Summary: You impulsively adopt the cute hybrid that avoids all eye contact, but you end up accidentally spoiling him too much.
Pairing: Hybrid! Jisungx Rich! Female reader
Warnings: smut, smut, smut, fluff (he's too cute), mentions of drugs and SA (doesn't happen to ji nor y/n), mentions of hybrid abuse, some miscommunication at first, but it's solved quickly because they talk like adults (sort of). Also no proofreading! Sorry I got a bit lazy.
You examined the papers in front of you meticulously, looking for any abnormality. Every month, you visited the shelter to ensure your generous donations were used to improve the facilities and provide healthy meals for the hybrids that lived there. It had happened before that charity organizations received big sums of money from you, but it all went into the owner’s pocket. Whenever you discovered that was the case, you stopped your donations to the organization altogether, but this shelter had passed all your tests so far, offering you very detailed documents to prove that your money had been used the way it was intended to. Even if you showed up on a random Tuesday morning, the employees welcomed you calmly and showed you any document or room you asked to see.
The corridors were clean, besides the unavoidable remains of fur here and there. The rooms on each side of it were not luxurious, and the furniture was minimal, but they were large enough for 2 or 3 hybrids. When you were walking by the feline area, you stopped in front of the only room that had its door closed. All doors had a small, rounded window that allowed you to look inside, for security reasons, as the volunteer had explained during your first visit about a year ago.
Once you peeked inside, you saw a lone figure in the corner of the room.
“Where’s the other one?” you asked, after double-checking the room number. You remembered clearly that room 16 had an extra inhabitant.
The volunteer worker walking next to you stopped as well. “What?”
“The orange cat,” you clarified, remembering the sharp eyes of a cat hybrid glaring at you whenever you came too close to that room. “The one that hates people.”
“Chenle?” The volunteer seemed to know who you were talking about. “He doesn’t hate people! He’s just picky. Someone adopted him last week, actually,” she said with a sweet smile.
You raised your eyebrows in disbelief, thinking about that one time he tried to scratch a loving family that wanted to approach him.
“I know,” the volunteer laughed at your incredulous expression. “We were all surprised! There was this woman who came here looking for a hybrid to keep her company, and she made it very clear she wanted to adopt a dog, but Chenle clung onto her and, after a few visits, she ended up taking him home.”
“Ah…” you nodded awkwardly and glanced over at the lonely occupant of the room. His fluffy, dark ears were folded down, and his lips almost formed a pout as he sat on the floor, staring at the floor cheerlessly. “Is he sick?”
“Jisungie?” the volunteer asked, lowering her voice when she saw his ear twitch at the mention of his name. “He’s probably just sad,” she whispered. “It’s hard for him to get adopted. He’s not exactly what people expect of his breed…”
“Well, his ears are not as pointy, but other than that, he seems like a healthy cat hybrid to me…” You said, trying to defend him.
“Cat?” the volunteer echoed, surprised. “Oh… oh, no, Jisungie is a cricetulus barabensis.”
You stared back at her blankly before you finally admitted you had no idea what that was. “A what?”
“He’s a hamster hybrid,” she explained. “A Chinese striped hamster.”
“Then what is he doing in the feline zone?!”
“A few of our cats took a liking to him as soon as he arrived. They took care of him like he was their baby, so we let him stay here… but now that everyone in that group has been adopted, he’s been by himself. We tried to have him move to the rodent zone, but other rodents don’t get along with him…they find him…different.”
“...Why?”
“The same reason people don’t adopt him. When you think of a hamster, you picture someone small, chubby, and cuddly. He’s tall, awkward, and skittish. He’s not what hamster people are looking for, and neither does he match the description of an ideal companion for dog or cat people. Someone who came yesterday said he was not cute-”
“He’s cute!” you said without thinking. “Was that person blind? Were they even that pretty themselves? There’s nothing wrong with him! He’s adorable!” you ranted angrily. You were a softie inside. The type who watched compilations of people being nice to each other online and cried herself to sleep. Hearing about someone having their feelings hurt just because they didn’t fit the standard someone set for them made you want to either fight or sob uncontrollably. Maybe both.
“I agree with you,” the volunteer said. “But we can’t change what potential owners want…”
“They have to be dumb not to want him! Who in their right mind wouldn’t want this cutie?!”
“...Do you want him?” she asked cautiously.
“Me?!”
“We have known you for a while, so the background check would go smoothly and you could take him home in less than a week,” the excited volunteer explained.
“I’m not here to adopt. You know that,” you replied curtly.
“Right,” she hesitated. “I just thought… Well, if you change your mind–”
“I won’t. I do my part, donating more than enough for you all to keep this place afloat.”
“Hybrids need more than money…” she mumbled. “They need someone to care for them.”
“And you are great at it!” you assured her with a pat on her shoulder.
“It’s not the same,” she shook her head sadly. “They need undivided attention and companionship–”
“And I can’t offer that,” you declared. “Not with the lifestyle I have. I don’t want an extra responsibility taking up my time.”
The volunteer’s sad eyes looked away from you and at the hybrid. You followed her gaze and saw Jisung’s dark eyes boring into yours, before he quickly looked away. Then, he stood up slowly and dragged his feet towards his bed, where he lay on his side, with his back turned to you.
“I didn’t mean to pressure you,” the volunteer said, guiding you away from the feline zone. “I just thought you liked Jisungie.”
“It’s not that I don’t like him,” you said quickly. “I just don’t want to adopt him.”
“That’s understandable,” she said, trying not to show her disappointment.
It bothered you. You felt like she was trying to make you feel guilty because you didn’t want to adopt. Not wanting to own a hybrid didn’t make you a bad person. You were giving them money, weren’t you? That already made you better than those people who didn’t care at all.
Some people called you selfish for not wanting to form a family or have any type of companion. But was it really wrong to be selfish? You weren’t hurting anyone. You had worked really as an actress for years to build your current luxurious lifestyle. You wanted to enjoy it, have brunch with the girls, party until dawn with your friends, and take spontaneous trips to the beach. If you had a pet, you wouldn’t be able to do all that freely.
You cringed at your own thoughts. You tried to train yourself to treat hybrids as equals, but you found yourself, once again, referring to them as pets. Maybe you weren’t making donations because you were a good person, but because you wanted to feel better about yourself.
You remembered the hybrid’s sad eyes when he looked at you. You wondered how many times he had been rejected. Judging by his behavior, it had been too many to count.
You drank shot after shot and laughed at your friends' jokes at the club, but the image of the pitiful hybrid kept haunting you.
“I’m not a bad person!” you yelled drunkenly for the fifth time that night.
“Shh!” Seungkwan hissed. “Do you want another scandal?”
“The last one wasn’t even my fault!” you huffed.
“We know, we know,” Seungkwan said dismissively, switching your shot for a glass of water. “The director from your last movie was an asshole. But you still have to be careful with what you say in public.”
“Why are you so worked up, by the way?” Vernon asked. “You never let people’s words get to you like this.”
“I don’t care about what the volunteer said… But why did he look at me like I stabbed him in the heart?!” you insisted.
“The volunteer?”
“No. Jisung!” you exclaimed, frustrated at your confused friends.
“Who’s that?”
“The hybrid!”
“If it bothers you that much, go back and adopt him,” Vernon said, drinking your shot.
Seungkwan glared at him. “Are you crazy? Look at her! Do you think she can take care of somebody else?”
Now you glared at Seungkwan. “I totally can.”
There was an awkward silence.
“Drink your water, girl,” Seungkwan said, pressing the glass against your lips.
You gulped the liquid down and turned to Vernon. “I totally can, right?” you repeated.
Vernon shrugged. “I see no reason why not.”
Seungkwan shook his head. “You know you can’t get crazy drunk like this every week if this hybrid depends on you. What are you gonna do, leave him alone at home the entire time?”
“With food and TV,” you deadpanned, like it was enough.
“You’re just gonna keep him inside watching TV,” he paraphrased, unamused.
“He could party with us,” Vernon offered.
You nodded and looked at Seungkwan, looking for approval.
“You’ll adopt a hybrid and get him drunk so that you can feel better about yourself?”
“You’re making it sound like I would be a terrible owner,” you scoffed. You waited for him to contradict you, but he silently took a sip of his cocktail. “Seungkwan!”
“Y/N. A hybrid is a responsibility for life. And you are terrified of commitment.”
“I’m not terrified! I just don’t want to commit!”
“Then why are you talking about adopting a whole hybrid?!”
“I just want you to say I can do it!”
“You can’t!
“Vernon said I can!”
“Vernon!” Seungkwan scolded the handsome man who, once again, shrugged and stole a sip of his cocktail.
“I’m adopting him,” you declared, standing up, but the world immediately started spinning. Vernon caught you right before you fell, and with Seungkwan’s help, he carried you out of the club. “Gonna… gonna adopt Jisungie….,” you babbled.
“You won’t even remember this conversation tomorrow, Y/N,” Seungkwan sighed.
But Seungkwan was so wrong.
When you woke up after a few hours, your first thought was Jisung. You got up, wore something comfortable, took an aspirin, and got in your car with a clear destination: the hybrid shelter (with a short but necessary stop to get coffee).
Your heart was beating fast by the time you reached the shelter. You took a deep breath in and opened the door, quickly spotting the same volunteer you had talked to the day before.
“I want Jisung,” you declared.
The woman almost dropped the box she was carrying when she saw your disheveled appearance. She scanned you before putting the box down and approaching you slowly.
“A-are you okay?” she asked.
“You said there was no need for a background check, right?”
“Uh…I said it could be faster…”
“So I get to take him home today.”
“Today?!”
“Is he awake?” you asked agitatedly, walking towards the feline zone where you knew he was mistakenly staying.
The volunteer quickly caught up and stood in front of you, making you stop. “What are you doing?! You can’t just take him!”
Her outraged yelp worsened the sharp pain in your head, so you massaged your temple, irritated. “You wanted to give him to me yesterday,” you reminded her.
“And you refused!”
“I changed my mind,” you said simply, walking past the stressed woman, but you barely took a step before she grabbed your forearm. You turned around, feeling insulted by her behavior. “WHAT?!”
She glared at you defiantly. “If you take him, you can’t change your mind. You must treat Jisung like family, not a trophy to display your altruism.”
That stung. “I…I know that…”
“Then please go home and come back only when you’re absolutely sure you can do this,” she demanded firmly. “And make sure you’re sober.”
You sighed with relief when you got back home. Now that you were sobering up, the idea of adopting a hybrid seemed as ridiculous as Seungkwan pointed out. You dodged a bullet thanks to that annoying volunteer.
It was better to forget about Jisung.
And his fluffy ears.
…And his sad eyes.
…And the way he flinched when you said you didn’t want him.
But you just couldn’t stop thinking about him. After two weeks, you found yourself filling out the necessary paperwork to register him under your care. The annoying volunteer was being nice to you this time, which led you to think that previously she was being cautious to ensure the safety of the hybrids.
When Jisung came to the reception area, carrying only a backpack with his belongings, he had the look of a lost child. He stole glances at you before looking at the floor nervously, and his hands were visibly shaking.
He also kept looking at the volunteer to confirm that this was indeed happening, and when she gave him a thumbs up, his eyes widened a little before squinting to accompany his timid smile. He mentally repeated your name a few times when you officially introduced yourself to him, and then he nodded enthusiastically at everything you said.
