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Bookworm Chapter 1

Bookworm

(Idol!Namjoon x Author!Reader)

Warning/Themes; Eventual smut, Romance, Strangers to friends to lovers, Occassional angst, Military service

Note: Hope you guys love this first chapter. I know not much has happened, but we need to build the story, ykwim.

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The water is rushing, the leaves are rustling, and the birds have settled in their nests. She sits awake, staring at the empty page on her computer, not even a single dot has been placed on it, as clean and white as a polar bear in a snowstorm with an arctic fox fur coat on.

She groans the naoise ripping through the peaceful noises from outside her house, “Fuck,” she runs her hands through her hair she has been sitting there what feels like hours in silence trying to write her stupid intimacy scene for her new book.

She didn’t want the scene to be borderline abusive like most, and she often prided herself on the fact that she never did make the love interest oddly jealous or perverted, as most “romance” authors seem to nowadays. She hated the fact she didn’t, though, at least sometimes. Still, she would rather set a good, healthy example of love and understanding than support the growing weaponized incompetence and boy-will-be-boys attitude that most of society seems to preach.

She knows it’s easy to make a character seem sexy to certain people. I mean, hell, it was her job for Christ's sake, but she was having such an issue with building depth for her characters. I mean, she could easily make the love interest in her books a shitty person and make him fall into the same category as the men in the more recent novels it’s far easier to make a person with a shitty personality than it is to make someone with flaws but still has genuine feelings.

She sighed, and she got up from her old wooden rocking chair adorned with a cushion for her poor back. With her posture, she practically sniffed the ground while standing when she was 60. Her bones creak something fierce as she gets up to get a drink.

Maybe if she stepped away for a second, she could figure something out, but what could she compare it to? She’s never had sex before. It’s a pitiful thing being a virgin at 26 years old, you’d figure all those years of university and her popularity among people who read, she would at least have one person under her belt, but at last, she had never even thought about it as poor before her previous book got a review that seemed to tug at a nerve for her.

She shivers at the thought of that stupid fucking comment on Goodreads of all places.

The three little gold stars by the account L0v3_r31ding a profile lacking a profile picture seemed to keep her awake at night with a simple review, “Loved the book, except the spicy scenes lacked passion and realism. Mimicked the rest of her book's intimacy scenes.”

Maybe it was the fact that the review was right, or perhaps it was the way the review had used boring to describe her work, but she couldn’t sleep; she had to perfect the spicy scene or else this book could cost her career.

This led to her drinking half a bottle of her good wine. She sat back at her computer and started typing the same stuff she always typed out as if her fingers memorized the keys to pluck during these moments she read through the half a paragraph she wrote, and she groaned, it’s not good enough, start again. She rewrites it in many different ways, yet it always comes out the same, with some details mixed around here and there. She downs the other half of her wine, her face bright red from the alcohol hitting her system.

She goes onto the web browser and she types in a website being brought to thousands of raunchy videos. She studies those for hours, trying to find good videos to base her writing on.

She falls asleep drunk on her desk after writing three whole pages of pure filth. She wakes up to the sun hitting her eyes, adding to the massive throbbing headache and the nausea eating at her stomach. She gets up, getting a bit dizzy from standing up too fast, and she makes her way to her curtains. “Looks like today I’m going to be a vampire.”

She walks downstairs, and the heels of her feet seem to slam down on the wood louder than bombs. She grabs Advil from the old oak cabinet, drying the fast-acting liquid tablets. She stumbles over to the sink and grabs a glass from the drying rack, gulping down cup after cup of water.

She goes over to the bread holder and takes out a piece of white bread to soak up any remaining alcohol in her stomach. She crawls up the stairs, trying to keep steady, is far too much work right now. She staggers to her desk, unplugs her laptop, and lies on her bed to read it. She fixes all the errors in the writing.

Only a week later does her publisher approve it to be manufactured and put out. “Honey, this is your best work yet.” She nods, knowing she couldn't see her through the phone. “Thank you.”

She has always had such a horrible time writing intimacy scenes in her books since she has never really experienced that. She had a boyfriend in 4th grade, but she broke up with him the day after they got together. She thinks about all the failed dates and forced dates her friends and mother have set her up on.

It wasn’t her fault she never found the need to be with anyone; she was just waiting, she told herself. Waiting for someone who won’t even arrive.

She gets up to make herself some coffee and get back to writing back to fan mail and business emails. She sits at her desk again, her back aching from the familiar seated posture.

She sighs, her phone starts buzzing, her mom's face pops up on the screen, so she picks up, “Hello, Mom?” She asks in a questioning voice. “Hi, honey, I was wondering what you're doing?” She looks at her laptop.

“I’m just responding to emails, Mom, why do you ask?” she hears her tsk behind the phone. “You’re 26 (Y/n), you should be out having fun, go party, go kiss a girl, go do something with your life besides rotting away at a computer.” She scolds.

“Go date someone me and your dad would hate, go find someone like one of the people from your books, settle down with someone and have babies,” I can hear the whining in her tone. Her mother has always been more of a social person than her father and her.

“You’re going to become all dried up, then what will I have to look after your brother and his kids? I don’t like that wife of his, she’s going to be too strict on them.” She chuckles ather mom's straightforward nature.

“Mom, I’m sure she will be a great mother to their kids,” Her mother sighs on the other side of the phone. “God, I hope so.”

She talks with her mother for a while, only hanging up once it becomes far too late for her mother to be awake. She goes back to her computer, her back aching from her chair, and she checks her book tours and makes sure the dates match, looking back and forth between the two halves of her computer. She sees the dates she is planning to travel, and she groans. She always hates to travel by car, but it’s the easiest on the wallet.

She puts them into her personal calendar, her fingers darting across the screen. she get up from her desk and walk over to her bed with heavy footsteps. she look up at the ceiling once again, sighing, rubbing her face with her hands, and she sigh, trying to sigh out all her issues to whatever is listening.

My mind is too busy with the same thing that always seems to run through her head. Who will love me? She’s not a model, she’s not a doctor, and she’s her only real coworker.

She reach for her phone her tricep throbs from lack of use in a month an she groan she tap on the screen twice to wake it up and swipe up quickly putting in her password she slide through her home screen apps watching tinder and hinge fly past her eyes before a little green and black app sits on the third page she tap on it scrolling through the endless amount of songs she have liked and playlists that have accumulated over the years before turning on a Korean R&B playlist.

She listened as a random artist came on. She presses the button on the side of her phone and lies back down. She looks up at the ceiling, letting the thoughts run through her mind. A certain song comes on, the calm voice and beat making her lids feel heavy and her lashes flutter against her cheekbones. She enjoys the singer's deep raspy voice and melancholy lyrics, singing “I see you, come back to me.”

She loves it so much, she doesn’t realize she fell asleep until she wakes up to the sun shining through the curtains, forcing me to wake up. She rushed to grab her phone and check the time, and to see what the song was called, to finds her phone had died. “Fuck,”

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Bookworm Teaser

Namjoon x reader

She sits at her signing table, signing the middle-aged women's books as if they were on a conveyor belt, saying "Thank you" whenever they compliment her work. The line eventually slows down to her being the only person in the wing of the library, college students from the small local university are studying across the library, their faces buried too deep in their books to pay any attention to anything besides what they needed to get done. She looks at how tense their shoulders are; they look like little turtles. A tall man approaches her table, "Miss (L/n)," he holds out his hand to shake hers, "It's a pleasure to meet you." She reaches out and looks up at his towering figure. Yes, she was sitting down, but she could tell even if she were to be standing, he would be quite a bit taller than her. He carefully brings the book closer to her free hand. She takes it and she snaps away from his gaze, instead of her best-selling book, as of now, she was surprised to see it was her second book she ever wrote, "The making of a man." She feels the sleek cover under her fingers; the book, 5 or 6 years old, was in pristine condition besides some bending marks in the spine, obviously from reading it. She opens the front cover, "Who can I make this out to?" She looks up at the man, his face oddly covered by a black disposable face mask, and his hair covered by a black bucket hat. "Kim Namjoon." The name was very familiar, yet she couldn't quite pull it out of her deep mind. She has lived in South Korea for a while now, so she figured he might be a trainee or possibly she has seen him at a signing before she brushes it off, scribbling down his name in her sloppy cursive handwriting, and then under that, she signed it with her well-known signature. She closes the book, handing it to him. "Here you go." He gives her a soft smile, his cheeks straining the mask a bit, before he turns, making his way out of the library. "Kim Namjoon...." she mutters to herself as she starts to pack up.

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Tuhka Chapter 4

Tuhka

(BTS{ot7} x Reader)

Warning/Themes; ABO, Mature Themes

Note: I figured I'd release the new chapter of what I have so far in honor of almost all of our boys coming back.

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My eyes drag up from the man’s tail wrapped around my waist. The soft fur tickles the small exposed skin along the hem of my shirt, and the feeling of soft fur against my skin is noticeable—his warm breath clashes with the warmth of the blush creeping up my cheeks.

I look a bit too deeply into his eyes and can catch the golden specks littered through his iris and the small brown craters in his iris that seem to decorate around his pupils.

My eyes flicker down to the bridge and curve of his nose, and I notice the little mole on the tip of his nose.

My eyes trace his cupid's bow, seeing his pink lips and how the sun catches on the bottom lip. I break out of my trance when he plants his other strong, big hand on the other side of me, closest to the sink.

I hadn’t even realized he placed a hand on the counter in the first place.

He leans in a bit before I see a bit of hesitation seem to break him out of his trance. “Can I…” He sighs and looks to the ground, then off to the side. “Can I smell you?” He looks back at me, his eyes hold less of the predatory look than they had before, but deep down, I can still see the teasing and hungry gaze in his eyes.

I nod my head, moving slowly and softly as if I’d scare him off if I nodded normally. He breaks eye contact again, and he inches closer to my neck super slowly as if he too was as scared as I am. He leans down and slowly breathes in the scent at my neck.

I feel a rumbling purr and feel his chest that rests on my shoulder vibrate with affection. I feel the soft flesh of his cheek and the cartilage of his nose pressing closer to my neck, nudging at my jawline for me to present more of my neck to the predator hybrid.

I tilt my head to the side, presenting more of my neck to Taehyung. His pursuit grows as he sees this action. I feel his nose flush against my neck as he breathes my scent in deeper. His voice comes out a bit weak, but not whiny. “Can I scent you?” he asks. “Yeah,” I say in a hushed tone, understanding he might be embarrassed if I’m too excited.

His purs grow as he runs his nose along a certain blue vein on my neck, buried in my neck, one only an Alpha could find. He rubs his forehead against my neck, which I present to him gladly. He drags his face along my neck, smushing his cheek to the base of my neck. A smell hits me, it’s a bit sweet and fiery at first, then it fades into a sweet floral, and musk laces itself between both.

I nuzzle my nose into the side of his neck and smell him, too. I feel a deep rumble escape from his chest, a deep, low growl creeping up his throat. I feel his warm breath on my neck, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and goosebumps prick the skin of my arms. I feel his warm flesh against mine, and my body shudders in a calm excitement. I feel his soft lips, the ones I was staring at just a moment ago, drag up my neck before being ripped away from his touch. My body aches at the loss of warmth, but our mixed scents together make my body stay calm.

