There’s many ways I can draft up the perfect storyline that leads to this moment but I currently will not do that. Just understand that you’re in a pretty, excuse my French, shitty situation. In this situation, you are stuck with the whiny, intolerable Peter Hale in a room with no exit. Both of you were so caught up in your will to get it over that you both failed to see that it was a torture based room. The door knob was made of silver, the windows were there but was made of mountain ash. Near the ceiling was an intercom system and the voice coming from it was gruff and cynical. “In two hours, the air vent will filter wolfbane that will kill the both of you. Either have sex and give me both of your bodily fluids or die. The choice is yours.”
Peter looked at you making you gag. “Don’t get any fresh ideas you disgusting dog” “What the hell is a were-cat anyways?” “For the last time, I’m a Bakeneko!” “Oh, how could I forget? It’s the same thing, the only difference is you weren’t human to begin with, you’re not even Japanese” “I am two seconds away from using these pretty little claws to rip your heart out and eat it” “Such an animal”
You growled and marched over to the opposite side of the room and sat on the bed. Peter was the worst thing on the planet in your eyes. He had no respect for you or your feelings. The first day he met you he made a joke about not throwing up fur balls around him.
“Please stop, you already smell terrible, I don’t need your pheromones as well” “Leave me alone, Peter”
You felt the bed sink, his presence closer than you would’ve liked.
“As much as I hate you, we will die here if we don’t work together”
You stayed quiet, hoping he would just go away but you had to admit, there was only an hour and thirty minutes left before the gas would be released.
“It’s just sex, you know” You turned towards him with your eyebrows raised. “You are familiar with that term, yes? I mean someone had to have tapped that” Peter put his hands up when you narrowed your eyes at him, “I’m just saying, I mean some things about you could be labeled as sexy” Just wait… “If it weren’t for your big mouth” There it is. You got up from the bed to get away from him. His fingers closed around your wrist and he pulled himself up, his body towering over yours. “I’ll be gentle, Y/N. After this, you’ll be begging for more” His cockiness should’ve made you feel sick to your stomach but between his confidence and his warm hand tightly wrapped around your wrist made you flutter just a bit. Being the sassy girl you were, you made a quick quip. “As if you could keep up with your little Hale,” you yanked out of his grip and made fierce eye contact with him. “Little? I’m not the cat here. In fact…” Peter’s eyes dangerously scanned your body, his heart and breathing was controlled. He alerted your predator instinct as he lurched forward and pressed you up against the wall, trapping you under his body weight. He used one hand to pin your hands into place then used the other to slide past your leggings, resting his palm on your heat.
“You’re the only pussy here, little girl” A soft, ragged whimper escaped you, a smirk painted on Peter’s lips. His fingers artfully slid along your slit in a steady motion. The pleasure was delicious, his fingers not even exposed to your skin yet. However, a man was touching you in an intimate place where most boys at your supposed age shied away from. Peter took his time, working you up into a desire that could not be filled fully clothed. He sensed that you were ready to move on and slipped your shirt over your head. “You like the way I touch you, don’t you?” Your lips dared not to move until he unclasped your bra and roughly groped them in his hands, a tiny, shrill yelp dribbled out of your mouth. “Answer me, kitty” “Yes” “Yes Peter” Peter gripped your throat in his hand and pulled you close to him. “Call me, Master” Through the tightness around your cords, you looked at him through your eyelashes and responded in a voice that made Peter growl, “yes, Master” His tongue skimmed your trembling lips, his patience was slowly being stripped away. “That’s a good girl,” he let go and forced you on your knees, “do as your Master says and suck him off” You went for his belt, unbuckled it, then dropped everything, giving him a chance to step out of his clothes. His cock, was far from little. It may had to do with the fact that he was an alpha but you were sure that it wouldn’t fit inside you when it came time to put it in. “What’s wrong? You don’t like little Hale? Suck it” You stood on your knees, facing the monster before you. You placed a kiss on his tip, a peck at first then tongue was initiated. You used both your hands to stroke his length while you continued your make out session with his tip. The pre-cum leaking out served as a lubricant in which you spread by twisting your hands in opposite directions, sliding up and down his shaft.
