#just got the sudden and intense desire to hug a wolf

[brown-little-robin]

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[k-renne]

BITTERSWEET DENIAL

Summary: Clyde Logan was in full denial of his feelings, afraid that his curse would end up hurting you. But that doesn't work out when he's pent up in his own need, refusing to accept any help from anyone but his mate

A/N: This is not the full version, you can find the full version on AO3 here where I can tag things properly

Warnings: SM*UT, Monster fuckery

Tags: @thecurlycaptain

“Hey, can ya do me a favor. Can ya go and check up on Clyde? I’m worried about him he’s been wholing himself inside transformed and actin’ all territorial. He didn’t let me go in to bring supplies but I bet he’d let you inside.” Jimmy explained over the phone.

It was a secret that you’d been aware of for a long time, that one of your childhood best friends Clyde Logan was a wolf man. It was a full moon, Jimmy and you tended to keep an eye on Clyde in his time of need.

Jimmy knew you and Clyde were close, and though he wasn’t a big fan of the way his brother avoided his feelings for you, he supported you two nonetheless. Your relationship with Clyde was...complicated. You’ve had each others backs in many types of occurrences, including times of insufferable lonely horniness.

Clyde started acting sorta funny around the full moon, and if he didn’t get any pussy in his system he was in for one wild transformation. But, he didn’t really like bein’ intimate with a lady he didn’t know, he was shy to a lot of folks. Though not to you, so lately you’ve been the one he relied on in his time of need. And you could never say no, not when you loved him so much. Worst thing was after he’d act like nothing happened after, sometimes even distant from you.

Last time, you finally put your foot down. It was hard, because you knew you’d never be able to find anyone who could fuck you like he would.

Your shy friend would turn into a beast, his words so filthy it became pornographic. “Ah sweetheart, c’mon over here I need to eat some of your sweet pussy.” He rasps over the phone, and you can just hear him touching himself, so consumed by his need he loses all sense of shame.

And he would always fulfill his promises, eating you out with an intense hunger before he’d eventually pound you into his mattress, sometimes bending you over the nearest surface as soon as he got you into his place.

You couldn’t even look at the bar counter the same, after one eventful evening where Clyde’s need just came out of nowhere, you the only one there to face the brunt of it as you stayed till closing. You were helping out, cleaning off the counter when he came up behind you to press his need against your backside, licking a stripe along your neck.

Afterwards he wouldn’t make eye contact and would apologize, claiming that, “I’m sorry darlin’ that man just ain’t me, that’s the curse talkin’...I’m not like that.” But the truth was, he was in complete denial.

The curse was a part of him, Clyde was a werewolf not just a few days out of the month but everyday. Still he refused to accept it. Like he tried to bury his desire for you when he couldn’t use the excuse of it being close to a full moon, that he’d probably be just as rough on you and that fact scared him.

It was probably for the best that you decided to stop this madness, even though it made Clyde’s heart break, he knew that you were right. He’d just have to get over that sick feeling that he got from seeing you with another man, he had taken advantage of you enough, he didn’t deserve to have you as his. He wanted to see you happy with someone who wasn’t a monster, and that meant distancing himself.

But in order for that to work, he’d have to find someone else to fuck. And of course, he didn’t. It just didn’t feel right, he didn’t think anyone else could satisfy his need like you could. He’d rather just fuck his hand or his toy. It wasn’t enough though, who was he kidding thinking this pathetic silicon thing could replace your perfect warm, wet, tight pussy. He’d better lock himself in this time, try and stay out of trouble.

“Alright Jimmy, I’ll see what I can do. Hopefully he hasn’t tore up the whole place by now.” You answer on the phone, with a heavy sigh.

“Be careful though, he’s unpredictable when he’s like this. Call me if you need me I don’t want ya to get hurt.” Jimmy warns you.

You hung up, and got ready to deal with Clyde, which involved putting on clothes that you didn’t care about getting clawed and a bunch of extra supplies in your car. As you parked in front of his place you let out a huff, looking to try and see Clyde in his trailer.

You hadn’t seen him fully transformed since you were kids. He didn’t want for anyone besides Jimmy to see him like that nowadays, and with you he was worried that you’d get hurt. And it’d kill him if he ever hurt you, he wouldn’t even be able to look at you anymore.

But, with his wolf brain in control, you were exactly who Clyde Logan wanted to see. You heard whining behind the door as you walked up to it, “Hey it’s alright Clyde, I brought some stuff for you.” You assured him.

Opening the door you were met with a Clyde taller than you’ve ever seen him, covered in fluffy black fur, but a lot less scary than the traditional werewolf you’d expect from a monster movie. A big clawed paw reached out and grabbed you by the shirt, pulling you inside and closing the door behind you.

Inside now, Clyde circled you, sniffing the air around you and the bag of food you held in one hand. “Yes, that’s for us. Steak for you, and Chinese for me. But I didn’t know if you wanted me to leave or-”

Clyde panicked at that, putting his big paw on your shoulder and shaking his head. “Or stay?” You asked, and he let out a little huff of approval. You were surprised that he wanted you to stay, but you were worried about him in such a vulnerable state, so you agreed if only to watch over him.

That’s how you ended up on the couch next to a huge, hulking werewolf, eating Chinese out of the carton as Clyde gnawed on his steak. You had to laugh, because he barely fit on the couch. It seemed tiny compared to him, his legs too long and dwarfing the couch, uncomfortably hunched over next to you.

At your soft laughter Clyde’s ears twitched, and he turned to look at you. “It’s okay big guy, you just eat up.” And he does just that, except faster now. Gobbling up his last steak in one huge bite, his wolf brain determined to do something else. Of course, even in this form he still had some manners, using the remains of his torn shirt like a napkin for his maw and claws.

All of the sudden you had a werewolf’s head in your lap, eyes looking up at you expectantly for some affection. Shaking your head, you pet the top of Clyde’s head between his ears, earning a happy little noise in return. “I don’t know what Jimmy warned me about, you’re just like a big ol’ puppy dog.” You smiled. “You’re kinda cute like this too, handsome even,” You tease him, though you words are truthful.

Clyde growls and jumps up, not liking that he was compared to a puppy. He slowly stalks towards you, until he has you caged in. Baring his teeth at you and lowly growling. “Okay okay, you’re not like a puppy. You’re a big strong, powerful werewolf. Still, you don’t scare me.”

He began to nuzzle you at that, and you put your food to the side to hug him. He’s so big that even kneeling with you sitting on the couch, he’s taller, and your face meets a chest full of fur as he brings you into his arms. You smile though, because for a monster Clyde is incredibly sweet.

[kissmetae]

Mystique moon

X Jimin

Feat. Taehyung

AU: Wolf-Hybrid!Jimin + Fox-Hybrid!Tae

You felt confused about what you and your close friend actually were… You were platonic but longed for more at the same time… did friends really casually hold hands like you always did? One day he finally got the courage to ask you out on a date and things began to move on fast from there on…

…until the time for him to expose his well kept secret came at a sudden unpredictable moment… and eventually leading to your dear friend in common getting dragged into it too, as well as becoming the cause of the intense night that would soon unfold between the three of you…

One human and two hybrids in heat…

SMUT | 7.2k | x reader

Disclaimer: This is fiction. Actions and events in these stories are often exaggerated and to a certain degree unrealistic.  Please have this in consideration when reading fiction, especially if it includes sexual content.

Rating: MATURE | sexual content, unprotected sex

A/N: …this is a threesome + a little fluff and a little angst

His fingers tapped vigorously against the wooden surface of his desk.

Frustration was building up inside him as he looked down at the tree moving dots on his phone that seemed to never go away.

Would he get a novel sent to him? The buildup these dumb dots caused to his already anxious mind were antagonizing.

A ding caused his heart to freeze.

“I’d love to! What time?” The text read.

He leaned back against his chair with a sigh of relief.

Why did it take you so long to respond!?

A bare minute had felt like an hour.

“I’ll pick you up at 6.”

–

The cold wind made your cheeks feel tingly and you pulled your scarf up to further protect yourself from the biting cold.

It was almost six, but you were early.

After spending hours to get ready, mainly mentally rather than actually getting ready-ready; you were finally ready-ready-ready for the evening.