He looks down into my eyes again. Silence fills the room, but it doesn’t feel uncomfortable; it feels more like a calm silence. The screen door suddenly opens, and a stunned Jungkook stands there looking at the intimate pose that Taehyung and I are in. “Oh, I’m sorry, hyung, Y/N,” he gives a small nod, his ears flicking before he hurries past us, accidentally bumping into the doorway with his antlers. Taehyung takes his arms away from the counter. I let out a little breath, feeling a bit suffocated under his gaze. ‘Thank you, little moose.’ I chant in my head. Taehyung takes a step back, a bit flustered but also calm. “I’m gonna go watch TV.” I nod, watching the tall tiger hybrid go through the door frame that the moose hybrid did just a bit ago. I turn around to look out the window again, sighing and rubbing my face ‘Oh my god, it was just scenting, get a hold of yourself.’

I take my hands off my eyes and open them to find Hoseok with his hands cupping his face, smiling ear to ear while staring into the window. “ I let out a scream, cussing a bit before I take in that it’s not some sort of spirit, but instead it’s the raccoon hybrid.

I hear running feet from the other room. I look behind the door frame to see Taehyung and Jungkook both sprinting to the kitchen. I see Taehyung bounding towards the kitchen, and next thing I know, Taehyung’s head gets hit by the antler of the moose hybrid with a thwack. I see Jungkook rush into the kitchen and Taehyung holding his head to see Hoseok's face still pressed against the glass, cackling at the scene, the noise of his laughter can be heard from inside, although muffled.

“What the fuck is he doing?” Jungkook looks a bit concerned. “Jungkook, be careful with those things, will you?” He hisses at the younger man. “I’m sorry, hyung.” He holds the tiger hybrid's face and looks at the spot he’s rubbing, tilting his head down, and the tiger bows his head to Jungkook. Jungkook presses a soft kiss to the spot.

I watch the sweet scene unfold in front of me, happy that both alphas aren’t the type to fight. I walk over to Taehyung. “What is today’s date?” He looks at me, confused. “Who memorises the date if they don’t have to?” I chuckle.. “Okay, fine, then what day is it?” He looks at me as if I were asking him if the sky was blue. “Tuesday.”

I nod and go to the cabinet, and I take the little flashlight out, and turn back to him. “Can I touch your face?” I ask. He nods, and I take my fingers and spread his eyelids apart. I shine the flashlight in his eyes, looking to see if his pupils dilate as they’re supposed to. I put up fingers and have him tell me how many fingers I’m putting up. “2, 3, 5,1,4,2,5,1” I give him a little nod since he correctly named all the numbers I put up. “Okay, you don’t seem to have a concussion.” I let out a sigh of relief, glad I don’t have to drive back up to the hospital again tonight.

I open the window, the sound of skin skidding on it from Hoseok's hands being pressed to the glass, he pulls them away and holds the sides of his hands. “What do you think you’re doing scaring me like that, hm?” I give him a stern look. “I just wanted to scare you.” I look up at the ceiling and grumble. I look back at Taehyung and Jungkook. “Is he always like this?” They both nod. I look back at the raccoon hybrid, and I pet his head. “You’re gonna be such a treat to live with.” His cheek tenses, giving his lips the most devious smirk I’ve ever seen.

“You’ll be a little sweet thing to tease.” I get a bit shy at the statement and his naughty tone. My bunny ears press flat against my head, and my eyes widen a bit, a faint red takes over my cheeks. My tail straightens out to a stiff peak.

Taehyung and Jungkook laugh at my tail and my shy state. I huff and walk to the screen door, putting on my slides and opening the door with a tug. I walk out onto the back porch. I can hear the man cackling still, “Evil.”

I'm going to see Namjoon and Suga. I see the puma hybrid lying out under a tree in the back area of the house, his long black tail wrapped around his torso, part of his black mullet pulled back into a man bun, and a washcloth on his forehead. I watch him graze in the evening sun, the golden light making his pale skin shine beautifully in its rays.

I gaze at the man from across the yard until I feel wet coarse hair under my hand. I see a little otter at the other end of the head butting, and I chuckle and smile. “Hi Jimin,” I pet the otter's head, looking into his round black eyes and smile. “You are so cute,” I coo, looking at the little rounded lips of the otter, where it fades to a blondish color.

The little otter crawls into my lap and I laugh, “Oh my god, you’re all wet.” I hold my hand out before pulling it back since I’m unsure how keen he is on being pet. He looks up at me, and he nudges his head under my outstretched hand to be petted. “Aw, hi sweet boy.” She can feel her shirt being hit from the back, and she can feel her foot start to thump. She doesn’t mean to, but for some reason, her body does it as if it’s instinct. “Aw, looks like the little bunny likes to pet our sweet baby J.” She turns her head to see turns around to see Hoseok standing there, his little raccoon ears at full attention, tail moving lazily back and forth behind him, he doesn't seem to be too excited about being here.

Jimin huffs at this and scurries away. I pout and look back at Hoseok. I nod him over to me. I watch him meander over to where I am sitting. He plops down next to me. “You always tease this much?” she chuckles. “Maybe, why? You hoping I’m always teasing?” He asks in a teasing tone. “So, that’s a yes, you are always teasing.” I see his tail keeps the steady pattern of wagging even as he sits down. “Do you like it here so far?” I ask, preparing for the worst. “Yeah, I love it here, I mean I get to stay with my pack and we get a new person, so it’s really amazing.” I see how he lovingly looks across the yard at his pack members.

“Not to mention, I always like it when someone new joins the pack.” His tail doesn’t change pace. I debate confronting him about it. If I end up pressing too far, too fast, he could end up shutting off to me completely. On the other hand, if I do ask, I could help him warm up to the move. I try and pop my knuckles, weighing the pros and cons. I finally decided to confront him about it, but in a softer way. “I’m only asking because I see Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung, and even Namjoon seem to all have happy animal sides with wagging tails and… and scenting, but you don’t seem to care much.” He looks down into my eyes. “What a determined little bunny.”

I just keep looking back into his eyes. “The reason my tail doesn’t wag is because I’m a raccoon.” I tilt my head, a little confused. When I wag my tail like they do, it means I’m agitated.” My eyebrows raise, and my lips part. “Ohhhhhh, okay, that makes sense.” I feel a bit of comfort. “It’s really cute how concerned you were, though.” He chuckles deeply from his chest. “Well, since you’re so open, would you mind telling me more about all of the guys?”

He leans back on his elbows and lets out a sigh. “Well, to start, Namjoon…”

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Tuhka chapter 4 TEASER

Tuhka

(BTS{ot7} x Reader)

Warning/Themes; ABO, Mature Themes

Note: I hopped right into making the next chapter bc I'm so excited to show you all what happens I wanted to give you all this as a small show of my gratitiude.

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My eyes drag up from the man’s tail wrapped around my waist. The soft fur tickles the small exposed skin along the hem of my shirt, and the feeling of soft fur against my skin is noticeable—his warm breath clashes with the warmth of the blush creeping up my cheeks. I look a bit too deeply into his eyes and can catch the golden specks littered through his iris and the small brown craters in his iris that seem to decorate around his pupils. My eyes flicker down to the bridge and curve of his nose, and I notice the little mole on the tip of his nose. My eyes trace his cupid's bow, seeing his pink lips and how the sun catches on the bottom lip. I break out of my trance when he plants his other strong, big hand on the other side of me, closest to the sink. I hadn’t even realized he placed a hand on the counter in the first place. 

He leans in a bit before I see a bit of hesitation seem to break him out of his trance. “Can I…”

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Tuhka Chapter 3

Tuhka

(BTS{ot7} x Reader)

Warning/Themes; ABO, Mature Themes

Note: OOOOOO she is ogglinggggg.

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I open the door to see a tall tiger with ears flicking and tail softly wagging. I watch antlers appear and I look at the otter hybrid “Hi guys” I give a soft smile and wave I watch the tigers tail wag a bit I chuckle and I see the otters tail wag too “Hi Y/N” I look at the medium sized oak clock on the wall that is covered in a glossy coat. “Come in.”

 The tiger walks in the door, and the other two follow him. “Here, have a seat. I’ll get you guys something to drink.” They take their shoes off before sitting down on the couch and chairs. “How does coffee sound?” 

I walk into my beautiful kitchen. “Water is just fine.” Jimin answers from the couch. I go over to my shelves, grab some old glasses, and set them down on the counter. I fill them up with cool tap water. I think about how I’m going to carry them all out while the last glass fills up. But before I get to worry too much, Jimin enters the kitchen. “Here, sweetheart, let me get those for you.” He picks up all three glasses and brings them to the other two hybrids. I sit down on the couch beside the tiger. “Thank you so much for the water, with how much stuff we have today, we’ll need it.”

 I smile softly at him. “Don’t worry about it, I didn’t get to talk to you much yesterday, you’re Taehyung, right?” He returns the soft smile, pressing his lips together in a line. “Yeah, I have been wanting ot talk to you more.” One of the ears on my head lifts a bit, showing my curiosity. “That’s cute.” He says his eyes scrunching up into half circles. I feel the tips of my human ears warm up bashfully. 

“Have you guys made arrangements yet?” I ask, trying to change the subject. He lets out a breath. “Yes, we have. Jimin and I will be staying with you in this house. Since Jimin is an approved caregiver, he will provide you with care during heats, nesting, scenting, and human needs. I will help you with scenting, physical closeness relief, and protection.” I nod. “Are you all cuddly?” I chuckle at the contrast between the fact that he is a big, tall tiger hybrid, but he is all cuddly and cute in reality. We all talk for a while before the moving vans arrive with their stuff. “We'd better go help unload all the stuff.” Jungkook stands up. 

I go back to cleaning off areas of the house, I walk up the stairs to my room, I grab my laundry basket, and I start to fold my clothes. I look up and see the bathroom door, and a queasy feeling takes over my stomach. My ears move backward, showing my stress and feeling of discomfort. I go back to my clothes and start folding them again before putting them away in their respective drawers. “Y/N?” Jimin's voice is soft and caring as he speaks. 

“Yeah?” I ask, turning to him, my ears swinging slightly. “Is there something wrong?” He asks with his eyebrows scrunched together and his eyes soft, and a little frown on his lips. “Just something bothering me, it’s nothing to worry about, though, how did you know?” I ask, my face covered in microexpressions of confusion. “I can smell it radiating off of you.” He says, walking in the room and looking around my room, seeming to be scanning the area for anything that could be causing the stress. His eyes lock on the bathroom door. I watch as he stalks closer to the door. “Did you make a nest?” He asks his voice soft as he turns to me, his eyes filled with sympathy. “Yeah, I had made it the night the other hybrid had nearly broken into my house.” He looks me up and down, seeming to scan my body for my emotions. “Do you have a laundry basket?” He asks the voice soft and sweet voice as if made of pure cotton candy. “Yeah, it’s in my closet.” I walk over to my closet, taking longer strides to speed up the process. I open the big doors to my closet and I reach down, taking my white laundry basket out and handing it to him. “Go hang out with Taehyung and Jungkook for a bit while I do this, okay?” I nod and I start walking out the door catching the beginning of Jimin opening the door I go down the stairs and I lean against the banaster to see a buch of boxes piled up in the living room the boxes sealed with dark green almost emerald tape and boxes with a goldish yellow tape sealing them shut.

 I look around searching for the other two hybrids, I see taehyung step in the doorway he is lugging a big wooden handcrafted dresser in his arms, his sleeves rolled up and his hair jossled a bit sweaty I watch a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face and his neck before pooling in his collarbone. I watch the way his bicep bulges and the vein that runs on his forearm leading up to his hand before branching out like one of the many trees that surrounded my house. I feel the back of my neck warm up a bit at the sight.

