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synopsis: you used to think you'd do anything to get your neighbor to stop barking and begging for your attention every time you stepped foot outside. until your heat strikes and he's the only one that can help.

pairing: dog hybrid!neighbor x cat hybrid!reader

wc: 4.0k

content: smut, porn with plot, hybrid au, really just ears, tails, huge dick, reader is deep in denial, wet dreams, attempted masturbation, teasing, knotting, heats, mating bites/bonds, unprotected piv sex, scratching, biting, kissing, mating press, creampie

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Dogs are a man’s best friend. 

But you weren’t a man. 

Or even fully human. 

You could blame biology for it, pin it on your cat characteristics, but the puppy who lived next door was the most fucking annoying person you had the displeasure of meeting. 

Tail happily wagging as he grinned down at you with a ridiculously smug smirk, canines poking out while he peeked over the fence separating your yard from his. 

“Shouldn’t you be inside, pussycat?” He teased, cocking his head to the side. 

“I told you if you called me that one more time, I’m going to punch you,” you warned, resisting the urge to hiss at him for encroaching on your personal space. 

“Sorry, pretty,” he hummed, as if that was much better. 

You scowled up at him, ears twitching as you swung your legs over your lawn chair, eyeing the water hose still out and running from where you watered your garden earlier, tempted to use it and spray him in the face to see if it would scare him away. 

“You know, there’s predators around here,” he added as if he was being genuinely helpful, and you couldn’t hold in your eye roll. 

“Only one I see is you,” you muttered. 

“Haha,” he dryly replied. “How funny.” 

Your brows scrunched together, the scent of him wafting over as you tried to breathe through your mouth to not pick up on it. 

“Can’t you go bother someone else?” You exhaled. 

“But you’re my favorite person,” he chirped, and all you could think was that he’d be a lot cuter if he was part bird. Or maybe he’d at least migrate away from you. 

“To torture?” You groaned, walking away from him just for his keening whine to follow you. 

“Don’t you know I like it when you’re mean?” He laughed, and when you looked back at him, his eyes practically lit up at that little sliver of attention, tail thumping against the fence. 

And before you could do the reasonable thing and walk back in, you were picking up the water hose and aiming at him, shooting a jet straight at his face. 

But instead of being offended, he just opened his mouth. Shiny white teeth sparkling as he drank the water you were trying to shoo him away with. 

“Thanks,” he half-gurgled, still smiling undeterred. “I was a little thirsty.” 

Peeling off his soaked white t-shirt like he was in some cheap porno, flexing the toned muscles as he shook the water from his hair. 

You didn’t want to admit defeat, but despite a year of being neighbors, you still didn’t know how the hell to beat him when he was just fine losing. 

“You’re the worst,” you frowned, dropping the hose and retreating to turn off the water, forcing yourself not to look back at the way his chest caught the light or how annoyingly attractive the smirk directly pointed at your back. 

The only way you could even come close to winning was walking away. 

“I think you’re the best,” he called out, unbothered by the way your back door slammed shut behind you. Did he use that line on everyone? 

Your irritation was a little irrational. 

Sure, he’d never done anything other than annoy you. 

But he was so incredibly effective at it that you refused to allow yourself to think anything else about him. 

Particularly the way he rolled your trash can out if you forgot to or fixed your mailbox after some jackass hit it or dropped off sweet treats if he happened to go to the bakery you once bumped into him at. 

Maybe he wasn’t a terrible neighbor. 

But you couldn’t take his constant teasing, the way he practically chased your tail and acted like he’d love nothing more to tug it and take you with that cheeky stare. 

Dogs and cats simply weren’t compatible. 

You liked your peace and personal space. 

And the only thing you really had in common was how much he liked your personal space too. 

So why did you end up spending the rest of the afternoon and most of your evening replaying the two minutes of time he’d taken up of your day? 

Trying to come up with something snarky to say the next time you saw him? Shutting out images of his chiseled chest and sharp canines? 