You and Jimin had been close friends for years now… or well “close friends”. Or whatever it was when “close friends” keep shyly holding hands constantly but never talking about it or acknowledging it.

The text the other day came as an unexpected surprise but you had waited for something to happen now for so long. So long to the point where you were planning out to confront him while you were holding hands about why you were holding hands. The typical “What are we?” confrontation but Jimin took it up a notch instead. Why speak of the obvious?

It was bold and short, a “just do it!”

“Do you want to go on a date with me on Thursday?”

His finger had hovered nervously over the send button for a while until he just forced himself to do it.

Jimin was just a block away and hurried against the wind to make it on time. In the rush he had forgotten his gloves so he had his hands shoved into the pockets of his long coat to keep them warm while longing for your warm hands to take care of him.

You spotted him coming around the corner and you began to blush nervously.

How would you greet him? Hello? A hug like usual? A hand sha- NO.

He smiled widely walking up to you and he hugged you like you’d normally greet each other.

“Did you wait long?” He asked.

“Only a few minutes.”

He shivered.

“Let’s hurry inside.” He said, smiling widely and taking his hand out of his pocket to confidently reach for your hand.

You had been waiting outside of the restaurant you and Jimin were going to eat at and afterwards you’d be going to the movies nearby.

A classic date and a safe choice, but normally the two of you would do things like this. But this time there was no platonic border…

You stepped inside the warm restaurant and the atmosphere of the place was calm and cozy. Soft jazz music was playing out of the speaker and the interior was a kind of fusion style, matching the cuisine of the place.

You sat opposite of each other and Jimin’s hand was fidgeting with yours on top of the table. His thumb caressed your knuckles, stroking soothingly across them and down your fingers.

He was distracting himself.

Looking at your face made him flustered and nervous. It wasn’t like before anymore. He felt extremely vulnerable all of a sudden. Despite the two of you knowing each other so well he felt a strong need to impress you. Like if the date was an interview for the position as your lover and your heart had a spot he so desperately wanted.

“Jimin?”

He finally looked up.

“Yes?”

“Is everything ok? You look like you’re thinking really hard.”

“Ah- I-“ He looked down flustered with a wide smile, still holding on to your hand across the table.

“I’m just nervous.” He confessed.

“Me too.” You confessed as well and let out a shy giggle.

“Why are we nervous?” He looked up again and shook his head. “This isn’t the first time we go out… but it’s the first time we go out like this…” He dragged his thumb over your knuckles again and let out a sweet sigh.

“We could do more than just hold hands.”

He raised his brow and smirked suggestively as a response, making both of you laugh.

“Like what?” He asked and leaned back against his seat, noticeably more relaxed.

“We could… You could… put your arm around me.”

“I could kiss you.”

You blushed.

“I could kiss you too.”

“I’d like that.”

“How so?” You teased.

“Because I like you.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“I like you too, Jimin.”

That sweet smile of his spread across his plump lips and he looked down at your hands on the table briefly.

“I like when you say my name…” He confessed, in a lower tone.

“Do you Jimin?” You asked, purposely repeating his name.

He let out a soft laughter.

Your food arrived and interrupted the sweet moment, but it wouldn’t be the last of this evening.

As you ate you began talking and making jokes like you always used to and you almost forgot that you were there on a date together until Jimin suddenly changed the topic.

“You look really beautiful.”

“Th-thank you.”

He tilted his head to the side slightly and admired you a little more.

A while passed in a second and you were suddenly in the midst of leaving the restaurant to head to the cinema.

When you stepped outside you noticed the white specs falling from the sky.

“It’s snowing!” You cheered and reached out for Jimin’s hand but without success.

You looked down towards his hand and at the same instant you felt yourself being pulled closer to him by the waist.

His grip was gentle and delicate.

After a short walk you arrived at the cinema, a bit too early but you didn’t mind. You bought some popcorn to share and sneakily began to snack on it before you had even sat down in your seats.

A soft hand sweetly grabbed yours during the movie.

The entire evening matched, being almost bittersweet.

When the movie was over darkness had fallen over the city and the sky was clear, showcasing all the stars and the full moon shining down over the nightlife brightly.

You stepped outside.

The date was coming to an end… you didn’t want it to!

You were already considering whether you should just go in for it and give him a kiss or not, or maybe just the cheek? Something to let him know that you wanted more…

You stepped outside in the cold night and you looked up amazed by the sky.

A red flash was making its way across the sky, heading for a destination unknown.

“The sky looks so beautiful.” You pointed out. “And there’s a full moon too!”

Jimin looked up at the sky and tensed up.

A full moon!?

Tonight of all nights!?

/Fuck!/

“I- I have to leave.” He suddenly said, sounding stressed.

“Is everything ok?” You asked concerned.

“No, I mean yes. I’m ok but- I just really need to go.” He let go of your hand and a wave of disappointment washed over you.

“Oh, ok.” You said in a sad tone. “I enjoyed it.” You smiled, smiling through the disappointment.

“I liked it too, I’m so sorry.” He pleaded, beginning to take a few steps back.

He waved bye with a heavy heart and began running down the street but after a few steps he came to a sudden halt.

You had started walking slowly in the opposite direction.

He turned around.

He ran back towards you and grabbed your arm.

You turned around in surprise and before you could even react he placed his hands on the sides of your face, tilted his head and crashed his lips against yours.

He pulled away with a low smacking sound, eyes shifting from your lips to your eyes, looking at you for a mere second before he suddenly let go of you without a word and ran back down the street again.

This time you watched as he ran…

Why he was in such a rush was of no concern to you anymore. All you could think of was the brief touch of his soft lips against yours.

Your heart was beating fast.

What were you feeling?

He stole your feeling of disappointment with that kiss and left you with a new set of emotions instead.

Confusion, happiness, shock…

Was it too soon to cry out that you loved him?

You let out a giggle, alone outside of the cinema.

Billboards advertising the most recent movies were shining brightly in the dark.

Your legs would finally carry you again and you began walking away.

When would you meet him next?

You wanted to meet him right away!

You wanted to test the waters more!

Your desire for him grew like he had suddenly set off a trigger to free you feelings for him.

–

Jimin was panting heavily once he reached home.

/That was close…/

/She can’t see me like this… not yet…/

He had hid it so well for so long, wanting to tell you and also not wanting to tell you…

But you had to know sooner or later.

His only concern was how you would react…

He had no doubts in you… but you never know how people will react to hidden sides.

All he could hope is that the kiss would be enough for you to forgive him for running away… at least for now. The next time he saw you he’d make sure to apologize in person… and give you a proper kiss…

A sweet kiss…

He smiled shyly at himself.

But the shy smile was soon enough replaced by an expression of pain.

–

“How did it go? Tell me everything! Did you kiss? Did you-“

“Ah, stop!” Jimin said, flailing his hand and blushing.

“Jimin~” He whined and pouted.

“Taehyung I won’t tell you if you pout at me, you know that doesn’t work!” He laughed.

“Fine! I’ll just ask her instead.”

“I had to run, but I went back and kissed her.”

He gasped excitingly.

“You did kiss!?” He lowered his voice.

“It was bad… I feel like I let her down when I ran.” Jimin sighed.

“You didn’t have much of a choice.” Taehyung comforted. “And you did it well, it would’ve been worse if you just left her without something to remember you by.”

“I’ll make it up to her, I’m going to apologize next time I see her.”

“When is next time?”

“We’re meeting up after she finishes work… soon.”

“Can I come along and say hi? I haven’t seen her for so long!”

“I won’t stop you.”

“I’ll leave you to it after I say hello, I promise!” He smiled widely.

Jimin and Taehyung were close friends and knew each other since a long time back.

They were currently out in town and Jimin was helping Taehyung find a new hat since the weather was getting colder. It was a hassle considering Taehyung was very keen about his fashion style and Jimin was with him for a second opinion but also to keep an eye out whenever he tried a new hat on…

You had meet Taehyung a few times via Jimin and you were pretty well acquaintance.

Taehyung finally approached the cashier with his three hats of choice and paid for them.

His hair was wavy and messy beneath his navy blue beret.

Taehyung and Jimin left the shop.

At the same moment Jimin finally heard from you for the first time after your date.