 “Y/n! There you are,” He says down the dresser with a thud, and he looks up at me. “What are you looking at, sweetheart?” I feel the warmth from the back of my neck sneak up my cheeks and my ears. “I was gonna ask if you needed help, but it seems like you got it.” She nods subtly. “Honey, Jungkook and I will be fine if you want to start opening up Jimin's smaller boxes and unpacking some glassware and such, I’m sure he will enjoy that.” I nod and I descend the stairs. “Um, which boxes are Jimin’s?”  I ask, walking over the stacks of boxes littered in the middle of the floor. “The boxes with the yellow tape are Jimin’s,” Taehyung says as he walks out the door again, tail swaying behind him. I kneel down and start to lift the boxes, looking at the labels on the boxes before finding one in the corner of the pile. I start to peel up the tape, and it rips up, taking a bit of microfibers and such from the cardboard.

 I see the box is filled with plates, cups, and a few bundles of utensils. I take out the bundles of utensils. I get up and take them to the drawer and put them in the wooden drawer I made a while back with small compartments in it for forks, spoons, knives, and chopsticks. I go back to the box, deciding to take it with me this time. I hook my fingers under the slightly heavy box, and I feel my calves strain along with the tops of my thighs as I stand up, now carrying the box to the counter. I set it down and grabbed the wine glasses first, hanging them on the small bar I had set up by the back door. I smell the soft scent of the damp dirt in the backyard, and the dewdrops on the grass smell wonderful this time of year. I stand up, leaving the back door cracked just a bit to let in more of the smell. I go back to the box and I pull out the mugs. I walk over to the cupboard and I set them on the bottom shelf. I look up at the top shelf, unused because of my height. I realize with all these hybrids that the shelf will be used, and I make a mental note to buy or make a step stool next time I’m in the city, which is just a few miles away. I grab the other glasses and place them in the open space I had in my cabinets. I grab the plates, stacking them on a rack in the next cabinet I made about a year ago, so I would have a place to put them. I unload all the rest of the contents when Jimin walks into the kitchen and asks, “Where is your laundry machine?” I turn and I realize in the hour and a half that we were talking, I hadn’t even thought of the possibility that they have no clue of what my house looks like besides the living room and kitchen.

 “Oh yeah, here I can give all of you guys a tour. I was a bit embarrassed that I had been so forgetful. I walk into the living room to see a sweaty taehyung and jungkook standing there drinking water I watch a bit of water drip down the corner of his mouth and wrap around his neck as it drips down and it is absorbed by his t shirt that now clings to the outline of his abs and chest more. “I told you not to wear back when it said it was gonna be sunny.” Taehyung teases. Jungkook’s eyes go wide before he starts talking with his whole body. “I had nothing else to wear besides this.” He loves a soft pout, not in a childish way, but you can still see how his bottom lip sticks out a bit. “Guys,” I say to catch their attention. The two look at me with their sharp but soft eyes. “I should give you all a quick tour of the main house for now.” I give a soft nod, and they nod back to me, understanding.

 I walk down the hall to where Jimin and Namjoon had scented me. “I know this room,” Jimin said with a bit of excitement lacing his tone. I let out a soft huff of a laugh, and I opened the door. “This is the first bedroom, it has a door out to the porch and a walk-in closet, along with a built-in bathroom.” She sees Jimin perk up a bit hearing about the porch. “Is that a pool?” I chuckle watching as his tail starts to wag a bit. “Yeah, but since it’s almost winter, I was going to have preserves added soon, but since it looks like it’s gonna stay warm for the next couple weeks, maybe I should keep it natural for a bit longer?” I watch his face light up at the idea. I see the tiger hybrid doesn’t pay much attention to the room. “I have another room in the basement if you want to check it out?” she says to Taehyung. He nods, and I guide the three hybrids down the basement stairs. I show him the large basement room. “This room also comes with a walk-in closet and bathroom.” I turn to the three Jungkook, looking a bit surprised at the size of the room.

 I look at Taehyung for some clues to what he is thinking. “Unlike other tiger hybrids, I enjoy being closer to another person.” I nod and I turn around, leading them to my room upstairs. “This is my room, and there is a room just to the left of it and one on the right.” Taehyung peeks his head into the left room to see that it has really old pillows and blankets, the old bed, and everything is just a bit messy in the room. “Sorry, my parents were out here a few weeks ago, and the day before yesterday was the only day I’ve been off from work because I am a geneticist.” Taehyung nods, “Your parents are rabbits too?” I nod. “How did you know?”

 I ask, and he lets out a soft chuckle, looking down on me with soft eyes. “Rabbit hybrids have a very particular smell.” My ear goes back a bit in confusion. “I’m a predator hybrid, so we have a bit better sense of smell than prey does.” I nod. “I’ll take the room on the right.” He says his voice rolls with timber and is laced with sap. He looks at the two men and me standing together, and he says. “I think we should use the basement room as a sort of room for heats and ruts considering that when the door is shut, you can’t smell anything. I nod. The door also locks from the outside and the inside, so I can give Jimin the keys while I’m in heat or you all when you are in your ruts.” I see the men a bit flushed at the topic of me bringing up my heats and their ruts. It’s understandable due to our primal need to have offspring because of our spliced-up DNA and the mutations. “That sounds like a good idea.” Jungkook agrees with Taehyung.

 “Okay, and the washer and dryer are on the first floor, it is off to the side of the living room's bathroom.” I say, looking at Jimin. “You all ready to go unpack some more?” I watch them nod, and Taehyung carries the boxes up into the room to the right of my room. I hear the washer's classic ding and click as it closes and it starts. I can hear Jimin scurrying around downstairs.

 I go back into my bathroom and I look around, feeling better. I notice a soft smell of incense, amber, and lily of the valley. I smile to myself, feeling as if a calm hand smoothed down my back. I recognize that must be Jimin's scent. I feel better now. I go back outside of my room and I go to the kitchen, noticing it's almost 1 p.m. I get up and I open my fridge, I pull out some fish and veggies. I slide a knife into the plastic that covers the fish, separating it from the cardboard labeling put in the vacuum-sealed pack. I grab my meat-cutting board made of stone. I set the fish on the cutting board, went to my cabinet, and picked out lemon salt and pepper to season it with. I smear the top of the salmon with the mixture of salt, butter, lemon, and pepper. I chop up the veggies on a wooden cutting board, and I place them on a baking sheet with oil and some salt, pepper, and steak seasoning. I place the fish in the middle of the veggies, my stomach growling in anticipation, thinking of how good the veggies will taste with the fatty fish oil seeping into them.

 I open the oven, a gust of warmth filling the space, and I set the pan on the top rack and close the oven's door. I stand up, and I find four plates, and I set them down on the counter. I look at the time, deciding to check on them in 20 minutes. I look around the house, think about helping the men with a few unpacking things in the meantime. 

I go and see Jimin looking around his room, happy that his tail is wagging, and I chuckle a bit. I think I’ll just let him explore a bit first. I go up the stairs and I see Taehyung upstairs folding his clothes and placing them into organized piles. I see his ears twitch back in response to my steps, his attention taken by the sound. I know he knows I’m there, even if he doesn’t turn around to acknowledge it.

 I start picking up clothes and folding them, standing beside him by the bed. I fold the clothes, a certain smell wafting up into my nose. I catch the scent of cotton, vetiver, cedar, and a bit fiery at the end. I get a bit curious and I lean closer to the man, fighting my internal mind to take a quick smell, saying to myself that's going to make you look so weird. He comes closer to me. “If you want to sniff me, you can, I don’t mind.” I look up at him, but he looks down at me with soft, kind eyes and gives a nod.

 I lean in and I take a smell of him and find out the smell is, in fact, coming from him. I back away a bit, and I stand there folding his white shirt again. I stand there basking in his calming manly scent while I help him fold his laundry. After a while, I feel something tickling the back of my thigh slowly, and I look behind me and see his tail brushing the back of my legs. I go back to folding, finding the sensation comforting me even more. I pick up half of the stack of pants, putting them in the bottom drawer of the large dresser he hauled up the stairs by himself. I pass him as he goes to put the rest of the pants in the open space in the bottom drawer. I grab a stack of shirts and put them in the second-lowest drawer. We do this until all his clothes are put away, no need for talking when the environment is so calm.

 I walk over to the far side of the room and try picking up the box. I feel a tail wrap around my waist, the tip stroking my right hip. “Don’t, I’ll get it.” I look up at him, looking down at me, giving a sweet smile. I stand up, moving out of the way, letting him pick up the box. I feel his tail slowly releasing me and unraveling from my waist. He bends down and picks up the box easily. I watch him walk to the other side of the room and set down his box. I watch him set up some of his decorations. I debate in my head whether to stay or go, and I decide to leave him to settle into his new room. 

I go down to the kitchen and grab some tea. I make my tea and I look out the window to the backyard and I sigh content with the peacefulness I finally feel being in my own house and protected. I do some cooking, and I decided to make simple pasta for dinner. I fed the men once they all joined back in the kitchen. We laugh and talk for a while, and they leave for the night. I see them off. I clean up and look out the window, seeing nothing, and that comforts me. I go up to my room, nearly crawling up the stairs, realizing I have work tomorrow. 

I put on a simple t-shirt and I walk to my bed, lie down and pass out within seconds. I wake up the next day well-rested, and I can still smell Jimin's sweet androgynous scent in my bathroom as I wash my face and brush my teeth. I put on my uniform of disgustingly blue scrubs, I run downstairs and grab a bottle of liquid that is one of the most trusted and tested brands on the market. I read the label of the bottle with the red viscous substance in it. I read the label ‘Sentireobsturoin’. I read the label, and it says to take 1.5 ml for every hour it will be needed. I think for a second before figuring that I need to take 12 ml. I pour the syrupy liquid into the cup, and I throw it back like a shot. I grimace at the taste of it. I grab my purse and head for the door. 

I go to work and I clock in, waving hi to my good friend Saku, “Where the hell have you been?” She grabs my shoulders and gives me a little shake as she playfully reprimands me. She gasps and chips a bit at my ears. I chuckle and watch her tail swish behind her. “You got your ears!” She squishes my cheeks together, my lips pursing. “I knew you’d just be the cutest little bunny, but not a LOP RABBIT!” I try to speak my speech, muffled by her squishing my face, “I’ve been finding some roommates.” 

She lets go of my face and looks me in my eyes. “Is she more fun than I am?” She wipes a fake tear. “Is that what’s happening now?” she looks off into the distance dramatically, “I see how it is then.” I chuckle at her and shove her shoulder playfully. “No, they are not gonna replace you.” I roll my eyes and I put on my lab coat and wash my hands, putting on gloves. “One of those girls is going to be trying to take my place.” I chuckle, “One of those GUYS are not going to take your place, Saku.” She pauses, putting on her glove, and looks at me 

“GUYS?” she looks at me and I nod. “How many men?” she looks shocked. “Seven,” I say, and she grabs my shoulders again, this time not playfully but with shock and urgency. “SEVEN!” she looks around conspiratorially. “Are any of them cute?” I roll my eyes and scoff, but she just looks at me with a be so for real nook, and I look to the side before looking back with a sigh, “Okay, yeah, but that’s not important.” She squeals a bit, excited about eventually meeting them. I eventually get to work after being asked thousands of questions and brutally interrogated for nearly 20 minutes.