You started to get nervous when you noticed he hadn’t said a single word while you went on about the room you had prepared for him, the phone you had bought him, and how you hoped you two would get along.
“He’s just overwhelmed,” the volunteer quickly assured, noticing your concern. ”Give him time and he’ll be yapping non-stop…” she trailed off when she caught sight of a familiar face entering the shelter. “Haechan, again?!”
A cat hybrid with beautiful caramel skin sighed and dropped his backpack on the floor. “Stop acting surprised. You keep giving me away to shitty people and then blame it on me when they send me back.”
“Where’s your owner? I’ll talk to her and maybe–” the stressed volunteer walked to the door to solve the problem.
“She’s not my owner anymore. Bitch kicked me out of the car and drove away. I’m not going back to her.”
She groaned. “Haechan… what do I do with you?”
“How about a welcome hug? Didn’t you miss me?” he pouted, opening his arms as an invitation.
“I did not,” she grumbled.
“Yeah… yeah, you did,” he affirmed with a sultry tone you doubted was appropriate for the workplace, and when his gaze lingered on her body for a little too long, you decided to clear your throat in an attempt to speed up Jisung’s adoption process.
Both the volunteer and Haechan jumped and looked at you. Haechan was the first to speak.
“Hi, I’m Y/N!” you introduced yourself, shaking his hand. “Are you Jisung’s friend?”
“Mhmm, you can call me Haechan. Hopefully, you won’t send him back like they did to me.”
“NO!” you exclaimed, scandalized. “I would never–”
“Yeah, you’re right…” he purred, patting the hamster hybrid’s back. “You won’t want to send him back when you see what he’s packing.”
Jisung’s eyes almost popped out of his head, and he clumsily covered his crotch with his hands despite being fully dressed.
“HAECHAN!” the poor volunteer shrieked, pushing the mischievous cat towards the feline area. “I’m so sorry about him. Just ignore him! You’re all set! A staff member will visit you after a few weeks for the first evaluation. Good luck!” she said, disappearing into the corridor with Haechan.
Jisung was silent on the ride home, and he remained quiet as you gave him a tour of the penthouse. When you finally heard his voice, it wasn’t what you expected.
“Master…” a deep voice suddenly called when you were leaving him to unpack his stuff in his room.
You turned around, speechless.
That was his voice?
“You haven’t told me the rules, master,” he pointed out. This time, you saw his lips move as the words left his mouth, which helped your brain accept that such a soothing voice came from this cute creature.
“T-the rules?” you echoed confusedly.
“Yes, master. Please tell me what I can and can’t do in your house.”
“Jisung, this is your house too. Just make yourself comfortable.”
He visibly malfunctioned. It felt like a trap, but he wouldn’t dare question your instructions.
“Okay. Thank you, master.”
“And don’t call me that,” you requested. “Just call me by my name.”
He nodded. “Master Y/N.”
“No…I mean– just call me Y/N.”
His mouth opened and closed, and then he shook his head.
“No?” you asked. “Does it make you uncomfortable?”
He bit his lip and looked at you nervously.
“Okay,” you sighed with defeat. “Just call me whatever is easier for you.”
“Thank you, master,” he whispered.
It may have been easier for him to call you by that title. But for you, it was mortifying when you took him shopping and he said it out loud in front of other people. Other than that, Jisung was an incredibly well-behaved hybrid. He always did as he was told, obediently accompanied you whenever you took him out to run errands, thankfully accepted every luxurious item you bought for him, and patiently waited for you at home when you went out by yourself.
And the best part was that you could continue living your life the way you liked. You still went out to parties until late at night, and Jisung didn’t seem to mind. He simply stayed at home, watching TV like you told him he could and asking you about your day as soon as you arrived. What you didn’t notice was his growing anxiety, the longer it took you to come back to him.
But how would you notice? He never said anything.
One night, you came back very late, taking off your shoes at the entrance and trying to find your way to your room in the darkness.
“Master,” his deep voice called out of nowhere, causing you to yelp in shock.
“Jesus–fuck, Jisung!” you exclaimed when you saw him standing in the corridor. “What are you doing awake?”
“I’m sorry– I…I have a question…” he mumbled.
“A question? This late?”
“Uh…I can wait until the morning…”
“No, no…” You sighed. “It’s fine. What is it?”
“I was uh…I was wondering if it would be okay for me to eat something…”
You stared at him, dumbfounded. “What?”
His stomach growled loudly, and he cleared his throat. “I didn’t want to grab anything without permission, so…”
That’s when you realized that in the couple of weeks Jisung had lived with you, you had always given him clear indications whenever it was time to eat.
‘Dinner’s in the microwave’, ‘Shall we have pizza?’, ‘Breakfast ready!’, ‘You can heat up some soup if you want’, among other verbal confirmations that it was okay for him to eat something, were always there, but he didn’t hear anything like that today. You had left early in the morning, spent the day outside, and returned past midnight.
“Jisung, have you eaten anything at all today?” you asked.
“I wasn’t sure what was okay–”
“Oh my god,” you groaned, grabbing his arm and dragging him to the kitchen. “I told you this is your house! You can use everything in it, and you can eat whatever you want!”
He mumbled a weak ‘Sorry’ as you took out a package of instant ramyun from the shelf and started preparing it.
“I want you to eat even if I’m not here. Understood?” you said once you were both at the table, and he started eating. “You can cook too, if you want. Do you know how to cook?”
He shook his head.
So you decided to buy more frozen meals that he could heat up when you’re not around.
Another week went by uneventfully. A staff member from the shelter showed up to check on Jisung and decided you were doing a good job since he was clean, well-fed, and had his own spacious room. Jisung tried his best not to cause any trouble. Even if that meant he didn’t do anything all day. But he felt uneasy…
Each passing day, he saw you less, and he was starting to think that maybe… you didn’t like him.
He tried waking up earlier in the morning to spend more time with you, but as soon as you got out of bed, you dressed up and left to who knows where. So he tried staying up until very late instead, but as soon as you arrived, you went to bed. He didn’t want to be ungrateful; after all, you had given him a home.
…But he felt even more lonely than when he was at the shelter.
“How are things with your human?” Chenle asked while videocalling.
“Uh… she’s nice,” he mumbled.
“Nice or… nice?” Chenle stressed the last word with a teasing smile.
Jisung’s face turned red. “It’s not like that…”
“Oh…” Chenle’s smirk dropped. “Haechan said she was your type…”
“WHA–?” Jisung cried out and then covered his mouth, looking around and then remembering he was–once again– alone. “What does he even know about my type?!”
“Jisung, we raised you,” Chenle deadpanned.
“We’re almost the same age!” he refuted, offended.
“But we’ve known you for a long time. He said he saw your ears twitch at the sound of her voice.”
“That’s…! I was just happy to be adopted…” he replied.
“Okay, maybe he got the wrong idea,” Chenle conceded. “Relationships between hybrids and humans aren’t all the same.”
That’s when Jisung got curious. “What about your owner?”
“Hm? What about her?” Chenle asked nonchalantly.
“Is she…nice like that?” he asked, lowering his voice at what he thought was a scandalous question.
But Chenle’s eyes lit up, and the corners of his lips curled. “She’s very nice.”
Jisung gasped.
“D-do you have that type of relationship with her?!”
“No, not yet,” Chenle sighed. “I’m working on it, but she acts more like a mouse than you… she gets all jumpy and shy when I get too close…” he added, chuckling.
“You’re going to scare her,” Jisung warned him.
“Nah, she just follows this dumb moral code that makes her think it would be wrong to let me fuck her stupid,” Chenle shrugged.
Jisung blushed, but not only because of his friend’s obscene choice of words. For some reason, his brain decided to create a visual representation of himself fucking you stupid. A tiny, surprised moan escaped his mouth, and Chenle heard it.
“Thinking about something naughty?” he teased.
“N-no!”
“Are you thinking about your owner?”
“I… our relationship is not like that!” he whined.
“But do you want it to be?”
“No– I just… want to be friends...”
“Okay…” Chenle said. “Then what’s the problem?”
“There is no problem.”
Chenle raised his eyebrows, unimpressed. “Jisung.”
“...Fine, I… I think she may not… like me very much…” the hamster hybrid finally admitted.
“Why would you think that?”
“We never do anything together… She’s never home, and when she is, she goes straight to bed… I don’t know, she may be avoiding me…”
Chenle hummed, processing this information. “I don’t think she’s avoiding you, Jisung. If she didn’t like you, she could just return you, like they did to Haechan.”
Jisung gulped. Going back to the shelter was the worst that could happen to an adopted hybrid. He felt bad for Haechan.
“Maybe she’s actually busy,” Chenle continued. “What does she do for a living?”
“Hm… she’s an actress… Have you heard about Y/N L/N?”
“WHAT? YOU WERE ADOPTED BY Y/N L/N?!”
“Uh…yeah…”
“First of all: wow. But secondly, and more importantly, that means she is busy, Jisung. Celebrities have a lot going on.”
Jisung shrugged. “I guess…”
“And I bet she’s tired when she gets home too. Why don’t you do something to help her relax when she gets home? Maybe that would help you two become closer.”
Jisung nodded slowly, but he couldn’t hide the confusion on his face. “...Like what?”
The cat hybrid stared back at him, blinking slowly. “That’s up to you. What would you like to do for her?”
Jisung thought hard about it all day until he eventually came up with something he thought was a good idea.
…And that’s how you came home to your kitchen being a mess, with your hybrid looking like he had committed a crime.
“Y-you’re home early…” he stuttered, avoiding your questioning eyes.
“Were you hungry?” you asked with a small laugh. “What were you trying to make?”
“Lasagna…” he replied, embarrassed. His sauce-covered clothes confirmed that cooking wasn’t one of his talents. “Saw it on tiktok.”
“You could have just ordered some, or text me to buy some for you on my way back,” you said, shaking your head and starting to clean the kitchen.
“I, uh… It was for you…” He said, barely above a whisper.
“Huh?” You looked at him, surprised. “For me?”
He shrugged, but then you noticed something weird. He kept one of his hands behind his back.
“What are you hiding?” you asked, teasingly.
“Nothing,” he said, but he took a step back.
“I promise I won’t laugh, Jisungie!” you said, thinking he was hiding the results of his cooking attempt. You took a few steps towards him until he was cornered against the counter. “Show me, come on!”
“It’s nothing!” he insisted, trying to escape, but you reached for his hidden hand, and he winced in pain.
“Jisung?” you asked worriedly, finally managing to take a look at his reddened hand. “What happened to your hand?”
He bit his lip, still looking anywhere except your eyes.
“Did you burn yourself?!” you insisted.
He shrugged, but his cheeks were red and his eyes were glossy. He wanted you to see he could be dependable, but he ended up making a fool of himself. Could things get any more embarrassing?
“Why didn’t you call me?! I gave you a phone for a reason!”
“It wasn’t an emergency,” he mumbled.
“What?!”
“You said to call you in case of an emergency.”
“Burning your hand is not an emergency to you?!” you asked.
“Sorry for the inconvenience,” he said, trying to pull his hand away with a humiliated sigh, but your grip remained strong.
“Inconve–What are you even talking about?” you asked. “Jisungie, I’m supposed to take care of you!”
“Yeah, since I’m just a useless pet…” he spat, breaking free from your grasp and walking away.
“What did you say?!” you asked incredulously.
“Nothing. Just leave me alone, ok?”
