NAK Drabbles [Ghost Adventures] ✔

10. Creature Comforts [with animals ears]

PROMPT: with animal ears
KINK WARNING: hybrid creature kink and "little" submissiveness and this is very young NAK (like late teen's) [*hides in a hole* wattpad influence here lol]
SUMMARY: Nick has a hybrid and his hybrid has a problem.

Nick Groff looked up from his phone, stopping mid text to his best friend (Aaron), when he heard the soft sound of someone clearing their throat. He glanced up and his gaze softened as he took in the small form of his boyfriend, Zak, who sat on his knees on the bed and hands on his lap. He wore his pair of light blue pajama bottom shorts and an old t-shirt of Nick's, which fell of his shoulder to reveal the pale skin beneath. Zak was different from others and Nick never saw another like him before (till he later met Billy and Jay). A pair of soft black kitten ears and a long fluffy tail signifying him as something other than human... a kitten hybrid. Sometimes Zak was more human than Nick and other times Zak was more his hybrid self. Nick loved Zak no matter what or who he was.

"Are you okay, love?" Nick asks as he walks over to the crest-fallen Zak, stuffing his phone in his jean pocket.

The hybrid's ears fold into his dark hair, practically disappearing, and his tail wraps tighter around him, a crest-fallen look on his face, "I..."

Nick grabs Zak's chin lightly, moving him so he looks up at the younger man, "You can tell me, Zak."

A shiver runs through Zak's body as his blue eyes connect with Nick's. They're watery. He can see the blue eyes shift to a sharp yellow, like a cat's eyes, before returning back to the sapphire color. His hybrid was tired and desperately craved attention.

"Come here, baby," Nick opened his arms up and the smaller man crawled into them.

His ass settled into Nick's lap and arms wrapped around Nick's neck. His tail curled around Nick's body protectively. A purring sound escaped Zak's mouth, vibrating in his chest, and then a soft kiss was pressed to Nick's neck. The comfort within those arms was all Zak could ever ask for. He had heard of caregivers and masters (and whatever else Zak's kind called those like Nick was to him) that abused their hybrids. Nick was never like that. He cared for Zak so much that Zak couldn't even fathom it all.

"You only need to ask me, Zak," Nick coos, as he runs his hand over Zak's soft ears, "I'll do anything for you, my little hybrid."

A whine and lazy stretch from Zak is all Nick gets before the hybrid falls asleep.