 I finally sit down at my microscope and look at the new colony of bacteria that is developing to help suppress heat under the microscope. I work for a while making hypotheses about how to disconnect the A T connection and use a C G from Hiv to break down the area of the DNA that makes the body go into heat. After a while of tweaking the smallest bits of the gene she successfully severs the A and T connection and she gets up and logs the findings in document typing up her procedures in great detail and I get up after a while seeing it was about time for her lunch break I read over what I have so far and I get up and I go to the cafeteria and sit down with Saku and she looks me up and down.

“Which one do you think is hot?” I make a noise of annoyance. I look in her eyes, and she looks in mine. We stay like that until she breaks me. “Fine, god, you’re pushy.” I joke. “I think they’re all pretty hot, okay, happy?” She nodded, “Let me meet them, I want to show them who’s boss.” I watch her fox tail flick back and forth. “Stop being so mischievous,” she pouts. “I can’t help it, you were mine first after all.” I chuckle, “Oh yeah, you laid such a good claim on me, they knew about you right away. “Really!” Her tail wags a bit more with happiness. “No.” She stops and rolls her eyes. “Don’t be teasing me like that, you sarcastic prick.” She whines, and I smirk slightly at her teasing back instead of questioning everything I do. 

After lunch ends, I go back to my desk to type up the reports for the next few hours, and look at genetic testing and analyze genetic codes. I get up after a while, taking off my gear and putting it in the locker, and throwing away the disposable items. I grab my purse and I grab the keys to my car. I would normally talk with Saku while I did this, but I stayed longer to finish up a report on a turtle hybrid's genetic makeup. I walk out of my car and open it, sit on the plush driver's seat, and shut the door. I sit there for a minute to calm down after the long week I've been having. I start my car and make my way through the city til I hit the edge, and then from then on it's a few cars and forest. I turn up the radio as a song plays, it's some random R&B song from the 2000s that I had forgotten about. I make my way through the long roads and the twisted, contorted roads to my home that I take every day. I pull up to the house, and I see a familiar black van with the license plate BNG TAN on it, and I pull up next to the car and park beside it. 

I open my car door and get out, grabbing my leather purse before shutting the door and walking up the path to my door. I open my door to see Taehyung on my couch and Namjoon on the phone, pacing in the dining room. I look at Taehyung with a questioning look on my face. “What's happening here?” I say in a hushed tone. He looked up at me with kind eyes. “The others moved their stuff in today while you were at work.” I catch Namjoon's eyes, and he gives me a short nod and goes back to talking and pacing. 

I go up to my room, the stairs creaking as I go into the familiar room that smells much better now that it’s not tainted with the smell of my fear. I turn to my door closing it striping off my shirt and pants changing to jeans and a light sweater and I place them on my bed and I open my bathroom and i put my clean undergarments on the towel rack besides my shower and I get in feeling the warm water ripping the tension from my back my bones seem to let out a pur of satisfaction at the warmth. I rub my traps, letting out a sigh of relief. I massage my own back feetign th taught skin under my fingers as the muscle under is hard and tense, I dig my fingers into the knots in my lower to mid back wincing at a particular knot by my hips, My lips part the water streaming down my body the droplets falling and dragging down the curve of my arms and back. My eyebrows pinch together when I feel something twitching behind my back. “Oh god, I got my tail, didn’t I?” I let out a sigh and then remember that I’m in the shower, so I grab my shampoo and I wash my hair and my ears and I reach back stroking the shampoo through my tail's fur. I sud up my shampoo before washing it out, making sure that it is all out before I condition it. I lather on the conditioner, letting it sit for a bit while I wash my face. I wash my conditioner out and wash my body.

 I step out of the shower, looking in my mirror at the cute tail that grows out of my lumbar spinal section, and I look at the cute brown, black, and white spots on it, chuckling, and I reach down to dry my tail and the rest of my body and hair after. I put on my undergarments, I go to my bed, and I grab my clothes, putting them on before going downstairs. 

I find Taehyung on the couch, and I sit next to him watching some boring TV show that just came on. I watch the tigers tail rest on the couch and how the end flicks up and down slowly I look to the side and get up to go into the kitchen for a glass of water so I get up off the couch and I look out the window seeing namjoons tall figure outside moving a very large bookshelf into the guest house. 

I am not shocked at that since he is a Kodiak hybrid, and he works out there’s no doubt about it. I look towards the back of the yard and I see a little brown otter prancing around near a pond that I put some fish in a few years ago. I chuckle, realizing that’s Jimin in his otter form. I watch the boys do their work, entertained by the scene in front of my eyes, far more than the tv show in the living room I can still hear the faint sound of it in the background I can make out a few words here and there but I’m more focused on the boys outside. 

I smile as all my attention is on them when I feel a warm slim tail slither from the divet of my knee to wrap around my waist, and I feel a presence behind me. I turn to find Taehyung looking down into my eyes with his warm, round ones. “Are you enjoying the view?” 

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Chapter 3 TEASER

Tuhka

(BTS{ot7} x Reader)

Warning/Themes; ABO, Mature Themes

Note: Hi! I'm excited to say that I'm almost done with my third chapter.

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I open the door to see a tall tiger with ears flicking and tail softly wagging. I watch antlers appear and I look at the otter hybrid “Hi guys” I give a soft smile and wave I watch the tigers tail wag a bit I chuckle and I see the otters tail wag too “Hi Y/N” I look at the medium sized oak clock on the wall that is covered in a glossy coat. “Come in.” The tiger walks in the door, and the other two follow him. “Here, have a seat. I’ll get you guys something to drink.” They take their shoes off before sitting down on the couch and chairs. “How does coffee sound?” I walk into my beautiful kitchen. “Water is just fine.” Jimin answers from the couch. I go over to my shelves, grab some old glasses, and set them down on the counter. I fill them up with cool tap water. I think about how I’m going to carry them all out while the last glass fills up. But before I get to worry too much, Jimin enters the kitchen. “Here, sweetheart, let me get those for you.” He picks up all three glasses and brings them to the other two hybrids. I sit down on the couch beside the tiger. “Thank you so much for the water, with how much stuff we have today, we’ll need it.”

 I smile softly at him. “Don’t worry about it, I didn’t get to talk to you much yesterday, you’re Taehyung, right?” He returns the soft smile, pressing his lips together in a line. “Yeah, I have been wanting ot talk to you more.” One of the ears on my head lifts a bit, showing my curiosity. “That’s cute.” He says his eyes scrunching up into half circles. I feel the tips of my ears warm up bashfully. “Have you guys made arrangements yet?” I ask, trying to change the subject. He lets out a breath.

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Tuhka Bonus 

Author's note: Hi, this is just a bonus chapter to hold over while I write the new chapter and it gives us some insight without having to constantly change pov’s in the middle of the story. 

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I slip into the passenger seat next to a slightly flushed SeokJin. “What’s with the smile on your face?” Jungkook says. “I’m just happy we got a new house.” I  turn to face forward. “No, there’s more Namjoon I  can tell,” Jungkook says. I  think to myself, slowly picking through my brain for excuses, but I  only come up with the truth. “I am happy because I  got the chance to scent her.” Jimin pops his head between the front two seats. “I feel the same, it’s a shame I  had to clear her scent, she smells so good,” Jimin says, his voice laced with honey. “You’re telling us? I  could barely hold back from asking to take a smell of her.” Taehyung says in his classically deep voice. Namjoon looks in the rear-view mirror and chuckles, his eyes scrunching up and dimples indenting his cheeks at the sight of Taehyung's long, fluffy tail wagging to and fro. “Taehyung, control your tail!” Jungkook whines as he gets hit by the man's fluffy tail, and Namjoon chuckles. “Who wants to live in the house with her?” Namjoon looks at Jimin, who is staring out the window as usual. 

“I think Jimin should be the one to live in the main house with her,” Namjoon says plainly. “I think that’s the best option, too. He is home more often than we. he is a beta, and he is a certified caregiver for both omegas and alphas." Says Hoseok Now that leaves two rooms for two more of you. “Should we have two more people stay with her in case of any issues?” I look back at the others. “Maybe one more person in there, and then three people in the guest house, and two in the closest houses she has been caring for,” Jin suggests. “Who do we have live with her?” Yoongi asks. “She will probably be more comfortable if there is an Alpha there. Especially before her heats.” Namjoon says. “She is comfortable with me, but I won't be there a lot of the time.” He thinks for a while. “Jungkook or Taehyung?” He looks back at the men. 

“I can, I enjoy the cuddling and stuff anyway. Our cycles are different, too, where Jungkook and her cycles would line up.” Taehyung suggests. He can't hide the sight of his tail wagging behind him. “Okay Taehyung, but if her heat clouds your judgment and you mess this up for us, I’ll have your neck.” Taehyung nods from the back. “Okay, Jin will live in the second house with Jhope and Jungkook, and Yoongi and I will live in the last house.” Everyone makes gestures to indicate that they understand. “Taehyung, when you're helping Jimin and Jungkook with moving tomorrow, make an effort to talk with her. I know you didn’t get to talk with her much since you were inspecting the property.” Namjoon commands. “I will,” Taehyung responds, a feeling creeping up his spine at remembering the smell of the creep who disturbed her the night before. “I’ll protect her, don’t you doubt that…”

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Pick up your phone

Dealer Namjoon x Reader

Smut

Warnings: smut, oral! F receiving, p in v, making out, drugs, in-depth rolling scene

I lay there in bed, music in the background, while I  take the last hit of my roach. I  breathe in the smoke, laying my head back, and I  hold it in my airways, calm, used to the feeling of the smoke burning the inside of my lungs, and I  breathe out the smoke coming out in a rolling cloud above me. I  sit there and let it sink in for a second. I  feel the vibration of my phone, and I  look to the side where it vibrates on my couch, and I  look at the caller ID. “Joon,” a name I  gave my drug dealer on my phone. I  pick up the call. “Yo I  just got some new shit and it’s strong as hell you should come over and try some.” I  listen to a raspy voice filled with a full, timber sound. “Okay, I’ll be there in 10.” I  hang up, look around my small apartment, and see a gray hoodie, and throw it on. 

I grab my phone and my wallet and go out the door. I  go down my apartment stairs, smelling the cleaning liquid smell yet the walls are somehow still dirty and peeling. I  step out of my building and I  start walking down the street, my breath can be seen in the cool night air, the streets lit up by the street lamps, the road glossy with the rain from no more than ten minutes ago. I  pass the trash cans and the alleyways and I  see his building in the distance I  walk up to the front door and I  step into the buffer room between getting into the apartment and the request or code entry door I  look down the panel and I  click on number 24 the buttton sticks down for a second before popping back and I  hear the god awful buzzing noise I  stand there for a second and the door clicks I  open the door and I  can smell the stench of old carpet and dust I  go up the old stairs of my dealers apartment. I  go up to door 24 and I  knock on it. I  see a tall man in the doorway, and her leans against the doorway and looks down at me with his sharp eyes, dyed hair, and honeyed cheekbones catch the light. “What’s up?” He brings his hand out, and I   take my hand out of my pocket, and I   raise mine to him and I   dap him up.

