!” he forces himself out of the kitty’s grasp and storms off to his gaming room, slamming the door behind him.

Mark can’t do anything to fix it anymore, he said something he can’t take back, and now he’s suddenly single. As much as he would love to fix things between them, he also knows that he’s already running late for work as it is. He knew you would kill him when he stepped foot in the office too. If he asked if you could be there at 8 am sharp, he should be there by at least 7:30. Collecting the last of what he needed. He left the apartment despite the notably furious Donghyuck on the other side of the shared home.

“Hey, it’s about time you showed up!” you call without looking up, hearing Mark enter the small work studio, “Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb are sitting in our kitchen right now. Don’t ask me why neither of them are-” you stop rambling when a very frisky Bengal kitty stomps into the room.

“I know for a fact you did not just refer to my absolutely fabulous boyfriend and myself as those blubbering idiots from Alice in Wonderland. If anything, we’re Romeo and Juliet… wait, no, they both end up dead… maybe-”

“Down, kitty,” Johnny says, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, “you’re going to hurt yourself thinking about a good duo for us.” he laughs.

Mark doesn’t say a thing, though. He just quietly shuffled over to his desk, which was probably not helpful since there was a picture of him and Donghyuck sitting in the corner. The youngest kitty groans and slams his head down against the desk, effectively making everyone else aware of his emotional state. Only then do Ten and Johnny notice how Mark’s scent has changed. His normally smooth green tea scent was bitter, almost chalky in a way. Of course, being human, you couldn’t smell the change in his scent. Despite your whole family being hybrids, you’re the only one who was born human. The only advantage you have in this situation is that you’re slightly more in tune with handling the situation than the average human. You watch as Ten releases himself from Johnny’s grip and slinks over to sit on the edge of Mark’s desk. Reaching over, he starts stroking the younger’s kitty ears, hoping to soothe him a little, just enough to relax his scent.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you offer gently, still sitting at your art table, keeping a distance.

Mark groans in reply.

“Come on, Mark,” Johnny adds, “Ten, and I can smell that you’re not happy right now. And we both know that she can sense it even if she can’t smell it.”

“You must’ve at least talked to Donghyuck about it, right?” Ten adds, hoping it’s a helpful addition.

When Mark’s scent gets even more bitter, Ten puts two and two together. Looking over at his boyfriend, then back to Mark, then to you, and again back to Mark, he tries to find the best words to say. You sigh and finally stand up from your workbench and gently move Johnny out of the way. Ten, of course, catches the hint and moves as well. You take the more petite kitty’s place and begin rubbing the base of Mark’s furry ears, and a soft purr of appreciation erupts from his throat. It took quite a while for Mark to be comfortable enough to show any of his kitty qualities to you. Still, he’s timid about showing them. Now though, he couldn’t care less due to his emotional state.

“When did it happen?” you ask softly, “Your breakup with Donghyuck, I mean.”

“This morning,” Mark finally sighs, “just before I left to come here. So that’s the reason I was late.”

You hum in response. With your free hand, you take a picture of the former couple and pass it to Johnny. You knew the picture on his desk would only add salt to his incredibly fresh wound. You prod further into the situation and coax Mark to talk bit by bit until you get the full story from his perspective. You have always known Donghyuck to be a somewhat impulsive person, it was his nature, but for him to explode like that, you knew it must’ve been weeks, if not months, of the build-up to get to this point. You look over at the other two kitties, who, in the past few months, you’ve grown to become friends with too. You share a silent conversation and ultimately realize that Mark is simply in no state to write or edit anything.

“Since she’s got it under control, I hate to say it, but Yuta just texted me saying there was a walk-in customer asking me to do a tattoo for them. He tried to tell them I wasn’t in until the afternoon, but…” he trails off.

“It’s okay. I should probably… write, I guess… I need to finish this chapter of the book.” Mark sighs.

“You will not be working.” you state matter-of-factly, “I’m treating you to a nice little brunch at the cafe downtown. You’re in no mindset to write, and I’m sure you don’t really want to do that right now either.”

“Go relax and decompress a little bit Mark.” the oldest kitty adds as soon as he notices Mark is about to protest.

Before the youngest could fight anything, both his older friends left the small office, leaving the two of you alone, which is not uncommon. More often than not, if you were both sitting in your shared office space, there was quiet music playing or silence as you both did the tasks you needed to complete for the day. Of course, the occasional question regarding which scene to illustrate came up, and Mark asked if the flow was okay or used you as a bounce board for ideas. It was always comfortable, though. There was never an awkward air between you. With your fingers gently scratching the base of the kitty hybrid’s ear, you don’t feel a single strand of tension in the air.

“You want me to continue scratching your ear for a little bit? Or would you rather head out to go to that cafe now?”

“This is nice,” he admits, “I was never really on the receiving end of these scratches with Hyuck. He much preferred having his ears scratched than scratching mine.”

“Do you like this?”

“Yeah, it’s really comforting. Not something I ever got a lot as a kid either.”

So you stay like that for a while, knowing you were providing some comfort to him was more than enough satisfaction to you right now. You offer absentminded questions, get short but meaningful responses out of him, and offer them back when he asks for your reply. You even managed to get a few giggles or chuckles from him when you mentioned a rather interesting or random anecdote. You take note of his tail flicking back and forth in a content manner. That’s when you decide to remove your hand from his head and offer to begin your drive downtown to the cafe. He finally lifts his head from the wooden surface and nods in agreement.

The entire drive to the cafe, you continue to have leisurely conversations. Despite you working side by side for a few years now, you rarely get to talk about things outside the sphere of work. You learn very quickly that when Mark is comfortable, he’ll talk forever. You also get more insight into how he processes the world and, ultimately, how he builds the worlds in his novels. You couldn’t smell his scent, but you knew he was still not feeling his best. Being raised around hybrids your whole life helped you immensely when it came to deciphering your co-worker’s emotional state. Even after you had parked and started to walk towards the doors of the café, his tail wasn’t swaying like it typically does, nor were his ears upright and perky. All you can do for now is keep him distracted and as happy as you can.

“Why don’t you go find a table, and I’ll order our drinks.” you smile.

“Do you know what I want?” “You always get the same thing, Mark, I know.” you giggle.

Luckily it isn’t busy, but you know Mark will want a sunny seat. He’ll never admit it out loud, but he loves when the sun shines on him in the office. As you get in line to order, you see him sit in the corner where the sun is beaming through the window, just as expected. His ear twitches seemingly content, even if you know the actual underlying cause of the twitching is anxiety. You order your typical drink and order Mark his go-to. Peach Jelly Iced Tea; he’s never been fond of coffee as long as you’ve known him. He shudders every time he witnesses Johnny drink black coffee in the office when he’s around. With the drinks in hand, you make your way over to wear Mark had chosen to sit. His tail flicks lazily back and forth under the table. It’s a habit he has when he’s lost in thought.

“Where’d you run off to?” you tease lightly, placing the drink down in front of him.

“Hmm?” he jumps slightly, “oh, just one of the upcoming chapters of the book we’re working on. I think I want to have that android escape his factory and meet the professor.”

“What if he met Kyren? She’s kind of a rouge. It’s more likely that he’d meet her rather than the professor.”

Mark chitters slightly but swallows the sound before it entirely escapes him, “He can’t! Kyren is in prison right now after stealing those bionic parts for Becca. You’re right, though. The professor wouldn’t cross paths with him.” he whines, the two characters have a lot of history. He’s putting them through hell as any good author would.

“Dzia? She escaped that facility in the previous chapter you wrote, right?”

“She did. Maybe that could work. Dzia is the one to start the uprising against the government. It couldn’t hurt to have the android assisting her.”

You giggle at the pout that grows on his lips as he thinks. You nudge his drink closer to him before taking your own sip. He doesn’t notice until you push it enough to have the cold cup touch his hand. He scratches the back of his head, slightly embarrassed that he got so lost in thought. There are a few moments of silence before either of you speaks again. Mark makes a happy sound as he sips his tea, filling your chest with warmth.

“What made you start liking that specific tea so much?”

“You’ve heard about Yuta, right?” you nod, “He got this tea for me a while ago, and he got me immediately hooked on it. Jungwoo, one of my and Jaehyun’s friends, really likes it too. It’s like our thing to get these together when we hang out.”

“Jaehyun, as in that Newfie hybrid that comes around with those pups?” you question.

“Yeah, those are his boys. He really loves them a lot.”

“Wait, they’re all his? Isn’t he close to our age?”

Mark chuckles and takes another sip of his fruity beverage, “Yeah, we’ll just say that Jaehyun has always really wanted to be a dad. His boys are well-behaved, though. He’s a good dad. I babysit for him sometimes so he and his girlfriend can do classes or have dates. Baekhyun is seven now; he’s a Newfie like Jae. He’s a terrific kid, and I can’t wait to see what he does when he gets older. Hoseok is five, a basenji like his mom. He just started kindergarten this year, but he’s such a funny kid. Jaehyun thinks he’s going to do big things one day. They just had their third, Subin. He’s a cute baby. His ears are far too big for him, but all pups grow into their ears eventually. Much calmer than his brothers ever were.”

You smile gently, listening to him talk about his friends and their kids, “Do you think they’ll have more?”

Mark nearly spits out his tea, laughing, “If Jae has anything to say about it, they won’t stop until he gets a little girl. That’s all he wants.”

“And what does his girlfriend think about that?”

“She’s had three kids in the past seven years. The poor woman wants a break from being pregnant.” “I can’t blame her.” you laugh, “I give her a lot of credit for doing that and also still going to school.”

From there, your conversation with Mark devolves into whatever comes to mind. You’re having such a good time with him that you lose track of time. The spot eventually got shady, and then the sun began setting outside. The golden light hits him at just the right angle that it seems like his irises glow a gorgeous amber color. It nearly takes your breath away. You have no idea where these emotions came bubbling from, but you think it best to suppress them. He turns his head and looks out the large window beside the two of you. A piece of his hair falls on his face as he turns. His kitty ears twitch again when a different bit of hair tickles against them in just the right way.

“We didn’t get any word done today.” he says in a slightly sad tone.

“Good. You needed the day off.” you say determinedly.

He sighs, “I guess I did. Let’s get back to the office. I have to walk back to my apartment.”

You can’t smell his scent, but you can tell how he deflates. You’ve known both him and his ex-boyfriend long enough to know that Donghyuck has already moved all of his things out. A small pit in your stomach forms thinking about how horrible your kitty friend must feel.

“I’ll drive you home. Do you have anything we could use to make a suitable dinner?”

“I couldn’t ask- you shouldn’t-” he stutters, “I don’t want to bug you any longer than I already have.”

You sigh, “Fine, then we’ll have to get dinner together on a different day.”

“Deal,” he smiles softly, “consider it a date!”