By the time you were getting ready to go to bed, you’d gotten yourself all worked up over it, grinding your molars as you paced the floor. 

It didn’t help that your place was suddenly too hot, your skin ridiculously warm as you checked the temperature on the wall only to see it hadn’t changed. 

Was your AC broken? 

The sensor not working properly? 

You resigned yourself to calling someone out tomorrow morning, trading your clothes for a simple oversized t-shirt, stripping off your shorts as you exhaled. Splashing water in your face in the bathroom before starting your nighttime routine, beginning to brush your teeth before you considered cracking your window open to let some fresh air in while you slept. 

It seemed like the sensible thing to do.

You paused by the window, toothbrush dangling from your lips as a flash of color caught your eye while you lifted it up. 

Your neighbor was standing in his own room across from you, wet strands of hair plastered down from his shower and a towel loosely tied low on his hips, in the middle of turning to pick out underwear from his dresser. Rivulets of water still running down his skin, over the ridges and divots of toned muscle. 

Fuck, that was unfair. 

Why couldn’t he have been another cat hybrid? 

God, you’d even take a fox or a bull before a dog. 

Of course, he just had to catch you staring too. 

Head turning in time to see you there, immediately stepping forward to his own window, simply elated as a wide smile curled up on his lips.  

Your face flushed, and you pulled the curtains shut, hurrying back into your bathroom to spit and rinse your toothbrush off, chest heaving a little too hard at the strained feeling buzzing around inside of it. 

Telling yourself you were just embarrassed didn’t help that much. 

At least you fell asleep fast anyway, the heat lulling you into a dream that just humiliated you more. 

One where your neighbor was underneath you, your fingers tracing over all the muscles you hadn’t meant to gawk out, his mouth forming a pretty little ‘o’ as you rode his cock. 

Dream you clearly thought a little differently of him than the awake you considering it gave him such a fucking big one. 

The kind that stretched you out with every bounce of your hips, deliciously dragging in-and-out as he fucked up into you. 

A small part of you was aware enough to realize it wasn’t real, that you were having a wet dream about the guy you’d sworn you wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole probably a thousand times. 

But holy shit, it felt so good that you were giving in anyway. 

Letting yourself chase that climax with the excuse that it wasn’t like you were really fucking him. So why not have fun? 

Of course, the second you came remotely close to cumming, his thick fingers tentatively skimming over your clit and your thighs trembling with the sheer anticipation, you jolted up in bed, eyes opening startled as your brain tried to make sense of what the hell was happening. 

You were wet. 

Hair sticky with sweat, sheets half-soaked as you realized all your blankets were on the floor. The window was still cracked open, a breeze that should’ve been relaxing refusing to even touch the fever coursing through you now. 

Your skin felt like it was on fire, burning up from the inside as you tried to get yourself to focus. Your head was fuzzy, thoughts slipping and escaping before you could sink your teeth into any of them, your limbs shaking as you struggled to get out of your bed. 

Were you sick? Was it something you ate or-

Oh no. 

Oh fuck no. 

A brick would’ve hit you softer than how hard it struck you that all the heat boiling over inside you was coming from the deepest part of your core. That uncomfortably primal part of you that craved more than just connection. 

You were in heat. 

How the hell did it even get triggered? 

It wasn’t supposed to come for weeks, but something must have caused it. 

And the only something you could think of was an answer you didn’t want to admit. 

The only man you’d been around lately was a mutt. 

You fell back into your sheets, pulling a pillow on top of your face and biting it hard as you tried to come up with some solution that wouldn’t require you totally losing your dignity. 

Usually, you’d make arrangements with a guy in advance, get someone that would be there to fuck you through it and establish ground rules. 

It was a little late for that. 

Left to squirm and shift in your bed, fingers desperately rubbing over your clit as you searched through dating apps on your phone, unhappily swiping away every candidate you came across and growing increasingly desperate by the minute. Whimpering and writhing as your fingers shifted to dip inside your slick folds, unable to reach those spots you knew would offer some relief. 