You saw red. This wasn’t like him at all. He had never talked like that before.
So you followed him.
“Don’t you walk away from me! Where is this attitude coming from?”
“I don’t get it,” he yelled back, ignoring your order and walking towards his room. “If you don’t like me, why did you adopt me?”
You gasped. “What’s gotten into you today? Of course I like you!”
He stopped right before his bedroom door, turning around and glaring at you. “Yeah? Is that why you’re never home since I started living here?”
“I’ve always been like that! Even before you got here! I have things to do!”
“And I have nothing to do!” he exclaimed. “I stay home all day, waiting for you like an idiot.”
“You can do anything you want, Jisung,” you repeated the words you had told him so many times before. “You don’t need me here to have fun.”
“I don’t want to be alone!” he finally admitted. “I–... I hate it,” he added softly.
Despite his quiet voice, the words landed like a dropped plate. Silence followed the unexpected confession.
And then, he sniffed.
It started as a small broken sound, but it soon escalated into sobs that let out the sour feeling he had been repressing for so long.
“Oh…” you mumbled, astonished. He always said everything was fine… This was the first time you heard him voice his feelings so strongly. “Jisung, I– I’m sorry…” You cooed, pulling him into a hesitant hug, praying it didn’t make him feel more uneasy. Thankfully, he welcomed your touch, and his arms immediately pulled you closer. You had no idea how much he needed physical touch right now. How much he craved being close to you, the person whom he had hoped would be his new family.
Still clinging to each other, you slowly sank to the floor, as he cried loudly on your shoulder.
“I w-wanted to do…something f-for you,” he managed to say between hiccups. “But y-you already have… you have everything you want and I– I’m j-just here… dumb and useless and u-ugly–”
“NO!” you refuted, pulling away and holding his face with your palms. “You are none of those things, Jisung. You are smart, loving, and beautiful. Do you hear me?
His reddened, sad eyes avoided yours. “You’re just saying that…”
“I’m not! I’m sorry I made you feel like this, Jisung. I’m just… too used to being alone. I… don’t know how to live with someone. But I like you. I really do.”
He sniffed, and his rounded ears twitched. “Really?”
God, he was adorable.
“Really,” you insisted, and before you could stop yourself, you kissed his forehead softly. “Now, let’s go to the hospital,” you said, smiling and pulling his arm to guide him to the front door.
Jisung thought going to the hospital was a great idea, but not because of his hand. His heart was doing weird flips in his chest, and he felt his face burning after your lips touched his skin. There was surely something wrong with him.
Time blurred since that moment. He followed you without hesitation and let you take him to the hospital. Then he heard you explain everything to the doctor before he could say a word. He looked at you in awe as you took care of all the paperwork, paid the bill, and drove him home. He then waited obediently for you to cook a meal for him, shaking his leg excitedly and replaying the memory of the loving kiss in his head again and again. It felt so tender, and he just knew you weren’t faking it.
‘She cares,’ he thought. ‘She likes me at least a little bit.’
“Is it good?” you asked as he devoured the stew.
For the first time, you heard him giggle. The gentle sound escaped his mouth before he cleared his throat. “Yes. Thank you,” he said, trying to act normal, but his eyes squinted slightly, the corners crinkling as he fought back a smile.
It was contagious. Seeing his efforts to keep a straight face made you break into a wide grin.
You reached out and ruffled his hair, laughing at how happy he looked despite his injured hand.
“What you said earlier…” You spoke carefully, trying not to ruin the moment. “About hating to be alone…”
His smile instantly dropped. “Sorry about that…I was just upset…”
“Did you mean it?”
“I know you like your independence.”
“But you don’t,” you guessed.
“I’ll get used to it,” he assured you quickly.
“But you don’t like it,” you insisted.
He licked his lips nervously and hesitated before nodding. “I don’t like it…”
“Good to know,” you sighed, much to his surprise. “I want to know these things. You never tell me what you like or don't like.”
“I didn’t want to impose,” he mumbled.
“You’re not imposing. It’s normal for two people living together to know things about each other. I have been waiting for you to open up.”
He blinked. “Open up?”
“Yeah, I want you to talk to me.”
His nose wrinkled, and he looked at you, completely lost as to what he could say.
“Let’s start with something simple. What do you do in your free time?”
“My free time?” he echoed blankly.
“Yeah, what do you do all day in this place?”
“I…I wait for you?” he replied.
“...And do what?”
“Uh…I watch TV.”
You resisted the urge to question whether that was really all he did or how he could watch TV all day. “Do you like watching TV?” you asked instead.
“Yeah, it’s…it’s okay…”
“But it could get boring,” you tried to reason. “Doing the same thing every day, I mean…”
He bit his lip. He wasn’t denying it.
“How about doing something outside? Do you like sports?” you offered.
“... I like soccer,” he admitted.
“Let’s find you a team to play with, then.”
“Really?” he asked with an unlikely high-pitched tone.
“Yeah! I’ll ask some friends if they could recommend–”
“Chenle–!” Jisung exclaimed excitedly, before regulating his voice to a calmer tone. “M-my friend from the shelter… he– he goes to this sports club and he said it’s fun and– and a lot of his teammates are hybrids and–” he rambled excitedly until a sudden thought crossed his mind and his ears flattened. “But he pays for a membership…”
“Yeah, all sports clubs require a membership,” you agreed. “I’ll pay for it.”
“Oh, no I– I don’t really need–” he stuttered, feeling guilty for suggesting something that would be a waste of your hard-earned money.
“But you want it.”
His body tensed, and his gaze lowered. “It’s fine.”
But you weren’t having any of that. “Ask your friend for the club’s name. You’re going next week.”
His jaw dropped, and then he forced it shut, shaking his head. “No, master, I–...” he sighed. “I’m–... you don’t have to spoil me like that…”
You snorted, finally understanding why he kept choosing the cheapest stuff at the store.
“Jisungie,” you called his name gently. “I’m rich. I have money. I want to spoil you,” you clarified.
He gulped. You wanted to spoil him? Fuck, that sounded so good coming out of your mouth.
“Yeah?” he asked, his voice accidentally sounding deeper, raspier.
Unaware of the sudden shift in the air, you kept talking, thinking you were still talking about money.
“Of course, Jisung! I want to give you the best life you could ever have. Just tell me what you want,” you offered, reaching for his unwounded hand across the table.
“What I want…” he echoed absentmindedly, observing the way your thumb caressed the back of his hand. His brain was picturing exactly what he wanted from you, and Chenle had been so right about it. Seems like he didn’t want to be just friends after all…
You nodded. “I’ll give you anything you want,” you confirmed.
He exhaled a shaky ‘Oh…’.
Now he was hyper-aware of your touch.
Stillness bloomed in the wake of his not-so-pure thoughts.
“Wanna try right now?” you asked suddenly.
“What?!” he shrieked.
“Come on!” you giggled. “Tell me one thing that you want.”
He looked from your touching hands to your curious face, mulling it over cautiously. If he told you what he wanted, it would change everything. So he didn’t say anything.
“We can start with something small,” you suggested, sensing his uncertainty.
Small?
For him, everything that came from you was a big deal.
A kiss…
One like the one you gave him earlier.
Or maybe he could give you one instead. A loving kiss on your temple, or your cheek…
Would you let him kiss your lips?
He pushed those thoughts away. The last thing he wanted was you sending him back to the shelter because he crossed the line.
“Y-you are an actress, right?” he asked instead.
“Yeah,” you confirmed. “I’ve been acting since I was 7.”
“Can we…” he trailed off nervously. “W-watch one of your movies, or something? I mean… a movie you’re in…”
You were expecting him to ask for something you could buy, but this was a good start if you wanted him to be comfortable asking you for things in the future.
“Sure!” you nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. “Do you wanna watch it right now?”
“Yes,” he said quickly, not wanting to say goodnight and part from you just yet.
You gently squeezed his hand before telling him to google a list of your movies and choose one while you made popcorn.
When the movie started, he sat in the opposite corner of the sofa, but as the story progressed and you both became more absorbed in the plot, he moved closer. He touched your arm clumsily, keeping the touch light enough to play it as an accident if you didn’t like it. Instead of questioning him or pushing him away, you opened your arms as an invitation to come even closer. He held his breath as he hesitantly scooted over, and he melted when one of your hands landed on his fluffy hair and scratched his ear carefully.
“Hmm…” he purred, leaning into your touch.
“Good?” you asked sleepily, with your eyes glued to the screen.
“Good,” he whispered, clinging onto you, resting his head on your shoulder, and letting out pleased little sounds.
“Should we do this every week?” you offered.
“Mhmm…”
That was the beginning of you and Jisung’s first routine as ‘roommates’, but more were soon to come. Now, having breakfast together was sacred; Jisung learned to make pancakes and other simple recipes, and he woke up excited to make something to eat together. You always found yourself waking up to the smell of coffee and the soothing view of your hybrid preparing breakfast and humming to little tunes.
He was also getting more comfortable asking for things… and bolder with his words.
‘Is it okay if I decorate my room?’
‘May I go with you?’
‘Would it be too much if I ask for a laptop?’
‘Can some friends come over?’
‘I want to take singing lessons.’
‘Can I sleep with you tonight?’
“What?” you asked while you stood at the doorframe of your bedroom.
“Uh…I asked if… I could sleep w-with you…” stuttered your hybrid, having knocked on your bedroom door late at night.
You looked from him to your king-sized bed, confused. “You want to sleep here?”
He barely nodded, losing his confidence at your hesitation. “T-the neighbors are having a party and… and I hear everything from my window so I c-can-t… It’s kinda hard to sleep…uh… sorry, I shouldn’t have woken you up, I… I’m gonna g-go…”
“Come in,” you murmured.
“What?”
Instead of replying, you opened the door wider as a silent invitation. Jisung’s pulse accelerated as he watched you walk towards your bed and lie down.
“You coming?” you asked when he didn’t move.
Your sleepy voice shouldn’t have made his heart jump like that. As he lay down on the opposite side of the bed, he began to question whether this had been a good idea. Your pillow smelled like your shampoo and he could feel the warmth emanating from your body. And to make things work, his anxiety decided to act up, making him tremble slightly.
“Are you cold, Jisungie?” you asked with a yawn.
“Y-yeah,” he lied. He wasn’t going to admit that the real reason he was shaking was that being in the same bed as you was making him spiral.
“Hmm… come here,” you mumbled, opening your arms just like you did to cuddle when you watched movies together.
Yes, this was no different than watching a movie with you. Just because now you were on a bed, he didn’t need to be this nervous, Jisung told himself as he moved closer. As usual, all tension left his body once he was hugging you. He let out something between a sigh and a moan.
“Thank you…” he breathed out, pulling you closer and impulsively kissing your cheek.
You froze, and you felt his face heat up through the fabric of your pajamas as he hid his face in your chest.
“G-good night!” he said quickly, wondering how believable it would be if he pretended to be snoring right at that moment.
But instead of being mad, you chuckled and kissed the top of his head. “Good night, Jisungie,” you murmured.
He fought the urge to kick his feet like a happy teenage girl with a crush and replayed the sweet interaction in his head until he fell asleep.
One thing about Jisung was that he was a fast learner, but that also meant that if you permitted him to do something once, he assumed it was okay to do it anytime. So he ended up sleeping in your bed so often it became the norm.