He slaps his hand over his mouth after processing what he just said. His tail flicks behind him quickly, trying to express any excess energy it can. You just smile and put your jacket on.

“If you want to call it that, we can see how it goes.”

About two weeks later, you’re turning off the overhead lights of your art desk in the office. Mark is still clacking away at his keyboard, getting his last few thoughts out onto the document. You had agreed to get dinner tonight since it worked well for both of you. The weather was uncharacteristically chilly for this time of year. The leaves have just started changing to the bright fall colors, yet the weather seems to be bordering on a winter feeling. Over the two weeks before your date, you and Mark have become closer than ever. It got to the point that Ten asked if you were dating. Mark lets out a low growl at him, but it does nothing, though. Ten is just proud of him for allowing one of his kitty sounds out while you were around.

“You almost done?” you chuckle, pressing your fingers into the scrunched-up skin between his eyebrows.

“Yeah, one more paragraph.”

You know that one more paragraph actually means two more chapters of writing, at least. Eventually, you talk him down to only finishing the paragraph he’s currently writing. You take a peek at what he’s working on. The imagery of his words alone gives you plenty of material to work with for the illustrations. You’ve always been very thankful that he describes everything so clearly, and if he doesn’t, then he’s always very helpful when it comes time for you to draw a scene. Just as he shuts down his computer, his phone starts ringing. You glance down and see that it’s Jaehyun. You know that the puppy hybrid doesn’t call unless it’s an emergency.

“Is everything okay?” Mark asks as soon as he accepts the call, “What? Are you sure he’s not just fucking with you?” his eyes go wide, “Sicheng never- okay, um, one second.” he mutes himself and looks up at you. “Sicheng backed out of babysitting last minute. Jae wants to know if I can babysit tonight.”

“I don’t mind watching the boys with you. If Jae and his girlfriend are really in a bind, I don’t mind tagging along.”

He nods at you and unmutes himself, “You cool if my um- the girl I’m talking to comes too?... my illustrator… Okay, cool, cool, we’ll be there in like,” he pauses to look at the time, “fifteen minutes.”

The drive is relatively peaceful despite the sudden change in plans. As always, Mark walked to work today, so you drove. The house you pull up to is small, but you can still feel the love radiating from it. You opt to park along the curb on the off chance that both parents would be driving separately. Mark smiles at you, eyes curving into pretty crescents as he does so. Mark gets out of your car, his tail swishing happily behind him as he approaches the front door, and you follow behind him. As you approach the door, you can hear the liveliness of the home bursting through. Mark turns around, flashing you a smile before knocking on the door. When it opens, a pretty basenji hybrid opens the door, one arm full, holding a little pup.

“Thanks for coming on such short notice.” she sighs, “Jae and I both have lectures we need to attend tonight and-”

“Baekhyun, come back in here and clean up after yourself.”

“Sorry about him. Baek has been forgetful lately. I think it’s partly on purpose at times. Please come on in.” she smiles softly, moving out of the way.

The home is just as welcoming on the inside. There are a few areas covered in toys, but you can’t be too surprised when three kids are in the house. First, you spot a tall kid running past with big brown floppy ears. You assume it’s Baekhyun since a more petite boy with blonde ears comes bounding up and throws himself in Mark’s direction.

“Hi, Hoseok,” Mark giggles, “how has school been?”

“Good!” the little boy chuckles, showing a toothy grin that’s missing a tooth right in front.

Jaehyun walks up a few moments later and sighs before speaking, “Thanks so much for doing this, and I hate to ruin your date- it was a date, right?”

“Yeah,” you smile, “it’s okay. You and your girlfriend have classes to take care of. I’m sure your boys won’t be too hard to wrangle.”

The puppy hybrid lets out an airy laugh and shakes his head. His girlfriend joined him not much later, still holding Subin in her arms. She passes the small pup to him before informing the three of you that she’ll be getting her school supplies ready to go. Jaehyun called after her to grab his stuff as well. Mark’s older friend chats with you for a few more moments before Subin gets fussy.

“He should get a bottle soon. The instructions are on the fridge. Baekhyun has one more assignment for homework he needs to do. After that, Hoseok should be all set. Both of them go to bed in about an hour and a half. Subin should be ready to sleep right after he has his bottle.” he pauses for a moment, “That should be about it.”

“We’ll be back around 9:30 from our classes!” his counterpart calls down the hallway.

“That too.” he chuckles, “You comfortable with holding the baby?”

You nod, “Do you trust Mark to make the bottle, though?”

“Hey!” he argues, ear twitching as he speaks, “I can do it!”

“You can’t even make eggs, Mark.” you tease.

Jaehyun passes Subin over to you and takes his bookbag from his girlfriend. She calls both of her older boys into the room. Giving them each a kiss on the tops of their heads and then scratching Subin’s ears, she grabs her own things. With that, both parents were out the door. Mark’s tail starts swishing back and forth again, displaying his content state. However, Hoseok sees his tail as something he can pounce on. The kitty hybrid nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels his tail being tugged. Turning around, he scoops the puppy up and spins him around in his arms. The little boy giggles up a storm as his uncle shakes him and tosses him around.

You bounce Subin in your arms as you make your way to the kitchen. Mark is right. He’s an adorable baby. The Jung boys are very adorable pups. Perks of having two gorgeous parents. As Jaehyun had mentioned, the instructions for Subin’s bottle are on the fridge. Shifting the newborn to be resting against your shoulder, you start preparing the bottle. It doesn’t take incredibly long, nor is it complicated, but to anyone who hasn’t had any interactions with babies, you could understand why it would be slightly confusing. So you just stand in the kitchen, rocking the tiny baby back and forth in your arms until his bottle is ready.

“You look pretty.”

Hearing Mark’s voice makes you jump, “How long were you standing there?”

“Not long, seriously though, you look pretty.”

You don’t know how to react; he’s never been so direct with you before. Right now, of all times, is another reason you don’t know how to respond; you’re standing in his friend’s kitchen holding said friend’s newborn. You just stand there and look at him for a few moments. There are stars in his eyes as he looks back at you. His hair seems to frame his face and ears so perfectly. Then, mark walks closer to you, and it looks like he’s about to kiss you in the small kitchen. Your heart pounds out of your chest at the idea that he might do it. Then, just as he starts to search your eyes for any remnants of an answer to his silent question, you hear a quiet growl.

“I think that’s Baekhyun,” he says quietly, “I’ll go check on him.”

You nod and redirect your attention to the bottle that is finally ready to give to the baby. With the bottle in hand, you move to the couch. It would be easiest to hold and feed him there so you could also be comfortable. Subin almost instantly takes the bottle in his mouth and drinks to his heart’s content. However, you feel a pair of eyes on you. It’s not Mark; you can hear him talking down the hall. When you look up, you see Hoseok looking at you with a confused expression. One of his blonde ears flops over as he tilts his head at you. He doesn’t say a word to you and just looks at you. You can practically see the cogs turning in his mind. You smile before looking down at Subin again, ensuring he’s alright. Two pairs of footsteps come down the hall, and you see Baekhyun, followed by Mark, entering the living area. Only then does Hoseok speak.

“Where are your ears? Do you not have ears? Do you only have a tail? My classmate only has a tail… he keeps it hidden, though, cause it’s a little bunny tail. Not a big long tail like Baek and me have.”

“Hoseok! You can’t ask people that!” Baekhyun chastises.

“Why not?” the younger pup asks, utterly oblivious to why his question was bad.

“It’s okay, Baekhyun,” you assure, “I don’t have ears or a tail, Hoseok. I’m a human, not a hybrid.”

“Ohhhhh,” the five-year-old draws out, “are your mommy and daddy humans too?”

You shift slightly and move Subin into a position so you can burp him. Hoseok doesn’t mean to make you uncomfortable by any means; he’s only five, after all. The question does hit a bit of a sensitive topic for you, though. Baekhyun seems to sense your discomfort despite your attempts to brush it off. You answer just as he’s about to drag his brother away to play with him.

“No, my parents are hybrids like you guys. They’re a type of kitty hybrid.” you smile sweetly, “I just wasn’t born like them.”

“Oh, I think it’s cool that you’re a human!” he giggles, showing the empty space where his tooth should be, “I think Uncle Mark likes you too.”

Mark seems to choke on air when the pup says that. He’s coughing up a storm off to the side, and you do nothing but giggle. You finish burping the baby moments later, and both of the boys settle in front of you, playing with their toys together. Jaehyun had told you that Subin would likely fall asleep quickly after his bottle, but you still lay him against your chest and rubbed his small back to be sure. Mark comes and sits beside you but doesn’t speak. You can tell something’s on his mind, though. He offers to take the infant from you, but you reject it. You rather like the comfort the small hybrid brings. He’s only a month old, but the slight weight against your chest, combine with his warmth and little puffs of breath against your neck, makes you feel more at ease.

You both hear a disgruntled noise escape Baekhyun again. When you look over at where he was previously sitting with his brother, he wasn’t there. A few moments later, you hear his footsteps pad back into the main area of the home. He’s holding a singular sheet of paper and a pack of colored pencils. You can immediately tell what’s wrong and, this time, take Mark’s offer and hand him the baby. The oldest of the three boys sits at the dining table, clearly brooding over the blank paper in front of him. You approach slowly, gauging where he is emotionally as you do so.

“You okay there, Baekhyun?” you ask quietly, sitting beside him at the table.

“‘M fine.” he grumbles, “It’s just a stupid project.”

“What’s stupid about it?”

You glance down at the paper and read the instructions. He needs to read a short story and then draw what he visualizes. It’s not very difficult, but as an artist, you can understand how frustrating it can be just to draw sometimes. The seven-year-old groans and flops his head down face first on the table, his chocolate brown ears laying flat out on either side of his head. You scratch his hair gently, and a giggle escapes your lips as you notice his tail wagging slightly.

“I just don’t know where to start.” he admits, “There’s too many parts I could draw…”

“Do you want my help?”

The boy looks up at you with glittery eyes, “You can help me?”

You nod and smile at him, “I do all the drawings in your Uncle Mark’s books. I won’t do it for you, but I can absolutely help you.”

The next fifteen or so minutes were spent helping Baekhyun choose which scene he wanted to draw and how to get it started. His eyes seemed to light up when you offered a little bit of direction to his creative energy. You know precisely what that spark is, he loves what he’s doing, and you remember when you first felt that spark for art as well. It’s one of the most rewarding feelings you’ve ever had in your life. Now, you get to show that spark to someone else. Yet, something about the entire situation feels extremely domestic. You’re sitting and helping Baekhyun with homework; Hoseok peacefully plays with his toys while Mark watches him and holds Subin. Yet, a flutter of something invades your belly that, at this moment, you’re choosing not to address.