“Got off early!” You had texted.

“I’ll be there in 10! Taehyung is with me, he wanted to say hi.” – Jimin

You worked down town so conveniently it wasn’t far for the two to walk until they saw you waiting outside the building in the distance.

Taehyung waved eagerly as they approached you.

Just as eager to see him you hugged him first.

“How are you?!” Taehyung called out in joy.

“I’m good! How are you!”

“I’m great! I bought new hats!” Taehyung smiled and pulled away from the hug, holding up his bag of hats.

Taehyung was a huge hat person. Berets, hats, caps… on second thought you realized that you’ve probably actually never seen him without one.

You hugged Jimin.

It felt awkward.

His hand brushed against your lower back as you hugged.

“Well, I need to head home. I just tagged along to say hi quickly since I haven’t seen you for so long.” Taehyung smiled.

“We need to catch up soon!” You pouted.

“We will!” He shot a blinding smile and began to walk away. “Bye!”

“Bye Tae, go home safe.” Jimin smiled.

He looked back at you and your eyes met.

“Hey, yesterday… I- I’m sorry I just ran away like that.” He looked down and scratched the back of his head. “I wish I could explain, but It’s just-“ He lost his words and sighed.

“It’s ok.” You smiled. “I still enjoyed our date.”

He looked back up with a blushing smile.

“Enough for us to go on another?” He asked.

You nodded, holding back a shy giggle.

“Are you hungry?” You suddenly asked.

“I am, I haven’t had lunch yet.”

“Good! Then let’s go on our second date now.” You said, sounding determined and grabbed his hand.

You started walking and dragged him along.

“Ah- where are we going?”

“I want to try the new dumpling place that opened last week.” You said. “And it’s our second date.”

“I don’t mind it being a date but shouldn’t we do something more romantic?” He chuckled, still being pulled along.

“It has to be, because then I have an excuse.”

“An excuse for what?”

You suddenly stopped, causing Jimin to stumble slightly.

“An excuse to do this.”

You placed a quick peck on his lips.

His eyes widened in surprise.

You began to drag him along again but he was standing frozen.

You looked back and he yanked your hand towards him, pulling you back close.

“Let me do it properly this time…” He mumbled and let go of your hand.

His hand stroked your face, moving upwards.

The tip of his nose brushed against yours and he closed his eyes. His head tilted slightly, your heart beat increased and you closed your eyes as well.

His plump lower lip brushed against yours.

His heart was going crazy.

A hand moved from your face to the back of your neck, softly caressing your skin as if it was as fragile as the thinnest piece of glass.

He took a step closer, chest hitting chest.

Everything was playing out so slowly.

His lip slightly quivered, the rush of courage from last night being far from gone.

A slight move closer and his lips finally meet yours in the most desirable kiss, his lips caressing yours so delicately and lovingly; sucking gently on your lower lip, upper lip and kissing you passionately.

Desire quickly took the upper hand and the kiss grew deeper and rougher as a hunger for the other built up more and more inside. But it came to an abrupt end, immediately leaving you wanting more of the sweet taste when he suddenly pulled away.

His hands fell to your waist, holding you in place, afraid you’d run away when he whispered what his heart was screaming.

He pressed his forehead against yours and you opened your eyes.

His were still closed.

“I’m in love with you.”

His voice sounded shaky and you could almost hear how vulnerable he felt.

“I love you.”

He opened his eyes, a doubt if he heard right flashing through his mind before his lips found their way back to yours.

Your hand caressed his forearm.

“I love you so much.” He whispered, his heart releasing the words and making him feel deep relief.

–

Dates later, numerous kisses shared and more snow falling…

Your head was resting on his arm as his fingers brushed soothingly through your hair.

The perfect medicine for a stressful day.

Jimin was humming low, singing words in a whisper to soothe you to sleep in his arms.

“You need a nap, everything will feel better if you rest a while honey.”

Recently he had slipped more and more pet names for you… Sweetie, honey, baby even darling…

Calm tunes were playing from the living room but your attention was fully on Jimin’s soft voice.

He nuzzled you softly.

It wasn’t warm in the room but Jimin suddenly felt oddly sweaty… He had already taken of his sweater to cool down but supposedly it wasn’t helping and he was starting to fear the worst.

/Please don’t be…/

He looked down at you on his arm and his heart started beating faster.

/Fuck…/

He had to leave… But you looked so comfortable on his arm.

An inner battle begun between whether he should remove his arm, cause you to maybe wake up and then leave or withstand it.

/Withstand it… withstand it!/

You’d probably wake up from your nap soon… he hoped.

The minutes felt long and it got worse by the second…

He couldn’t hold it much longer.

You moved slightly.

Were you awake!?

Too late now…

Jimin pulled his arm away as carefully he could but still managed to wake you up and you saw him running out of the room.

You sat up with a confused look.

The sound of the bathroom door closing and locking was heard.

You got off the bed and walked towards the bathroom.

“Jimin are you ok?”

“I- I’m fine!”

He was breathing heavily, almost panting.

He had to get out of here!

He heard your footsteps as you walked away from the bathroom.

Why didn’t he keep track of these things!?

He managed to calm down slightly after a while.

You were seated on the sofa in the living room when Jimin came back out.

“I have to leave…”

“Are you feeling unwell?” You asked, worried.

It came so sudden? Had he been feeling bad all this time and not telling you?

“It’s fine, I just…” He failed to make up an excuse.

“If you’re not feeling ok I want you to tell me!”

He pulled a hand through his hair out of frustration. It was getting worse again.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled and walked across the living room.

You quickly stood up from the sofa and grabbed his arm.

“Jimin tell me what’s wrong!” You begged.

His breathing fell heavier again.

“I have to go.”

“No.”

It was becoming impossible.

He turned to you and you noticed his odd breathing.

“Please tell me what’s wrong…”

He couldn’t hold it anymore.

The thin string of self-control he had was broken.

He took a step forward and immediately pulled you close, a mere second later his lips where kissing you desperately. His hands grabbed your hoodie and pulled it off your shoulders and down your arms aggressively, throwing it onto the floor and backing you against the nearest wall hard.

What was up with him!?

His tongue swirled around yours and you tried to pull away.

“Ji-Jimin-“ You panted.

“I’m sorry.” He groaned and kissed your neck instead.

“What has gotten into you…” You questioned in a sultry voice.

His touch was not failing to turn you on…

“I’m sorry.” He repeated between the kisses.

Despite wanting him to continue you pushed him away.

“Just tell me!” You yelled.

“I’m a wolf!” He screamed back.

You looked at him with a weirded out expression.

“What?”

He sniffed.

Was he… was he beginning to cry?

“Jimin are you seriously ok…?” You asked again.

“I am.” He sighed.

It felt weird…

“What do you mean wolf?” was he sane?

“I know it sounds weird… and no I’m not crazy… But I am a wolf hybrid.”

“… prove it.”

He took a step closer.

“Just don’t run away…” He begged.

“Do… do you like dog treats?” You suddenly asked.

He chuckled. “No!”

You didn’t understand…

“Look here…” He swallowed nervously and looked into your eyes.

There was a sudden shift.

Was your vision getting blurry?

His usual dark warm eyes shined with an almost golden hue…

You took a step back, crashing into the wall again and gasped.

You didn’t believe these things… what was going on!?

“Please don’t be scared…” He begged.

“How did you do that?”

“It’s hard to explain… I just can.”

“Can you… actually shift?” You asked, still skeptical and confused.

“I’m a hybrid.”  

“What does that mean, Jimin I-”

“It means I can’t fully shift…. but it’s different for everyone…”

“Is Taehyung one too?”

Jimin nodded.

“A fox… have you ever wondered why he always wears something on his head?”

“It’s crossed my mind…”

“He has visible ears.”

Your mouth fell open slightly.

“I wasn’t born with wolf ears, but it’s a common symptom for us hybrids…”

“What else do I need to know? Can you have tails?”

“It’s very unusual.” he chuckled shyly. “For me, it’s mainly my eyes and at full moon it gets worse… I can’t control my instincts well…”

Did you want to know?

“And then there’s the heat.”

“Heat?”

He nodded shamefully. “I’m in heat right now…”

You were familiar with the term…

There was a brief moment of silence.