 “Living, working, breathing the usual.” He gives me a nod before stepping aside, letting me in. I  step into the familiar apartment, and he follows behind me after closing the door. I  sit down on his leather couch and he scoffs out a chuckle his dimples shown off “move over big butt” I  chuckle and I  scoot to the other side and he plops down on his brown leather couch he bends down and he picks up a bin and takes out his rolling try from under the table setting it on top of the table with the bin beside it. He picks through the baggies, and he grabs one. I  watch his long, nimble hands go through the different plastic bags, and he picks up one. He takes it in his hand, opens it up, reaches into the baggie, picks out some bud, and opens up his beaten-up chrome painted grinder. He places the bud on the metal spikes he reaches into the bag for some more, and places a nice piece of bud on the spikes. He does a sprinkling motion above the opening of the bag, and he takes the top of the grinder iron mavening the bud between the two ends before picking it up, and he starts twisting the breaking up the bud and the seeds, straining out the stems and seeds. 

He opens the grinder he looks in the bottom of the grinder, and puts it in the rolling tray. He pulls a paper out of the little tan package that says raw on it in bright red letters. He takes a little bit of cardstock, like paper, out of the little skinny stack from the same brand, and he starts making an accordion-like fold to it before he starts making it into a circle. He takes the little folded up hard paper between his lips before he picks up the thin piece of paper and he makes a little dent in the paper and he measures out the filter length with his eyes and he puts the filter at the end and holds it and he starts sprinkling the broken up bud into the little dent area filling it up before he starts rolling it up. He gets to the end and he starts licking the edge before he attaches it to the side I  watch him lick his plump lips before he starts laying the paper down on eachother and he grabs his lighter and he ignites it he holds the wet side of the joint over the flame and it sizzles a bit. He looks on top and he holds it, grabbing the string of his hoodie he is wearing and packing it down, and he uses the last bit of bud to sprinkle in and fill the extra space, packing it in and he twists the end closed. 

He lights it up, and he looks at me. “Open.” I  open my mouth a bit, and he places the joint between my lips. I  close them around the filter, and I  watch him light it up, looking at his eyes, which are focused on the tip of the joint, looking down with his straight lashes still against his warm skin. I  look up to where his hair falls against his forehead ever so softly, and as I  watch, the smoke rises into the air, leaving the air with a slight “herbal” smell. I  look at him as he watches the ashes burn on the end, and he looks up into my eyes, catching me gazing down at him. I  look away from his eyes as he catches me looking down at his focused face and the way his tongue peeks out of his mouth to lick his bottom lip slightly. I  breathe in the smoke, and I  watch him take the joint from between my lips, and I  breathe the smoke out. He turns on his music, and we start taking hits off the joint. I  watch his lips wrap around the joint. “What have you been up to, princess?” He looks at me, “Nothing. I’ve just been around. Do you know what I  mean?” He nods and hands it to me, “Yeah, I  do, you still going with that guy?” He asks, looking at me. “No, I  left him a while ago; he wasn’t doing what I  needed.” 

I look at him, and he looks down at my lips. “I still remember that kiss you gave me.” He looks back into my eyes. “The sweet taste of your lips still stains my mouth, princess.” He knows exactly what that nickname does to me. I  chuckle. “You’re funny, Nam, I  swear.” I  hand it back to him. I  watch him take a long hit before saying, “You think I’m fucking with you but you ain’t know huh?” He blows out the rest of the smoke. I  hold my hand out to take the joint, but instead, he takes another hit and cradles the side of my face, holding my cheek and part of the back of my neck and head and he brings me close, staring into my eyes with his burning gaze. I  watch his plump lips part and blow out billowing smoke and I  suck the smoke in I  see his eyebrow cock slightly. After he is done exchanging smoke with me, and presses his lips against mine. I  kiss him back, my eyes fluttering shut. He sucks on my bottom lip a bit before tugging on it with his teeth and I  open my mouth for him. I  feel his tongue in my mouth. I  follow his lead and slightly take over my hand travels from the couch to his thigh, then from his thigh to go up his body. I  give him a slight slap on his cheek, but he grabs my hand and places it on his throat instead. I  bring my hands behind his head, and I  make a soft whine into the kiss. I  kneel on the couch, and he knows what this means. He places his hands on my ass and he flips me on top of his lap. I’m now straddling him, and we keep kissing this time even more hungrily. 

I pull away after a while, panting a bit. He continues to kiss me, this time nipping at my jaw and neck. He nips the spot between my ear and jaw, and my eyes close for a second. I  feel his soft pink tongue flick out and lick the spot he had just nipped at. He leaves sloppy kisses and hickeys down my neck, and he begins to move my hips, creating friction between my jeans and his sweatpants. I  sigh in pleasure. “Such a pretty girl.” He praises, I  feel warm hands feathering on my skin, sending a chill down my spine. He leans forward and whispers in my ear, his breath against my ear, “Take it off.” I  comply by taking off my shirt and hoodie. His eyes flick down my body, taking in my breasts and the curve of my waist and my stomach. He leans forward, one hand cradling my neck and one on my hip. I  feel his warm plush lips on my skin he nips and sucks down my neck to my chest. I  let out small noises of approval, and he kisses my left breast. I  feel him purr softly against my skin. I  feel his hand dragging down my neck and unclipping my bra like a pro. I  have no doubt he has done this countless times before, but I  don’t care. I  watch him slide his long fingers under the straps and drag the lacey fabric down my arms. I  watch him look at my breasts with his fiery, sharp eyes. “What a beautiful woman.” He takes my bra and sets it off to the side by my hoodie and shirt. He leaves sloppy kisses down my chest to my breasts and he sucks on my left nipple and nips then he goes to my right pulling away with saliva connecting him to my chest. He licks the saliva off my breast, and he brings my face towards his and kisses me roughly. I  feel him hold my hips with his wide, strong hands, and he unbuttons my jeans, helping me slip them off. 

He slips his sweatpants off along with his hoodie. I  watch him expose his muscular chest and arms I  can feel the warmth of his large thighs under my butt. I  feel him hold me to his chest and cradle the back of my neck as he lays me down on my back. He grinds against me, teasing me with the friction of his boxers on my panties. “You’re so wet already?” he looks into my eyes. “What a good girl,” he smirks, and he pulls me into a kiss again. He pulls away a slight sucking noise made as we part. He kisses down my body, and he kisses my inner thighs. He pushes my panties to the side. “Oh my sweet girl.” rumble out from his chest and he leaves soft kisses on my lips he licks them with gentle strokes he teases my slit with his tongue before leaving a wide stroke with his tongue on my slit he uses his hand and spreads my lips open a bit before leaving open mouth kisses on my pussy he starts licking around my clit. I  look down at him, and I  see his predatory eyes looking up at me. I  look away, a bit embarrassed. He smirks and he starts sucking on my clit I  whine a bit and he uses his finger to tease around my entrence. I  moan. He works his beautifully soft tongue on me as he starts to slip his long index finger into me. I  moan under his control at his mercy. I  feel his finger inside of me. I  feel how it curls his fingertip, working against my G-spot. I  moan as he works his finger in me, and I  feel him eventually slip another one in. I  let out small noises and my hips slightly buck, that's when I  feel a heavy arm placed across my hips putting pressure on a certain spot in me, externally adding pleasure to the already intense feeling on the inside. I  feel my body tensing up and my mind going a little foggy. “Namjoon-” He continues his attack of pleasure on my body. I  feel a sense of overwhelming feelings rushing over me all at once, and then I  feel numb and a bit dizzy.

 He had stopped during my coming to reality, and he licked his index finger. I  pant. He pulls me in for a kiss, slipping his tongue coated with my juices inside my mouth. I  moan in the kiss as he presses his large hand against my lower stomach again a spike of pleasure rushing through my pussy. He takes his boxers off. I  feel something heavy poking at my leg and I  pull away and look down at his thick cock. I  look at the way it is thickest in the middle, and I  feel saliva fill my mouth a little. He slides his hand between my thighs, and he takes one leg and places it on his shoulder. “I’ll take my time, princess.” He rummages in his pants pocket, pulling out his wallet and a condom. He tears it with his fingers and he slides the pink rubber on his cock. I  watch him line up with my entrance, and then he looks up and grabs the back of my head, holding it. “Let me see your pretty face as it goes in, baby.” He slowly presses it into me. I  feel my eyebrows pinch together, and I  nibble on the back of my bottom lip. He looks down at me, and I  moan at the stretch. He does as he says and takes his time letting me adjust to how thick he is. I  breathe out heavily as he begins to pull out and go back in. “It’s okay, princess, look at me,” he says, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “You feel that?” He thrusts in a bit deeper, and I  close my eyes. “Fuck” he grunts. I  moan as I  feel him thrusting deep inside of me at a moderate pace, making the thrusts all the sweeter. I  throw my head back as he plays with my right breast and nips and bites at my neck. 

I moan and wrap my arms around his back, holding onto him for support. He hits a certain spot that goes past my G-spot. He hits a spot so deep within me I  never even knew it existed til now. I  moan and tense around him. I  hear his moans and his occasional growling. I  feel him press down on my lower stomach again, and I  moan as he grinds into me hard. I  claw onto his hips, pulling him towards me as my mouth goes towards his shoulders, laving at his skin, nipping at his collarbone. I  hear his moans from above me. I  feel him picking up his pace. I  whine at the feeling. He rubs his thumb against my clit. “You want to act like a little brat?” He growls in my ear. “I’ll show you how much I  can tease you.” I  moan as he picks up pace, and I  feel my whole body tense up again. “I’m gonna com-” He thrusts into me deeper, and I  whine. I  feel my orgasm coming in heavily. I  feel him stop all of a sudden, and I  whine. 

“You want to come?” I  nod, “Use your words.” I  pout. “Don’t pout.” I  look up at him, “I want to come.” I  say quietly. “I can't hear you speak up,” he commands. “I want to come,” I  say louder. “Ask nicely,” he says in a stern voice. “Can I  come, please?” I  look up at him with begging eyes. “Good girl,” he smirks a bit and he starts rubbing my clit again. I  feel him starting to thrust into me deep. I  moan and hold onto his back as his thrusts start to become faster. I  arch my back, and my mind goes blank as he kisses down my neck to my chest. “Namjoon” rolls off my tongue before I  feel my body tense up and my mind goes blank. I  can only feel his hand on my hip tightening and his dick thrusting deeply in me. I  cum on his dick clenching around him. I  came to him a few seconds later to find him groaning and slowly unsheathing himself from me. He takes the condom off, tying it before he throws it in his garbage can near us.

 I  am lying there panting, and he picks me up, helping me sit up. I  sit up against the back of the couch as he gets up, grabbing a wet towel to clean me up, and I  shudder, feeling overstimulated. “Sorry,” he says, and he throws the rag by the bathroom door. He bends down, picking up his underwear, and he slips his boxers on before he grabs my underwear and his hoodie. He kneels by my feet, he puts my underwear on for me, and he gets up. “Arms up.” I  listen to him and raise my arms above my head. He slips the hoodie over me, and I  take in the scent of his hoodie, which smells like his cologne and weed. We sit there. “That was good,” I  say, looking away, a bit embarrassed. “It was.” He agrees, and he relights the joint. He takes a hit, then passes it to me. “I always want you when I’m coming down.” He chuckles and looks at his hands. I  look at him, “I always wait for your call.”