Once Baekhyun is finished with his art assignment, you walk back over to Mark. Baekhyun rejoins his younger brother on the floor playing. Mark smiles at you when you return. His ears are angled out slightly, and he blinks slowly. It’s extremely obvious that he’s happy. When you look down at the infant, you see that he’s happily asleep in his arms. The tiny pup nuzzles closer against Mark’s chest. Even in his sleep, Subin displays his comfort with his kitty uncle. You sit beside him for a few minutes; the silence is comfortable, and not a single word feels the need to be said.

“I’ll get the older two ready for bed. You seem like you’re enjoying your time with Subinnie.” you giggle quietly.

“You’ll come back and sit with us, right?” this time, his slow blinks are directed at you.

“I will,” you promise.

Just as you go to stand up again, Mark calls your name. You turn towards him, and before he can talk himself out of it, he leans forward and places a quick peck against your lips. You don’t get a moment to react because a pup, namely Hoseok, is crying out in disgust.

“Don’t you know Uncle Mark has cooties!” he half yells.

“Shh, your brother is sleeping.” you chastise gently, “Don’t worry, I can’t catch his cooties.”

“Are you sure?” the five-year-old asks, narrowing his eyes.

“I’m sure, pup. You and Baekhyun need to clean up now. It’s bedtime.”

Both older boys whine but do as their told and clean up their toys. Baekhyun is the first to make it to their shared bedroom, nearly slamming the door in his younger brother’s face. You hear the younger whine before opening the door again and closing it behind him. After Baekhyun pops his head out of the bedroom door again, you take it as a sign to go check on them. Baekhyun looks up at you with big eyes when you get to the door. He doesn’t say anything but opens the door more to show you that Hoseok is currently fighting with the buttons of his pajama shirt. The older puppy tells you that his brother won’t let him help. You just chuckle lightly and make your way over to the growling five-year-old. His frustration subsides almost immediately after you make your presence known to him. Hoseok’s ears fall down slightly, making it clear that he’s now more relaxed. Baekhyun makes a noise that you can only call a rumble when he sees his brother calm down. The two boys dash into the bathroom moments later to brush their teeth and wash their faces. You, of course, assist Hoseok with both tasks when he asks with the most adorable pout ever.

Baekhyun and Hoseok say good night to Mark and their baby brother before you tuck them into bed for the night. When you return to the couch, you see Mark happily cuddling with the sleeping baby. He’s purring quietly; the sound makes your chest burst with warmth. Unfortunately, though, the moment he registers that you’re back, he forces the noise back. You plop down beside him, laying your head back against the couch. Lolling your head to the side, you find Mark already looking at you.

“I can go put him in his crib.” you offer.

“I like cuddling him.” the kitty responds.

You nod, “Ten more minutes. Jae and his girlfriend would have our heads if we readjusted Subin to only sleep while being held.”

Mark nods, looking down at the small pup, “Ya know, I never really thought about being a parent until I heard Jaehyun talking about his boys. That kind of unconditional love is so crazy to me. Something you have to experience. It can’t really be described in words.”

“Yeah?” you respond, “Is that something you and Hyuck ever talked about?”

“No,” he replies shortly.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be bringing that stuff up. Especially when this was supposed to be a date.”

He hums, “Can I ask you something?” you nod, “Are you the only human in your family? Like including extended family and such.” “Yeah, it was hard for me growing up. That’s part of why I applied to art schools here; I needed to get away from it.”

“I get that,” he responds, “being the only kitty in my family was really rough for me too. They didn’t really understand how to handle my behavior sometimes. That’s why when I reached the end of grade eight, I talked my parents into letting me come here for the end of grade school. Same as you, kinda.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Hmm? Do you mean Canada? Of course, I love working here, though. I don’t feel as suffocated by my family when I’m here.”

“Suffocated?”

“They love me, my parents and brother, they mean well… they just… stigmatize me a little bit.” he sighs, “I wish they could just see me like you see me. I’m just Mark. I’m not ‘the cat son’ or ‘little kitty’... I’m just… Mark.”

“Well, just Mark, you never have to feel out of place with me. I know exactly what it’s like to feel out of place when you should be very much in place.”

The kitty hybrid smiles at you, leans his head forward, and nuzzles against you. It’s the first time he’s genuinely let his kitty behaviors display around you. You chuckle and let him nuzzle as long as he wishes. But, of course, Subin isn’t a fan of being leaned over slightly. He whimpers quietly, and Mark takes that as a sign to put the baby in his crib finally. He sighs and gets up to lay the infant down to sleep. His tail swishes happily behind him as he walks away. You find it rather endearing. He doesn’t take long to return. When he does, his tail is still happily swishing, his ears are slightly tilted out, and a soft smile rests on his lips.

“Hey,” he sighs happily, “I checked on Baek and Hoseok; they’re both fast asleep already.”

He plops down next to you and leans his head on your shoulder. You smile at him and reach to take his hand in yours. At first, Mark tenses up at the feeling of your hand on his. After a few moments, he relaxes and laces his fingers with yours. The silence between you two is comfortable; you don’t feel any need to speak up and fill the quiet moment with sound. His furry ears tickle against your skin lightly, but you don’t mind it one bit.

“Sorry,” Mark whispers softly, “about earlier…”

“There’s nothing to apologize about, Mark. If anything, I should say thank you.” you chuckle.

“Thank me? I kissed you without even asking first… and also disgusted the boys in the process…”

You giggle again, “Mark,” you start, squeezing his hand for good measure, “I may not have said anything, but I’m so happy you did kiss me.”

He picks his head up from your shoulder to properly look at you now, “Is it if I kiss you again? Like properly, not whatever I did before.”

“Of course,” you smile, though your heart is beating out of your chest, “I like you, Mark.”

“I like you too.” he whispers.

He leans in and presses his lips softly against yours. His grip on your hand tightens as if you would disappear from his hold at any moment. Your other arm wraps around his shoulders, bringing him closer to you. You can feel the slight rumble of a purr growing in his chest. Smiling against his lips, you think you could burst right there due to how happy you feel. His fingers unthread from yours to wrap both his arms around your waist. The positioning you’re sat in isn’t exactly ideal, but at the current moment, you couldn’t be bothered to care about that. You’re so caught up in the moment that you don’t hear the front door unlock or open.

“Woah, woah, woah.”

Jaehyun makes his presence known immediately. Mark jumps away from you as if you burned him. Meanwhile, Jaehyun’s girlfriend laughs quietly.

“Happy things are great between you two, but I don’t need any more children being made in this house… right now.”

“We weren’t- it’s not-” Mark stutters trying to find the right words.

“Noted.” you smile, “All three are out cold, and Subin had his last bottle around 45 minutes ago.”

You get up off the couch and grab your bag from the kitchen table. Mark is still stunned, not sure how to react to his older puppy friend’s comment. You have to physically walk over to him and guide him to the front door where his shoes and jacket are. You say goodbye to the couple, and Mark gives some semblance of one. He’s still shocked by Jaehyun’s forwardness, but at least now he’s speaking and just a little jittery. Even during the walk back to your car, Mark seems to be deep in thought. His right ear keeps twitching, and he holds the end of his tail, wringing it gently as he walks.

“You okay there?” you tease once you’re settled in the car.

“I won’t be able to look Jaehyun in the eyes ever again.” he deadpans.

“Why?” you ask, trying not to laugh.

“He implied… and he also… nope, nope, nope! Let’s just go home.”

“Home meaning dropping you off, or am I staying over, or are you staying at mine?”

He blushes, “Just drop me off tonight.” he explains.

“Where is she?” Ten asks the moment he steps into Mark’s office.

“Hmm?” Mark hums, not looking away from his computer.

Ten narrows his eyes at the younger kitty and hisses slightly. Johnny chuckles and takes the liberty of sitting down at your empty station. Mark pushes his glasses back up his nose and finally looks at his older friend. Ten’s tail flicks annoyedly, and his arms are crossed over his chest. Mark just blinks at him a few times slowly.

“Oh?” Ten questions, amused now, “How long have you been feeling that way towards her?”

“Huh?” his boyfriend questioned, “What did he do?”

“He was slow blinking! Johnny! He-” Ten cuts himself off with a happy noise, “Tell me, tell me!”

Mark takes a breath, about to speak, when you walk through the door with a cup carrier full of drinks. Ten notes the slight change in Mark’s scent; it gets slightly smoother and calmer. Johnny picks up on it too. The oldest of the three suddenly is very invested in what’s happening despite being highly interested in his phone moments ago.

“Good morning, boys.” you beam, “I got you guys drinks.”

You set the carrier down at your desk, shooing Johnny out of your seat in the process. Next, you place your bag on the floor against your station and take off your jacket and scarf. Once you’re reasonably situated, you look at each of them.

“A large Iced Americano for you,” you state, handing Johnny his coffee, “a caffe americano for you,” you walk over and hand Ten his drink,

“Thank you,” the kitty smiles at you.

“It’s not a big deal,” you reply, “this is mine,” you say to yourself as you place your drink on a coaster, “and this a Peach Jelly Iced Tea for you.”

You walk the short distance over to Mark. You notice his slow blinks again and smile at the sight. Handing him his drink, your fingers just hardly touch. You still haven’t gotten past the butterflies that erupt in your belly each time you come in contact with him in any physical way. You’re about to step away, but Mark grabs your wrist. You turn back around and hold eye contact with him for a few moments. You know exactly what he wants when he tugs on your arm slightly; you know exactly what he wants. You lean down and press a peck against his lips.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Hold the fuck on!” Ten interrupts your moment, “I think we skipped a few chapters. Can I get a refresher?” “Ten, you ruined their moment!” Johnny teases.

“Fuck that! When the hell did you two start dating?”

“Um,” you start.

“About two weeks ago… when we babysat for Jae…”

Both older kitties seem to accept it as the truth. You, however, are trying to hold back a laugh.

“Mark, you never asked me out yet.” your voice laced with a slight bit of laughter.

“I-” he goes to defend himself, “I didn’t…”

Ten isn’t as subtle as you. He bursts out in loud laughter, “Good job, Mark.”

“How did you mess that one up?” Johnny adds to the teasing.

“Shut up.” Mark whines, “We’re dating. I’m not making things up! We’re just writing our story our way, right? ” he directs the question to you.

“Of course, we are,” you smile, “now, you two out! We have work to get done, and you’re distractions.”

You start ushering Johnny and Ten toward the exit of your small office.

“Don’t have too much fun, you two.” Ten winks.

“Goodbye, Ten.” you groan, “Bye, Johnny.” you sigh.

Once they’re out of the office and the door is shut, you lean your body against the doorframe. You let out a sigh before pushing off and walking towards your boyfriend. He has since reburied himself in his writing. You come up behind him and gently rub the base of his stripped ears. A slight purr escapes his lips before he looks up at you.

“You finally figure out where the plot’s going again?” you ask softly.