“I- I should leave.” Jimin said and began to walk towards the front door again.

You let him leave.

–

Two days had passed.

You were waiting in the park.

The trees and ground were all covered by a thick layer of snow.

You heard footsteps approach you from behind and turned around.

Taehyung smiled widely at you.

“Ah, I was going to scare you.” He pouted, making you giggle.

You told Taehyung you wanted to catch up… but you also wanted to meet him to ask if all of it was real. Or well, SEE if it was…

You didn’t deny the shift you saw in Jimin’s eyes, it was real and clear but you were still in denial for some reason…

You gave him a greeting hug but remained a little longer in his embrace.

“Is everything ok?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

You took a step back.

“Jimin told me…”

“I know.” He cut you off.

Taehyung quickly looked around to see if anyone was around and then reached to pull off his hat, revealing the fluffy orange ears.

Your eyes went wide.

His ears twitched slightly.

In the left one he even had a piercing…

“They…”

He smiled.

“They’re so cute…”

“Thank you!” His grin grew wilder. “Do you want to touch them?”

You nodded and reached up with slight hesitation.

They were warm and soft…

Taehyung noticed a few people walking into the park and he quickly pulled his hat back on.

Moment over.

“You know that Jimin is devastated right now, right?”

You sighed.

“I just-“

“You don’t need to say anything. I understand that it’s a lot to take in. Jimin knows that too, I made sure of it.”

“Thank you Tae… I’m sorry you got pulled into this…”

“I don’t mind, plus that now I can shamelessly ask you to scratch my ears.” He grinned.

He made you laugh and it helped to make you feel better.

You went to a café together and you tried to focus your time spent on actually catching up with him, afraid that he’d feel neglected.

–

“You should talk to Jimin.” Taehyung reminded before you said goodbye. “If not now, then as soon as possible because this distance isn’t going to solve anything.”

“Thank you Taehyung… honestly.”

“Always.”

You gave him a hug good bye and walked your separate ways.

Should you call Jimin? Would he pick up?

Send a text? No that wouldn’t do…

You caught yourself heading in the direction Jimin lived and decided to pay him a visit in person instead.

Taehyung was right.

Distance wouldn’t solve anything.

Jimin hadn’t done anything wrong… you only needed a little time to think…

You owed him an apology.

A short walk later and you arrived at the street he lived on.

You missed him…

You stopped outside of the tiny apartment complex.

A weird feeling of someone watching you came over you and you looked to your side and spotted Jimin only a few meters away, standing still and watching you with a sad longing expression with a bag of groceries in his hand.

He let the bag slip out of his hand and fall to the ground.

He took a hesitant step forward and suddenly ran towards you.

Your lip trembled and you had to hold back your tears when his strong arms wrapped tightly around you and pulled you close. He sighed, followed by a sniff.

He was crying.

You hugged him back tightly.

“Please tell me you’re here to stay.” He cried out.

“Why would I leave you?” You mumbled through tears. “I love you.”

“I love you!”

“I’m sorry Jimin…”

“Sorry for what? You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I’m sorry for letting you leave… and for not talking to you… I…”

“I understand.”

He leaned back and let out a shy giggle.

“It was probably for the best that I left then, it wasn’t the best time to-“

You cut him off with a kiss.

“It’s cold… we should go inside.” He said low, almost in a trance from the kiss.

He went to pick up the bag and the two of you headed indoors into the warmth inside.

“Taehyung let me touch his ears.” You chuckled shyly.

“Aw, he loves when people touch his ears.”

“You’d look cute with fluffy ears…”

Jimin snorted.

“So would you.” He grinned and sat down beside you on his sofa.

He turned his face to you, leaning forward on his knees.

“I missed you…” He confessed.

“It’s getting harder to be without you…” You continued.

“Like it should.”

“huh?”

“It should be hard for you to be without me. You love me. It’s natural.”

You blushed.

“Why is that making you blush?” He giggled.

“Because I like you, fool…”

“You like me!?” He said, faking a shocked reaction.

He sat up straight.

“I do! And you can’t do anything about it!” You teased.

“Watch me!” He nagged.

“I am…”

“Good… look at me a little more…” He leaned closer to your face with a smirk.

He kissed you softly.

“See there, I did something about it…” He whispered.

–

The three of you were over at Taehyung’s house.

You were seated on the sofa and Taehyung had his head resting on your lap while you scratched his ears.

“Sometimes you’re like a damn pet Taehyung.” Jimin teased, returning from the kitchen with a big bowl in his hands.

“You’re just jealous!” He sang out.

“Pet kink.” Jimin said nonchalantly and placed the bowl down on the table in front of you.

“I do not!” Taehyung called out.

He looked up at you.

“Do you want to know what Jimin once did when he was in heat-“

“Hey! Hey! No!” Jimin screamed out, making Taehyung laugh.

“Now I want to know! Tae tell me!”

Jimin sat down next to you and pulled one of Taehyung’s ears.

“Ow! Ow! It hurts! Stop it!” Taehyung cried out.

“Bad!” Jimin scolded, making you laughing.

“Jimin stop! Taehyung tell!” You pouted, protecting Taehyung’s ear.

“I…“ Jimin sighed. “It was long ago!”

“What was long ago?” You asked, trying to pull it out of him.

Taehyung was laughing hysterically.

“Why did you bring it up!?” Jimin whined.

“She’d find out sooner or later.”

“Is anyone going to tell me?”

Jimin hid his face in his hands.

“A few years ago…” Taehyung began. “We… were both in heat and-“

“Oh.”

“We fucked.” He snorted and started laughing.

“Are you serious!?”

“It’s true…” Jimin confessed.

“Do I want to know who topped?”

“No!” Jimin called out, embarrassed.

“That’s a dumb question and you know it.” Taehyung pointed out.

“Were you a thing?” You asked.

“No no! Gosh no!” Taehyung expressed, shaking his hand. “It was just a one-time thing.”

“Heat is hell sometimes…” Jimin said.

“If you kept track of it, it would be easier!” Taehyung nagged, nudging him with his hand.

“As if you do!” Jimin said.

“I do!”

“Oh really? Then when is your next one?”

“Today.”

A silence broke out.

“… and you invited us over.” Jimin raised an eyebrow.

“I have something called self-control.”

Jimin rolled his eyes.

“If you try anything, we’re leaving right away.” Jimin threatened.

“I won’t stop you.” Taehyung said calmly.

What on earth was going on?

If it wasn’t for your knowledge of what they had had to drink today you would’ve thought they were tipsy…

“Is there something else I need to know?” You asked, continuing to stroke Taehyung’s ears.

“I don’t think so…” Taehyung said and tilted his head back to glance up at Jimin.

“Even though I don’t have any extra ears, it’s still nice to be scratched.” Jimin said innocently.

“Fine.” You said. “Taehyung skootch a little, Jimin lay here.” You patted your other thigh.

You started watching a movie with Taehyung’s head resting on your left thigh and Jimin’s on your right, one hand on each.

Every now and then Jimin would feed you some popcorn.

But to be honest… something had felt odd ever since you got here.

Like something was … wrong?

Your gut feeling was confusing, was it bad or just odd?

Could it be Taehyung? Or was he joking when he claimed to be in heat?

Your mind distracted you from the movie and you kept questioning the weird atmosphere.

It wasn’t uncomfortable, not at all and rather more intriguing, but why?

You looked down and noticed how Jimin was staring up at you instead of the movie.

You smiled shyly and moved your hand from his hair to his cheek, stroking your thumb softly across his cheekbone. He caressed your forearm and looked at you with an almost longing expression.

“What’s the matter?” You asked with a sweet smile.

“Nothing, I’m just looking at you…”

Taehyung curiously raised his head to see what was going on and then lied back down.

“Are you feeling hot?” Taehyung teased.

“Yes, but-“

Taehyung quickly sat up straight and turned around this time.

“Are you in heat?” He asked in a serious tone.

Jimin sighed.

“I can feel it coming…”

“Should we leave?” You suggested.

“Why don’t you stay?” Taehyung suggested, ears twitching.

“What are you implying now?” Jimin asked.

“That the two of you should stay.”

“Didn’t you just say you wouldn’t stop us?” Jimin scoffed and sat up as well.