Even if you did find someone, would they even be able to come over tonight?

Should you just dig out a toy from the drawer and hope that it would be enough to soothe the burning ache between your thighs? 

Just your fingers clearly weren’t working.

You rolled out of the bed with a frustrated groan, your legs wobbling just as you heard the last sound you wanted to hear. 

A knock at the door. 

Acting on impulse rather than reason, stumbling out of your room and down the hall to answer automatically rather than pausing to question who the hell it could be at this hour. 

While you were in this state. 

But you barely managed to make it to the entrance, leaning against the door as you shakily called out, “Who is it?” 

“Me.” 

Tonight truly couldn’t go more terrible. 

“I heard you next door,” your neighbor unhelpfully added, concern warping his usually cocky voice. 

“Go home,” you muttered, but you didn’t sound like you meant it. Not when all the words were warbled and your finger was still reaching to undo the lock anyway. 

“Let me in,” he huffed back, hearing it too. 

You wanted to hiss at him, but the only noise you managed to make was a pathetic moan. 

“I can smell you through the door,” he added, knocking harder as your fingers trembled by the lock. 

“I-I-” You stammered, trying to remember why you should refuse him. Trying to pretend that you didn’t smell him too. It was intoxicatingly intense, your brain begging you to just twist the doorknob so you could get a better sniff. 

“Need me to go get you some meds?” He offered, and you heard the door creak from his weight leaning against the other side of it. 

So goddamn close you could imagine the taste of his skin, the pressure of his hands, the heft of his cock. 

Fuck. 

“I need to be fucked,” you whined, loathing how weak you sounded as your practically nonexistent restraint snapped. 

The last thread of it threatening to dissolve into nothing as your palm pressed against the cool door knob, able to hear how sharp the breath he sucked in. 

“There might still be time for me to get suppressants,” he murmured, but you could make out the hunger in his own tone, how low it had dropped. 

“There isn’t,” you swallowed, searching for some last tidbit of resistance. 

But there was an uncomfortably large piece of you that suspected that your willingness wasn’t purely because of the heat rushing through your veins right now. That sooner or later, you might’ve found yourself doing the same thing for him. 

Opening the door for a guy you might not have hated nearly as much as you told yourself. 

Who probably would have wound up walking in without you needing him to. 

“You know what’s going to happen if I step through,” he muttered, a warning you weren’t about to listen to. 

“I know,” you acknowledged. “I want you to.” 

And still, the second you swung it open, the moment your stare locked onto his, you nearly melted on the spot. 

Electricity you hadn’t counted on frying your nerves as you braced yourself against the wall, air torn from your lungs as his blue eyes burned with desire that could nearly match yours. There was worry in them too, his mouth hanging open as he panted, breathing hard before he even touched you. 

“Can you say it again?” He asked, like you weren’t waiting for him to just carry you back to bed and fuck your brains out until you forgot you ever disliked him. 

“Just take care of me,” you gritted your teeth, all your taut and tense muscles stuck stiff as you struggled not to totally crumble at his proximity. 

But the second he bridged the distance, the moment his fingers reached out to skim over your arm, you collapsed. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he purred, nose wrinkling as he inhaled your scent, your body going limp just in time for him to catch you. A strong arm wrapping around your waist, squeezing you so deliciously as your knees threatened to buckle. “I’ll take very good care of you.” 

“Don’t act like you’re my emotional support dog,” you muttered dismissively, but just his palms sliding over your body as he slung you over your shoulder was enough to make you purr. 

“Want me to be your bitch instead?” He offered, laughing like you couldn’t still discern the unfettered enthusiasm as he effortlessly carried you back to your bedroom, peeking into rooms as he walked down the hall before he found it. 

“A little,” you mumbled, pressing your thighs together before he tossed you onto your bed. 

You thought he’d pounce. 

Take advantage of the fact you were basically presenting yourself to him as prey right now, spreading your thighs apart before he even climbed on, fingers reflexively returning underneath your underwear to toy with your sensitive clit again. 