“Mhm, do you think you could illustrate this scene?” he asks, highlighting a section he had just written.

You read over it briefly, “Of course, I can. Can you just jot down that description so I can get sketching?” you ask, kissing the crown of his head.

He nods and takes a napkin quickly, writing down what he had just described in the story. You think for a few moments about what has just transpired in the past few weeks. Life threw a huge curveball at you in the best way. Did you ever think you’d fall for Mark? No, not at all. You would never change a thing that happened in the past month.

“Maybe we should move your art table right in front of mine, so you don’t have to get up mid-sketch to show me what you’re doing…” he thinks out loud, then processes that you’re zoned out, “Where’d you run off to?” Mark asks, just like you had asked him the day you took him to the cafe.

“Just somewhere.” you chuckle, “thinking about how crazy the past month has been.”

“It was a good crazy, though.” Mark adds, handing you the napkin note.

“That it has.” you smile, taking the note from him, “Shall we get back to work?”

“Let’s.” he smiles, “I’m serious about rearranging the office, by the way.”

“I know you are. I like how you think.” you nod, “Plus, the added benefit of seeing your face every time I look up from my sketchbook.”

“Shut up!” he whines out of embarrassment.

You just giggle and place a kiss on his cheek. Now off to sketch out the art. As you sketch, you find yourself wandering in your mind again, thinking about the present and the future. Yeah, this is good. Writing your future with Mark is more than you could ever wish for.

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thetypingpup · 17 days

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*wakes up in a cold sweat*

corruption kink with your puppy!jeno, where you're the one coaxing him to breed you. you're the one purposefully enticing him, riling him up, making his cock get hard as thoughts of mounting you and breeding you start filling his mind. poor baby wouldn't even be able to look at you, flustered and blushing and hot under the collar and oh so embarrassed about thinking about you this way. but when you tell him you want him the same way, you want him to take you and claim you, oh then he's a whimpering mess all over you. practically pouncing on you, he'd nose at your neck and frantically take in your scent, tail swaying, hips rutting against you as he humps your leg. fuck imagine precum pouring from his cock and smearing all over your leg as he humps you, just making the friction slick and filthy and making him blush profusely. his mind is a complete blur of instinct and excitement, and you'd have to show your eager little pet what to do. you'd have to show him how to please you, how to use his tongue to make you cum, how to use his fingers to get you ready for your cock, and he'd get so excited he'd be spilling precum all over his clothes, all over the floor, all over you, just making a complete fucking mess bc he's so excited by your pussy. if he's already this much of a mess, thinking of how much messier he'll be when he actually cums has arousal surging between your legs.

thinking about him mounting you for the first time, hands grabbing your hips as he slides into you, and his eyes just roll back as the most ragged moan tears from his throat. the feeling of your pussy enveloping him and completely sucking him in, feeling the way you pulsate heat around his throbbing length, hearing you moan and whine about how good his cock feels, would send him into an absolute frenzy. your cute little pet would be so overwhelmed, he's completely draped over your back, damn near laying on you as his hips automatically thrust, driven by instinct. who knew breeding would feel this fucking good? he wouldn't want to breed anyone else, only you, only wanting to fuck you. the way he whimpers into the curve of your neck, panting and murmuring over and over "feels good. feels so good. feels really good" as if if his mind can form no other words, would intensify your orgasm as you cum right on your puppy's cock. imagine him knotting you right as you cum, making your back arch sharply as you clamp down right around the thick flesh of his knot, crying out in pleasure while your puppy helplessly grinds into you, desperately chasing his own release. cumming inside you would seal the deal, and he just releases weeks worth of pent of tension and longing deep inside of you in thick rivulets of hot cum. he cums so much it fills you to the brim, spurts of cum seeping out of you with every throbbing pulsation of his cock, pushing past his knot and pooling on the sheets below. sticky strands of cum connect your ass to his hips every time he shifts, and even though he just came, even though he already expended himself fucking you vigorously into the bed, he already wants to do it again.

poor thing, he's already addicted to your pussy.

*lays back down*

#nct smut #nct dream smut #nct jeno smut #nct dream jeno smut #hybrid!au

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elix8r · 9 months

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it's raining, it's pouring - teaser

FULL FIC HERE

PAIRING: cheetah hybrid!mark x house cat hybrid!y/n

GENRES: hybrid!au, smut, angst, enemies to ?

TEASER WC: 0.54k i'm editing it rn and i'm thinking that the end product will be around 5k?

SUMMARY: Hating Mark could almost be considered your part-time job ever since Taeyong adopted him. But on one fateful night, a raging storm strikes, and with Taeyong nowhere to be found, you find yourself seeking an unlikely source of comfort - your annoying cheetah roommate.

It was obvious that you were beyond stressed, and even without smelling you, Mark could feel anxiety radiating off of you. It was indeed storming terribly outside, and now Mark was becoming worried knowing that Taeyong was out there. But seeing your state, he came to the conclusion that it would do no one any good to have the both of you freaking out.

"Hey, I'm sure he's fine. I bet he's just waiting out the storm at his work. Why don't you come in here and wait together for him?" His words did not do much to ease your tension, but you did oblige (if it were other circumstances, you would never agree to enter his room, but desperate times called for desperate measures).

"But why isn't he answering my calls then? He knows that I hate storms, and I can't go through them without him! Mark, what if he's never coming back?" You had plopped yourself on top of his bed, eyes wide and lips quivering.

Mark sighed. "Y/N, now you're being ridiculous. Why would he just abandon us? He's probably not getting a signal or something more reasonable."

His dismissive response lacked empathy for your concerns, and you were now shedding tears. "What do you mean more reasonable? I think my concerns are valid! Maybe he's tired of us fighting all the time! I mean, we haven't been the best for him, and I know he's been having a hard time with us. It’s possible that he had it with us and just abandoned us to run away!"

The concern he previously felt was now gone as your dramatic rant slowly started to irk him more and more. Everyone knew that you were the main instigator of your fights, always being unfriendly towards Mark, so to have you group him with you had him scoffing. "You mean more like you were not being a good hybrid like you should have been. I mean, you're the one always instigating fights. I try my best to deal with you, but you're so bratty. Honestly, I'm surprised Taeyong's been able to deal with you this long."

Throughout the three years of living with Mark, you could only count a handful of times that he responded to you in such a manner. He was usually mild-mannered and overall just nice, so hearing this from him had you shocked. It was such a switch and instantly, you could feel his annoyance towards you in the air.

"Ma-Mark, what do you mean?" Your cries had yet to stop, and Mark rolled his eyes at you. Were you that dumb that you hadn't caught on to how frustrated Taeyong had recently been with your behavior? Taeyong was usually very tolerant, but even he was having a hard time with you.

"Jesus Y/N, are you seriously that stupid?" Even Mark was shocked at how he was talking to you, but this pent-up anger towards you had been a long time coming. He had been holding it all in, trying to be as good as he could to you despite your actions towards him, but now he was reaching a boiling point. He was beyond annoyed, and maybe this cold hard wake-up call was needed for you to start behaving better.

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markiefiles · 8 months

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Milky!

fem!reader, jaemin!softdom, reader!híbrida, squirt, creampie, apelidinhos, algumas palavras no diminutivo, fem!lactation, jaemin te ama muito e te mima demais 👈

Essa tava paradinha no meu docs, decidi mudar umas coisinhas, originalmente era um plot minchan.

Jaemin iria enlouquecer, estava a um passo.

A doce híbrida estava lhe dando nos nervos e não porque era trabalhosa. Definitivamente, você era muito comportada, tinha todas as qualidades positivas possíveis.

Mas quando tinha qualquer contato sexual, não era o caso.

A noite estava sendo leitosa e molhada. Você, a adorável vaquinha, estava roubando qualquer racionalidade de Jaemin — que não lembrava-se de você sendo estritamente manhosa. Normalmente ficava em seu canto, quieta, poucas coisas eram necessárias para lhe agradar.

Mas Jaemin chegou em casa…

Uma casa na pura escuridão, sem qualquer luz ou som.

A primeira reação foi chamar por você. Visivelmente preocupado, Na nem colocou sua maleta no chão, apenas saiu em busca de ti. Você era crescida, evidentemente uma adulta, mas Jaemin odiava ficar preocupado contigo, com sua vaquinha, oras! Era responsabilidade dele qualquer modo.

Na foi para os quartos, procurou pelos banheiros e não encontrou, de jeito nenhum! Seus livros estavam jogados na cama e Jaemin pensou que talvez você estivesse no escritório da casa.

Seus passos apressaram-se e os dedos posicionaram-se na maçaneta, mas Na sentiu algo estranho. Algo muito estranho.

Ele girou a maçaneta e abriu minuciosamente a porta.

Mas o que…? Que droga!

Você estava simplesmente o testando. Jaemin tinha certeza que sim, somente por estar em seu escritório, em sua cadeira, com sua cara enfiada nas costas do assento.

Por Deus, você tinha os peitinhos inchados como Jaemin nunca jamais presenciou. Estavam levemente corados e leitando, muito, muito mesmo, Jaemin estava desconcertado.

Você tinha um tremelique constante em suas pernas e Jaemin só assistia o leite caindo sobre os joelhos e descendo sem mais nem menos pelas pernas.

— Bebê…?

— Nana, Jaeminnie, e-eu…

Na podia ser muito paciente, ouvinte, quieto e controlado. Mas aquilo era demais para si.

Poxa, sua vaquinha estava leitando e tinha as bochechas adoráveis molhadas de suor e lágrimas gordas.

— Jaeminnie por favor, me ajude, eu estou… Estou muito excitada, o seu cheiro é tão bom, não consegui me controlar.

— Amor… — ele andou até a cadeira — Sente-se no colo do Nana.

— Jaemin… E-eu… Isso é vergonhoso, e-eu…

— Venha aqui minha vaquinha…

Você simplesmente sentia qualquer resquício de sanidade indo embora. Seu Jaemin falando daquele jeitinho contigo era indiscutível. Faria qualquer coisa que ele mandasse.

Você o fez, com muito cuidado para não se desequilibrar. Na Jaemin sentou-se na cadeira giratória, sentindo o cheiro de leite e de um perfume doce. Você fedia a leite e perfume.

— Venha, sente aqui, amor.

Quieta e timidamente você fez. Jaemin sente um calor imensurável, você estava quente, sua bunda e coxas lhe amornando o colo.

Jaemin conduziu seu queixo com os dedos bonitos, sorrindo confortável, para que você não se preocupasse. Mas não precisava, confiava nele de olhinhos fechados. Era um ato de carinho e você apreciava isso demasiadamente.

Ele sempre fora muito cuidadoso com suas coisas, chegando a transparecer um certo ciúmes, mas isso não importava agora.

— Jae-min. — você fica vermelha ao pronunciar o nome errado — Seu terno de trabalho, o leite vai sujá-lo.