“I changed my mind.”

“Well I didn’t.”

“You will soon enough…”

Taehyung suddenly stood up and walked over to Jimin and whispered something in his ear.

Jimin looked at Taehyung with wide surprised eyes.

“If she’s down for it.” Taehyung said.

“If I’m down for what?” You asked, sensing the odd feeling stronger.

Taehyung shook his shoulders.

“I… I’m down for it.” Jimin said after a while.

They both looked at you and their eyes were darker than usual…

You still had trouble understanding what their heat actually meant, you knew what it was but you had little understanding of how powerful and sudden it actually could come over them…

Taehyung smirked.

“Good.” He said to Jimin.

“I asked if he’d be down to let me join.”

“Join what?” You asked.

“If you’re fine with it, of course.” He smirked wider.

“I don’t underst-“

“He asked if we could have a threesome.” Jimin boldly cut off.

Your cheeks burned and your heart skipped a beat.

A… a threesome?

“Sounds interesting…”

“So you down?” Taehyung asked again, raising a brow.

“I’m down.”

Taehyung held a hand out for you and you thought you would shake on it but instead he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up from the sofa.

“Why waste time?” He said and pulled Jimin off the sofa as well.

He dragged you along into his bedroom and you all climbed on top of Taehyung’s large bed.

You didn’t get a chance to feel awkward…

Before you knew it Jimin pushed you down onto the bed and crawled on top of you, crashing his lips against yours.

You suddenly felt Taehyung’s tongue lick up your neck, sending shivers down your spine before he began to place soft kisses against your skin.

Jimin swirled his tongue around yours and grabbed your waist tightly.

It felt like they were fighting for your attention… kissing getting rougher, hands getting touchier…

Taehyung sucked at the skin of your neck harshly, leaving it red and sensitive and surely to develop into a hickey that would get him killed later…

You felt a hand move up underneath your sweater, caressing your abdomen gently while dragging your sweater up higher.

By now it was hard to keep track of whose touch was where but this hand was surely Jimin’s.

Jimin pulled away from your lips and pulled your sweater off over your head and tossed it away.

Taehyung was seated on his knees, rushing to unbutton his shirt before yanking it off his shoulders and getting rid of it, leaving his upper body bare and exposed.

You grabbed the hem of Jimin’s top and pulled it off of him as well. Taehyung reached for Jimin’s belt and unbuckled it and the amount of sudden attention had him even more aroused.

Taehyung pulled him off of you, making him fall down on his back on the bed and you unzipped his jeans and pulled them down together with his underwear.

While you got rid of the remaining fabric Taehyung leaned down and kissed him roughly and placed his hand on the side of his neck delicately.

Once the remaining piece of clothing was discarded you could take in the full view of him and you noticed how hard he was, his cock resting against his toned lower abdomen, aching to be touched.

For Taehyung he was clearly straining against the limited fabric of his jeans.

You grabbed his ear and pulled him away from Jimin. To Taehyung’s sudden surprise you crashed your lips against his and he immediately responded with hunger.

Jimin was panting lightly but quickly took the opportunity to free Taehyung from his snug jeans.

He unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans then yanking them down his thighs. He reached for the hem of his boxers and yanked them down as well, freeing his erection.

Taehyung’s hands were all over you and you tugged at his ears, making him moan against the kiss.

Jimin grabbed Taehyung’s thick cock and started jerking him off, making it harder for him to remain control. Seeing what he was doing you let go of one of Taehyung’s ears and reached down to grab Jimin’s cock but before you got the chance Taehyung abruptly pulled away and pushed you back down on the bed and ripped your tight off.

Jimin got back up and pulled your skirt off while Taehyung got out of his jeans properly.

You reached around your back and unhooked your bra and pulled it off yourself, leaving you in only your panties.

They both stood on their knees in front of you, watching you with lust filled eyes.

Both in heat…

Jimin pulled a hand through his hair and Taehyung licked across his lower lip.

Your heart was beating fast and you rubbed your thighs together.

Jimin suddenly grabbed your hips and slid your panties down along your thighs and threw them to the floor. You sat back up and placed your hands on the sides of Jimin’s face, pulling him close and tasting the sweet sensation of his lips again. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down on top of him, making you fall onto all fours.

You kissed him roughly, un-patient desperation building up within you fast.

Taehyung moved to behind you and without warning he suddenly slid two of his long fingers into you, making you moan loudly against the kiss.

”Fuck, you’re so wet.” He smirked and curled his fingers, thrusting them even deeper, causing you to whimper.

The relief of his touch was driving you insane. He spread you apart and teased your clit with his thumb, making you crave even more and more.

You moved, causing Taehyung’s fingers to slip out as he pulled away and you straddled Jimin. Placing your hands against his chest you pushed yourself away from his lips, breaking the kiss.

You reached down to position the tip of Jimin’s cock by your entrance and carefully lowered yourself over his rich length.

Jimin threw his head back and groaned, gripping onto your thighs.

You began riding him slowly and steady to get used to his size.

Taehyung moved around to sit by Jimin, his hand moving slowly up and down his cock.

A hand left your thigh and Jimin wrapped his hand around Taehyung’s cock, making him move closer to where his head rested. Jimin took him in his mouth and began to suck him off.

A low groan escaped Taehyung and his head fell to the side.

He looked at you with a wide smirk and Jimin whimpered under you.

Before you knew it Taehyung had a hand behind your head and pulled you forward, crashing his lips against yours.

You began riding Jimin faster and fell short of breath fast from Taehyung’s tongue.

Jimin sucked gently at the tip of Taehyung’s cock, breathing heavily from the pleasure you gave him.

Taehyung tangled a hand in Jimin’s hair and pushed him closer, making him take his cock deeper and almost gagging.

He let out another whimper and it almost felt like you and Taehyung were torturing him but he loved it.

He loved it so much.

He was the center piece in the act, being praised by pleasure immensely.

Jimin grew more passionate as he suddenly relaxed and dragged his fingertips lightly under Taehyung’s cock.

Taehyung pulled away from the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours and breathing heavily.

Your thighs were getting tired but you didn’t want to stop…

Taehyung pulled out of Jimin’s mouth and disappeared behind you so you leaned down to kiss Jimin again.

You suddenly felt two hands on your ass, pushing you up and causing Jimin to slip out.

You whimpered, feeling your wetness leak.

Before you had the chance to get mad at Taehyung he positioned himself and thrusted into you from behind with full force, making you let out a high pitched moan against Jimin’s lips.

Taehyung was richer in girth and Jimin was richer in length.

Your pace riding Jimin was slow in comparison to the pace Taehyung held. He was fast and pounding hard, numerous grunts falling from his lips.

Jimin placed his hands on the sides of your face and gave you a final kiss before carefully crawling out from under you and getting on his knees in front of you.

He looked down at you, watching you as you got fucked from behind by Taehyung. You looked up at him with a smirk, waiting for what you expected…

Jimin wrapped his hand around his cock and dragged the tip across your lower lip, earning a kitten lick from you.

He tangled a hand in your hair and slid his cock into your mouth.

You sucked gently and with Taehyung thrusting into you hard your head almost moved by itself…

Jimin threw his head back in pleasure again, biting down on his lip hard and humming.

Taehyung was quickly making you reach your limits after riding Jimin and you felt your orgasm come closer and closer.

”Tell me when you’re about to cum.” Jimin said, sounding almost threatening towards Taehyung.

”Do you want to be in her place when I cum?” Taehyung teased, breathing heavily. Small beads of sweat had started to form on his skin and his hands were holding on tight on your hips, skin slapping against skin.

You were dangerously close to your release.

You moaned pleadingly, Jimin still deep in your mouth when he finally noticed.

Your thighs were quivering.

One more hard thrust and he’d have you screaming.

Jimin quickly pulled out and you rested your head against the bed, letting out a deep moan and grabbing on to the sheets.

It was too late swap…

You felt yourself tense up and with another crash of his hips he sent you over the edge into an aching throbbing climax. Your muscles clenched tightly around him before letting go, finally giving you your release…

”Fuck I’m gonna cum.” Taehyung groaned and Jimin quickly pushed him off of you. Being in his heat would make it impossible for him to.