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WE ARE SO BACK SQUAD

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ULTIMATE MASTERLIST

SERIES

angst=♤ Smut=♧ fluff=♡ hybrid/ABO=☆

Tuhka Hybrid!Ot7 x Hybrid!Reader ♤♧♡☆

Once in a lifetime Soulmate!Ot7 x Psychic!Reader ♤♡♧

Bookworm Idol!Namjoon x Author!Reader ♤♧♡

ONESHOTS

Kim Namjoon

Pick up your phone ♧

Kim Seokjin

to be continued

Min Yoongi

Suga Kisses ♧

Jung Hoseok

to be continued

Park Jimin

to be continued

Kim Taehyung

to be continued

Jeon Jungkook

Never enough ♤

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Tuhka Chapter 2

Description: In this chapter, Y/N faces a secret omega’s worst nightmare living alone. Will she agree to house the 7 males?

Warning: slightly intimate scene but they don’t tear it up yet.

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I lay in bed after putting on my flannel shorts and a plain cotton tank top so I don't get too warm. I grab my big Pendleton blanket as I lay in bed, sitting my pillows up against the headboard so I can watch TV for a while. I flip through my mind thinking about the men and their collective profile. I look over their profile again and again, biting the inside of my cheek. I hear a snap from outside, my ear flicks to the sound, and I start to feel uneasy.Why am I reacting like this? I’ve lived out in the woods for so many years; why now am I scared about some branch snapping when I’m used to living in a place surrounded by animals and other creatures alike? I make my way downstairs quietly, and I see there is someone outside my house. It looks like he’s sniffing at the air. I cower a bit, but then I rush to the door and I lock it before going to the windows and pulling the curtains together to shield any view of the outside, and I run around my house making sure all my doors and windows are closed. I sit there as I hear the man outside: “I can smell you; there is no use in hiding, little omega.” I dig my fingers into the side of my thigh, creating soft divots in my meaty flesh. I draw my hands up, dragging them to hold onto the hem of my shirt. I think as hard and logically as I can; my ears are only half grown out, still, flick and flop with angst as I listen to the heavy breathing.

 I slowly scurry away into my bathroom and lay pillows and blankets on top of my old rug, and I lay down, finally feeling a bit safer in the bathroom. I lay down, shivering, unable to sleep comfortably, so I started rearranging my makeshift bed, and I lay down, finally being able to sleep after adding some clothes for more padding, keeping me up off the hard floor just beneath the carpet. I woke up the next day. I sit there for a while and smell the air, and I don’t smell the alpha’s stench anymore. I sit up, feeling my bones ache a bit from being forced to sleep on the floor of my bathroom. I look around, and I realize, “Oh shit. I look under me, seeing that I have managed to build a nest under myself. I get up, and I look at it a bit scared, realizing that my omega instincts must have taken over due to the alpha scaring me last night. I get up and walk out of my bathroom. I close the door behind me. I sit in my bed for a while disassociating, and I open my phone to the roommate's website. I turn on the app, and my fingers slide across the screen, and I look at the 7 males' requests. I watch the small blue “accept request” button and click. I received a notification of a text a few minutes later: “Hello, I’m Kim Namjoon, pack leader of Bangtan. I see you have accepted our request to make a deal. When would be a suitable time for us to meet up to discuss this further?” I open the text and read it over again. “So formal.” I chuckle breathily. I tap on the text bar, and my keyboard pops up. “Hi! I would like to meet as soon as possible. When would that be for you?” I press send, and I sit reading over my text, making sure it doesn’t sound too desperate when three bubbles bounce in my messages telling me he’s typing. “We can meet later today at three. Where should we meet you?” I think about it, and I get a bit scared, my imagination running wild with imagining the alpha waiting outside for me. I text back, typing up, “I’m sorry if it’s an inconvenience, but can we meet at my place? I had a bad scare last night. An alpha had been outside my house. It seemed like he was almost hunting me more than trying to seek me out, and I don’t feel quite ready to go outside yet.” I wait for a response, the air feeling a bit suffocating and…my lip quivering. When did I start tearing up? I watch the little text bubbles appear. “Of course we can. Does 3 P.M. sound okay? When we arrive, I will have two of the others check around the property, and even if you don’t agree to let us room with you, please let us scent the general area of the house and such to make sure you’re safe.” I read it, wiping my eye with the soft fabric of my t-shirt, and I type, “Yes, thank you, that would be nice.”

I get up not in a hurry since it’s okay at 8 A.M.I make myself a light breakfast, making a big pot of rice, making an egg to put on top, and adding kimchi to a bowl of rice. I eat my rice, making sure to scrape every last grain out of the bowl before going upstairs to bathe and change. I walk into my room to get to my bath, but I stop when I remember the nest in there. I take my shower caddy downstairs, and I go to the bathroom downstairs. My clothes lift off my body, feeling the soft cotton brush my ears and arms, and my undergarments slip down my thighs. I get in the shower, and I feel the water pelt softly at my skin, the warm water dripping down my every curve and divet. I stand there and sigh softly, my sore muscles releasing a bit of tension, and I start wetting my hair, my fingers working between the strands to soak my hair as evenly as possible. I pour some shampoo into my hand, and I lather my scalp in it, the bubbles blooming between my fingers that work through my hair. I stand facing away from the stream again, letting the soapy bubbles rush down my hair and down the drain. I wash my body using a body wash. I used to use the human brands, the ones that smelled like vanilla, but after I changed, I ordered from the hybrid brand called “Instinct.” It is an unscented body wash. It was odd finally buying hybrid body wash and shampoo because, unlike human body washes, these don’t have scents; they only have vitamins, so you only have to pick what your body needs versus what smells best. I feel my ears twitch, and I sigh and reach into my caddy. I pull out earplugs and put them in my lop ears. I wash up the rest of the way and step out of the shower, brushing my teeth, and then I put on my new clothes, getting the house neat, cleaning, and grooming the house for the impending visit only an hour away.I sit on the couch, and the time reads 2:56 P.M. I sit there picking at my nails nervously, nibbling my lip.

I hear crackling from outside and see a dark van pulling up in the driveway. I look out my window, only letting the curtain open enough for me to catch a peek. I see a tall man come out the passenger side, and I see a shorter man step out the driver's side, and I look at the back, seeing three other men come out the right, and one man steps out with a big set of antlers over his head. I am confused looking at him; his antlers are wider and are more on the sides of his head, so he couldn’t be a deer or elk hybrid. I think for a second, but my mind draws blanks trying to think of other animals with antlers. I watch as one last man comes out; on the left side, he has little orange ears peeking out of his curly hair, and I stare in awe at the contrast of his dark, curly, black hair vs. the orange, white, and black ears. I squeak a bit as I see the tallest man turn his head before walking, and I think to myself, “I hope I wasn’t caught peeking at them.”

I try to calm my pattering heart when I hear a knock on the door. I open it up and see the tallest man just outside the warmth of my cozy home. I stand at the entrance and look up at him, adjusting my gaze from his chest to his face, and I stand a bit farther back. “Hello, you must be Namjoon.” I say to him, my heart pattering, “Hi, you must be Y/N. Did my pack and I scare you? Your heart is beating fast.” I scold myself internally, looking away briefly from the devastatingly beautiful man. “It’s not your fault I had a bad scare last night.” I look back up at him. “Speaking of these, these are my pack members.” He moved to the side to reveal all 6 other men. “As you know, I’m Kim Namjoon. I am a Kodiak bear hybrid. I’m the leader of the pack.” He wraps his arm around the man next to him. He was about the same height but just a bit shorter. “This is Kim SeokJin. We are not related; he is a Golden Hamster hybrid, and he is seen as the sort of caretaker of the pack with physical needs.” I meet his gaze and he waves to me softly I wave back at him. He then grabs the short, pale man's shoulder. “This is Min Yoongi. He is a Black Panther hybrid. He has a sort of lookout role.” The shorter man mumbles, “Hi.” I watch as Namjoon points to the man with more pointed ears. “That is Jung Hoseok; he is a raccoon hybrid, and his role is to protect emotionally and physically.” He points to the man with small rounded ears.

“That is Park Jimin. He is a North American river otter. His role in the pack is to take care of the pack's emotional needs and help SeokJin take care of the pack’s physical needs.” He looks very cheery and cute. Namjoon points to the second-tallest man with round orange and black ears and white hair sprouting from the center. “That is Kim Taehyung; we are not related either.” Namjoon lets out a breathy laugh. “He is a Siberian tiger. His role in the pack is protection and affection. He likes physical affection, so that is what he provides for everyone.” Namjoon points to the man with the antlers. “That is Jeon Jungkook; he is a moose hybrid. His role in the pack is protection on the inside and outside.” I look up at the moose hybrid; he looks surprisingly strong being a moose hybrid.

I look back to Namjoon, my eyes dancing over the little ears on their heads and catching the ends of their tails; the man named Taehyung had a long, puffy tail. I watched the end as it flicked, aggravated by something. I look at the shorter, round-faced man, Jimin; he has a long tail tapered into a point, and I watch it wag back and forth, and I chuckle. “Hi, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet all of you. Come inside; it’s getting cold out there, I bet.” I step aside, letting them in. I watch as the tall men all file in. I sit in my brown single chair. “Go on, sit down,” I say in a kind, soft tone. I watch them take off their shoes and slowly fill the seats. I only had 7 seats in the living room, and I cursed myself for not buying that stupid leather sectional. “Here, take my seat.” I stand up talking to the otter hybrid, otherwise known as Park Jimin. He looks at me. I notice we are not too far off from being the same height. “No, you sit down in the chair. I’ll be alright, sweetheart.” He says his voice has an oddly flirtatious but mischievous tone. I sit down on the chair again as he comes around the back of the chair and stands behind me. I sit and look at Namjoon. He adjusts himself in the chair, pushing his hips forward and then bringing them back towards the curved back of the chair, and he adjusts his sweater, brushing his pants off before speaking. “Okay, so we are interested in being your roommates, but we have an issue.”

He looks into my eyes; his energy exudes power, but not a mean power. A sort of comforting power, the sort of dominance someone looks for in a true leader.I naturally tense up when he says, “But…” I look into his eyes, waiting for him to finish his sentence. “We are seven men. We can’t share a few rooms. Judging by the size of the house, there are maybe four bedrooms, including yours.” I look at him and I begin to talk. “Yes, you’d be right. In this house, I have four bedrooms, but I own all this land up to a little past the stream and just till where the roads part at the far end. I have over 9 houses on the land; some are completely run down, but some are just a bit abandoned. If you want, I can call someone to come fix them up for you guys. I also have a second house on the property that I expected guests to use, but, well, no one has come out this far yet, so it’s been empty, but I upkeep around 5 of the houses right now.” He looks away from me, looking at the ground, seeming to be thinking. “How many rooms are there in total?” He asks meeting my eyes again to ask the question. I look away this time to think. “There are three available in this house, three in the guest house, two in the other house, and I believe there is one in the small house and two in this older house.” I made eye contact with him after remembering the best I could for all the house's rooms.