Peter looked down at the right moment to meet your eyes just as you attempted to slid a good portion of him into your mouth. He groaned at the sensation and the sight of this truly erotic scene. You took your eyes away to focus on giving him the blowjob of his dreams. You used your feline powers and slowly extended your jaw to take him fully. In surprise, Peter bucked his hips forward, almost cumming as you increased your speed. “Fuck, baby. You’re such a dirty fucking kitty, aren’t you?” Peter slapped one of your breasts making you moan in both pleasure and pain once he rubbed it afterwards. Between your legs, you could feel your juices seeping through the underwear. His muscles bulged in his shirt, rippling every time you fondled his balls in your hand. Tremors rose in his wake, threatening to shoot a load in her mouth. You remembered reading an article about a blow job and decided to take a risk. You slid a finger in his perineum, startling him. Peter groan out loud as he violently spasmed into your mouth. His hot, salty but sweet sperm swam down your mouth and you tried to gather as much as you could.
Peter pulled you off your knees and pulled you into a fervent, impatient kiss. He didn’t care that he could taste himself on your lips, in actuality, in turned him on even more. He tossed you on the bed and practically ripped your leggings and underwear off your body. “I can’t wait anymore, I need this wet pussy” And he wasn’t kidding. Peter hooked his arms under your legs and lined him towards your entrance. “Wait, Peter, I don’t think–” “What did you just call me?” You realized your mistake and saw his glowing blue eyes. “I mean, Mast–Ahhh!” Peter rammed himself into you and you swore that you could feel your pussy shred in two halves.
His hips moved in a sharp and steady rhythm making you gasp with each thrust. You naturally brought out your claws and scratched at his back, digging into his skin. “My kitty likes to be fucked hard, doesn’t she?” It was so good that all you could do was breathlessly say “yes” over and over. He watched as your chest rose and fell with each thrust and every lucid moan that spilled out your mouth.
Peter was so much better than all the school boys combined. He wasn’t close to a release, he wasn’t in it for himself. Peter was making you moan so much that you were surprised tour voice hasn’t cracked. But best of all, he filled you up and gave you pleasure in places where you didn’t even know existed. You shifted a bit and fell into trance your eyes rolling into the back of your head when he hit the perfect spot. “You gonna for me? Huh? Is my little kitty gonna cum all over me?“
You tried to speak but every time he slammed into you, the words got lost in translation. Your walls squeezed down on Peter so tight that he didn’t even care that you didn’t respond. He was contempt when he heard his name slip from your lips in a high pitch tone that almost did him in.
Peter slid out of you as he flipped you over so that your back was exposed to him. Even though you just came, you wiggled your ass to tempt him. He smacked both cheeks before wrapping his arms around you from behind and sliding himself in.
"Oh, fuck me!” You moaned and pushed back onto him. “Does the little kitty want to me to fuck her?” He grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled your head back so he could nibble on your neck, his other hand reached down to run his fingers over your clit.
“Yes Master, please, I need you…” You moaned at him between gasps, “Please…”
Peter’s thrusts grew frantic now, rubbing his cock along your walls, pushing himself harder into you. His fingers at your clit added to a euphoria you’d never known. “Such a good kitty, I’m going to – oh fuck” His moans stirred something inside of you. Your hips pushed back in an attempt to make him cum quicker. Peter began to lose his rhythm, knowing he was so close. An animalistic urge swarmed over his body and he stretched out his fangs, biting down on the part where you shoulder and neck connect while pulverizing your insides. Feeling his cock jerking inside you as you came mixed with his teeth in your shoulder pushed you over the edge, an overwhelming sense of pain and pleasure forced you to scream your release. Peter grew sloppy and moved his teeth, the blood in his system making him boil in arousing heat. He roared as he pumped his seed into you with a total of eight shots.