You fell on to your side, exhausted.

Jimin grabbed a hold of Taehyung’s cock tightly and jerked hum off fast until he came all over his hand with a loud whimper.

Your pulse calmed down and the empty needy after feeling, craving a second release took over you.

”Jimin…” you begged.

He was all over you within seconds, lips kissing up your neck, hands moving up your sides and his hips between your legs.

Taehyung watched exhausted, leaning against the headboard as Jimin thrusted into you.

You were extra sensitive now and Jimin was playing with your overstimulation to the max, ruthlessly and selfishly chasing his own climax.

He whinced and whimpered, going deeper and harder by each thrust.

Taehyung’s eyes not able to leave the two of you for even a second…

You reached down between you and began rubbing your clit, already ready to hit your second high.

Jimin groaned.

His cock pounding into you desperately for his release, his lenght hitting deeply and his breath falling short.

You felt yourself tense up again and you leaned your head back and closed your eyes, biting down on your lower lip.

You cursed.

”Jimin!” You called out, feeling on the verge.

”Yes baby.” He panted, placing a kiss on your jaw.

”Yes!” He repeated.

Another moan.

Your heart started beating harder and your hand grabbed on to Jimin’s arm tightly and you squeezed your thighs around him, falling into another pulsating orgasm around his cock.

His breathing was out of control.

Taehyung was brushing his lips against his fingers, eager to see him finally cum…

He whimpered and he knew that one last thrust would get him where he wanted but before he had the chance to pull out a loud slap sound echoed through the room and you could feel his heavy load release in you along with a scream.

Taehyung smirked.

Jimin fell on top of you.

Taehyung had slapped him hard across the ass.

Jimin was desperately trying to catch his breath and Taehyung’s hands began to play with your hair soothingly.

Your heartbeat calmed down.

Never did you see yourself ending up in a situation like this…

After a while Jimin carefully pulled out and the next thing you knew you were suddenly between them under the covers.

Taehyung behind you, nuzzling your neck softly and Jimin in front of you, staring lovingly into your eyes and kissing your nose, cheeks and lips softly.

[labeteenmoi]

Alpha  II  part 4

Read part 1, part 2 and part 3 and Part 5 and part 6

Pairing : Donald Pierce x invented female character

Warning : none, I think, or maybe a slight sexual mention

Summary : People can be sooo complicated sometimes...

Tags : for @prettieparker86, @lainey-lane, @crazyfreckledginger, @star-girl-pryde, the Donnie addicts ;)

Note : good news for you (if you like it so far), this is still NOT the last part! It would have been too long of a post otherwise. I'm starting to wonder if I really want to finish this story...

What a strange feeling, like no other felt before. Her flesh burns and vibrates, trying to reproduce the same sensation as when Pierce penetrated it. It feels unsatisfied, hungry, longing for more of him. She would have loved to freeze that moment forever, with him so close lying on her, in her, feeling his heart beat against her back, his sweaty skin almost merging with hers in that quiet embrace. But that was without counting with his messed up mind, his torn feelings toward what she is. That would have been perfect without the bitter taste in her mouth and the sudden void in her chest as Pierce pulls out of her and ruins it all, not having a second thought before opening his mouth. Couldn't he just imagine one second that her body had never desired anyone before him? Even she didn't know, even less hoped, that it could happen to her. She thought she could bear again his apparent insensitiveness and keep on trying to open his eyes, in that weird and violent way that seemed to suit them from the beginning. But her heart had been hurt more than she expected and the words "he will never accept you" wouldn't stop harassing her brains, making her vulnerable and weak not knowing how to handle all that mess in her head, making her angry. "Fucking asshole!" she spits, enraged, pushing him back with a furious kick on his chest. Pierce falls down, his chest painful from the still fresh wounds her claws had caused, that her hit makes bleed again. She gets on her feet and flees outside, not letting him a chance to figure out a trick to retain her again.

Speechless and kind of dizzy, Pierce ignores the pain while trying to understand what had just happened. He messed up, that's his obvious conclusion, but he's not sure when. In any case he cannot let her escape; too many things are at stake and not only from a professional point of view. But that's a reflection he quickly chases from his thoughts as he dresses in a hurry and grabs his flashlight from the ground to go after her.

The light provided by the torch inside the den was already not that much, but outside it is almost useless compared to the deep darkness of the forest around him. Too late to think it through, with her speed she could be out of reach by that time and only an intuition puts him on her path, as some owls seem to be disturbed by something a few meters away on his left. His eyes progressively get used to the darkness even though they can't see in the dim light as much as hers. The moon still provides enough clarity for him to avoid obstacles while running toward the hoots. Running fast between the trees, trying to not stumble on every root he crosses, the owls seem to never be closer, like he's running without going forward, until he sees something move ahead of him, a furtive clear silhouette. He thinks it's her in that once white medical blouse, he yells "WAIT!" but it won't stop, disappearing again in the shadows. If he was like her, he would have felt all the eyes of the forest on him, scrutinizing him as his breath gets panting and hoarse and his lungs start to burn. He slows down; the silhouette is nowhere to be seen. If he was like her he would have known he should not stop there, he would have felt his hairs stand on his skin at the danger approaching, at the glowing eyes already surrounding him. But all he hears is his heart pounding strongly inside his ears and his noisy breaths that he tries to calm down. As he bends, with his hands on his knees, his head down, cursing himself and cursing her, a slight growl catches his attention. He raises his head, searching for the source of the sound in the dark all around him. She growls too, he recalls how she did when they met. But she has only two eyes and what he sees are many more, all around him. The growl approaches, soon multiplying, until he finally distinguishes the animals producing it. Far from the appealing silhouette his beast has, they are as tense and as intimidating as she can be; the wolves. A whole pack, at least eight of them, grey and black, slowly getting closer, their head low and their sharp fangs in their jaws clenched in a ferocious grimace. "No need to panic", Pierce thinks, until he searches on his belt for his gun which isn't there, forgotten in the den. "Fuck" he swears, and cautiously starts to back off with his hands raised in front of him and a cold shiver in the back of his head. The predators step closer again, their growls louder, he hears them also behind him and searches desperately for a way out in the dark spaces of the vegetation when a rustling behind him attracts the attention of the wolves, interrupting their aggressive vocals. "Run", Pierce recognizes the voice of the beast and turns around to see her emerge from the shadows. He sighs in relief louder than he intended to. "Baby, I..." "Run!" she interrupts him with a harder voice. Pierce freezes in disbelief, not understanding the tension he perceives in the beast attitude, is it fear he sees in her eyes? The wolf he saw first coming at him suddenly passes him by like he wasn't there and ferociously growls while jumping at her. She dodges it from a series of trills on the side.

"Hurry" she whispers in a breath, her eyes glowing like the wolves' but they are not threatening, they are imploring Pierce before she starts to run away. The whole pack moves as one and follows her, barking from rage and excitement, leaving Pierce astonished where he stands. A few seconds was all he needed to regain his spirits, deciding what to do and find his way back to the den. He never thought it was possible but he did run faster than before, hurrying, like he thinks she asked him to do, hoping he would find her again and not too late. He couldn't stop thinking about her, how she had caught the wolves’ attention so easily and wondering why. And the way she had looked at him, her precise moves weren't made out of fear, not for herself at least. By the time Pierce finds her, dawn is rising and bringing the fog with it, resting on the green carpet of the woods before the sun gets to dry it. The beast is among it, her body lying on the side as if asleep, her short black hair denoting in the soft colors of the landscape. He hesitates for a second, holding his breath, he knows he would care if she's dead and that's not of his liking. On another hand she has proven to be full of surprises so he finally approaches, watching her back for any breathing movement, intensively listening for any moan of pain. He's upon her when he finally sees her back rise slightly, he then allows himself to breathe too. Crouching next to her, Pierce reaches for her back but stops short when she jerks. Taking back his hand, he decides to break the silence instead. "What was that?  I thought you were one of them" he chuckles slightly. After seconds that seemed to stretch indefinitely, he hears her mumble with a blank voice  : "I'm not like them, I'm not like you... I'm alone" Pierce feels relief at hearing her speak but she hadn't still moved, he starts wondering if she's seriously wounded but the only noticeable thing is the reddish growing stain on the side of her already dirty blouse. "You're bleeding..." He tries to touch her but she harshly shouts, shaking her back "don't touch me! " "Easy, baby!" he says, raising his hands. But she does not react any further, staying still on the ground, looking weak somehow, a surprisingly unpleasant sight for him, he doesn't really know how to undo that feeling in a way he wouldn't feel awkward about. "Yeah, well... Time is up baby, Rice should be coming with my guys in a few hours so you might wanna get a little clean..." he launches, trying to sound provocative. "I don't care" she interrupts him in the same low and monochord voice. That's not what he expected. He knows she has a temper and enough tenacity in her to not give up so easily. Somehow he hopes so, that's what he wants from her or she may never survive the tests at Transingen. But that's as far as he pushes his thoughts, refusing to further acknowledge their strange bond, denying the true reasons he's not just roughly tying her up and taking her to Rice. She's just a mutant after all. "Are you gonna cry for a few wounds, mutie? " he starts to shout. Still no reaction. He's getting confused now, crouched next to her back, an ounce of guilt tickling the back of his mind. "Fuck," he heavily sighs, running his hand through his blond hair, "I didn't know you were..., I... Didn't mean to hurt you..." "You think I'm hurt?" she cuts with a hint of nervousness in the voice. She finally raises her head, straightening her bust, resting on her hands and turning to him. She has bruises on her face; her hair is a mess with dried blood and dirt in it, she has nasty bites on her arms and a considerable laceration on her stomach bleeding through her torn blouse.