“So there are 11 rooms available in the houses that have been unkempt?” He says. I nod, looking at him.“Okay, what all would you need from us?” He looks sympathetic. “I need help with my—” I get a little choked up remembering last night and the fact that I still have a lump in my throat, but I swallow it down. “I recently found out I am an omega, and I don’t want to leave everything behind, so I need help from you guys to help disguise my scent and more for protection services, along with other things such as care for when—” I pause. “Well, you know…” I look at Namjoon, not realizing I had looked away from him. “Well, as you know, we have two betas in the pack to help you with your care needs and five alphas that are good for protection. We have two alphas who are always home and one beta who is always home, too, so we understand our agreement. I think about it for a bit. “What about bills? How will we split them?” I ask Namjoon. “I thought it would be obvious. We could pay all the bills for you. We are very well off as it is, with most of us being in high-paying jobs.” Namjoon says. “I think we have our deal,” I tell him. “Perfect.” He gives me a kind, dimpled smile.“By the way, what species are you?” He looks curious. I see his ear twitch at a breeze from the AC starting. “I’m a lop rabbit hybrid, and so are my mother and father.” I play with my mixed-colored ear that is nearly fully grown out of my head. “That’s why you have those cute rabbit ears, but they’re not standing up like an average rabbit’s. I like that it makes you look cute.” I look at the voice, and it comes from the man to my left, the man with soft facial features, pale skin, and black ears, who says in a monotone voice, I try to swallow down the blush covering my collarbones and human ears.

“Okay, so now that we have everything situated, we plan to start moving the day after tomorrow,” Namjoon says his shoulders have slightly dropped since we had agreed, but not too much; he still seems on edge. “That sounds perfect.” I give a soft smile. I suddenly feel the instinct to calm talking over me; fuck, this whole omega thing is going to be hard to deal with. “Now Hoba, Tae, and Suga hyung, can you go outside and make sure it’s safe for our new omega friend?” Namjoon turns to the men, and the tiger named Taehyung gets up. “Thank God I can smell that stench in here. It was driving me crazy.” He starts going to the front door. I watch Yoongi stand up and follow the taller man out the door. “We will make sure you can sleep better tonight. We wouldn’t want such a kind person to have any worry.” The pointed-eared Hoseok reassures. The corners of my mouth draw upwards in a smile. “Thank you all.” He nods before going past Namjoon, putting a hand on his shoulder not only as a sort of act of reassurance for the younger man but one for him too, before leaving out the door trailing behind the two big kitties.

I look at the rest of them, the otter hybrid now sitting down. “Jimin, right?” I look at him, and he smiles, not showing his teeth, but his face lights up in a glow, his cheeks contouring as if being sculpted in real time and his eyes scrunching up, nostrils turning up too, as he nods. “You’re a certified caretaker for both alphas and omegas?” I ask, genuinely interested. “Yeah, I had undergone training soon after finding out I was a beta.” He says. “That’s so interesting; my mom was debating on being one a few years ago after I started becoming more independent,” I say, remembering and trying to connect with the man. “Yeah? It’s fun for me because I enjoy taking care of others, and then having a pack here was even more of a motivator.” He says his tail is making a little thumping on the couch cushion beside him.“SeokJin?” I look at the man who has been observing this whole time, and he brings his eyes to me. “Yes?” He says his little ears perking up. “I don’t mean to offend. Are you a hamster alpha? Does that mean you’re like a big hamster or just the normal size?” I ask genuinely, not meaning to offend him. “Oh, don’t worry. I get you’re new to the whole hybrid thing; I am just a normal hamster size, maybe slightly bigger.” He chuckles softly. I nod and look at the last person.

“Hi, I’m Jungkook.” He gives a slight friendly smile. I smile back. “Hi, I’m Y/N. I couldn’t help but notice that you have hand tattoos.” Jungkook nods and lets out a little huff of laughter from his nose. “Yeah.” He answers in a slightly bashful tone. “You have any more? I think that’s so cool.” I say, and I see his ears perk forward. “Yeah, I have a sleeve tattoo.” He looks excited that he could share the information of his sleeve of tattoos. Jimin cuts in. “I also have tattoos. I have the lunar cycle down my spine and another tattoo on my ribs that says never mind, and I have a few more here and there.” I listen to him, and my eyes round out hearing that this man looks like a pure ball of joy with red cheeks and has tattoos on him. “I don’t have any because I work in a hospital setting, but I would love to get some piercings and tattoos,” I say.

After a while of more conversation, I notice Namjoon's shoulders drop since the three men went out to cleanse around the house, and as if I called them in vocally, the three men start to trail in. “We checked the property; it seems like he came from a hiking path and traveled up here. I think we cleared out all his smell, and we have marked our scents sparsely towards the path, getting heavier and heavier the closer we get to the house, so you should be okay tonight.” Hoseok says. My shoulders dropped now, not realizing my shoulders were so tense. “To be safe before we go, we should have someone reset you.” Taehyung looks down to where I am sitting. Namjoon’s voice fills my ears. “You can pick who scents you.”

I look around at Hoseok, Namjoon, Taehyung, SeokJin, and Jungkook. I don’t want to make Jungkook into a punching bag for Jimin to tease. From what I’ve seen, the men enjoy teasing one another. I find it fun, but I’m sure he would boil over in embarrassment at all the teasing, especially being the youngest. I look to Taehyung. I haven’t gotten to talk to him much, so I don’t know about him, although he seems nice. He seems a bit awkward since it’s our first time meeting. Hoseok is nice, but I didn’t get to talk with him much. Poor SeokJin is so introverted and bashful I couldn’t do that to him; the poor man would evaporate from pure flusteredness.

I look at Namjoon, and I realize I’ve made my pick: “Namjoon, will you scent me, please?” He smiles, his left dimple sinking into his cheek. “Of course.” He stands up and approaches me and lays his hand out flat to help me up, and I take it, getting up, and he looks down at me. “Can you take Jimin and me to a room with a door?” I nod and lead them to the end of the hall to my bedroom.Jimin and Namjoon come in, and Jimin closes the door. I look a bit worried, and my ears move back in an anxious position. “Oh, don’t worry; we just need to reset the scent, and we need to touch you to rescent you, so we figured you’d feel less embarrassed if it was just us.” I nod, calming down my ears and coming forward again. “Okay, I’m going to reset your scent temporarily.” Jimin comes closer, and he smells her neck; then he moves to her shoulder, then back toward her neck, and then she smells her wrists. He shakes his head softly, moves down to her thigh, and then moves up her back, focusing on her lower back and then her mid back; he smells her face. “Your scent is focused on your temples, under your chin, between your shoulder and neck, your armpit, your thigh, your lower back, and your mid back.” He says to me. “I’m just going to touch those places to reset the scent on you.”

I nod understanding. Jimin rubs his thumbs over my temples and then slides his left hand under my chin, and his fingers trace a line down my neck, gently tickling me with their warmth. He then brings his hand down, ghosting my shoulders; he slides his hands down my arms, wrapping his fingers around both of my wrists. He lifts my arms and traces the same sort of lines down my arms down to my sides and then he wraps his arms around me bringing me closer to him I can feel the warmth of his chest against mine and I feel his hand travel from my shoulder blades down the middle of my back soothingly snaking down to my lower back before bringing both hands around my hips gripping them before squatting down and then his hands travel down to the outside of my thighs and he grips onto me thighs gently my breath hitches a bit at this sudden touch my ears and clavicle burning with my flustered-ness and my unknown need for touch. I watch him stand up, and he softly smiles, “Your scent is reset now; Namjoon can rescent you.” I look at Namjoon, and Jimin leaves the room.

I look at Namjoon, his eyes sharp but soft as he comes closer. “As you know, I’m a Kodiak bear hybrid. My scent glands are located in my hands, on my chest, and my face. I’m sorry if this gets a bit intimate.” He lets out a soft huff of a chuckle. “It’s okay; I understand.” I give a reassuring smile. He walks closer, looking down at me, cupping my face in his hands, looking down at me, and he begins coming closer. I don’t know why, but I close my eyes, and I feel him rub his soft, fleshy cheek against my temple. I take a deep breath, feeling at ease, and I feel him slide his wide palms down from the area where my spine and back of my head merge, his long, slim fingers making tingles dance down my spine as if they were made of warm water. Open my eyes, looking up at him as he looks at where his left hand is trailing on my arm, his fingers catching on my tank top and bra strap. I look at the way his cheeks puff out, and I take in the curve of his plump lips and how the light catches them, how the cracks vary, each as unique as him. I look back at his eyes, looking at how his lashes stick straight down. I feel him lift my arms and smooth down my sides just as Jimin's hands did. I feel him swipe his hand right under where my ribcage lies and cup my middle back, his fingers tracing the muscles that support my spine down to my lower back. He leans down, his hands cupping my hips, and his fingers slowly trickle down to my thighs. I watch as he stands up, eyes rising above mine again. I watch as he looks into my eyes for a few seconds and then looks up at the door.“I guess it’s time for me to go.” He gives me a soft smile and walks past me, stopping in the doorway and turning back to look at me. “I’ll be sending movers and our maknaes to help move tomorrow. I nod, and he walks out the door and closes it softly. I hear the front door open and close 2 minutes later as I stand there in shock at the very intimate scenting session. I suddenly smell something. It smells like how it smells right after it rains: wet bark, wet dirt, musk, and honeysuckle. I feel a warmth taking over the parts he scented me like a hug. I finally feel a little safe.

I open the blinds and I open up some windows. I take a deep breath of the air I missed. I feel my face pulling up into a smile so happy that I won’t have to move or leave behind the place I grew up in. I go to sleep happily. The next day I woke up at 8 A.M. to hear the crickets peacefully chirping. As it gets closer to winter, the days seem to start later. I go about my day as normally as possible, not quite anxious but a bit giddy. It’s about 11 A.M. when I hear a knock on my front door. I get up to open it, and I find a taller man in my doorway…

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Tuhka chapter 2 teaser

Guys this is a small teaser before I release the full chapter 2 I am 7 pages into writing right now I'm working from off my phone right now so please be patient sound off about how excited you are in he comments and give this a like and I will post a little bonus clip from the story anyway have fun everyone!

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I lay in bed after putting on my flannel shorts and a plain cotton tank top so I don't get too warm. I grab my big Pendleton blanket, propping my pillows up against the headboard so I can watch TV for a while. I flip through my mind thinking about the men and their collective profile. I look over their profile again and again, biting the inside of my cheek. I hear a snap from outside; my ear flicks to the sound, and I start to feel uneasy. Why am I reacting like this? I’ve lived out in the woods for so many years; why now am I scared about some branch snapping when I’m used to living in a place surrounded by animals and other creatures alike? I make my way downstairs quietly, and I see there is someone outside my house. It looks like he’s sniffing at the air. I cower a bit, but then I rush to the door and I lock it before going to the windows and pulling the curtains together to shield any view of the outside, and I run around my house making sure all my doors and windows are closed. I sit there as I hear the man outside: “I can smell you; there is no use in hiding, little omega.”

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Once in a Lifetime

BTS x Reader

TEASER

A woman is lying there in the last bit of her life a doctor is standing over her, giving her heart compressions. As she is dying, her mind goes blank, and her mind suddenly flashes in the flashbacks. She sees everyday people throughout many different decades and remembers their life together. What will she do? She is so close to death, but now she has everything to live for; her heart is not so lonely anymore as she realizes that she's dying. What will she do? Will she keep living and meet her soulmates, or will she fade away only to be forgotten and leave them alone? Many don't get this option, not even once in a lifetime...

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Tuhka set back

Hi, I'm facing minor set backs bc my computer is broken, so I'll be finding a new one, so in the mean time I'll be trying to write on my phone, so sorry for the long update time.

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Suga Kisses (Producer!Min Yoongi x Reader)

Description: Your friend Min Yoongi asks you for a favor. He needs help with background vocals to a song he's making. When he tells you what you need to do you have to make a choice if the decision is too much to handle...