He was also more touchy. He caressed your hands and arms absentmindedly whenever you were hanging out, and he had developed the cute habit of kissing your cheek every night before going to sleep (although you could feel his lips trembling as they touched your skin).
You were so proud of how his timid requests became assertive. Now he sounded confident whenever he wanted something because he just knew you would always say yes.
The first time you regretted teaching him how to feel so empowered happened during one of your weekly movie nights.
“I look so dumb!” you whined, looking at yourself playing the role of a sexy spy.
“You look good! Stop saying that!” Jisung laughed, resting his head on your shoulder and hugging you tighter against his chest, between his sprawled legs. This was a cuddling position you naturally adopted when watching movies lately.
“I hated this movie! I never watched it after I finished filming it last year…”
“Why did you hate it so much?” he asked.
“Because it makes no sense! Why would I wear high heels and a tight dress to run and jump out of buildings?!”
He giggled. “But you look amazing,” he murmured sleepily.
You felt your skin warm up a little.
…And this wasn’t the first time.
Now that Jisung was more confident, he found it easier to compliment you when you least expected it. Each compliment made you feel a little hot and bothered, especially when he said them with that voice.
He had never done anything remotely sexual in your presence…
So why were you thinking about Jisung like that?
Was it because of that time he came out of his room shirtless, asking if you had seen his favorite hoodie, and you stared for too long?
Or maybe that one time you scratched his nape and he straight out moaned and asked for more, making you accidentally picture him in a totally different scenario?
Or any other time you kind of perceived him as attractive?
Jisung.
Attractive.
Oh god…
You were attracted to your hybrid.
You were still coming to terms with that realization when you heard a moan–your own moan–coming from the screen.
Oh, no…
No, no, no…
You completely forgot about that scene.
“Shit. Let’s watch something else–” you quickly suggested, trying to stand up to reach for the remote, but Jisung’s arms kept you in place. You looked back as much as you could with the limited movement he allowed you, and you saw his dark eyes looking past you, glued to the lewd scene on the screen. “Jisung, nooo! Don’t look!” you begged, trying to cover his eyes with your hands.
“Stop,” he replied curtly, grabbing your wrists and holding them against your chest with one big hand, while his other arm kept circling your waist. “You said we can watch whatever I want. I want to watch this one.”
A shiver ran down your spine.
His agitated breathing was hot next to your ear, while he kept you still with a gentle yet firm grip and watched you fake pleasure for the camera.
“Wow…” he whispered when your character stepped out of the ridiculously uncomfortable dress to reveal a set of black lingerie.
You had to look away when you saw yourself crawl on top of the middle-aged actor who played the detective. Jisung gulped.
You knew what was coming: An unnecessarily long scene full of close-ups of your tits bouncing with exaggerated screams to appeal to the male audience.
You let out a small whimper. “This is so embarrassing…” you mumbled, defeated.
“Shh. I told you you look good,” Jisung cooed, kissing your shoulder (something he had never done before) to comfort you. “Fuck…”
And that was the first time he ever cursed in front of you. He used to mind his actions and words around you, looking for your approval. But now, after months living together and you giving him everything he asked for and praising him all the time… he was letting loose.
“Oh…” he moaned quietly when you shifted awkwardly and something poked your lower back. He gulped before moving his own hips subtly, but too skillfully to be an accident.
“J-jisung!” you yelped when you finally snapped out of it and twisted your body around with difficulty to look at him. “Wait– No!”
“...No?” he repeated, the word sounding foreign coming from your lips. Since he first became part of your life, you had always told him there were no rules he needed to worry about. You never got mad at him when he accidentally broke something or made a mess in the kitchen. Neither did you deny him any of his requests. You had even gone as far as to promise him that you would give him anything he wanted.
Anything.
One time, he did some research on the most ridiculously costly PC equipment to exist and asked you to buy it for him. Hell, he didn’t even want it, but he wanted to see if you would follow through. You did. No questions asked. You just handed him your credit card and said ‘Sure’ like it was nothing.
And it wasn’t only about money. Whenever he had asked for other things, such as holding hands, cuddling, and napping together, you said yes every time.
Why would you say no to him now? You always let him do whatever he wanted, so what was wrong? He thought you two had a little something going on, even if none of you dared to say it. He had seen your ears turn red whenever he told you you were pretty. He knew you checked him out whenever he walked around with little clothes… that’s why he did it (Haechan’s idea).
He heard your voice crack when you told him to get dressed… and there was that time he was so sure you smelled aroused when he let you feel up the lean muscles he had been working out for.
Was he wrong?
Had he crossed the line?
His eyes went from lidded and dreamy to wide and panicked.
“I mean–” you tried to calm yourself and him down when you saw his expression. “Okay, hold on. Let’s clarify: what do you want exactly?”
He bit his lip and looked down, just like he did when he had first arrived at your home and didn’t trust you enough to speak up.
“I won’t be mad,” you assured him. “You know you can tell me anything, right? Have I ever been mad at you?”
He shook his head slowly.
“See? There’s nothing to be afraid of. Now tell me, what do you want?”
For a few seconds, he was quiet, letting the lewd sounds of the movie fill the room.
Then, he moved his hips only a little, just enough to chaff against your ass. Despite the lack of force, the gesture was clear.
“This,” he mumbled, thrusting again, this time a little harder, to make his point. “... No?” he asked again, like a kid who was being denied a cookie.
You opened your mouth in shock, but no words came out. What were you supposed to say when your cute hybrid, whom you had been secretly checking out, politely asked to hump you while watching a soft porno of you?
…To be fair, it was not his fault that he got hard. The movie was intended for a male audience, and Jisung was, after all, a man. It was your fault for letting him watch it.
If he was turned on because of you… It was only logical to help him feel better, right?
You were just taking responsibility for your mistake.
At least that’s what you told yourself.
It was easier than admitting you were doing it because you finally got some non-platonic physical touch from the man who had been making you feel flustered for weeks.
Instead of replying, you moved, pressing your ass against his hardened shaft and holding in a whimper at how hot it felt.
He gasped, looking down to see the point where thin layers of fabric stopped his cock from entering you.
“S-so… yes?” he asked hopefully. “Master, is that a yes?”
Of course. Your well-behaved hybrid always needed verbal confirmation to be sure.
“Yes,” you whispered. “But only this, ok?”
He sighed, and his hands reached for your hips. He looked back at the screen and kept rutting lazily. “T-thank you… Thank you, master…”
You pressed your thighs together and shut your eyes closed, embarrassed at the entire situation. His tiny gasps were making you so wet you worried you would leave a stain on the sofa. You took a deep breath in. All you had to do was stay still and wait for him to finish… by the way his hips stuttered, you knew it wouldn’t take him long.
“There’s one thing I find stupid about this movie,” he suddenly said, making your heart drop. You weren’t ready for him to tell you how ridiculous you looked now. Thankfully, he said: “That guy. He shouldn’t be part of the scene… he ruins the whole mood.”
You opened your eyes and stared at the still-going sex scene. There it was: a quick cut of your coworker grunting, covered in oil that was supposed to imitate sweat. You couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“How was I supposed to do that scene then?” you asked. “Should I have just bounced on an empty bed?”
He laughed too. It was the first time you two ever spoke about something like sex…and it was surprisingly chill, if you ignored his dick still humping your ass.
“Honestly? That would have been better,” he snickered, and then he groaned when the camera panned on the man again. “Gross, I don’t wanna see the sweaty dude. Can the camera go back to you?” he whined.
“Then don’t look?” you offered, suddenly feeling playful. “The actress is right here with you. You don’t have to watch the screen to see me.”
The sudden realization hit him.
“Yeah…” he sighed, and he finally stopped watching the dumb movie to rest his forehead on your shoulder. “You’re right here…”
Your warm body against his, and your shampoo-scented hair tickling his cheek, made him feel at home. You were his home.
If he could feel just a little bit more, it would be perfect, he told himself, pausing his movements.
“Jisung?” you asked, trying to control your ragged breathing. You were enjoying yourself a little too much and were disappointed that he stopped… but the disappointment was replaced with a surprised yelp when you felt skin against skin, hot, hard, and wet. His member slid under your shirt. “Oh my god…” you breathed out. “Is that…?”
He hummed, nosing your neck and placing a chaste kiss on it before resuming his swift movements, letting you feel his cock on the bare skin of your lower back. “Master… this is okay too, right? It f-feels amazing…”
How could you say no when he asked like that? When he told you it felt that good? When he was spreading precum on your skin? When he was moaning and calling you ‘master’ with that insanely raspy voice?
“It’s...okay,” you panted and a little moan escaped you, which didn’t go past him.
“I like that sound…” he admitted, his thrusts still slow but sensual. “Can I hear it again?”
“Jisung…” you whined instead, covering your face with your palms, mortified.
“Please, master…” he begged next to your ear. “Please,” he repeated, and then he nibbled on your earlobe, successfully making you release something between a gasp and a moan. He couldn’t stop himself; he let out a small “Ah…!” and spilled on your back, hugging you tightly as his cock twitched.
He sighed and his hands caressed your hips in soothing circles… and then wandered to the hem of your shorts. Your breath got caught in your throat…
And your phone rang.
You jumped up and ran to the shelf where you had left it.
“Hello?” you answered nervously.
“Hey, girl. You busy? Sorry, I just really need your help…” said Vernon’s tipsy voice.
“Uh…” you hesitated, looking back at the disheveled appearance of your hybrid, with rosy cheeks, unfocused eyes, legs spread wide open exposing his…“Nope. Not busy at all. What’s up?”
“Thank god. Hoshi’s wasted, like… dancing on top of the table type of wasted and we can’t convince him to leave with us. But maybe you could? You know how every time he sees you he goes ‘Is this famous actress Y/N L/N?’ and follows you around like a puppy?”
You snorted. “Let me get my keys and I’ll pick you guys up.”
“Oh, no, I was thinking you could just talk to him on the phone. I know you’re having roomie time with Jisung tonight…”
“NO! I mean… it’s totally fine, really. I’ll pick you up!” you insisted, and then turned to Jisung. “J-jisungie, I have to go out for a bit. You don’t need to wait up for me, okay?” you told him, using your acting skills to mask your awkwardness.
“Uh… okay…?” he replied, like he was just waking up from a dream.
You did not convince Hoshi to go home. You didn’t even try. Instead, you joined the party, much to Seungkwan’s frustration, and you tried to make it last as long as you could so that you didn’t have to face Jisung.
You felt guilty when you entered your room at 5 A. M. and saw him hugging your pillow.
“Master…?” He mumbled sleepily when he noticed you, his arms reaching out for you. “You’re back. Did you have fun?”
“Mhm,” you nodded nervously and let him cuddle you, hoping he couldn’t hear your heartbeat.
“Missed you,” he whispered.
“Me too…” You admitted.
That’s what you said, but then why did you start acting so distant after that? Jisung couldn’t understand: you had kissed his cheek, held his hand, cuddled and even let him hump you, but now you had started spending more time outside, coming home late (and sometimes not coming home at all), and sitting as far away from him as possible when you watched your weekly movie.
…Oh god…
Had he crossed the line that night??
You said it was okay.
You gave him permission.
You moaned.
What did he do wrong?
Was it because you didn’t cum or because he didn’t clean you up after he finished?
He was planning on taking care of those things, but you had left so fast–
“Jisungie?” your sweet voice made him jump.
“Y-yeah?”