She addresses him with a furious gaze:  "You think I give a shit you made me bleed?" she says, aggressively raising her voice. "You think you hurt me when you laid your hands on me? Hell, I craved for it! You could even kill me with your own hands I would fucking love it the same, that's how fucked up you got me!" "You shut up woman!" Pierce suddenly yells with an annoyed look, making her silent and astonished; had he just called her woman? He nods his head and heavily sighs, trying hard to push away the pressing need to hug her. "Damn you..." he blows, just before grabbing the back of her neck and pressing his lips on hers in an avid kiss.

[theladyofthewest]

The Captain’s Crush

HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO @kongosoha and thank you to @inusecretsanta for giving me the opportunity to write this for Kongo!!!!!! I kinda blew my cover by liking that ask but I was just so excited!!! This is technically 1 of your gifts! I started another AU fic before you answered the ask, so I dropped that to write this for you, but I’m going to go back and finish that one too, so you’ll get 2!!! 

Title: The Captain’s Crush

Word Count: 2587

Pairing: InuKag

A note: This is a Harry Potter!AU with the sorting taken from @thequeenwillruletheboard (aka the only person other than myself that I trust with sorting these characters)

“How the fuck did Koga make Quidditch Captain?!” Inuyasha snarled, watching in thinly veiled disgust as the wolf pranced about in his Chaser robes, barking orders left and right.

“Inuyasha, if I could remind you,” Miroku hedged cautiously, taking a step away from his friend before finishing his sentence, “that he is quite good at the sport. And when you were approached you said, and I quote, ‘what the hell would I want that responsibility for?’”

“No doubt he assumed that they would be floored by his skill and appoint him regardless,” another voice interrupted, and Miroku barely managed to disguise a sigh of relief when his friend’s intense golden stare finally found a new target.

Sesshomaru.

The older Slytherin boy was standing behind them, looking down his ridiculously straight nose at his younger brother. While Inuyasha stood in his scarlet Quidditch robes, hair thrown into a messy ponytail with strands escaping to frame his face, Sesshomaru was bundled in a black velvet cloak, not a single hair out of place which, considering the force of the wind around them, Miroku found rather odd.

“You are playing today?” Sesshomaru questioned, a single brow arching perfectly in query.

“Gee I don’t know, the entire Gryffindor team is playing, maybe I’ll just sit my ass down on the grass here and wait it out.” Inuyasha snapped and Miroku flinched, waiting for the siblings to come to blows.

“Your team might have an increased chance at victory had you made the choice to do just that.” Sesshomaru said coldly.

Inuyasha’s ears drooped slightly under the bite in the remark and Miroku watched Sesshomaru’s keen eyes zero in on the movement.

“Houshi.”

“Yes?” Miroku scrambled to gather his wits as he realized Sesshomaru had turned his wrath on him now.

“Leave.”

“Oh-kay…”

It seemed unwise to look the gift horse in the mouth here and so, being a wise Ravenclaw, Miroku took the opportunity to scramble away, sending up a silent prayer for Inuyasha, who was now sandwiched between his nemesis and his brother.

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“Who are you playing against?” Sesshomaru asked, keeping his gaze straightforward as he stepped up to his younger brother’s side.

“Hufflepuff,” came the quiet response.

“That boy - the slayer’s brother -”

“Kohaku?” Inuyasha interrupted and Sesshomaru fixed him with a bored look that screamed ‘Did you really assume I cared what his name was?’

“Whoever he may be,” He said flippantly, “he plays for the team. Seeker. This Sesshomaru orders you to send well-placed Bludgers in his direction.”

“His sister is a Beater with me?!” Inuyasha protested, wondering what that poor kid could have done to put him on Sesshomaru’s hit list.

“How you manage your task is not this one’s concern.” His brother sniffed haughtily. “Word has reached this Sesshomaru that the boy has an… interest in Rin. At their age? Unacceptable. You will maim him or this Sesshomaru will take matters into his own hands.”

“I won’t maim him, you sick bastard, he’s a kid! Does the old man know you’re doing this?!” Inuyasha asked, pulling out the brothers’ shared trump card. Their father.

Sesshomaru smiled then, a truly terrifying occurrence, and spoke. “Father? He would be a hypocrite of immeasurable proportions should he take offence to this Sesshomaru’s actions, especially considering the very heated letter the Headmaster will be receiving when he learns that the wolf was made team captain over you.”

“He won’t!” Inuyasha groaned and Sesshomaru responded immediately, a sick sort of glee in his voice.

“He most definitely will.”

“Why does Dad gotta make my life more difficult just cause he’s a damn PTA mom.”

There was a pause then.

“This Sesshomaru does not understand that reference.”

“It’s a muggle thing,” Inuyasha explained tiredly and Sesshomaru’s chin jerked up several notches.

“Hnn. Of course.”

The brothers stood in silence for a moment, watching Koga flex through his robes in mirrored disgust.

“Could your reluctance to carry out this Sesshomaru’s will -”

“Plans of murder, you mean - OW! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!”

“My will.” Sesshomaru pressed on, inspecting his claws as Inuyasha clutched at his head, recovering from the sudden blow.

“Could it stem from your infatuation with a certain Muggleborn Hufflepuff?”

Sesshomaru watched in silent amusement as Inuyasha’s face turned a deep shade of red and he choked.

“No, what the -”

“There was no need to respond,” he interrupted, turning away from his younger brother again, “This Sesshomaru already knew the correct response. The question was merely posed to fluster you, bumbling simpleton that you are.”

Inuyasha muttered something that sounded suspiciously like ‘yeah, well you’re an even bigger bumbling simpleton,’ while he scuffed the ground with his foot.

“And do you perhaps fear that she will prefer the wolf to you now that he is in possession of all sorts of prestigious positions.”

There was no mistaking the derision in his voice now, and Inuyasha supposed that to Sesshomaru, the head boy who achieved straight O’s in his OWLs, and was well on his way to being the goddamn Minister if he so chose, Quidditch Captain wouldn’t be a big deal. But he had wanted it, he had deserved it. And now that wolf had the position, just like he would get Kagome.

Life fucking sucked.

“Why are you so fucking talkative today, huh? Asking all sorts of questions like some kind of creep.” Inuyasha snapped. Part of him hoped that it would be enough to shut his older brother up, but another couldn’t help but insist that it was kind of nice to feel like the other boy cared.

“Your mother asked Father who asked this Sesshomaru to make sure you were alright, as if this one didn’t have more important things to focus on.”

While his brother’s words were far from the sweet words of concern others would have  desired, Inuyasha knew that Sesshomaru didn’t do a damn thing if he didn’t want to do it. Regardless of who had asked him to come speak to Inuyasha, if he hadn’t wanted to, he wouldn’t have.

