Apparently I can't stop writing about this man. Here, have another 950 words. Knowing how things are going, there will be more to cum. (Whether that's more of Hybrid!Simon or just more Hybrid!141, I'm not sure yet.)
Idk, do I have to start a tag list for this or something?
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Reader with a hybrid pet (Simon) who easily overpowers her.
Maybe you adopted him. Ghost, Simon, he seems to respond equally to both of the names, but you like Simon. It’s more human. Just like him.
It takes a while for him to settle in, but he does eventually. He starts clinging to you like Velcro, marking his territory in any way he can. It's never enough. No matter what he does, you never smell enough like him.
Eventually, you can’t keep brushing it off as an adjustment period. This has been going on for too long, and you’re getting tired of having to keep washing your clothes. He’s an adult, he should know better. You scold him for his bad behavior, never once threatening to take him back, because you do love him, and aside from the marking, he’s such a good Hybrid.
He stops after that. Whenever he catches himself getting the urge to claim his territory now, he stops himself. Ears pinned back, whining at the thought of disappointing you, his rescuer.
That behavior, those urges have to go somewhere. Maybe he starts the nervous habit of crawling into your lap while you’re watching TV, his huge, hulking form pinning you to the couch. Maybe you squirm under him, trying to push him off. That bit of movement gives him an idea. If he can't claim you one way, he'll claim you another.
You don't even realize he's doing it. He flops on top of you so regularly now, you just give in. Sucked into whatever you're watching, you barely notice the gentle gyration of his hips as he ruts against your thigh. You think he's having a nightmare, so you give him some scratches behind the ear, praising him, telling him he's a good boy, you're here for him.
It's not until you're about to head to bed that you noticed the white stain on your pants, right where he was laying. Wait, was he–
You don't even have time to complete the thought. Simon's pushing you down onto the bed, breath heavy in your ear. Whispers and growls telling you that you're so good to him. That he needs you. Wants to fill you up with a litter of his pups so you'll never leave him.
You cry out, begging for him to stop this, that it's not right, but his claws have already shredded your pajamas, exposing you to him. His huge hand, splayed across the small of your back, holding you down as he shoves his face into your cunt. Lapping up your arousal with his long tongue, allowing it to dip into your folds, tasting the way you feel for him; confirming that yes, you are prepared to carry his young.
He shushes you, telling you that you're such a good girl for him. His precious girl, so wet and willing just for him. The head of his cock slips between your folds, coating himself in your slick as he ruts into your thighs.
You feel the knot at the base of his cock growing against your skin. Hear the way he growls when you can't hold back anymore, a small sound of pleasure leaving your throat as his tip catches your clit. He learns fast, figuring out exactly where he needs to touch you to get that reaction again.
He hasn't even gotten inside of you and you're already cumming from his touch. Of course he takes that for the compliment it is. He knows he's the only one who could know you like this, who could have you so compliant in his hands.
Maybe outside the door of your apartment you were in charge. Keeping him on a tight leash so he wouldn’t go after any man or hybrid that so much as looked at you. But it was all for show. Just look at how he has you begging for his cock. Whining for him to knot you. So desperate to please your hybrid master.
He lifts your hips, repositioning you so that your head is on a pillow, turned to look up at him. Nosing your hair, he growls, chest rumbling against your spine as he sinks into you. You whine, not prepared to take his half-swollen knot. Breathy whimpers catching in your throat as he struggles to push past the resistance of your tight heat and fully seat himself inside of you.
It takes a few tries, reaching down to massage your clit as he helps you relax to take him. When he finally feels the give of your tight cunt, he can't help but force the last few inches of his cock all in one go. Shushing your screams, he licks away your tears, praising you for taking him so well. "Doing so good for me, darling."
It gives you whiplash. The jackhammering of his hips as he fucks you senseless mixed with sweet words as he claims you for himself. He knows you'll never be able to resist him after this. Not when he's got you choking down your sobs, begging him for more.
You wouldn't even know he was cumming at this point, so lost in your own pleasure, if not for the swelling of his knot locking him in place. The burning stretch secures you in place beneath him as he twitches inside of you, filling you with his potent seed. His teeth sink into your shoulder, marking you for himself with a physical reminder of his claim over you.
His knot finally softens allowing you to slip away from him, but his arms tighten around you holding you in place.
"Where do you think you're going, Love? I'm not done with you."