“I was asking you what you wanted to eat this weekend. The chef is asking so they can prepare the ingredients in advance.”
“We… have a chef now?” he asked, confused. You had the money for a chef, but you preferred to cook your own food, so this was new.
“Uh… just for the weekend. I’m going on a trip, remember? I don’t want you eating more frozen food…”
“Ah… your trip…” he murmured, looking down at his now cold plate of pasta. “Tell them that anything is fine.”
“Are you sure?” you insisted. “You haven’t been eating much lately…”
Your worried tone made him cringe. You sounded like a pet owner again. Like when you first met and you weren’t close. It was almost condescending.
“I’m sure. Have fun,” he said curtly.
It stung. You knew he noticed your absence recently, and it broke your heart to pull away when he hadn’t done anything wrong. You were just awkward and didn’t know how to address… whatever that had been.
“Do you wanna come with me?” you asked before you could think about it.
“What?” he asked, looking up with surprised, wide eyes, but there was a tiny sparkle of hope in them.
“You could come with me. The hotel is fully booked, but my suite is big enough for both of us.”
For a second, he looked excited, but then his ears flattened. “No, it’s ok. I don’t want to bother you.”
No, no, no. You hated this. He was acting like when you first adopted him: nervous and distant.
“What, you wanna bring your girlfriends home while I’m not here? ”
His eyes widened. “NO! I don’t have–” he stopped when he saw you smirking.
“It’s fine,” you faked a sigh. “I guess you don’t wanna be seen with a smoking hot actress.”
He laughed. He finally laughed.
“I don’t know,” he joked, too, catching on. “What would my fans think?”
“I’ll help you prepare your statement for the press,” you shrugged. “I’ve been in all types of scandals.”
He pretended to mull it over. “Is there gonna be a jacuzzi?”
You nodded. “And an open bar.”
“Then I'd better start packing.”
Things were starting to go back to normal. You laughed and held hands during the flight, the awkwardness between you long forgotten. He wasn’t joking about wanting to use a jacuzzi; jumping in it was the first thing he did when you entered the suite, and, after some convincing (him giving you puppy eyes), you joined him.
There was no denying the closeness (and nakedness) brought your nerves back. You had chosen a one-piece swimsuit that didn’t cover as much as you had hoped, and Jisung was staring. You knew because your eyes kept meeting whenever you checked him out too, which was unavoidable when he was shirtless and wet and sitting so close to you. He looked like he belonged to this world, holding a glass of champagne and occasionally munching on some grapes that were on a tray next to the tub.
“So…” you joked, trying to break the ice. “How do you like traveling like the rich do?”
He smirked. “It’s alright. This room is decent. And the company is not too bad.”
“Not too bad?” you scoffed. “Should I be feeding you those grapes myself to be a worthy companion?”
He shrugged. “I wouldn’t say no to that.”
You laughed. “Okay then,” you said, sitting closer and reaching for a grape. “Here, eat this.”
“Ask nicely,” he said, with a fake arrogant tone.
You let out a gasp, playing along. “Jisung!”
He laughed, but the sound got stuck in his throat when you grabbed his jaw and forced him to look your way. You were hovering, almost sitting on his lap, looking into his eyes and pressing a single grape on his lips.
“Open your mouth,” you commanded.
He parted his lips slowly, allowing the fruit to slip into his mouth. He savored it and licked his lips, looking at you with dilated pupils.
“Want another one, your majesty?” you asked sarcastically, relaxing the hand on his jaw to then brush the wet hair out of his face.
He nodded.
“Use your words.”
“Yes, master,” he whispered.
You fed him another one, and he sighed in delight.
“I spoil you too much, Jisungie,” you said, still caressing his hair.
“Love it when you spoil me,” he confessed.
“Do you?” you asked, reaching for another grape.
“Hmm… yes…” he moaned when you scratched his ear.
“Then why are you being such a brat?”
He shook his head. “Never! I’m good–hmph!” he managed to say before another grape was shoved past his lips.
“Is that so? Are you my good boy?”
His eyes almost rolled back at the nickname. “Y-yes…” he said after he swallowed.
You chuckled, reaching for another grape, but he stopped you by gently grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer.
He was breathing heavily, and you could feel his quick pulse where your hand was pressed on his chest.
“W-what is it, Jisungie?” you asked, noticing your own pulse had accelerated too.
He just gulped and stared at your lips hungrily.
And then you were kissing him. It started with a soft peck, and then you pulled back expectantly to see his reaction. His mouth chased yours unconsciously, and he gave you an equally sweet peck. Then your lips fit together for a kiss that became desperate, between moans and teeth clashing. You caressed his chest, and he whined, hugging your waist to force you onto his lap. He gasps at the weight of your barely covered body on his crotch, and he has to rest his head on the edge of the bathtub because the pleasure mixed with the hot temperature of the water was making him dizzy.
“You okay, baby?” you asked, kissing his jaw.
‘Baby,’ he thought to himself, trying to regain some strength.’That’s me. She’s kissing me’.
“Haa… f-fuck…” he panted. “I’m… okay…”
You hesitated. He looked like he was about to pass out. “Are you sure–?”
Knock knock!
You jumped at the unexpected sound, but Jisung was too preoccupied mouthing your neck between gasps.
“Yes?” you yell towards the door.
“Y/N? Are you guys ready? We were supposed to meet at the lobby 20 minutes ago!” Seungkwan yelled back.
“Fuck,” you murmured. “Wait–hmph!”
Jisung’s lips were on yours again, and when you tried to push him away, he bit your lower lip with a groan.
“No,” he breathed out. “Let’s… stay… haa… here…” he said.
… And then his body went lax.
“Ji?” you called. “Jisung?” you insisted, slapping his cheek gently. “Shit… SEUNGKWAN!” you shrieked, stepping out of the jacuzzi clumsily.
“What?!” he asked from the other side of the door, panic evident in his voice.
You tried to pull Jisung out of the tub, but he was heavy, and he seemed too dazed to cooperate. So you ran to the door and opened it quickly.
“SEUNGKWAN!”
“WHAT. WHAT’S WRONG?” he screamed, holding your arms as soon as he could see you, checking your body for any injury.
“JISUNG!” was all you could say, leading your friend to the jacuzzi. “Help me!!”
You got to the tub right in time to see him sinking in the water. With a shriek, Seungkwan grabbed onto him and, together, you managed to drag him out.
“What’s wrong with him?”
“I don’t know!” you said honestly.
“Should I call an ambulance?”
“Master…?” Jisung whispered, blinking slowly.
“Oh, my god. Jisungie? I’m here, Jisungie,” you said, holding his hand.
“...Kiss me…more?” he managed to say, with a weak smile.
You blushed and slowly looked up to see your unimpressed friend glaring at you.
“You know what? I don’t wanna know. You have 10 minutes to get ready or I’m going for dinner without you,” he said with a huff before he stood up and left the room.
Jisung was too weak to go out, so you ended up leaving him in bed, with some water and a sports drink. He pouted, but you promised him you wouldn’t be back too late.
“Finally!” Vernon said when you showed up at the lobby. “I’m starving!”
“Sorry! I had to take care of something–”
“Sure you did,” Seungkwan murmured.
“I’m starving too!” you exclaimed with fake excitement. “What should we eat?”
“Thought you ate already,” Seungkwan said sassily.
You sighed. It was going to be an awkward dinner.
“So, you and Jisung are official?” Vernon asked while munching on his food after Seungkwan told him everything despite your pleas.
“Maybe…? I don’t know… We just kissed a little,” you said.
“You got him so worked up he fainted,” Seungkwan said.
“It was his first time in a jacuzzi,” you mumbled.
Vernon snorted. “Sorry, your boy’s cute, but lowkey a loser.”
You and Seungkwan couldn’t help but laugh too.
“He’s adorable,” Seungkwan admitted with a sigh. “He was so sweet, asking her for a kiss when he could barely move. I need to get myself a man like that.”
“I’m literally here?” Vernon ( his manager and boyfriend) countered.
“So you’re not mad at me anymore?” you asked Seungkwan.
“I wasn’t mad at you… you scared the shit out of me, that’s all…” Seungkwan took a sip of his margarita and then he added: “And, well… to be honest, I was afraid you were taking advantage of him…”
The color drained from your face “...What?” you croaked.
“Bro…” Vernon stopped eating and glared at his boyfriend, apprehensively. “What are you even saying?”
“I know! I know she wouldn’t… But you know how things are with hybrids in most cases. Too many of our actor coworkers have adopted hybrids to get them high and use them as fuck toys. I overheard this bitch saying she had given a heat-inducing drug to her cat hybrid to get him to fuck her. The hybrid refused to touch her, so she beat him up and sent him back to the shelter.”
You remained silent and Seungkwan quickly tried to fix it.
“I trust you! We know Jisung too, so we know he’s been crazy about you for a while now. It’s obvious that you both like each other and that your relationship has developed healthily– I just… got startled when I saw him so lost and weak… I’ve seen hybrids looking like that before and it’s always for terrible reasons… How was I supposed to know he got overwhelmed by a kiss and being in a jacuzzi?! What I mean is… Sorry for doubting you, Y/N.”
You nodded slowly. “I get it. I know bad things happen to hybrids adopted by celebrities all the time…”
“Hey, Y/N,” Vernon said, reaching for your hand. “You are not like those people. Jisung is very happy with you, okay?”
Seungkwan nodded.
You smiled timidly. You knew what Jisung and you had was consensual. He was happy and he made you happy, so everything was okay.
“Weird question, does Jisung have heats?” Vernon asked casually.
You choked on your drink. “I don’t… know? I don’t think so…”
“Ok, cool. Just curious,” he shrugged, calling the waiter to order another round.
You got back to the hotel a little later than expected and Jisung was sleeping comfortably on the bed. You climbed on it quietly, not wanting to wake him up, but as soon as you lay down with your back towards him, he hugged your waist gently.
“Missed you,” he whispered, like he did every time you came back to him too late at night.
“Missed you too,” you replied. “...Hey, Ji… Can I ask you something?”
He hummed.
“Do you ever… go into heat?”
He tensed behind you.
“N-no… female hamsters do, though. Us males are sensitive to the females’ heat…”
“Oh…” you replied. Well, you weren’t a female hamster, so you probably had no effect–
“In your case…” he continued, folding under zero pressure. “I g-guess I’m a little sensitive to your uh…ovulation?”
“Oh,” you repeated dumbly. “...I’m ovulating now…”
“...I know…”
“How does it affect you?” you asked hoarsely.
“...Makes me wanna… do things…” he murmured.
“W-what things?”
For a few seconds he didn’t reply. Just when you were about to tell him to forget you asked and go to sleep, he pulled you closer.
“If I tell you… will you let me do those things?”
“...Yeah…”
He gulped before he stuttered. “W-wanna do that thing we did…”
“Kissing?”
You felt him shake his head. “ That too, but I mean—The thing we did… when we watched your movie…”
“Oh… Dry humping?” you asked, grazing his crotch with your ass. “Like this?”
“Hmm… y-yes,” he nodded. “B-but… can you turn around?” he asked nervously.
You swallowed a mortified groan. Yes, you were kissing with little clothes in the jacuzzi earlier, but that had been spontaneous. This was slower, which gave you more time to overthink what was happening.
“No?” he asked softly. “You don’t want to…?”