The mind blowing, toe-curling sex that the both of you had tired you out. Peter moaned as he slipped out of you then rolled over to the side.
He didn’t get a chance to tell you how much he’d wanted to do that because a hissing sound went off. The both of you looked at the vent and panicked. “What the fuck?!” “Hey, we did what you asked!” The cynical, gruff sound came on the intercom but instead of talking, the man was laughing. Peter grabbed the sheets off the bed and tried to cover the both of you but it was too late, you had already passed out. His body felt heavy crawling over to your limp figure. “Y/N, wake up!” His voice grew distorted, his vision blurry as the door opened.
It got away from me….
Lance yawned as he opened to door to his house, tired after a full day of work. Allura was a slave driver, having him work the clearance floor of the fashion building. There had been a huge sale today, customers having flooded the shop and nearly cleaning it out, and not all of them were nice to him.
He sighed and rubbed his eyes, shutting the door behind him. After getting changed into some sweatpants and an old t-shirt, he flopped on the couch, shutting his eyes. He got about what felt like ten minutes of blessed sleep before a crash and a yowl of pain woke him up, the lanky 25 year old man bolting upright in surprise. He got up and looked at the clock. What the fuck? Who was even awake at 4am?
With a groan, he got up and decided to investigate the sound. He shrugged on a light jacket and stepped out onto the porch, bare feet cold against the concrete. He glanced around and walked over to where a soft whimpering was coming from, the alleyway with all the trash cans.
“Hello?” He called, padding inside the alleyway, hand against the wall of his house. His eyes caught a hunched shape next to the dumpster, something big with a twitching tail and curled in on itself. Oh.
Now that he was closer, he could see it was a Hybrid, creatures that were a common pet in this city. This one was a Cat Hybrid, with long, messy and dirty black hair and ears and a white forelock and a white tipped black tail. It was making soft, pained sounds, gripping at its right arm.
“Here kitty kitty, what’s wrong?” Lance crooned, attempting to appear as non-threatening as possible. Which wasn’t hard, he could see the muscles through the tattered shirt on the Cat Hybrid’s body, even though it looked very malnourished. He walked a little closer, trying to recall everything Hunk had told him about Cat Hybrids since the big guy worked at a shelter for all kinds of Hybrids, like Keith, a mixed breed of a Cat and a Wolf Hybrid.
The Hybrid’s head shot up, staring at him with wide, panicked silver eyes that were admittedly quite pretty. Now that he could see its face, Lance could tell the Cat Hybrid was male, and hurt too by the bloody cut across his nose. The Hybrid growled warningly, ears flattened back and tail puffed up in fear.
Lance held up his hands, palms outwards, staying calm like Hunk had taught him when handling scared Hybrids. “Woah there, Kitty, I’m not here to hurt you. I’m just trying to help. Can you let me do that?” He soothed, focus entirely on the terrified Hybrid.
The growling paused for a moment, wavering, and an almost curious look flashed through those gray eyes before being replaced with more caution. Lance took a small step forward, encouraged.
“You don’t look too good there, Kitty. Want me to get you some food and a bandage for that cut on your pretty face?” He cooed, shuffling a little closer and crouching low to appear smaller, less dangerous. The Hybrid’s ears flicked, indecision flickering across his face. Lance was now close enough to reach forward with one hand, carefully.
The Hybrid leaned forward, uncurling a little to sniff at Lance’s fingers, before cautiously turning his cheek against the Cuban man’s palm before pulling back a little with a soft whine. Lance smiled gently, keeping his teeth hidden, and ran his hand over the Hybrid’s hair and ears, a small purr startling both males.