— Não se preocupe gracinha.

— Mesmo…? É um leite tão… Nojento eu odeio ficar excitada, sempre saí, sempre saí!

— Ah, é? Sabe princesa… — Jaemin adornou as mãos nos seus seios. Eram macios, suaves e quentes. Ele o apertou e aproximou seu rosto — Eu adoro leite fresco.

Jaemin ficava quente pra caralho falando coisas tão… ambíguas como aquelas.

Ele colocou os lábios no mamilo sensível e sugou. Sentiu o morno levemente adocicado em sua língua, gemendo minimamente ao sentir o gosto tão presente de leite.

— J-jaeminnie... — Você gemeu.

A boca de Jaemin era quentinha e tão cuidadosa, a cada leve sugada ele passava a língua, aliviando a pequena pressão e tendo mais leite, Na parecia faminto.

Você mexia a bunda de um lado pro outro. Tinha certeza que o pau de Jaemin viria bem. Era enorme, já tinha o visto pelado, inteiramente nu, lhe agradou, lhe deixou pensando muito nele. Parecia perfeito lá dentro.

Sua bucetinha estava molhada pra caralho, o lubrificante natural era tão doce quanto, sabia disso, ainda mais nesses momentos, onde precisava aliviar-se sozinha.

Pensou em Jaemin lhe chupando na parte traseira e gemeu, tão sensibilizada, movida por irracionalidade. Você nem ao menos sabia esconder o quanto lhe apetecia Jaemin cuidar de ti.

— Princesa, você é toda docinha… — Jaemin acarinhou sua cintura, queria muito beijar, fazê-la provar seu próprio gosto.

Você depositou os braços sobre os ombros largos e bonitos, colocando as mãos na nuca de Jaemin. Por Deus, ele era tão cheiroso, alto e bonito. Tinha olhos de gato e um perfume delicioso, que era impregnado em seu cérebro, em suas memórias.

Jaemin direcionou as mãos nas orelhas ao topo da cabeça, mexeu nelas num carinho e em seguida partiu para a bunda. Apertando a carne e enfiando seu rosto sobre os peitinhos, tão leitosos e doloridos. Estava à beira de um colapso.

— Eu quero te comer, meu amor, eu… Eu quero sua buceta quente. — Jaemin disse a frase, usando termos ridiculamente chulos, que em ocasiões opostas deixariam-te com vergonha.

Mas naquele momento, ter o pau grosso de Jaemin lhe partindo ao meio era tudo o que precisava, sabia que ele se surpreenderia ao ver o leite saindo também de seu canalzinho.

Você saiu do colo de Jaemin.

Desajeitada, você afastou a cadeira, apoiou seus cotovelos na mesa do escritório, de frente pra ele. Olhou para trás, meiga, com os olhos brilhantes. Levantou levemente a barra do avental azulado que lhe cobria as partes íntimas e rebolou, expondo a bucetinha brilhante contraindo-se e expelindo muito leite.

Jaemin sentiu uma imensa falta de ar. Seu único e genuíno pensamento foi "Saí leite por aí também…?" Ele não sabia nem mesmo se aproximar sem transparecer o tesão que estava sentindo. Poxa, queria muito comê-la, com sua boca principalmente.

Jaemin colocou as palmas nas laterais da sua bunda, brincou com as bandas gordinhas e levemente coradas, sua vaquinha era linda, em todos os aspectos.

Ele aproximou a língua da entradinha úmida e deu uma pequena lambida, arrancando um remexer do seu quadril.

— Poxa amor, você solta leite por todos os lugares? A bundinha também?

— Jaemin… Eu… queria tanto que você me comesse e deixasse todo o seu esperma misturadinho com o meu leite… Quero ficar cheinha.

Na sentiu um formigamento em sua virilha, essa frase tinha lhe atiçado mais do que devia, se te comesse espalharia leite por todos os lugares daquele escritório.

— Q-quero ver o pau do Nana.

Você diz. Tão manhosa, com a voz arrastada e sua bunda empinada, sem vergonha alguma em seu rosto, pelo menos não naquele momento. Jaemin nada disse, apenas respirou, muito profundamente, afrouxando sua gravata e abaixando suas calças muito rapidamente.

Seu pau pesava, parecia que todo esperma que tinha estava prestes a explodir. Jaemin abaixou a cueca e deu oportunidade para você observar.

— M-meu… Deus. — disse a híbrida. Você virou-se e colocou a mão em sua boca, escondendo tamanha satisfação em ver um pau tão gordo e grosso.

Era grosso demais, grosso de modo exagerado e aquilo seria engolido por sua buceta leitosa.

— Princesa, vire pra mim, sim? Me deixe te comer de frente.

Jaemin despejou dois beijinhos sobre a banda esquerda da sua bunda, enquanto tocava em seu próprio pênis, muito desperto.

Você obedeceu, escondendo pelo avental sua excitação, estava toda exposta.

— Vamos lá, minha vaquinha fofa — sorriu — Sente-se na mesa.

Você abriu suas pernas. Abriu muito, porra estava todinha aberta, era delicioso ver o leite escorrendo por sua entradinha, tão espesso e brilhante.

Jaemin largou suas calças no chão, terminando de abrir sua camiseta, se enfiou por entre as pernas e pincelou a bucetinha, colocando o pau todo ali. Tinha certeza que meteria até as bolas, te deixaria arrombadinha. Você era muito apertada, muito mesmo.

— Vai melar meu pau de leite, meu amor? — perguntou provocativo.

Ele segurou em uma das pernas para pegar impulso. Jaemin tinha quadris sobrenaturais e fortes, fazia movimentos circulares à medida que enfiava-se mais dentro de ti.

— V-vou sim — Você disse. Ele tentava manter a concentração a qualquer custo, tocando em seus mamilos inchados e enormes, estava todo molhado de leite, era deplorável sua situação — Vou gozar com m-meu Nana! — respondeu determinada.

Jaemin iria enlouquecer, de fato. Você falava coisas como aquela, coisas que o deixava com formigamentos na barriga, que o fazia querer ir mais e mais fundo dentro do seu canalzinho.

Você era do Nana e de mais ninguém, só dele, dele, dele!

O pau estava sendo esmagado, imaginava como seria por dentro, não conseguia formular nada coerente, enquanto via os olhinhos marejados de tanto prazer. Jaemin precisava te beijar, beijar muito, gozar com a boca dele na sua. Ele o fez.

Apenas conseguia pensar em como você ficava linda daquele jeitinho, toda destruída.

Jaemin trocou a posição das mãos, levando-as para os seus seios, apertou com vontade, enquanto seus lábios estavam trabalhando arduamente no beijo. Era todo molhado e desajeitado. Tinha saliva por toda sua boca.

Você gemia com a língua macia de Jaemin se enrolado, se encontrando com a sua, era tão gostoso, ele lhe comia deliciosamente bem. Suas orelhas mexiam desesperadamente a cada sonzinho molhado que ousava sair do pênis dele te esticando por dentro.

Fazia muita sujeira, tinha respingos de leite por todo o carpete.

Jaemin fechou suas pernas, socando seu interior enquanto o fazia. Ele levou as mãos para a bundinha parcialmente empinada. Você gemeu, gemeu alto e chorosa, estava chorando com um pau em sua buceta.

— Vaquinha fofa, você está me dando muito leite. — Jaemin disse, mordendo uma das suas panturrilhas.

— Nana, e-eu vou gozar!

— Isso é ainda melhor, princesa.

Jaemin metia como ninguém, seu pau lhe esfolava por dentro. Você estava praticamente derretendo por todas as partes de seu corpo, estava sendo fodida, estava acabada.

Ele então ficou na ponta dos próprios pés e prendeu os seus calcanhares, levando-os até sua cabeça, você era flexível, flexível demais. O pau foi fundo, estava indo fundo em seu pequeno canalzinho, respingando ainda mais do líquido adocicado. Parecia ainda mais escorregadio, ele enfiava-se e um ruído molhado saia.

— Você é tão suculenta, meu doce. Não consigo parar de comer você, é quentinho e gostoso aqui dentro.

Você mal conseguia responder. O ar lhe faltava e Jaemin batia em sua bunda sem parar, sem pausas, ele metia e era fundo.

— Minnie, Jaemin, Jaemin! — Você gemia, gemia muito.

Os respingos de leite batiam em seu rosto destruído, lágrimas e o leite escorrendo pelo chão. Aquela posição a faria desmaiar de prazer.

Mas você esguicha no rosto de Jaemin.

E você miou quando sentiu o morno do leite, tão espesso quanto, caindo em seu nariz e bochecha.

Jaemin soltou suas pernas, trazendo seu corpo para frente, iria meter livremente olhando para o rosto gozado de sua vaquinha.

— Você está linda assim meu amor, eu poderia tirar uma foto e colocá-la de fundo de tela… — Jaemin disse impertinente — Mas eu ficaria tão enciumado ao ver outras pessoas te olhando assim. Somente eu posso.

Ele meteu, pegando o leite e chupando-o. Era doce demais, viciante demais, Jaemin era um gato faminto pelo seu leite. Você gemeu ao vê-lo tão disposto a mamar todo seu leite, seu útero contraiu e você gozou de novo. E de novo e de novo.

Você estava sujando tudo de leite, tudo, Jaemin não parava de foder, de gemer, de partir sua buceta ao meio, extremo.

— Vou ter o prazer de leitar seu buraquinho, amor. — Ele disse, redundante.

De fato o faria, mas com sua marca.

Jaemin gozou, um pau grosso e pesado despejando todo o seu esperma dentro de uma buceta leitosa e doce. Você tinha certeza que Jaemin havia gozado mais que o normal, sentia a porra enchendo sua barriga, entupidinha.

Na se retirou dali, pediu para que abrisse as pernas e levantasse o tronco.

— Abre bem.

Falou se referindo ao buraquinho brilhante. Você abriu e sentiu o leite misturado com porra, descendo, uma gota gorda de porra vazando deliciosamente de suas dobras e caindo no chão, fazendo um barulho molhado, pegajoso, mas que Jaemin se lembraria.

Você corou ao ver. De qualquer maneira, Jaemin limparia aquilo depois, limparia todo o leite da sala bem depois.

— I-isso é nosso… Oh… — disse, inocentemente, voltando a sua postura meiga e carinhosa — Por Deus, Jaemin você é tão bagunceiro.

Você pediu por colo, as pernas fraquejando. Jaemin a levaria com certeza para um banho deliciosamente quente, gostava de te ter assim, fofa, amorosa.

— Vamos ter que limpar esse avental também… Que tal o seu amarelinho, meu doce?

— Não pode ser azul de novo? — Você sorriu.

— Vamos tomar banho e resolvemos isso depois, minha vaquinha.