“I do!” you said quickly, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. “I’ll… I’ll turn around…” you mumbled, clumsily turning to face his expectant pretty face. You looked into each other’s eyes as he carefully placed his palm on the small of your back, moving his hips to meet yours. You gasped when his clothed member grazed your clit.
“Like this it feels good for you too, right?” He asked hopefully.
You nodded, moving your body experimentally to match his movements and he let out the tiniest moan.
“Can I kiss you?” he panted, dangerously close to your mouth, his question a mere fromallity. “You said… haa… I c-can…”
You couldn’t bring yourself to form a coherent answer so you fulfilled his wish and kissed him. He sighed shakily and kissed you back, snapping his hips against your crotch. Though the stimulation was more than gratifying, the position was a little awkward. At least that’s what you assumed went through Jisung’s mind when he grabbed your leg and pulled it over his waist, allowing for a better angle.
You let out a surprised moan and he halted his thrusts and kisses.
“S-sorry, I should have asked…” he swallowed and spoke with difficulty. “Can I…uh… touch your leg?” he asked, but is fingertinps were digging into your thigh, unconsciously refusing to let go. “I uh… understand if you wanna stop… though I really hope you don’t because I really like doing these things with you—” his incoherent explanation was cut short by his shocked gasp when you flipped both of you so he was on his back with you on top.
He looked like the perfect pray like that. His glossy eyes widened, his mouth slightly ajar letting out aroused little sounds, disheveled hair and ears perked up expectantly. His hands rested on each side of his head obediently, not daring to touch anything until you explicitly allowed it.
“Shh, Ji…” you breathed out, trying to regain some composure. “There’s nothing to be anxious about. Have I ever been mad at you?”
He shook his head quickly.
“Good boy,” you praised sweetly, feeling his clothed cock twitch under you. “Just enjoy this, okay?” you instructed.
He tried to nod, but as soon as you started gyrating your hips slowly he became a babbling mess again. “M-master… yes, master…”
You chuckled. “You keep calling me that, even in this situation?”
“Huh?” he asked dumbly.
“When are you gonna call me by my name?”
The red in his face became darker and he shook his head energetically. “I c-could never… disrespect you– ah! Like…that… haa…”
“Using me for pleasure is not disrespectful?” you teased.
He gasped, trying to sit up, but you pushed him back, placing your hands on his chest and rutting faster.
“AH! M-mast— so sorry… not using…haa.. I’m n-not using y- Oh!”
“Aren’t you?”
“No! Haa… haa… p-please, I– I respect you, I–Hmm… I love you so mu–Aaah!”
You almost lost your balance at the last sentence. You stopped moving and he whimpered.
“Master…” he sobbed, having his orgasm stolen from him. “I’ll b-be good, please don’t stop… don’t…”
You could think about his spontaneous confession later. First you really needed to see your beautiful hybrid cum. So you started moving again, this time grinding hard.
He arched his back. “Haa! Haa… Thank you… Master, thank y–Aah! Ah… haa… ah…”
The view was beautiful: His veiny hands held onto the wrinkled sheets, and tears threatened to escape his eyes as he trashed under you, overwhelmed by pleasure. Something seemed to switch in his brain in these circumstances, because the usually timid hybrid, couldn’t stop running his mouth.
“S-so good… master’s warmth feels… ooh… amazing…” he mumbled as he tried to focus his dazed eyes on where your crotches made contact. “Ooh… yes, yes… h-harder…”
“A-are you trying to tell me what to do?” you asked, making a poor atempt of a dominant tone.
“No! Sorry, sorry…” he yelped, panicking. “I d-didn’t mean too… I’m just… so close…”
“Yeah?” you gulped, ignoring the constant pulsing feeling on your clit. “Wanna cum?”
He nodded. “Please?”
You kissed him lovingly so he wouldn’t see you smiling like an simp, and then you bounced on him harder, like he wanted.
“Ah! Ah! Oh… Oooh you’re so good to me, m-aah… master… haa….” he managed to say in between fervent kisses. “Gonna cum… f-fuck… master, I’m gonna cum…”
You gasped when at the new wetness in your pajama pants as he came with a silent moan, his cock and whole body spasming with pleasure. You slowed down, riding him slowly to help him come down from his high, caressing his face and kissing the tears away.
“How are you feeling?” you asked when he calmed down a little.
“Did… did you cum?” he croaked, instead of answering your question.
You chuckled. “Don’t worry about it, Jisungie,” you said getting up.
“Wait!” he said, fighting the dizziness to sit up. “Let’s keep going.”
You looked at his trembling figure and couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Jisung… You can’t keep going. You’re still too weak from what happened in the jacuzzi.”
He whined. “Please, come back here.”
You ignored his request to go get him a wet towel and change of clothes. When you came back, he kissed your neck to get you in the mood again, but you pushed him away gently. “Ji.”
“I just wanna make you cum,” he pouted. “I can use my fingers. You like my fingers, right? You always stare at my hands.”
You cleared your throat. “You have nice hands,” you conceded. “But they are shaking. It’s not that I don’t want you Jisung, but you need to rest. We can try another time.”
“Tomorrow,” he suggested quickly.
“I have a busy day tomorrow,” you reminded him.
“Then when?”
“I… I don’t know. Next time.”
His pouty face was adorable, so you giggled and kissed his cheek. “Let’s get you cleaned up, ok?”
“I can do it myself,” he mumbled, grabbing the towel. “You’ve already done way more than I deserve tonight.”
“Don’t be dramatic, Ji,” you laughed, walking to the restroom to shower. “If it makes you feel better, I was really close.” you said before getting in and closing the door.
Jisung stared at the restroom door blankly and then he groaned. That actually had made him feel worse. So that night he went to bed with a plan: giving you the most mindblowing orgasm as soon as you woke up. Exept that next morning you woke up before he did, leaving him alone with a note and a tray with breakfast on the nightstand.
Immediately he reached for his phone and called you.
“Morning, Ji!” you answered cheerfully.
“M-morning. Where are you?”
“I had to meet with the director this morning.” you explained. “Now I’m having brunch with Vernon, waiting for Seungkwan to finish with his hair appointment.”
“Can I join?” he asked, starting to get out of bed.
“Oh, Jisungie… We have more meetings scheduled today. You know my new movie is coming up.”
“Oh… Yeah, I get it,” he murmured. “Then when can I see you?”
“I’ll drop by before the the event at night to change clothes! I’m so sorry I didn’t take you anywhere fun…”
“No,” he said quickly. “It’s ok. You’re here for work. I’m grateful enough you brought me along… and I got to try a jacuzzi, though it didn’t go as planned,” he joked. “I’ll see you later, then,” he added before he hung up.
He munched on his breakfast unenthusiastically as he came to terms with the fact that he wouldn’t get to spend time with you on this trip. He didn’t lie when he said he was grateful, but in the back of his brain there was a distant voice saying that maybe being a hybrid sucked. He huffed, pushing that thought away. He had no excuse to be bitter: last night you had literally made him cum so hard his fingertips kept tingling in the morning. So he would take what he could, and if that meant he had to stay in the room and watch a boring TV show while you were at some fancy event with handsome actors, then so be it.
But much to his surprise, there was a change of plans.
“Get up! You need to get ready,” you said energetically as soon as you walked in that evening.
“Huh? Ready for what?” he asked, turning the TV off.
“You’re coming to the event with me!” you exclaimed, showing him an expensive looking black suit.
He just looked at the suit, speechless.
“You don’t like it? I bought the black one because I wasn’t sure you would feel comfortable with other colors…”
“N-no! I mean, yes, it’s nice…” he said.
“But?” you asked apprehensively.
“Is it really okay for me to go? I thought it was only for actors…”
“Well…yes, but I asked the host and they said you could come… But if you feel uncomfortable, you don’t have to come. I just felt bad I didn’t get to spend much time with you, and we’re leaving tomorrow…”
“It doesn’t make me uncomfortable!” he assured you, though his voice cracked. The idea of attending such an event made him a little anxious, but that meant he would be with you. “I want to go with you.”
“Yaay!” you jumped a little and kissed his cheek, giving him his new clothes and rushing him into the restroom. “I’ll change clothes too. We need ot be ready by 8, okay?”
“Okay!” he yelled back from the restroom, trying to match your cheerful tone, but god was he getting nervous, but god was he getting nervous at the thought of spending the night surrounded by rich and successful men who could steal you away. Actually, now that he thought about it, that was a good reason to go with you: to ensure your safety and that no other man than him (and Seungkwan and Vernon, because he knew them. And maybe that Hoshi guy, because he saw the video of him drunk and he seemed like a decent guy) would approach you. That would be his mission…
Which he forgot all about when he stepped out to see you wearing a a long backless dress.
“You’re so beautiful…” he blurted out.
“Ji… Wow… You… Do you know how hot you look right now?” you replied.
“I… look hot?!” he asked, astonished. You had called him cute a thousand times, but never hot. Holy shit.
“Yeah… I don’t think I want other actresses to see you now,” you teased.
“Then we could stay here,” he suggested.
“Nice try,” you laughed. “Let’s go. The guys are waiting.”
“You brought Jisung?!” Seungkwan hissed when he saw you two at the lobby. “Are you insane?!”
“It was my idea,” Vernon said.
Seungkwan couldn’t believe his ears. “And you thought this idea of yours was… good?”
Jisung’s ears flattened. “Sorry, I can go back to my room…”
“No!” Seungkwan said quickly. “Nothing against you, Jisung. You look fantastic by the way. I just worry about your safety.”
“My safety?”
“He’ll be fine,” Vernon said, rolling his eyes. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
“Baby,” in spite of the nickname, there was no sweetness in Seungkwan’s voice. “This is like introducing a girl to a forum of incel gamers, or a child TO THE VATICAN CHURCH!”
“I’ll keep him safe!” you said quickly, hushing your friend. “And we’ll stay for an hour at most.”
Jisung liked that plan. He could do an hour at a boring event. If he was lucky, you wouldn’t be too sleepy and you two could continue what you had started the night before. But one hour felt like an eternity when everybody was looking at him. Jisung kind of understood… he was after all the only one with fluffy ears. It hadn’t crossed his mind that he would be the only hybrid, and even if it had, he wouldn’t have thought it was an issue, because you had never treated him differently for it. Everything was so natural with you, he forgot that not everyone saw him… as a person.
“Jisung?” you asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.
“Hm?”
“I asked if you would be okay if I left you alone for a minute. The director wants to introduce me to someone.”
“Oh, yeah. Sure. I’m fine,” he said, fighting the need to cling onto your arm and beg you not to leave him alone. The last thing he wanted was to be a burden while you were working.
You squeezed his hand and bit your lip. You knew him well enough to know he was not okay. “Wait here. I’ll go get one of the guys to stay with you, okay? Don’t move,” you instructed, walking away quickly to find your friends.
Jisung nodded and mentally thanked you. At least he would be with someone he knew. All he had to do was avoid strangers for 1 minute–
“What a cute little thing,”a sultry voice said behind him.
He jumped and turned around nervously. “Pardon me?”
“Your ears are adorable,” a woman in a red dress said, smiling at him.
He tensed. He wasn’t sure if she was complimenting him or laughing at him. But he had to behave.
“Thank you,” he said, hoping the conversation would end there.
“What are you?” the woman asked casually, taking a sip of his cocktail.
“...What?”
“What type of hybrid are you?” she clarified, scanning him, looking at his behind to look for, what he thought, was the small tail he was hiding under his clothes.