Author's preface: Hi guys, this is my first time writing smut I hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: Detailed masterbation, mildly switch, choking, degrading, oral f receiving and m receiving, unprotected sex, praising, hair pulling, penetration, breast play

Also, I’m very open to doing part 2's; if you want me to do part 2 of any of my one shots, I'll try my best to write another part.

I lay on my bed scrolling through my phone, seeing people rave about one of my friends, J-Hope, who has done “the in my feelings challenge," and I smile watching the video in the most unflattering angle of my face ever. I got a text from one of my friends, Min Yoongi. “Hey, Y/N, I have a favor to ask of you.” I swipe down, opening the text. “What do you need?” I text back, and within a few seconds he responds, “I need some female background vocals in a new single.” I think for a second. “What time works best for you?” I hear my phone ding, “Would tonight work at like 10?” I look at my schedule. “I should be good.” I get up and go to the bathroom, and I come back to my phone and tap on the newest message. “See you then.” I swipe out of the app and go back to what I was doing before. I get up a few hours later, and I get in the shower and wash my hair and body. I get out and dry my hair and put on clothes to go visit Yoongi. I grab my phone and my bag. I grab my keys off the counter and put on my slippers, walking out the door and locking it.

I walk down to his apartment and knock on the door. “Yoooongggiii,” I say in a cheery voice. I chuckle to myself and look at him after he opens the door. “So what do you need me to do?” He steps aside for me to enter his unit. “Okay, so you’ll have to sit in the chair, and I need moans.” I stop following him to his studio for a second, and I feel my eyes widen. “Wait, what?” He stops and turns to me, the soft, warm lights catching his top lip and his cheekbone. “I need some feminine moans for my song. Don’t worry; I won’t be a pervert about it. We can see how it sounds if you fake them.” He turns and resumes walking to his studio again, and I catch up to him. “Okay, so I’m just fake moaning into the mic?” He nods, “Basically.” He opens his studio doors and lets me walk in before him, and I sit on the big leather couch as He walks in after me, plopping down on his chair and letting it spin, and he stops the chair at his computer, and he plays the song for me. “This sort of beat reminds me of how you did House of Cards.” I say remembering the song because it was always one of my staples I listened to. After a while of talking about the direction he wants to go into, I am sitting in the recording booth now with big clunky headphones on, and the song starts, the recording booth serving the atmosphere of being dim and dark.

The first beat of the song hits, and I close my eyes and get to the fourth beat, and I start moaning softly, building up to the climax of the song, my mind blocking out the fact Min Yoongi is watching from just outside the booth. I start getting into the song, moaning, sort of getting a bit worked up from the sensual nature of what is happening, losing myself in the song, hearing the sexy lyrics and enticing beat. I listen closely to the lyrics: “Gonna take your heat, gotta swallow it deep, and hide it deep down and let it burn inside me.” I hear him rasp out on the prerecorded track. “Don’t stay quiet; love it when you’re excited; need you to slip it inside and ride it.” I let out a breathy moan, but just as it’s getting to the beat drop, he cuts the music. “Stop. It sounds too fake; is there any way you can make it more  realistic?" I look confused since my fake moans are tested and proven to be very realistic because I have used them countless times in the bedroom. I scoff, “Not unless I’m actually moaning.”

He gave me a look of mischief in his eyes. He pressed the button and leaned down to the little microphone. “Can they be?” My brain short circuits. “Wait, what did you say?” I look at him. Through the glass that is soundproof on my side, my eyes round and my  mouth opens a bit in shock. “Can the moans be real?” he leans back after letting the small button go. I think for a moment going through the pros and cons quickly stumbling through my thoughts. How would it affect our friendship? What if he sees my ugly face when I’m- I stop my bad thoughts right then. How does he plan on making them real? How will the fans even know if they're fake or not? I gnaw on my tongue for a little bit before I look into his burning gaze. “Yeah” I nod and a smirk blooms across his face. He gets up leaning over standing up using his knee to assist himself up and  he walks to the studio door he opens it and leans against it head falling back a bit onto the door. “You can use your hands or do you wanna go get some toys from upstairs or if you’re comfortable i have a few toys in my own collection that you could use.” He cocks his brow. I nod, “I'll just use my fingers.” he nods and steps out the door leaving the room I squeeze my legs together and rub my thighs together and he comes back a few minutes later with two towels he hands on to me and he lays one on the ground. “This is so you don’t have to worry about getting anything dirty.” he hands her the other one with pink little flowers on it. “This one is for your modesty.” she takes it and he turns away and closes the door i think in my head. How modest can I be masturbating in front of my friend? I get up and wrap the towel around my waist and I shimmy my pants and underwear down. My underwear gets caught on my left hip so I let the towel loosen a bit around my waist as I shimmy my left side down. The lacey details feel rough on the side of my knee and i shuffle my legs a bit letting them drop to the ground the clothes bunching up at my feet and i step out each side before turning to see Yoongi watching the whole time he looks back up at me and he leans down the mic again. “Okay now just sit in the chair, cover yourself, and do your job.” His voice is oddly comforting right now. I open the side and cover myself as I sit down and I spread my legs open a bit as the towel's soft fabric is an extra fluffy feeling against my thighs. I hear the track start again.

 I rub up my thighs and then I draw my fingers across my lips gathering some of my slick fluids. I let out breathy moans. I start to part my lips and circle around my entrance with my index finger. I look to the side. I can feel the heat pricking my cheeks and I see him watching me with low lids and predatory eyes. I draw my fingers up and start softly moving my fingers against my clit's hood, not yet delving under. I look away and i moan breathlessly in the mic and i use my other hand to gather more of my arousal on my fingers as I use one finger to circle my entrance dipping it inside slowly as the song picks up I start to whine softly feeling my finger trace and toy with my clit. I close my eyes slowly curling up into the spongy bit inside of me. I moan more about the combined pleasure of my finger inside of me and my fingers toying with my clit. I now push my clitoral hood back and start toying with my soft little bundle of nerves as I hear the music getting to its climax. I moan louder and louder. I listen to the beat builds and builds. I throw my head back, my fingers curling and thrusting goes quicker as I moan louder. I hear the song get to its climax and I see it feeling my body come undone releasing the tension in my muscles. I didn't realize I was tensing up. My legs shake a bit as I start to come down from my intense orgasm. 

I hear a click and I realise what had just happened in full. I blush deeply and turn my head to the side, seeing none other than Min Yoongi looking at me through his low lidded sharp eyes. I watch him get up and open the door god he looks so good right now his hair falling in just the right places his pale skin the way the light hits his cheekbones and the way he stands there looking at me the farther i look down i realise he might just be as worked up as I am as i see the taut fabric of his groin moving as he comes closer to me his walk holding a kind of seductive teasing motion to it. I sit up straight in the chair. He holds my face in his hand as I look up at him. He leans down and pins me in place putting his hands on each arm rest of the chair and he brings his lips closer stopping just as I can feel his breath “Do you want this baby?” I nod and he leans down and kisses me deeply.

 I wrap my arms around his neck and run my hands up the back of his neck and run my fingers through his hair. He licks my bottom lip. His tongue is quite soft as I open my mouth, feeling his tongue lick my lip again before he starts going too far. I start to take over the kiss leading to it she hears a little whine of satisfaction from him and she smirks kissing him again and she bites him as they both pull away from the kiss she lets his lip go. She feels him kissing down my jaw as I feel him kissing my neck while undoing my bra. I feel my breasts drop and he pulls my shirt up and my nude torso is shown off to him he leans kneels in front of me taking my left nipple into his mouth tongue flicking the hardened bud before he takes it in his mouth. I moan softly and tug on his hair a bit. I hear his approving mewls as I tug on his locks. He squeezes my other breast with his hand kissing between my cleavage. My left nipple is already a bit swollen from the previous sucking. I moan as he begins his attack on the other nipple. I tug his hair a big hard and i hear him whimper and i do it again he looks up in my eyes his sparkle a bit and i feel him lick my right nipple as he licks down my body leaving open mouth kisses breathing heavy on my skin as he makes his way down to the towel loverhing my legs laid across my lap.

 He looks up at me “may I?” I smile softly and nod softly and he takes the towel down he parts my thighs and grabs my leg kissing up from my ankle to my inner thigh he kisses my pubic mound before licking some arousal and my previous release off my lips. I bite my lip and he pushes past my lips and licks around my entrance. He drags me closer by my hips as I assist him pushing my hips towards his lips. I moan as I feel him kiss my clit and then begin giving my pussy open mouth kisses. I grab his hair and push my hips closer to him and I feel him dig his nails in my hips and I let out a little whine. I feel his tongue lapping at my clit and I bite on my tongue. “Fuck” I moan out as he licks up my orgasm his toungue diving deep into me like a honey pot. I whine as he pulls away, giving my inner thigh a little bite. “You’re so beautiful baby.” I look down at him and he stands up my eyes follow him as his body slowly rises  from the needy mess between my thighs and he leans down to kiss me I taste my own salty sweet release on his glistening lips and I put my hands on his clothed chest and drag then down his t-shirt clad body and feel the bottom pulling it up over his head.

 “Let me please you” I look up at him as he takes his shirt off. I stand up and turn us around pushing him softly onto the chair he stumbles a bit as he takes a seat. I kneel down and grab his belt and he helps me to take it off lifting his hips and sliding them down his legs as I assist him. I watch as his cock comes out his boxers and bounces a bit. I look at the pink head and the slight curve upwards and my eyes trace the veins that show on it. I see he is thick and the perfect length. I take him into my mouth sucking on the tip as I take him deeper and deeper into my mouth. I slurp on my spit as i bob my head he throws his head back as and i start going faster sinking deeper down and he grabs my hair and looks down at me his cheeks a bit flushed “stop i wanna cum inside your pretty pussy baby” he holds my face and i look up at him “wouldn’t want to be a bad girl now would you?” I nod and I stand up on my knees a little achy but I stand up and straddle his lap. My feet planted on the ground. I start grinding against him “such a precious man” I smirk as he whines softly holding my ass squeezing it. I pull him into a kiss and I stand up and line tip up with my entrance and slide down onto it. I feel him stretching my entrance as he slips inside me. I moan softly and as I take him inside of me. He moans with me as we both bask in the feeling of him inside of me. I feel him hold my hips as i stay still on there and he starts thrusting up into me I moan his dick hitting the top of my pussy rubbing against my g spot I mewl in satisfaction “right there” I moan as he starts picking up pace losing his mind with every thrust and having to hold back. I moan feeling the curve of his cock dive deep into me and i whine my abdomen tightening I moan louder as i realise i’m coming closer to my climax i hear his soft puffs of breathing as i realize he is close too “you’re so fucking good” I hear him rasp out and i feel him pick up pace and start to thrust deeper his cock diving into my depths again and i Bite my lip riding him again we both moan and he grabs my his tighter as i feel my high is near “Yoongi-” he cuts me off “sh baby i can tell” He rubs my clit and puts pressure on my lower stomach. I moan at the increase in pleasure and I moan my pussy fluttering around him and I close my eyes and lean on him. He thrusts up into me one more time and I feel his cum filling my pussy as i cum hard on his cock i moan and hold onto him. “Fuck” he groans and i lay against him he chuckles as i pant softly “that was an amazing audio” He says.

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CINEMA

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V feat. Park Hyo Shin Winter Ahead (teaser), 2024