Até porque, a híbrida precisava de cuidado em qualquer circunstância, mesmo numa tão… leitosa quanto aquela.

#nct smut #pt br #nct dream smut #jaemin x reader #jaemin soft dom #jaemin na #hybrid!au

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Just Like A Zoo - Hybrid CEO Taeyong x Omega Fem Reader

Warnings: A/B/O werewolf system, aggressive act, soulmate type of story

[07:29am] - Waking up to the sound of your alarm, you immediately went to turn it off, looking at the time and sighing when you realised that you have to get up because it was your last alarm before you’re considered late to get to work.

As much as you didn’t want to get up from work, you know that you had to because otherwise, how else were you going to show your parents that you were an “adult” now. It’s not that you don’t like your work. In fact, you enjoy your work friends (except for some useless ones) and you truly have a passion in the work that you’re doing; which was handling one of your favorite sports brand. But of course, it’s just that you have a quite strict, nosy and stingy supervisor that just loves to hire incompetent “higher ups”.

Taking a deep breath, you got up and got ready for work. After you’ve had a light breakfast you bid your parents goodbye and head to your office; hoping that nothing goes wrong and that you can just finish the day without any casualties.

Arriving at your office, you key in your start time and basically chill for an hour, talk a bit with your workmates before all of you start your work of the day. Of course, mornings was filled with you planning out your tasks or finish the tasks that you haven’t finished the previous day. In the midst of your planning, your supervisor walks into the room, your omega senses were immediately on high alert.

Luckily, your beta of a supervisor just wanted to let you and your coworkers know that there was going to be a big meeting later in the day with some big investors which they also wanted to hear what you and your coworkers have been doing for the brands that you are managing. Immediately, your omega self was cowering with anxiety because as much as you were passionate about your work, having to present to a higher up that is most likely an alpha just makes your skin sweat at the thought; what’s worse is that because you were the brand manager, you had to present for your team.

The rest of the day was filled with your coworkers assuring you that you’ll be fine and that even if the investor is an alpha, they wouldn’t allow them to easily talk however they want with you or even let your beta supervisor trapped you with one of his confusing questions. Thanking them for their support, you and coworkers then prepared the presentation to the investors together. Occasionally talk about what would the investor look like. Some of your coworkers making fun that the investor is probably some old grown alpha that is trying to waste their money somehow.

After having the first half of your day preparing for the presentation, it was finally lunch time. Some of your coworkers headed out to buy some lunch whereas you just ate the food that your parents prepared for you whilst going over the presentation that you wanted to give.

As you were eating, occasionally playing some games to ease your stress, your omega self suddenly felt a new yet comforting presence; as if that someone was calling out for you. Luckily, whenever you weren’t anxious, you always had more control over your wolf self so you easily brushed it off; internally reminding yourself to stop reading some fanfics where a hot CEO would come to your rescue.

Right before lunch time was over, you decided to head to the pantry and make yourself some tea to keep you awake but also to help calm your stress. As you were making tea, you heard multiple footsteps coming up and just like when you were at your desk, your omega self sensed the new presence and was practically clawing at yourself that you were being called by this new pressence.

Sighing, you decided to quickly make your tea and when you turned to walk back to your desk, you made eye contact with several men that were being escorted by the security; some were eyeing you but the one at the front with slicked back white hair, wearing a casual yet classy outfit and have a small scar under his left eye was obviously staring at you. As if he was observing you. However, you can’t seem to pick up this man’s scent. He had a distinctive musky alpha scent yet there was another sultry yet sweet scent that came from him and was slowly pulling you.

Luckily enough, your boss managed to snap everyone’s thoughts and invited these men up to the meeting room; also reminding you to come to the meeting room once you and your coworkers were ready.

Anxiety started to crept up when you went back to your desk and took your laptop. Your coworkers also asked you if you saw those men and if you also noticed a weird scent coming from all of them. You told them that you managed to catch a glance at them and you too also noticed a different scent from all of them. One of your coworkers then secretly let in on the rest of you that those investors are not just big but well-known investors that helped current high-end brands get where they are right now. Not only that, they were also known to be a pack of not just alphas but hybrids.

Rumor has it that they have been alive for over 7 centuries and are the reason why the world we know today is what it is. It was said that the main hybrid alpha, otherwise known as Taeyong, was turned by his ex-lover who was a witch. The supernatural creatures at that time were on verge of extinction and because his ex-lover was a witch, she used her final hours to change the then alpha into a hybrid of vampire and werewolf; gaining the immunity towards practically anything.

Ever since, the hybrid alpha turned his pack into hybrids, helping save all the supernatural creatures and keeping the balance between the supernatural creatures and helping them live amongst humans. Always making sure to keep peace between the two entity. All by the sacrifice of Taeyong’s ex-lover.

Unfortunately, your storytime was cut short and your supervisor called for all of you to go to the meeting room to present to the investors. Sighing, all of you grabbed your laptops and made your way to the meeting room which was immediately tainted with the hybrid scent that was very addicting to your omega self.

Upon entering, all the hybrid locked eyes with all of you. The hybrid at the center which you assume was Taeyong was staring at you once again. But this time, he wasn’t just observing you. It seemed that he was trying to recognize you or perhaps questioning your existince.

Fortunately, your boss snapped everyone back to reality and started the meeting with introducing all of you and the investors. Your supervisor then bridge the way for you and your coworkers to present about the brand you are managing and what all of you were planning to do moving forward.

Taking a deep breath, you connected your laptop to the projector and started to present the presentation. Starting from how much the brand has grown, what have you and your team done to keep the brand growing and what are the current and future plans that you and your team have come up with for the brand.

Once you’ve concluded the presentation, of course, your beta supervisor immediately asked you and your team on the detailed information, what kind of support you needed and why everything was very vague; basically making you and your team looked like that no one has done a thorough research for the presentation when in fact that you and your team were told to just give the big picture of everything.

Before you or any of your team could answer anything, your supervisor cuts in again, trying to “assure” with the investors by adding onto your presentation, telling them unrealistic procedures that you and your team will do moving forward, making all of you shocked and worried on what’s going to happen.

“I never asked for your statement when you’re not the one that’ll be doing the work” a low growl echoed in the room

When you slowly looked up, you noticed it was Taeyong that was the one that made the comment. But for some reason, instead of being scared, you actually feel comfort in Taeyong’s words. As if you’ve been comforted by his voice multiple times before.

“If you can’t even watch over or give your own report. I suggest you don’t give any sort of statement. As for the others, your presentation was great. Yes, it could use some additional information such as when would you like to do this campaign. You don’t need to worry about the budget because I’ll personally support it myself. Also, I’d like to personally talk to you more about this campaign and project” Taeyong stated, looking at you

Because you were unsure of Taeyong was talking to, you pointed at yourself, questioning him which made him chuckle. “Yes, you”. Taeyong stated pointing back at you, his face soften at your behaviour, making your omega self jumped in excitement.

After a few closing statements, you and your coworkers headed back to your own office room to continue on your work but you were stopped by Taeyong himself. “(y/n), would it be alright to have a word with you? Outside of the office, of course. I’ve let your boss know” Taeyong stated, making you turned around in surprised.

“I, me? Now?” you asked, holding your laptop tightly to your chest

“Yes, you, now. I’ll be waiting for you downstairs. Did you bring a car to work?” Taeyong asked

“Me? Well, I did…” you started, Taeyong getting closer. “Would it be alright if I drive it for you?” Taeyong replied. “S-sure, alpha” you accidentally blurted, immediately hiding your face behind your laptop as Taeyong chuckled. “Good, I’ll wait for you downstairs then. Don’t take too long” Taeyong whispered, walking downstairs as you rushed back to your desk

As you were packing your things, your coworkers asked if you got a sudden meeting with the hot hybrid alphas and all you could do is blushed and tell them that you do but you’re also not sure what the meeting will be about. Your coworkers then giggled and wished that you would loosen up and hopefully finally get your alpha mate, making you blush even harder.

Bidding your friends goodbye, you rushed out the door and headed downstairs to see Taeyong when your supervisor stopped you. Worried, you turned around to see your supervisor looking unpleased of the events that just occurred.

“You better not say anything much. Don’t you dare say anything unless needed or…” your supervisor threaten but suddenly was pinned to the wall by Taeyong

“Or you’ll what? Not so much of a threat are you now?” Taeyong growled

“T-taeyong…” you mumbled, wanting to reach out to him but held back because you were worried

“Go to your car, love. You don’t need to see this” Taeyong compelled you to leave which you did, leaving Taeyong with your supervisor

“Don’t you dare think for a second that you even have the ability to overpower young supernatural. Especially those that you consider inferior to you” Taeyong growled, showing his hybrid eyes and shoving his hand to your supervisor’s chest, his scream was echoing the office but no one cared because Taeyong compelled everyone

“Let this be a lesson for you to respect everyone, even young omegas. Because you never know who those omegas mate is. Unfortunate for you, I just so happen to be hers. I already hate betas like you using omegas but knowing that a beta was doing this to my own mate just makes me feel something else, you know. I’ve waited centuries to see her again yet here you are acting as if she’s nothing but a puppet for you to play and manipulate” Taeyong snarled grabbing your supervisor’s heart

“Lucky for you, I still have the heart and patience because after centuries, I finally found my mate again” Taeyong released his hold and take his hand out, making your supervisor gasped while he licked the blood on his hand, eyes turning darker. “But if you ever cross the line again. I won’t hesitate to rip your insides out one at the time, force you to heal and do it all over again until I’m satisfied. Because you have no idea how much my mate has suffered. I might be the calm CEO but I can definitely be the hunter and claw you out just like those hunters did to me, my pack and my mate centuries ago” Taeyong warned, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping the rest of the blood off, going to the car where you were in

“I hope you didn’t wait too long” Taeyong smiled, sitting in the drivers seat, getting your attention

“No, no I didn’t. I-is everything alright?” you asked worriedly, Taeyong cupping your cheeks and smiled. “It is now because I’ve finally found you again. After all these centuries. You’re finally back” Taeyong mumbled

“T-tae…I, I don’t understand” you breathed out. “You don’t have to. And I won’t force it on you. I’m just happy that you’re here and okay” Taeyong replied

“I am. Thanks to you” you replied, making Taeyong happy

“And I’ll never leave you again” Taeyong mumbled, kissing your temple

A/N: it's been a while since I wrote a Taeyong fic and after talking with @mymoodwriting, she finally convinced me to create another alpha neo fanfic. This fanfic is also a slight inspiration from my current situation at work and well, I hope that everyone won't have to go through any toxic people at their workplace. I hope that you all stay safe and healthy! :) xoxo vin

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mint-yooxgi · 2 years

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Can you do yandere hybrid bunny Jaemin

Jaemin swears he's going crazy.