Jisung was sure what she was doing was considered rude. But again, he chose to be civile. “A cricetulus barabensis,” he said. “A hamster,” he paraphrased at the woman’s confused face.
“Oh! Delectable!” he exclaimed. “I’ve never tried one of those!”
“Uh…” Jisung looked around, looking for you or the guys, or anyone that wasn’t this lady really.
“Are you here with someone? Or did the host hire you?” she continued.
“Hire me?”
“Oh, you know,” she laughed. “For the after party,” she whispered into his ear. She either didn’t notice how uncomfortable he was or she didn’t care.
“No one hired me,” he said, taking a step back and trying to keep calm. “I’m here with my master.”
“Master? Oh, my!” she gasped and placed a hand on her chest. “I never got that bastard to call me that. You’re very well-behaved.”
Jisung didn’t know what to reply to that, so he gave her a short nod.
“I’m sure you keep your owner very satisfied,” she continued.
That got Jisung’s attention. He wasn’t loving the conversation, but he still felt bad about not making you cum the night before. “I…try to…” he said.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she cooed. “It’s hard to know how to please someone at first, isn’t it?”
Jisung wasn’t sure they were talking about the same topic. And if they did, then he wasn’t sure it was okay to discuss it in public so casually. Still, he nodded.
“If they return you, you could always come home with me,” she offered.
“Return me…?” he asked, barely above a whisper.
“Don’t feel too bad about it, sweetheart,” she said, grazing over his arm. “Some hybrids are not compatible with their owners. We acquire you because you have needs, and if those needs aren’t satisfied, then it’s for the best to end the agreement,” she explained.
Needs. Satisfied.
You had given Jisung everything for months, and he hadn’t made you cum once. He wanted to throw up.
“Oh, dear, you don’t look too well. Let me get you a drink–”
“Back off, Camilla. He’s taken,” Vernon’s voice said, standing between the two.
She laughed. “You and Boo got a new toy?”
Instead of engaging, Vernon grabbed Jisung and walked away. “You okay?” he asked.
Jisung shook his head, so Vernon took him outside to get some air.
“Did she do something to you?” he asked once the hybrids cheek recovered their natural color.
“No…”
“Did she say something, then?”
Jisung shook his head. “She was just…weird, I guess…”
“She’s batshit crazy, that one,” Vernon agreed. “She returned her last hybrid.”
Jisung gulped. Returned.
“Guys!” you called. Jisung’s ears perked up immediately and he almost smiled, but then he saw you accompanied by a muscular guy who was too close to his liking. The annoying voice in Jisung’s head told him that such a man could surely satisfy you and wouldn’t be returned… because humans don’t get returned. The man told you something and hugged you before going back inside, and you made your way to your friend and your hybrid.
“Jisungie, are you okay? Vernon texted me–”
“I wanna leave,” Jisung said curtly. “Please,” he added, because he didn’t mean to snap at you.
You stared at him in shock, and then looked at Vernon, who gave you a sympathetic smile.
“I’ll call us a taxi,” you said, dialing on your phone.
“Thank you,” Jisung said in spite of the rage he was feeling. Because he was your good hybrid. He was well-behaved.
The ride to the hotel was uncomfortably quiet. You could tell Jisung wansn’t ready to talk about it yet, so you didn’t ask him anything, giving him space to cool down. You sighed, relieved when he grabbed your hand once you got off the vehicle, but his touch wasn’t the usual gentle one. He was holding your hand firmly, almost posessively, as he dragged you to the suite.
What was even more out of character was that once you both were in the suite he was all over you, not in a sweet cuddly way, but in a feral way. He had you pinned on the door, kissing you, devouring you like he owned you.
“Ji…haa… w-what…?” you stuttered, bewildered at the sudden change.
“Gonna make you cum,” he declared, nibbling on your neck.
“Hold on…” you hesitated. Where was this coming from?
“Shh…”
“J-jisung… Are you drunk?” you whisper-shouted, trying to put some distance between you.
He scoffed. “I wish. If I was drunk I wouldn’t be so pissed.”
“Why are you angry with me?” you asked, nervously.
He took a deep breath and exhaled, reminding himself that you hadn’t done anything wrong. “I’m not angry with you. Okay?” he waited until you nodded to continue caressing your body, sucking on your collarbones like he was starving. But right when he slid his hand under your dress, you stopped him.
“W-wait. Let me take care of you,” you offered. You had good intentions. Something was clearly bothering him, so you thought he needed some relief. Naturally, you would be happy to help him get that relief, but you didn’t get the reaction you were expecting.
The hybrid who would normally fold and beg for your touch looked furious. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them over your head with one hand, while the other continued its way into your panties, immediately getting his fingers soaked.
“Jisung!” you moaned.
“Feels good?” he asked, collecting your wetness to rub on your clit.
Your legs shook and you bit your lip.
“Tell me, master. I need to know how to please you,” he commanded.
You nodded urgently.
“Use your words,” he spoke through gritted teeth, suddenly inserting his middle finger inside, while still caressing your clit with his thumb.
“F-fuh…fuck!” you sobbed. “Feels good…ah…Jisungie…”
“See? You could have been using me all this time.”
“Wha– AH!” You screamed when he slid two fingers inside of you.
“Turns out everyone’s been banging their hybrids like blow-up dolls except you, huh?” he muttered more to himself than to you, fingering you at a pace that was bringing you close to your climax embarrassingly fast. “First you let me cum on your back and then you treat me like a baby. What the fuck are we even doing?”
“I wanted… oh… wanted t-to take care of y-you…”
“Can’t I take care of you too?” he asked, rhetorically. More like a challenge. Not like you could reply when you could taste your orgasm.
“Jisungie…” you breathed out.
“Shit, that’s it… gonna cum?”
You moaned the most erotic ‘yeah’ he had ever heard, so he had to remind himself that he was trying to make you cum so that he wouldn’t release a load in his new pants.
“Let go,” he commanded, though he sounded out of breath. “Cum nice and hard on my fingers, yeah?”
You did. You even hit the back of your head with the door when you threw your head back because of the intensity of your orgasm. You kicked your legs and moaned pathetically as Jisung kept playing with your clit. He was dazzled feeling you squeeze his fingers like you couldn’t get enough. You really came while he was fingering you. He made you cum.
He let out a long, relieved breath, took his hand out of your panties carefully and let go of your wrists so he could hug you delicately.
“...Are you okay?” he asked, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“I’m… okay…” you breathed out, hugging him back. “Are you okay?”
He shrugged. “Sorry I was mean…”
“You weren’t mean,” you assured him. “Just… different. But I need to know what happened.”
He didn’t want to talk about it, but he knew you deserved to know why he had gone full beast mode on you. “Heard someone saying hybrids got adopted for…sex… got a little nervous that I wans’t being really useful… and you would send me back….”
“WHAT?” you shrieked, pushing his shoulders just enough to see his face. “I did not adopt you to be my fuck toy.”
“I know,” he said simply. “I just needed some reassurance.”
“Oh, Ji,” you cooed, kissing him with utter devotion. “I would never send you back.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise,” you said, bringing him close again for a hug. After a minute of silence and you scratching his nape, he spoke again:
“Did you actually cum?”
You bursted out laughing. “Yes. I did. Thank you for that.”
He raised his head and looked at you with a barely contained smile.
“Can I see?” he asked.
“...See what?”
“What I did,” he replied naturally, letting his hands find the hem of your dress to lift it again.
“NO!” you yelled as a reflex.
He halted, looking at you in surprise. “...No?”
“I mean…” you laughed nervously. “Jisungie… Why do you wanna see that?”
He tilted his head. “Can’t I?”
“It’s just embarrassing…”
“Why? Didn’t I do that?”
“Well…yes, but–”
“Did you lie?” he asked. “You didn’t cum?”
“I’ve never lied to you, Ji. But even if you looked, you wouldn’t know if I came or not,” you pointed out, laughing at his ridiculous request. But he wasn’t laughing.
“So… no?” he asked, barely above a whisper.
Great, now you made him sad. He was happy just a second ago and you took that away because of your shyness.
“Fine,” you said. “Just a quick look, and don’t say anything embarrassing.”
He nodded and quickly dropped to his knees.
“Hold this, please,” he said, handing you the wrinkled fabric of your dress. You wanted to hide under a rock, but he looked so excited you obeyed.
“Don’t push them together, master,” he whined, pushing your thighs open. “How am I going to see?”
“Just hurry up,” you urged him.
“Wow…” he breathed out, tracing your panties with his fingertip. “These are ruined…”
“What did I say about saying embarrassing stuff– AH!”
Your legs almost gave out when he licked you over the thin wet fabric with a soft ‘Mmm’.
“J-jisungie… haa…” he seemed to be ignoring you, because he suddenly sucked on your clit through your panties. “JISUNG!” you shrieked, letting go of the dress to pull his hair and get him off you.
He looked at you innocently. “What?”
“You said you would only look,” you reminded him.
“So I can’t taste you?”
“I’m not saying you can’t… I’m saying now is not the time–”
“I told you I loved you last night,” he said out of the blue.
Your jaw dropped open. “Uh…that…” so he meant it? He wasn’t just pussy drunk?
“You didn’t say it back,” he added.
“I… I do love you, Jisung. I just didn’t find the right moment to say it.”
“You’re just saying that because you don’t want to hurt my feelings.
“No, of course not! I love you, Ji,” you insisted.
“Okay…” he murmured, though he didn’t sound convinced. “So… you won’t let me taste you?” he asked dejectedly.
It always broke you when he gave you those eyes. Hesitantly, you let go of his hair, and pulled your dress up again. “Just a little, okay?”
“Okay,” he said more enthusiastically, but when he was grazing your crotch he chuckled. Then he looked up at you with a smile. It was his usual sweet smile, but there was something else there. His eyes had a tiny spark of…mischief? “You’re right, master,” he said. “You spoil me too much,” he said before pulling your panties to the side and attaching his mouth to your pussy, lapping greedily.
“FUCK! Ji… aaah!” you gasp. He chuckled, sending waves of pleasure through your body.
Did he just… manipulate you?? He had never done that be– Oh… or had he? Come to think of it, the interaction seemed familiar. Whenever you were about to deny him something, he looked incredibly hurt and worded your denial in a way that made you sound like a monster. He started with small, insignificant things, and made use of your promise to give him anything he wanted, until he had you like this. Not that you didn’t want him like this, but… fuck, you really had turned him into a spoiled brat.
“Wait, Jisungie– Ngh! I’m still sensi…haa… sensitive… it hurts… gently, b-baby, please.”
He listened, licking around your clit instead of on it to give you the chance to catch your breath.
“Oh! That’s it, baby. That’s a good boy.”
He hummed and nodded, accidentally stimulating you too much again. You hissed.
“Gently,” you reminded him with a gasp and he whined, but obeyed, once again circling your clit slowly. And then he had an idea: he opened his mouth wide and his tongue lolled out lazily, then he grabbed the back of your thighs and pushed you forward, bumping your clit on his hot tongue.
“Jisungie,” you moan and he looks into your eyes, mouth still hanging open. He gave your thighs another push, giving you another wave of pleasure.
“Do you want me to move, Ji?” you asked breathlessly.
He nodded, tongue lolled out like a thirsty puppy, waiting patiently for you to fuck yourself on his mouth.