But he just stared. 

And uh, drooled. 

A small dribble of it escaping before his tongue darted out to lick it back up, breathing hard and fast as his fluffy tail wagged behind him, sticking out of the pajama pants you were just realizing he must have put on backwards. 

“You wanna know how crazy you were driving me with those pretty moans of yours?” He asked, all husky and thick, eyeing you like a fucking T-bone steak.

“Do you ever do anything other than tease me?” You complained, brows knitting together as your own tail twitched. 

“Depends,” he grinned, still taking far too much time taking his clothes off than you liked. Looking down at the wet patch on your panties, at the rough way you were rubbing yourself. “Do I get to taste you first?” 

“You’re just torturing me right now,” you whined, frustration making your thoughts even fuzzier than they already were, the ache inside you building into a beast you didn’t know if he’d be able to tame. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he coaxed, climbing on you as the connection made you shudder with just the simple touch of his skin on yours. “I’ll-”

“Fuck me or get out,” you hissed at him, even though you weren’t totally sure you would be able to stand watching him walking away if he took you up on it. 

He pouted, but to his credit, he was just as obedient as he was pretty.

Standing up to strip, his cock already throbbing as it bobbed up in the air to almost smack his abs, his pink tip swollen and leaking before he abruptly flipped you onto your stomach and lifted your hips. 

God, you couldn’t believe he put you in this position. Your tail pressed against his abs, his cock grinding into your ass as the tongue you called gross two days ago dragged over your throat. 

Ass presented up in the air and face pressed into your sheets, the scent of your heat starting to soak into them as he shoved himself inside you. 

It was a tiny bit embarrassing how easy it was for him to slide in, the filthy sound of his cock dragging along your walls as he claimed you like some prize. Would he look at you the same after this?

Remind you of how you whined for him like a literal bitch in heat? Asked him to hump and fuck you while your walls greedily clamped down on his thick girth? 

“Holy shit,” he groaned, fingers gripping your hips hard as he ruthlessly rutted into you, whatever handful of brain cells he had devoted to chasing a climax right there with you. 

“Y-you fuck any other girls through their heat before?” You stuttered, the question coming out strangled as every thrust threatened to rearrange your guts. 

“You’re my first,” he confided, the words coming out in one big rush as the bed creaked beneath your combined weight. 

You weren’t able to scoff. 

Or do anything other than squirm and shift, squeezing down on him as he fucked you through it. 

It would be easier if he sucked compared to the other guys you had sex with. 

But even when you thought back to all the other partners you had before, ones that had satisfied the itch, soothed you through it, none of them felt half as good as he did right now. Filled you up just as right. 

Unfortunately, you were quickly realizing that you might be stuck trying to capture this feeling forever, that searing stretch of his cock and how his swollen tip rubbed so sweetly against all those oversensitive spots.  

The sound of his cock slamming into your pussy was well past lewd. Squelches ringing out for half the neighborhood to hear as the bed frame rocked into the wall each time his hips smacked into your ass. 

“You’re fucking me like you’ve done this before,” you half-whispered, hardly able to get it out when everything inside you was itching to moan his name instead. 

“I haven’t,” he whined, maybe a little irritated that you didn’t quite believe him. 

Before you could bicker with him about it, he was pulling out his cock to flip you over, and you caught a brief glimpse of his fingers trembling before he pinned your thighs to your chest.

“Oh.” 

The sound slipped out on its own, your gasp ringing in the air as he lined himself back up. 

His cock looked different, but your sex-addled brain couldn’t really comprehend what it was until it was inside you again. 

The bottom of it was thicker, swelling up with each consecutive slam of his hips, fingers digging into you as his chest pressed down on top of your thighs too. His mouth crashed into yours right as you scrambled for something to say, kissing you hard. 

Control slipping, his tongue slipping past your parted lips and dancing over your teeth as he got that taste he wanted so badly. 