Lance spoke up again. “Hey, let’s get you into my place so we can fix you up, okay?” The Hybrid blinked, confused, but allowed Lance to pull him up and suddenly Lance had to reevaluate this because the Cat Hybrid was taller than him by a head and a lot wider than skinny little Twig Lance. Not to mention heavy! For someone so emaciated, he sure packed a lot of weight!
Lance carefully led the Cat Hybrid out of the alleyway and into his house, shutting the door quietly and tugging him into the bathroom. “Okay, I know cats hate water, but we need to get you washed and cleaned before we bandage you up.” Lance explained to the startled Cat, who was staring at his reflection in the mirror with something akin to horror.
Lance filled the bathtub with hot but not scalding soapy water, and guided the Hybrid in. The water seemed to relax the dirty kitty, and Lance easily pulled off the ragged and soon to be burned old shirt and boxers the Hybrid had been wearing, finally able to assess the damages.
The Cat was covered in old scars and new injuries, like he’d been in a fighting ring. His right arm was missing, obviously recently because the stump hadn’t healed completely and was an angry reddish purple, blotchy and clearly infected. The poor Cat was going to need a Vet, and Lance hoped Hunk would cover this. But first he had to do what he could to help, since he’d never been one to turn down a creature in need.
He set to work, using safe shampoos and soaps to clean the dirt and blood away, having to drain and refill the tub several times until the water stayed mostly clear and bubbly. The Cat Hybrid flinched with every wound wiped down, but seemed to recognize that Lance was helping him and didn’t fight back. Lance hummed to fill the silence, a soothing Spanish lullaby his Mama loved singing.
Once he finished, he rinsed the Cat one last time before leaving to grab some overly large clothes that would probably fit the huge Hybrid, which he was guessing was of the Maine Coon variety. He came back and drained the tub, tugging the relaxed kitty out and drying him off, bandaging every wound with a bandaid or gauze before helping him into soft, clean clothes that actually fit the Cat just right, if not only slightly tight.
“Okay, just a haircut and then some food, sound good?” Lance soothed, sitting the other male on the closed toilet and holding up a pair of scissors and a hair razor. The Cat eyed the items warily, but merely made a soft noise of agreement before letting his eyes fall shut.
Lance pulled a towel over the Cat’s neck and shoulders, before setting to work snipping the long, tangled black locks of hair. He shaved away the worst of it, giving the Hybrid an undercut and leaving the top alone, trimming around the ears to a short, fluffy length and even grooming the ears and tail to get rid of the matting. The white forelock was left a little longer than the rest, since Lance found it kind of cute.
He cleared away the mess and once again tugged the Cat Hybrid by the wrist along with him to the kitchen, the poor kitty making a soft mew, a wordless question. “Food then! You look pretty hungry, kitty, and I think I still have a package of turkey somewhere.” Lance clarified, gesturing for the Hybrid to sit on the couch while he entered the kitchen to rummage around his fridge.
He came back to see the Cat Hybrid looking around curiously, tail flicking and ears up, which was definitely a good sign if he was showing interest in his surroundings. Lance gave himself a mental high five and cleared his throat lightly, gathering the kitty cat’s attention. He held up the package of turkey and had to stop himself from giggling at the way the Hybrid’s eyes lit up and ears perked, staring at the wrapped meat hungrily. His stomach let out a demanding growl too, and Lance definitely laughed then.
“Haha, okay, here you go then.” Lance chuckled, opening the plastic package and unwrapping the seal around the meat, plopping it back into the container and handing it to the Cat Hybrid.
While the cat scarfed down the meat, Lance dug his phone out of his jacket.
He had a few calls to make.
This….. got waaaaaaaayyy out of control…… it was supposed to be a small fluffy fic and I turned it into some angst? And yes, Shiro is the nameless Hybrid. I don’t suppose you’d want more, maybe? I mean I wouldn’t mind making more? Gah- I need to stop making all these AU’S, my brain is out of control ;0;
Hope you enjoyed!