You moved carefully, and god did it feel good. You could apply the right amount of pressure to make it pleasurable and not painful. You sighed, moving your hips slowly and enjoying his soft tongue caressing your bundle of nerves.
“Fuck… a– ah!”
You felt it again. A new orgasm was approaching. Jisung must have known it too, because he grabbed onto your ass cheeks and pressed you firmly against his face, groaning and sucking, forgetting all previous instructions.
“Ji– Oh! AH! Slow– slowly, g-gently haa.. Haaa. JISUNG!” you tried to reason, ultimately letting go of the ruined dress to grab onto his hair.
That only spurred him on more, making him moan and move his head up and down. Eventually, you switched from hair pulling, to pushing his head closer, renouncing to all dignity as you humped his face desperately.
Your legs trembled and your body almost folded over him when you reached your climax. He moaned like he had been the one cumming, drinking up your release desperately until you had to gently push him away, sliding down the door and landing on the floor in front of him.
He looked absolutely sinful, with his face covered with your cum as he giggled. You slapped his arm weakly.
“What the fuck was that?” you croaked.
“You didn’t like it?” he asked, giving you his best puppy eyes. But it was hard to unsee what he was doing once you discovered the trick.
“You’re a menace,” you simply replied.
“But you love me,” he smiled, kissing you and allowing you to taste yourself. “And my fingers,” he added between pecks. “And especially my tongue.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “Can’t wait to try your dick.”
“On it,” he said, standing up and helping you stand up too, too then picking you up effortlessly and carrying you to the bed. It was crazy how strong hybrids were. They could take over the world if they wanted… No, let’s not imagine revolutionary apocalyptic scenarios right now… More importantly:
“I was joking!” you yelped when you landed on the mattress. “I didn’t mean now!”
He climbed on top of you. “So… No?”
“Stop that!” you slapped his arm again. “You know I can’t say no to you!”
He laughed, undoing his belt. “You can,” he said, pulling his pants and underwear down to reveal a long, veiny, beautiful cock. “But you don’t want to.”
“And you’ve been using that to your advantage,” you teased.
“Yeah,” he smiles shamelessly. “I guess I have–Ngh!”
He tensed when your hand grabbed his cock.
“My pretty boy,” you cooed, giving him a few strokes. “Can I lick it?”
“S-shit, wait, master– No!” he exclaimed, quickly pushing your hand away.
You blinked.
“Ha! So now you are saying no to me?” you laughed.
“I’m sorry, master,” he whined. “I’m too close already…”
“I don’t mind…” you said, trying to touch him again, but he gently grabbed your hand again and intertwined your fingers.
“I do,” he murmured. “I was kinda thinking… I could uh… be inside you…”
You clenched around nothing. Just thinking about it was enough to have you ready to go again.
“W-would that be okay?” he asked, mistaking your silence for hesitation.
“I would love that, Jisungie,” you smiled at him, pecking his lips gently. “Lie down and let me take care of you, yeah?”
“...No.”
You scoffed.
“Jisung, how–?”
“I wanna be on top,” he said. It was supposed to sound assertive, but his voice trembled.
“Oh…” you gulped. “Are you sure?”
He nodded.
“Okay,” you breathed out, caressing his arms reassuringly. “But if you get tired…”
“I won’t,” he whined like a kid being embarrassed in front of his friends. “I can do this.”
You chuckled. “Okay then,” you said, spreading your legs and allowing him to position himself between them. “Whenever you’re ready.”
“I’m ready,” he said, holding his cock and placing it on your entrance.
You closed your eyes, bracing yourself, but it never went in.
“Ji?” you asked after what could have been an entire minute.
“Y-yeah?”
“Are you gonna put it in or…?”
“I… don’t think it will… fit…” he trailed off.
You burst out laughing, and he looked at you offendedly.
“Ok, you are big,” you admitted. “But you’re not that big.”
“But you look… small down there…” he said.
“It stretches,” you deadpanned.
“I know that!” he defended himself. “But what if I hurt you?”
“Jisung,” you sighed. “If you don’t put it in yourself, I’ll flip us over and fuck myself on it.”
He groaned, squeezing the base of his cock. “That would be so hot,” he said.
“Then let me do it?!” you suggested, running out of patience.
“No! I get to be on top!”
“Then fuck me–Ah!” you yelped when Jisung pushed in.
He hissed. “M-master… you need to relax. It hurts…”
“Easy f-for you to say,” you whined. “No one shoved a monster inside of you…”
He whined too. “You said I wasn’t that big!”
“No big deal… haaa… I c-can take you…” you insisted.
“... You sure?”
“Y-yeah…” you sighed, almost fully used to the girth.
“Can I push the rest in, then?” he asked with a pained voice.
“... The what?” you asked dumbly.
“The… rest?”
“The rest of what?”
“Of… me…?”
“You’re kidding,” you half sobbed, half laughed. “That’s not all of you?”
He gulped. “... No…”
“Holy shit…”
“I– I’ll pull out,” he said quickly.
“No! Don’t you dare, Jisung!” you warned him, circling his hips with your legs. “Finish what you started.”
He gasped when the sudden movement accidentally made him shove himself fully inside of you. His forearms landed on each side of your face, caging you under him and he peppered your face with loving pecks as you sobbed.
“S-sorry, master… Aaah…” he tried his best to apologize, but it was hard to feel truly sorry when your walls squeezed him so deliciously. “Fuuuck, you–ah… You feel so good– please… haa… c-can I move?”
You took a deep breath in and exhaled as you calmed down. Finally, you nodded.
“G-go slowly…”
You sighed, relieved, and nodded, but contrary to what he had agreed on, he started fucking you at a brutal pace from the start.
A choked moan left your mouth. Your nails scratched his arms and back in an attempt to ground yourself as he fucked your brains out.
“Ji– Ah! Haa.. Jisung!” you gasped out when you finally found your voice. “Slowly. B-baby… go slow– Stop!”
He halted, breathless, his arms flexed as he held his weight while hovering over you. His wild eyes seemed to regain some of their original spark. He blinked and stared at you innocently.
“O-oh… yes, slow…” he nodded. “Sorry, I don’t know why–”
“It’s okay,” you said, quickly. “Let’s try again?”
He nodded, leaning in for a tender kiss. You kissed him back with a satisfied sigh, but it turned into a shocked gasp when he once again started to jackrabbit into you like his life depended on it.
“Haah! Ah! Ah! Ooh! Ji! Jisungie, s-stop!” you exclaimed.
He once again obeyed. He sat up and looked into your eyes with the same feral glint he had a moment ago. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion at his own actions.
“I… I think I can’t?” he breathed out, sounding unsure.
“You can’t what?” you asked, out of breath too.
“Go slow… I can’t f-fuck you slow, master…” he said, fighting his hips' urge to snap into you again.
“...What do you mean you can’t?” you asked, astonished.
“I think it’s…” he gulped. “... A hybrid thing?”
You tilted your head. “I've never heard of hybrids having that problem…”
“It may be my breed…” he said, blushing. “Actually, I don’t know what it is… but even though I’m thinking about doing it slowly… my body just… doesn’t do it?”
“So…” you said, trying to process this information. “You’re saying… that you can only fuck me like a madman?”
He was as red as a tomato. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered. “You won’t make me stop, right?” he asked, like the idea was terrifying for him. “Master, please,” he begged, making you shiver as his hands went up and down your still-dressed torso, landing on your breasts and playing with them obsessively. “Don’t make me stop, hmm? I’ll be good,” he promised, toying with your hardening nipples. “Yeah? You’ll let me do this?” he asked, thrusting once, twice, and then quickly gaining a harsh pace again. “P-please, mast–aah!” he kept begging like he wasn’t already doing whatever he wanted. Like he didn’t know he could get away with anything.
“F-fuck, ah! You’re s—aaah! So spoiled,” you spoke through gritted teeth, biting back the moans he elicited from you.
He nodded with a dumb smile. He took it as a compliment, because he was this way because of you. “Mmyeah… haaa, ah, ah…”
“F-feels good,” he moans, pushing you into the bed with each thrust. “You feel s-ooh!! So good, so good, so good,” he repeated like a mantra, welcoming the pleasurable feeling.
“Is t-that haa… why you’re using… mmm… me like a… toy?” you teased.
He shook his head with a gasp. “N-nooo,” he sobbed. “Not using you…Ngh! Wanna make y-you… cum too, please master…”
“Want m-me to cum?”
He nodded, digging his fingers into your hips to keep you in place to take him. “Please?”
You were so close he didn’t have to beg like that. Still, you decided to put on a little show for him, sucking onto two of your fingers to then slowly lower them until you reached your clit, rubbing it slowly under his hungry gaze.
With how good he was pressing all the right spots inside of you, and the added stimulation from your fingers, you came instantly. Your back arched, and you were sure you were crosseyed, but you felt too good to be embarrassed about it.
“Yes!” he gasped, crazed by desire. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck—Aah!” he let out a weak moan. His entire body trembled when his orgasm hit him. All strength left his body, and he lay on top of you, hugging you and kissing your sweaty skin with a sob. “I love you so much…”
“I…haa… love you too…” you said. Your entire body was still tingling.
“That felt so good…” he whispered to himself in awe.
“Yeah…” you admitted. “Wow…”
“...Can you be on top now?” he suddenly asked.
“Now?!” you shrieked. “You wanna go again?”
“You… don’t want to?” he asked pitifully, looking at you with sad eyes. There it was again. He was going to be the death of you.
“I can’t feel my legs, Jisung,” you replied. “Next time.”
Not me looking into Franco’s stats and realizing that despite all the grief he’s been getting, he’s actually been marginally quicker than Gasly in the last five races, at least. Finished ahead twice, got told to swap once, and in Baku, Alex ruined his race.
I’m not saying Franco is out here dragging that car to god-tier levels, but he’s wringing every drop of pace out of it.
Meanwhile, the media’s acting like he’s a crash dummy with no talent.
Nah. He’s adapting, improving, and putting in the work.
The rookie teammate dynamics seem to be that Kimi's gained a mom, Ollie's gained an older brother, Gabi's gained a controversially older boyfriend, Isack and Liam have gained each other as frat bros, and Franco is in the ninth circle of hell
My Tumblr page has been bombarded with just pictures of Franco Colapinto from the same blog lately and I know his current performance isn't a full representation of his potential as a driver but I think it's kinda impressive to undyingly support a driver so consistently unremarkable
1. he was brought on in imola (round 7) on a race-by-race basis. we just passed round 18 and he's still here ✊
2. he's been getting more and more consistent, especially against gasly. currently, gasly leads both quali and races H2H 7-5. however, gasly hasn't gotten points since spa. since then, franco's been 4-1 in quali and 3-2 in races
3. alpine stopped bringing updates after spain, franco's third race. he's been slowly improving in a shitbox abandoned by god himself
4. he almost got points in zandvoort and would have if alpine's strategy hadn't alpined so hard
5. despite alpine's best efforts, including restricting interviews (especially as a reserve), geolocking IG posts to only argentina and doing soulcrushing ads for bwt, franco stays silly
this may all seem like small potatoes, but he's been written off as crash-prone, he's in the worst car in the grid, and his opportunities for points still look very slim. his boss is a living nightmare. many people have given up on him or forget that he exists. but he charmed me enough and showed enough talent in his short, crazy career to make me believe in him, through good and bad 💙🩷
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