synopsis: your new roommate, shoko ieiri, is a puma hybrid and wants you, but she wants to play it off, but she’s being really cool about it
tags: shoko ieiri x reader, fluff, suggestive asf, hybrid au, puma hybrid! shoko, no curses au, chubby! reader, allusions to body dysmorphia but you have to squint, shoko’s love languages are acts of service and physical touch, shoko may be ooc, not beta’d, 2k words
a/n: brought to you by an ASK! 💌 i definitely want(ed) to add more if you can’t tell lol hehe! i love writing for women as a fellow woman lover!! this may or may not be ass but whates! i had fun writing this i love this idea so bad <3
the arrival of shoko to your life brings chaos as soon as you meet her. she is your new roommate: the only actual reliable person who had accepted your listing whilst on the search to not have to pay your rent by yourself. desperate times called for desperate measures.
hybrids weren’t a foreign thing to you. you had attended school with a few hybrids, even worked with a few, but you had never met one, let alone had one as a friend.
then again, you’d never had many friends.
it was hard not to be starstruck when your new roommate first walked in… and essentially never left. shoko ieiri. with her large, mahogany eyes, rimmed with darker eyelashes that combatted the pale yet vibrant complexion of her face, eyes so brown you’d think gold was mixed in with chocolate batter, long dark eyelashes that curtained those very predator-like eyes and naturally rosy pink lips, shoko was easily a beauty. her frame stretched out her proportions elegantly yet also so naturally. it was hard not to gawk each time you looked at her. she was so stupidly hot it made you mad.
shoko paid her half of the rent upfront with the deposit, sucking on a lollipop. when your eyes skimmed over her furry ears that protruded over the peak of her head, chestnut hair that looked like it came straight out of a hair product commercial, her face dropped entirely. she turned away, long tail swatting behind her in obvious annoyance. great.
days went by with the gradual accommodation of having one another as a roommate. she lounged about at night, wearing shorts and a tank top, going out on the balcony to smoke. despite all that, catching her on the way to work one day, you hadn’t struck her as the medical type. let alone a doctor.
days turned to weeks. it felt too late to try and initiate any form of friendship — at least the going out of your way type.
sometimes you’d catch her on your way out for work. without making eye contact, you could’ve sworn she was watching you in the way a predator eyes their prey, but even the notion of that thought felt derogatory. the connotation of such a thought was to never be spoken. you felt awful to her.
nonetheless, you did always try and greet her, chatting at her, smiling and trying to be equally agreeable as you’d been when you first spoke over the phone about the listing. she never really verbalized a response; what you received was a nod and hum.
“so sorry about the dishes i left in the sink! ignore them! i’ll take care of them once i get back!” and after you’d said that, you would return to find them taken care of.
“by the way, i bought a lot of fruit from my last trip, so feel free to eat some!” and she would only eat the ones that were going bad, leaving the freshest for you.
“looks like it might rain today! can you believe that?” and you’d found a brand new umbrella rack by the door when getting back.
little things like that kept occurring. it only strengthened the character you held her to. yet it all pushed her further as a mystery.
you were hardly home during the day due to increasing hours at work, leading you to feel like this strange gap between you and shoko was your own doing.
all things considered, you really thought you were doing the household a favor on the day you decided to take leave early. shoko’s hours for work led her to operating mostly at night. even with that in mind, you had figured at most you would be stumbling upon shoko napping, but not this…
once the key had twisted the door knob, unlocking and gently announcing your arrival, you heard something along the lines of a muted growl and rapid footsteps. then, the door opened to behold shoko’s back facing you from the hall. she had stopped, hesitantly stealing a glance back at you, eyes ablaze, bags under her eyes and all.
“what are you doing here?” shoko called out.
you gulped, stepping in and shutting the door behind you. the entire set up read like a fawn stumbling upon the territory of an apex predator.
“um…” your voice wobbled out in the same fashion a doe was first learning to walk. the lights being off in all rooms made the air between you feel still and scary, but this was shoko. you knew deep down just because of how this looked, hybrids weren’t feral. thinking so would only drive further stereotypes, obstructing the very purpose of your presence currently. “i-i wanted to make time to hang out with you… since you always work at night, and, well — ”
she had turned around now to stalk over to you, movements even and quick. the fiery look in her eyes remained, but it had turned down a notch.
“ — it’s been months since you started living here, and i-i don’t know much about you… i want to make more friends. i want to be friends with you. you seem to work really hard, so i thought we could make dinner together and hang out and — ”
“no.”
that answer pierced right through the happy facade you put up, the one you tend to wear especially when nervous. the veil had been torn by a few threads.
“what?”
shoko kept her eyes on you. the weight of them trailing up and down your form, studying you like you were on the petri dish of a microscope, made you feel naked. after a beat, she exhaled deeply, taut shoulders loosening, but arms staying crossed. shoko wore that dangerous combo yet again: tank top and shorts. her tail whipped about behind her, ears ruffling, as she took you in.