His nose was twitching though, your eyes fluttering open as he moaned freely into your mouth, fingers constantly shifting like he was desperate to feel every inch of you for himself. 

And when he broke the kiss, nose nudging against yours as he sniffed the air, cock buried deep inside you as you felt the faintest trickle of relief at how he filled you up. 

“You’d look cute with my pups,” he whispered, clearly having the time of his life pounding you into the mattress.

Was he mocking you? 

Or was he actually serious? 

The answer might have been obvious to you normally. But now? With his cock reaching the deepest parts of you and his body sandwiching you just right, some part of you was leaning towards the latter. 

“They’d obviously be like me,” you argued, although the size of his cock was silencing your sensibility and replacing it with more breathy moans. 

“Yeah?” He grinned. “Wanna find out?” 

“How many other girls do you have pups with?” You asked, trying to remind yourself that you shouldn’t just trust him no matter how nice the sex was. 

“Zero,” he insisted. 

“Sure,” you sarcastically huffed, chest straining as the base of his cock ballooned up, locking you in place.  

“Nuh-uh,” he argued, shaking his head as his ears flopped. “I’m very loyal.” 

“To who?” You asked, purring at the way his cock suddenly began to throb inside you, two nimble fingers shifting to your swollen clit, tracing a tentative circle over them. 

“Could be to you,” he muttered, a low growl to his voice as he nuzzled his way just above your collarbone. Your thighs ached, sore from the strain of being pushed further apart to make room for his body. 

What would that look like? 

Would your nights always be like this? 

Could you overlook him annoying you during the day if you’d fall asleep tangled together in the sheets? 

“Can I bite you?” He murmured into your skin, lips grazing over that spot, and you found yourself yearning to say yes. 

Aching to accept his offer. 

His cock locked into you, his breath warm on your skin, as the sharp tip of his nose nudged along the tendon, licking over that tantalizing place you knew would turn your temporary solution into a permanent fix. 

“Mhm,” you whimpered, not giving yourself the chance to second guess as you nodded quickly. 

His canines sank down, the brief flash of pain quickly morphing into a mountain of pleasure, brain rewiring all your neurons and synapses to crave the way his cock was molding you around him. 

You were his. 

Oh God. 

You were his. 

The thought that should terrify you was just intoxicating, your body burning even hotter at the feeling of belonging to him like that. The connection tying you together intense enough to scorch through your limbs, shuddering as he clamped down even tighter. 

You didn’t know if you came from his fingers or the mating bite snapping the bond into place, tying you to him as he switched to dragging his tongue over the fresh bite marks. 

Quivering and twitching as white-hot waves of pleasure washed over you, wrecking you into a thousand different pieces you couldn’t believe he was going to be the one to glue back together after this. 

And then he was cumming too, filling you up with thick, warm white ropes of it, his knot refusing to let any of it leak out. Keeping you completely and utterly full of him, the buzz in your body still ricocheting in your chest as you threw your head back and cried out his name. 

“My pretty pussycat,” he teased, and you raked your claws down his shoulder blades in retaliation. 

But he just moaned like he loved it.

Whimpering loudly as he rutted his hips a little deeper, forcing his knot in just another increment more, making sure you wouldn’t miss even half an inch of it. 

“S’not fair,” you glared at him, although it was empty, no anger in it as your legs went half-limp in his grip, the heat that was gnawing through you subsided into a steady warmth. One that still wanted more, that still left you a mess, but a manageable mess. 

“What’s not fair?” He asked, half-delirious as he started peppering your throat with more kisses. 

“That your dick’s so big,” you complained, tilting your head back to give him more access. 

“Yeah?” He asked, that cocky smirk returning to his face, eyes shining as the breeze from the open window finally tickled your skin. 

And in the light, you accepted that maybe, it wouldn’t be so awful to spend the rest of your life looking at it. 

“Yeah,” you softly replied. 

“Well, I guess we’ll see how you feel about it after round two.” 

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