With a nose as sensitive as his, he's used to different smells assaulting him throughout the day. Though, he has to say, living with you has been both a blessing and a curse. At the time, the idea of moving in with his best friend was a fantastic one, especially since he's so desperately in love with you that he'd do anything for you. Only, now, he realizes how horrible that idea truly was.

Your scent is like a drug, intoxicating his every nerve, surrounding him at all times of the day. It's never bothered him this much before, not that is ever could bother him, really. Only, he's never been this affected by it before.

While you were out the other day, Jaemin had snuck into your room to steal one of your sweaters. He does this often enough that you wouldn't question him when you got home to see him wearing your clothes, only this time, when he put it on, his whole body had shuddered.

Nose twitching, he had brought the fabric up to his face and inhaled. The deep, guttural moan he had let out had his cheeks heating and his ears turning red.

He couldn't help it. Rushing to his room, he had quickly shut and locked his door, practically stripping himself down so that he was only wearing your sweater. After all, how else is he supposed to get covered in your scent while you're not around?

Later that day, once you had come back, Jaemin had come out of his room looking quite skittish. When you had asked him is he was okay, he had jumped at the sound of your voice, his nose twitching as he turned to look at you.

"Yeah," he cleared his throat, "just great."

Of course, he wasn't going to tell you that he got off quite a few times while wearing your sweater earlier. And of course he's not going to be wearing it for the moment, not with the stains now covering the material.

In the back of his mind, he derived a twisted pleasure from having something of yours now covered in his scent. Only, he wanted more.

That should be you covered in his scent. Not just your sweater.

The next day, when Jaemin woke up drenched in sweat and practically twitching for everything you, he realized what was happening. He's in heat.

Well, fuck. Jaemin will have to traverse the next few days carefully, lest he wants to scare you off for good. Never has he experienced such an intense feeling like this before. Normally, his heats last a few days, and he aches a bit, but he manages. Cold showers are his best friend during this time, so he starts with one now.

As soon as he steps into the living room, he sees you sitting on the couch, and he is struck by the overwhelming urge to claim you. To indulge in his desires and finally make you his. To show you exactly what you're missing every time you've touched yourself in the middle of the night with Jaemin listening closely and practically salivating at the sweet scent of you permeating the air. So many times has he wanted to go over and help you, in any way he can, but he had to hold himself back. The only problem now is, he doesn't know how much longer he can.

"Morning," you greet looking up from your phone, only, when you meet his gaze, worry immediately takes over your features. "Holy fuck, Jaemin, are you feeling okay?"

Simply hearing you say his name nearly sends him to his knees and he curses himself. Since when have you made him feel like he was a teenager again who had no control over his hormones?

"Yeah," he clears his throat as he sees you get up from the couch and approach him, "I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You don't look okay." By now, you're right in front of him, your hand coming up to his face to check if he's running a fever. "You're burning up!"

The only thing burning in him is his desire for you.

Jaemin practically melts into your touch, especially when your hand moves to cup his cheek. Shifting his head slightly, he angles himself so that your hand is practically holding the side of his jaw, rubbing as much of his chin onto your hand as he can.

One thought continuously flits through his mind. Scenting you.

Curiously, you withdraw your hand, shooting him a concerned look in the process. "I'll go make you some soup."

No, what you should be making is a nest for the two of you to spend the next three days in while he completely ravishes you like he's always desired. Besides, he's got energy to burn, and if he doesn't do something about it soon, he might just combust.

So he whines, wrapping his arms around your figure and burying his face into the side of your neck. "Can you just hold me for a while?"

You blink, a little caught off guard again by his actions as your arms carefully wrap around his back, gently stroking along his spine. He shivers. "Of course."

A minute passes, and all you can hear is his deep breathing in your ear. Each exhale is shaky, and you swear he might just start wheezing if you don't do something to help him soon.

What you don't expect, however, is for Jaemin to pull himself away of his own accord. It's difficult, but he does it, and already he looks a lot better.

Instantly, it's like a switch has flipped in him, and he's back to his usual, chipper self.

"So, what's the plan for today?" He asks, smile on his face as he begins to pace around you.

You chuckle as you watch him circling you, a literal spring to his step as his contagious smile spreads across his lips.

"Well, I don't have anything planned, so how about we just relax and watch some movies?" You offer, and you swear he perks up even more.

"I'd love that!"

"I also want to keep an eye on you, mister." You shoot him a playfully stern look. "I'm worried. So, if you start feeling worse again, let me know, and I really will make you that soup."

"Okay," he hums, beginning to lead you over to the couch.

Five minutes later and Jaemin has you wrapped in his arms on the couch while the beginning of his favourite movie plays on screen. His chin rests on your shoulder and despite the heat searing through his body, he could not be happier. Finally, he has you right where he wants you, where you've always belonged.

About halfway through the movie, you begin to feel Jaemin nuzzling against you. It's subtle at first, a slight shift here and there, until he's full on rubbing his chin all over your neck and shoulder. He breaths come in uneven pants and his grip tightens around you, pulling you even closer to him. Before you know it, he's got you pinned beneath him.

"Jaemin?" Your eyes are wide as he practically moans when you say his name. "Jaemin, is everything alright?"

His voice trembles, "never better."

Your brow furrows, "you're burning up again."

"I need-" his face is buried right in the hollow of your neck, his body pressing into yours as he struggles to get the words out, "I need-"

"What is it?" You begin to stroke his back once more comfortingly, unknowingly making his desire for you grow even more. "What can I get you? What do you need?"

"You." Jaemin manages to pull away just enough to stare deeply into your eyes, and what you see swirling behind his dark gaze causes your breath to hitch. "I need you."

#ask #yandere jaemin #jaemin drabble #yandere nct #nct drabble #hybrid au #drabbles

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goopeculiar · 2 months

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Ursus Somnolentus renjun/haechan (+ side!pairings), R, 56182 words. Renjun’s new roommate is hibernating.

#nct fic rec #I really love this take on a hybrid!AU

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mooncakesofpan · 1 year

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I kinda wanna put my little snippets of ideas on this blog too I feel like I always leave y’all hanging cause I don’t post as frequently as I would like.

So one of the ideas, sorry to the non K-pop people who follow me.

bunny!reader hybrid and mostly hybrid 127. A readers who like new to the dynamic secretly stealing items to nest and denying the fact that they nest. Trying to seem tough and like “yeah pffff couldn’t be me idk where your stuff is going” while activly smuggling a hoodie from golden retriever!Johnny. That’s man’s hoodies look nice and inviting. Great nesting material and he has like 20 billion hoodies. Fox!Yuta has a nice sweater collection take that for the nest to. Steal Sloth!taeyong as a whole stick him in there too .

I have an obsession with bunnies

#x reader #hybrid!reader #hybrid au #nct x reader #nct 127 x reader #hybrid!nct

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writemekpop · 1 year

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Puppy Love (Part 1) | Lee Jeno

Summary: When your cold boyfriend Jeno wakes up cuddly and affectionate, you know something is wrong. You don't expect that he's switched bodies with your dog Lucky…

Genre: Established relationship AU, body switch AU, angst, fluff, featuring samoyed Jeno

Word Count: 3k

A/N: This one's a little wackier than our usual fics... (it's similar to a hybrid AU)

Part 1 💚 | Part 2 | Part 3

You woke up to a strange sensation. Your legs and arms were pinned to the bed, as if something heavy was lying on you.

When you opened your eyes, you saw… your boyfriend Jeno! His wide chocolate eyes were staring at you, so close your noses were almost touching. There was nothing but love in his gaze.

You were so shocked that a yelp escaped your lips. “J-jeno! I can’t breathe…”

Pushing him off, you eyed your boyfriend. Jeno looked the same as any morning, naked except for his worn blue tartan pyjama bottoms, his muscled chest a mouth-watering caramel.

But the Jeno you knew hated physical affection. He wouldn’t even hold your hand in the movie theatre, or kiss you except for in your bedroom. Once, you lay on his lap while watching Netflix on your couch and he said it was unhygienic and shoved you off.

You were distracted when Jeno started pressing kisses all over your face and neck. What the hell was going on? Despite your shock, you felt tingles spread over your cheeks. You shivered in delight.

Jeno’s arms wrapped around you in a back hug. His large hand moved down to massage your hip and thigh under your little pyjama shorts. It sent heat flashing to your core.

As his hand moved to squeeze your ass, you almost lost yourself in the moment. The woody scent of his skin, the heat of his body on yours, his panting breath damp and warm on your neck… it was almost enough to make you forget that Jeno was never like this.

Until… you felt something else on your cheek.

Something a lot wetter than a kiss.

Jeno just licked your cheek! Grabbing Jeno’s shoulders with your arms, pushing him away, you said, “Jeno! Snap out of it!”

Jeno was still wearing that loved-up goofy grin. Looking a little closer, you realised that his cheeks were flushed dark red, and his mouth was hanging open, so his pink tongue stuck out. He was panting in and out, as fast as a baby.

Uh oh. You pressed your hand to his forehead and realised that he was burning up. He must be ill. You sighed. At least that explained why your usually stern and mature boyfriend was acting like a five-year-old.

“Okay, Jeno,” you said in your firmest tone. “You are sick, alright? You need to lie here in bed today, I’ll bring you tea in a bit.”

You moved to the edge of your bed, intending to get out and ready for work.

Only, as soon as you sat up, you felt two hands on your waist yank you down. Before you could protest, Jeno was on top of you again, his hands on both sides of your head.

“Jeno! I have to get ready! And I don’t want to catch whatever’s making you sick…”

He made the strangest sound, kind of a whine. Then he lent down and licked you again – a big wet slobbery lick, on your right cheek.

Despite Jeno’s weird new licking habit, your heart fluttered. Usually, Jeno didn’t even look up from his phone when you left the house. Today, he was so attached that he wouldn’t even let you leave the bed.

You managed to swing your legs off the bed and stand up – but Jeno wouldn’t let go of your hand. You stepped your right foot out wide, stretching your body towards the door with the flowery plaque on saying ‘BATHROOM’.

But Jeno was holding on to your wrist with both of his hands, the veins on his arms flaring with the effort.

“I… have… to… take…a…bath…” you grunted, trying to shake off your crazy boyfriend.

Finally, he let go of your hand and you slammed the bathroom door closed, leaving him on the outside. You started pulling off your pink striped pyjama top and shorts. You turned the tap on to fill up the bath.

Until you heard a noise from outside the door.

It was that whining again, only louder. The sound was heart-breaking. What had gotten into Jeno? He was moaning as if the sun wouldn’t come up just because you closed the bathroom door.

Finally, you couldn’t stand to hurt your love any longer.

You opened the door, and Jeno, who was now stark naked, sprinted in, almost slipping on the bathmat, and jumped into the bath with a gigantic SPLASH.

Water splatted all over the bathroom. You knew you should be mad, but you found yourself giggling.