“look… i’m just not a big… friendly person… i’m not good at socializing, and i can’t…” hearing her talk this much, which wasn’t a lot, refined the true sound of her voice: deep, silky, something like mercury, that trailed in rivulets down your spine with each syllable.
“can’t what?”
shoko bit her lip when you spoke.
“i don’t know how to act around…”
you gave her a moment to finish. there was a weight precariously dropping down your gut the further you came to the conclusion that the hesitation lied in the difference between you and her.
“is it ‘cause i’m chubby?” you tried. the idea made your heart squeeze. saying it out loud sounded ridiculous, but it wasn’t so far fetched considering that had been one of the reasons your ex had left.
her expression told you that was not it, brow arched and bottom lip pointed downwards. not even close.
“what? no… no…” shoko paused to laugh. a short, rich chuckle that looked and sounded delicious. “are you serious?”
your lack of answer spoke volumes.
“look, i’m simply used to keeping distance from newcomers or anyone really. it’s not like most are jumping to the idea of having a hybrid as a roommate, or… a friend,” she sighed something softer, eyes back on you now. “besides, i’m strict with my diet, and you dont strike me as someone who can watch someone else eat strictly meat.”
you blinked for a moment, processing the weight of every word, before easing into a smile. of course, you understood.
“well… i wouldn’t mind any of that. while your comfort should be a priority, i want you to know i don’t care about that. this is your home, too. i don’t want you to feel like you have to have your foot in the door in case things don’t work out. i want them to work out. i really like living with you so far. i want you to stay… even if it means watching you dig into your steaks.”
shoko’s pupils had dilated unbeknownst to you in the dark of the hallway. from then on, you and shoko began the journey of knowing and spending time with one another. the entire week after this chance encounter likened to a courting gesture.
each new day introduced you to a different side of shoko. those gestures she had shown you during the early days where you wouldn’t really speak were dialed up from then on. it had all simply been a glimpse of shoko’s true nature.
shoko left you gifts on the counter each morning; during hangouts, she would circle around, taking care of any discomfort or small task needed; she never let you pay whenever you’d go out. every new day led to new discoveries about her, yet she baffled you more and more. she spoke about other hybrids she knew, telling you that one day she would introduce you to her own friends.
invited deeper into the world of shoko, carefully wading through the vines of history, you could not help but come to become close, attached. you felt more than appreciation and admiration than one should feel for a friend, feeling sillier when you would negate the reciprocity solely due to your contrasting appearances and types.
week two was when things upgraded. if you ever sat close, shoko had to be beside you, arm against arm, leg against leg. on some occasions, her hand found home on your thigh, resting there. of course, she always asked prior to making such moves.
by week four, when shoko found you cooking or making yourself hot milk tea for the night, her hands ran up your curves, fingers taking the hem of your shirt with them, so her skin was on yours. warmth held a significance to her. not just any warmth. yours.
now, as her hands naturally found your waist to hug and hold while you stirred whatever was at the stove, you found it hard to ignore the way your heart lurched when her long nails gently grazed your skin as they nudged your shirt up. her hands slipped under your top, palms flattening to extend and feel the expanse of your supple, soft flesh.
shoko’s tail also curled around you, swatting between your legs, evoking goosebumps across your skin. she nosed your temples, sniffing and scenting the further down she went. was she like this with all her friends? you thought to yourself.
talking over tomorrow’s plans, you found that her hands grew bolder, moving to squeeze and grope around your tummy and sides. she purred against your ear, the vibrations echoing off the hyoid bone. all it did was strengthen the shivers running down your body. shoko traced circles around your belly button absentmindedly, poking around the plush flesh while discussing dinner plans.
the sheer intimacy made your hands shaky to a fault where you ended up dropping your mixing spoon on the ground.
“fuck, sorry,” you muttered, but shoko merely tutted. it came out breathy and soft. the hair on your neck stood up at that. she took the initiative to dive down to retrieve it, not without sliding her hands down your body. one hand gripped your generous thigh, fingers spread to squeeze the flesh there. all of it did nothing to ease the speed at which your heart raced. you exhaled deeply once she returned to full height, dropping the spoon in the sink and reaching from behind to get a new one for you.
her hand on your hip wouldn’t budge even after you had managed to finish your drink. shoko sniffed at your hair, then at your throat, hand squeezing your hip once more before pulling away. you all but deflated at that.
as much as shoko had made your life easier and genuinely fuller, moments like these made you question your sanity and attraction.
that all would soon come to a head once shoko’s heat inevitably came, which you knew little to nothing about. you thought of a heat as a fever. silly you. oh, how wrong could a naive person be?
you’d soon learn that a heat was a lot more than a simple fever.
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