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Moth Hybrid Player Coworker (Patreon Request)

AMAB Hybrid x AFAB Reader

1.2k+ words

Includes: public sex, mild aggressive behavior, raw sex

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You had been working at the hotel for a few days when you met Sol. Where you had grown up, hybrids weren’t very common, especially not insect hybrids, so meeting hte and some hummingbird moth hybrid was exciting, and handsome was an understatement.

The green fluff around his neck made him seem soft, and you loved the way it ended tail like around his back. His long black antennas seems to curl towards you every time he spoke, as if to ensure you knew that he was giving you his undivided attention.

However, despite that, it was clear that he was a player. For one, the housekeepers, which were mainly bee hybrids, would preen at the slightest big of attention form him; their little wings would flutter gleefully as he leaned in a little too close to them to talk about their assignments. Not to mention all the customers were drawn to him like, well, a moth to a flame.

So when he started flirting with you, you brushed it off, thinking that he was just doing what he always does. Even as he would flex his wings whenever the two of you were together, blocking your view of anyone else, and anyone else’s view of you. It was actually that, the making you feel like you were the only person in the world, that made you realize his wings weren’t as clear as you first thought.

“Y/N,” Sol purred, coming up whine you to lean over your shoulder to look at your computer screen, his antennas brushing the top of your head.

“Yes?” you sighed, knowing that he wasn’t just innocently coming to talk about work.

“I was just thinking that we could go to something after work,” he said, his tongue unfurling enough to brush against the sensitive skin of your neck.

“I’m busy,” you lied, not wanting to get your hopes up that he might actually like you.

He huffed, pulling away slowly in a way that dragged his tongue away from your skin. “You’re no fun.”

“I am plenty of fun,” you puffed out your cheeks, just enough to look like a chipmunk, your brows furrowed in a pout.

That drew a chuckle from his lips as he leaned back, spreading his wings in a display that you had to (reluctantly) admit was impressive. His antennas were leaning forward, once again ensuring you knew that all of his attention was on you. “Then show me.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “I said I’m busy.”

After that, he grew less talkative, but stayed closer. He seemed annoyed any time you had to help a customer that was a man. His antennas flicking back in a way that reminded you of cat ears. Even the bee hybrids flirting with him didn’t seem to cheer him up. You couldn’t believe that it was because of you, because why would it be?, so you just tried to be a good coworker and give him space. However, that only seems to make him more annoyed and distant, but also stick physically closer to you.

Then, after nearly a month of this, he snapped. As you were sitting at your desk, he suddenly grabbed your wrist, tanking you into the storage room.

“Why the fuck?” you raised your voice, the smallest hitch in it.

“What the fuck! Exactly,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against yours as he pushed you up against the wall. His anntenas working over your hair. For a moment, neither of you said anything. Then, he muttered, “you’re driving me crazy.”

With a roll of your eyes, you pushed against his chest. “Whatever.”

Another low groan bubbled p from his throat as he dropped his hands to your hips, pushing you more firmly against the wall. “Do you have any idea how crazy you drive me? Just listen for once.”

“How do I drive you crazy?” was your response, your voice coming out more hoarse than you intended.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. Fuck, I can’t even get laid because all I can think of is how much better you’d feel around me,” his voice was a groan, his wings fluttering.

“Shut up,” you muttered, your face flushing darker again.

“No, it’s fucking true. I know you’d feel so good. How could I fuck anyone else when all I can think of is you? Dammit, especially when you’re ovulating,” he muttered, his grip on your hips loosening slightly. “Go on a date with me. Just one. And I’ll never bother you about it again.”

“Fine,” you relented, hoping against hope that he meant what he said.

You thought that was going to be the end of it, but as soon as you agreed, he was all over you, kissing you, grabbing your waist and yanking you closer to him while still shoving you against the wall. His fur felt soft under your fingers as you cupped his face. His unfurled tongue shoved down your throat as he pressed harder, trying to force your lips open, which you did eagerly.

His hands dug into the soft fabric of your shirt as he held you against him, but then he was pulling it off, hands romancing flesh as his tongue lapped at your neck. You could feel his length against you. Part of you knew that it was dangerous to do it here, where someone might see, but that only added to the excitement.

Before you knew it, he was yanking your legs up around his waist, shoving down his pants and boxers with his free hand. When you felt his cock against your core, you nearly whined. It was hot, pulsing, already dripping with precum like he might not even make it inside of you.

“I just know you’re going to be the best I’ve ever had,” he mumbled against your skin as he ripped your jeans and panties off, the tatters falling around your ankles locked around his waist. “And you’re ovulating. God, you smell even better than usual.”

You didn’t have time to process his words before he was stuffing his cock into your weeping hole. It stretched you perfectly, like it was made for you to take. To his credit, he started off slow, stretching you in a way that made your eyes roll, this time into the back of your head. After he was sure you wouldn’t tear (well, at least not too badly), he picked up the pace. Bouncing you up and down on his cock, gripping your ass so he could control your movements better.

“You feel even better than I imagined,” he grunted as he slammed you down on his cock, the tip kissing your cervix. You felt yourself tear slightly from his treatment, but the way he felt inside of you was so good that it barely registered. “I’ll never be bale to get off again without thinking about this tight little cunt.”

All you could do was whimper in response, your cunt pulsing around him. His cock bullied into you over and over, until one of his hands found your breast, and after only a little a attention left you gushing around his cock, squeezing him as if to beg him to not stop without the words that had abandoned you.

“Fuck, fuck. You’re mine now. All mine,” he hissed, his wings now wrapping around you, desperate for more points of contact.

In a few more thrusts, he filled you with his seed, tightening his grip on your with both his wings and arms. Pressing his forehead against yours, he murmured, “I’ll take you anywhere you want to go on our date, but I lied. It can’t be our only one.”

FINALLY! 2 pages of LuLaw with Luffy being a menace and Law being a grumpy bottom (and getting his shit rocked cough)

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Buenas buenas, no la vamos a hacer larga; este lugar es una cueva y nos tenemos que ir.

Tengan en cuenta que patreon libera el monto de las compras cinco días después y los subs inmediatamente así que si pueden suscribirse y cancelar un par de semanas después mejor.

Si donan a través de cualquier otra plataforma avisen y les mando una suscripción.

Hago arte tradicional(lápiz y carbonilla) y digital, cualquier tipo de narrativa, traducciones, etc

Cualquier compartido, repost, conversación ayuda. Gracias