“You want to… have a bath with me?” you asked, grinning.

Jeno nodded so hard his hair sprayed water everywhere.

You suddenly remembered that you were in your underwear, and blushed, crossing your arms over your chest. You and Jeno never got changed in front of each other. Even when you had sex, you were never completely naked – he always said that nudity was unnecessary.

Your heart was pounding as you turned your back to Jeno, and slipped off your bra and panties. You fought the urge to run out of the room rather than join your naked boyfriend in the tub.

You slipped into the bath with Jeno. You sat on one side, with Jeno sat facing you.

For a moment, the atmosphere bristled with awkwardness. You were all too aware of Jeno’s legs on the outside of yours, of his absolute nakedness.

Then, Jeno splashed you with one hand, spraying bathwater all over your face.

You grinned, and just like that, the awkwardness evaporated.

You loved the way Jeno’s eyes slipped shut when you massaged peach shampoo into his shaggy brown hair. He moaned in pleasure. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing – Jeno usually hates having his hair touched, and will never let you hear him moan.

You did find it strange that Jeno hasn’t talked all morning, but Jeno has gone days without talking to you in the past, so you didn’t think too much of it.

Once you were both clean, you lay back on Jeno’s bare chest. You could feel the bathwater cooling, but you didn’t want to go just yet. With Jeno’s firm stomach heating you from behind, and the soothing rise and fall of his breaths, you’d never felt more comfortable.

Jeno was so sick that he couldn’t even get dressed! Jesus, this was one strange illness. As you towelled him dry, forced him into a dressing gown, and tucked him into bed, he stared adoringly into your eyes.

Soon, Jeno was snoring. You gazed at that handsome face, even more beautiful when it was smoothed out in sleep.

You looked at the clock.

12:30PM

Oh god! You had got lunch with Mrs Khan, your editor, in thirty minutes. If you didn’t leave now you’d be so late that you’d have to kiss that book deal goodbye.

As you yanked open your bedroom door, you heard a loud bark. For some reason, you looked to Jeno first, but he was still fast asleep.

Then you remembered. Lucky. You had forgot to let your Samoyed Lucky out of his crate all morning.

“Oh baby, you must be starving!” you exclaimed, undoing the latch.

You ran downstairs to the kitchen, knowing that Lucky would follow you, and poured out some food into his engraved silver bowl.

You waited for him to start eating so you could leave. But he just stared up you with his shiny black eyes. A chill ran down your spine. Lucky was a smart dog, but right now, his gaze looked almost human.

“Eat up, Lucky! That’s a good boy!”

Nothing. Completely ignoring the food, Lucky ran to the corner of the kitchen. Even stranger, he started hitting his head against the cupboard, while staring at you. Hit. Stare. Hit. Stare.

You huffed. “Sorry, Lucky, I can’t play. I’m so late!”

You turned for the door, but Lucky growled. It was a terrifying growl, like nothing you’ve ever heard from your sweet dog. The sound was so shocking it made you turn.

“Fine! What is it?”

He nudged the cupboard again with his wet black nose.

“You want me to… open this?”

Lucky yipped happily.

Swearing under your breath at how late you were, you opened the cupboard.

Lucky sprang out and knocked down three cereal boxes with his nose.

He was sniffing around the alphabet cereal, almost as if he was looking for a letter. You shook your head. That was impossible.

Only, a few moments later, Lucky bit a letter and dropped it in your palm.

You were too shocked to move, or even complain about the dog slobber in your palm.

He did it twice more.

I AM

You dumped the chewed up cereal in the trash and ran to the front door. It’s not just because you we’re late – you also felt like you might be going crazy. Dogs sending secret messages? Jesus, maybe you swallowed some of that shampoo.

You put on your coat, then one trainer. But before you could put on the next one, Lucky grabbed it between his teeth and wrestled it out of your hand.

He started chewing up the shoe even more furiously than he did with his favourite bone. No! It was like God didn’t want you to meet your editor today.

Swearing, you picked a different pair of shoes. But Lucky pressed his body against the door, as if he was trying to stop you from leaving the house.

He growled, a low, menacing sound.

“Lucky, I’m leaving, and you can’t stop me!” you snapped. He’d never had separation issues like this.

Reaching over him, you yanked at the latch of the door and pulled it open. However, as you stepped out of your house, Lucky grabbed your left trouser leg in his teeth. You begged, scolded, pushed, but you couldn’t seem to get him to let go.

Eventually, you lost your balance and fall backwards onto your front lawn. The trouser leg, still in Lucky’s mouth, ripped, right up to the thigh.

Tears pricked at your eyes. That was the last straw. You couldn’t take this awful day any longer.

As if heaven was laughing at your sadness, there was a rip of thunder and rain started pouring down. It soaked your clothes and turned the grass into a sea of mud.

“Bad dog! Naughty Lucky! Bad boy!” you scolded. Lucky never acted like this before. Your vision turned red, and your throat bubbled with anger.

“You’re going on time out!” you shouted. You grabbed Lucky by his collar and dragged him round the back to the garden. Eyes blurry with tears, you tied Lucky to the post at the end of the garden.

Lucky snarled at you.

“See if you can learn your lesson out here. I’ll be back for you tonight.”

You left for work, trying to forget the rollercoaster of a morning you just had.

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It was the end of the day, and your nerves were all over the place. Was Jeno still sick? And you felt bad about leaving Lucky out all day in the cold.

You pushed open the front door and stepped inside. Immediately, you heard footsteps bounding down the stairs.

You had barely put down your bag before you saw Jeno, grinning, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

Jeno jumped towards you, embracing you with such vigour that your back slammed against the door. You couldn’t even be mad, because he’d never embraced you like this when you’d got home from work.

You had planned to let Lucky back into the house as soon as you got home, but your boyfriend’s eager pawing at your chest made all other thoughts slip out of your mind.

You let Jeno pull you into the living room, where the huge glass walls looked out into the garden. Lucky was chained outside, the bright lights in the living room making it easy to see exactly what was going on inside, but you didn’t care, he was a dog, after all.

You heard barking from the garden, but you ignored it. In the last day, Jeno had given you more affection then he had in the entire three years you’d been dating. Lucky could wait.

“Someone’s eager today!” you said, breathless.

Jeno pinned you down onto the couch and whined into your neck. You couldn’t believe that a mystery illness made your normally cold and stoic boyfriend mute and horny, but you weren’t complaining.

“How are you feeling?” you asked, but Jeno clearly wasn’t interested in talking. He sat on top of your legs, pinning you down.

“Should we go to the doc-AH!” You gasped when Jeno ripped open your blouse with his teeth, one button flying across and hitting the glass wall. Jeno started licking the exposed skin of your chest.

Then, with one large swipe, Jeno yanked at your flimsy lace bra, which broke instantly, exposing your naked chest. You squealed with delight when he ran his tongue between your breasts.

You were struck with a strong desire to kiss your boyfriend. As much as you enjoyed the affection, you wanted his lips on your lips. So, you cupped his jaw and pulled his face up to yours.

Closing your eyes, you squeezed your mouth onto his. Except, instead of kissing you back, Jeno just licked your face, making you shriek.

Jeno pushed you over till you were on all fours. He embraced you from behind and nuzzled into your shoulder. You could feel his erection pressing against your thigh.

Just then, you heard a ferocious roar from the garden. You looked through the glass and saw two black eyes staring at you. It was Lucky, growling at you, with his teeth bared.

Suddenly, you felt very exposed. It was as if Lucky’s eyes weren’t the loving eyes of your furry friend, but, once again, they seemed more human. Like he knew what you were doing, and he was judging you.

You pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and covered up your naked chest. Jeno let out a low whine.

“I better let Lucky in. He really is in a mood today,” you said, patting Jeno’s cheek. Jeno’s eyes slipped shut and he leant into your touch. You smiled – this was exactly how Lucky acted when you petted him. He sure was acting strange today.

You put a coat on and walked out into the garden, gasping when you realised how cold it had gotten. Poor Lucky, he’d been chained out here all day.

Lucky started to growl, but that soon changed into a soft whimper. You saw that his fluffy golden coat was matted down with rain, and his large body was shivering.

“I’m so sorry, Lucky!” you cooed, rushing towards Lucky, and unhooking his leash. “Let’s get you inside and dry!”

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Jeno, trapped in Lucky’s body, had been stuck outside all day. But right now, he was too tired and hungry to try and get you to realise the switch. So when you ushered him inside and started pressing hot towels across his fur, he just lay his head on your legs and let you stroke him.

Tears pricked in your eyes as you wiped Lucky’s fur down in the side room. You should never have left him outside.

“I’m sorry about today, Lucky,” you said. “You know I usually need you for our daily cuddles, but today I got so much affection from Jeno, I guess I didn’t need it from you.”

The dog’s ears perked up. Jeno would have frowned if he could, he had no idea you felt this way.

You absentmindedly stroked his fur as you rambled on. Jeno got the feeling that you talked to the dog a lot about your emotions.

“I don’t need to tell you what Jeno’s like, you’ve been through it all with me,” you said, ruffling the dog’s ears. “I don’t think he’s said more than ten words to me all week, and I can’t even remember the last time he hugged me. But that’s okay because I have you, my special cuddle pup, isn’t that right? Good boy.”

You scratched the dog’s belly, sending shivers down Jeno’s spine. “You love me unconditionally, don’t you, Lucky? You’re the only one in the world who does. Honestly, I’m not so sure why Jeno and I are even together.”

Lucky whimpered.

You gasped. “No, don’t worry! If we break up, you’re going to live with me. You’re my dog first, Lucky.”

Jeno couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had no idea that you felt this way. He did love you, and although he didn’t show it outwardly, he thought you knew. Jeno started to realise what a bad boyfriend he’d been.

“So when Jeno woke me up with kisses… it made me realise what I could be having with a boyfriend. Come to think of it… Jeno acted a lot like how you are with me in the mornings…” you frowned. “I hope he’s not playing some sort of mean trick on me…”

Lucky jumped out of your lap and started shaking his head from side to side, it looked a lot like he was saying no.

The hairs stood up on your neck. You eyed the dog curiously. “You’ve been acting strange too, Lucky. You were all cold and grumpy this morning… kind of like Jeno…”

Lucky nodded his head up and down, as if saying yes.

Shivers ran down your spine. Surely this wasn’t happening. Your voice was hushed. “It’s almost like… you and Jeno switched bodies…”

Lucky yelped just then, making you jolt.

But before you could react, you heard a crash coming from the living room. You bolted to the room, Lucky by your feet. You gasped when you saw that the mirror was smashed.

But what was more shocking was what your boyfriend Jeno was doing.

Jeno – or at least, Jeno’s human body - was facing away from you in the corner of the room, one leg hiked up onto the sofa. His sweatpants were down at his ankles, and you could see his muscled naked butt…

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