“Sorry, didn’t realize the Gobstones club was such a fucking riot.”

There. Couldn’t have anyone thinking he was going soft for his brother.

“Shut your mouth,” Sesshomaru hissed and Inuyasha resisted the urge to laugh. Clearly, Gobstones were a sensitive subject.

“He’s a pureblood and he’s Quidditch captain. He clearly likes her, why would she want me?” Inuyasha finally spoke. His hands fisted at his sides as he watched Koga approach Kagome who had just walked onto the field, presumably to wish the bastard luck.

“Because the wolf is an idiot.”  Sesshomaru responded and Inuyasha’s head shot up immediately, staring at his brother in shock. Was he saying -

“Do not misunderstand… idiot. While you, yourself, are a fool of ridiculous proportions -”

“Wow, don’t sugarcoat it.”

“- the wolf is even more so.”

There was silence then as Inuyasha watched Koga pull Kagome into a hug that set his blood on fire.

“If she still chooses him, she wasn’t worthy of you anyways.”

The words were spoken so quietly that he wouldn’t have believed he had heard them if he hadn’t seen Sesshomaru’s lips move. He knew better than to respond, the only indication that he had even heard his brother speak a small nod.

“You may be a half-blood, but half of your lineage is also mine. Taisho’s do not stand about and let wolves walk over them.”

“You’re right!” Inuyasha said, straightening his robes with a renewed sense of purpose.

“I’m Sesshomaru, of course I am.”

Ignoring his brother’s last remark, Inuyasha took a few steps in Kagome’s direction. With Koga having departed for the locker rooms, she now stood conversing with Sango. Sango whose brother he was supposed to “maim.”

“Wait, Sesshomaru?” He called, turning back. Sesshomaru, who had started leaving too, stopped and turned back.

“Um.. do me a favour.. Don’t tell the old man about any of this, huh?” Inuyasha said awkwardly, running a hand through his hair.

“Too late.” Sesshomaru responded immediately.

“WHAT?! How?! You were standing right here the whole time?!” He demanded, pulling at his hair in frustration.

“This Sesshomaru anticipated that this was exactly what was bothering you, and so he penned a letter to Father in advance, informing him of the situation.”  His brother explained calmly, smirking at him as he turned his back on him again and began to walk away.

“I expect Father is already on his way here, you know how he worries.”

Inuyasha groaned loudly before turning back to face where Kagome was standing. If he was going to do this, it had to be before his father got here and before he lost his nerve.

“Kagome!” He called out, taking determined steps in her direction.

She turned to face him, a smile breaking out across her face and he was suddenly struck all over again by how pretty she was. Her hair was blowing gently in the wind, catching the sunlight and gleaming a shiny blue. Her eyes seemed to be sparkling as she looked at him, her lips a rosy red.

Fuck, she was so out of his league.

“Inuyasha! How are you?” She asked, taking another step away from Sango and towards him.

“Good, good.” He said breathlessly, shoving his hands into his pockets. She was standing in front of him, her head tilted back so she could look him in the eyes. So close that he could smell the scent of her shampoo wafting towards him from her hair. Strawberry.

He wondered if he was imagining the way her eyes flitted to his lips when he spoke. The way they quickly roved over him before settling decidedly back on his face, a pink flush covering her cheeks.

“So.. you ready for the game today?” Kagome asked and he felt the tension begin to ebb slightly from his shoulders as she led him into conversation.

‘So she doesn’t want you to fuck off, okay good start.’

“Yeah, gotta kick your guys’ asses, don’t we?” He grinned, and she laughed.

Oh god, her laugh. If there was a sound that could encompass love, sunshine, and all of the angels in heaven singing together, then it was Kagome’s laugh.

“Winning isn’t always what’s important, you know.” She chided gently, wrapping her arms around herself as a particularly strong gust of wind blew around them.

“Are you cold?” He asked immediately, already pulling his robes off of his shoulders as she began to protest.

“Oh no, no you don’t have to -”

“I want to!” Inuyasha said firmly, wrapping the cloth around her.

“Thank you,” she whispered, smiling softly even as she blushed deeply.

Holy fuck it was cold. Even he had to admit that it was freezing. But when she looked up at him through her lashes, all he could feel was warmth spreading through him.

“So,” Kagome hedged, drawing her bottom lip under her teeth in a motion that captivated him. “Koga made captain huh?”

Aaaaand it was freezing again. All the warmth had dissipated. Something about the sound of that fucker’s name on Kagome’s lips made him want to run headlong into the Whomping Willow.

“Yeah.” He said shortly, refusing to divulge anything else.

“That’s not fair.” She finally spoke, and he was surprised at the anger in her voice. “That position should have been yours.”

Well not to toot his own horn, but he did wholeheartedly agree with her there.

“I’m sorry Inuyasha, I know how badly you wanted it.” Kagome kicked at a rock on the ground with alarming ferocity and his heart began to thud erratically at her display of anger on his behalf.

“I mean I did say I didn’t want that responsibility.” He pointed out, hoping she would contradict him and get all huffy again.

“Well who would come out and say that they want it straight?! You shouldn’t have to say it, they should have known you were the natural choice!” She snapped, glaring at him as if he was the headmaster himself.

“What can you do, what’s done is done.” Inuyasha shrugged, feeling much better about it already. Who the fuck cared about being captain? Kagome thought he was the natural choice.

“No, Inuyasha! You should fight this!” Kagome insisted, wide eyed and hands balled into fists. “You’re smart and talented and a great leader! This position was made for you!”

He was at a loss for words then. Did she really think that? Could she really believe those kinds of things about him?

“Ya mean that?” he asked quietly, looking down at her with what he hoped was a neutral expression that didn’t betray just how much the words meant to him.

“Oh, Inuyasha,” she said softly, lifting her hand to place it on his cheek, “of course I do. You’re one of the most amazing people I know. If I didn’t already like you so much, I’d be head over heels.” She laughed softly, all while his heart thudded into overdrive and sweat broke out on his forehead. Did she realize what she had just said?

“You like me?” He repeated, awestruck.

Kagome froze, her smile slipping off her face.

“Did I say that? Me?” She said quickly, her eyes glancing about wildly.

“You just did!”

“Nope, don’t remember that. Definitely wasn’t me.” Kagome insisted, pulling her hand away from his face and wringing her fingers together.

“I heard you! Kagome!” Inuyasha growled, grabbing her arm as she made to hurry away.

“You like me.” He stated, feeling a balloon of happiness start to inflate inside of him.

“No! I didn’t say like… I said… lick!” Kagome cried.

“You - what?”

“No, oh god that sounds even worse. Let’s stick to like.” She groaned, pressing her face into her hands.

“Kagome,” he began slowly, his palms suddenly clammy. “I… I like you too.”

“INUYASHA! SON, WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU, SESSHOMARU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO JUMP OFF THE ASTRONOMY TOWER!”

Well he hadn’t been planning on it before, but he was definitely considering it now.

He didn’t even turn around to face his father, keeping his eyes pressed shut, and squeezing Kagome’s hand as a signal for her to remain silent as well.

“Oh. Well, I seem to have interrupted something.”

He was such an astute man.

“My apologies kids, I’ll wait.”

He heard his father shuffle awkwardly out of the little corner he and Kagome had ducked into.

“Sorry about my dad.” Inuyasha said blandly. There was no longer any awkwardness in the words, he had spoken them enough times throughout his life.

“You like me as well?” Kagome said, ignoring his apology entirely. Her hand was squeezing his now, her eyes wide with disbelief.

“Damn, Kagome, of course I do. You’re pretty..okay looking,” he finished lamely, losing his nerve halfway through the sentence.

She seemed to understand what he meant though. She beamed, her hands releasing his and framing his face.

He couldn’t help but smile as well. Not with her looking at him like he had given her some sort of great gift.

He didn’t know who made the first move, but they were getting closer and closer, until he could see the flecks in her eyes and the light freckles dotting her nose. Close enough that he could feel her breath on his lips, see her eyelashes brushing against the smooth skin of her face when her eyes drifted shut.

Close enough that he barely registered the shout of “HURRY UP AND KISS HER ALREADY, KID!”

But ever the obedient son, he did as bid.