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Chapter 16

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: none for this chapter!

Words: 3959

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„...Babybun? Bunny, wake up...”

The alpha bended over your form, gently rubbing your soft cheeks. He giggled when you didn't move much at all, only stuffing yourself closer to the bedding spread all around you.

Taking a seat at the foot of the bed, Jungkook ran his palms over your covered shoulder, gently cooing when you didn't do much in reaction this time either.

You seemed very tired still, pulling on his heartstrings. It was already almost 7 by now though, and you might be late if you don't get up soon.

Everyone was already awake, and by the time Yoongi came down, they knew you might not have enough time to get ready if you don't get up right away.

And so, with the alpha taking a seat, a coffee mug in hand, the youngest shot up, already rushing up the stairs.

He wanted to be the special one who would wake you up today. The alpha was sure that you would have a great day if he was the one that you saw for the first time in the morning.

And so, with a bright bunny smile on, he uncovered the top duvet, showing how close you were holding the cashmere blanket they bought you. With the hoodie close to your face, he found you adorable.

Gently taking you into his arms, he pulled you to his chest, holding you close to himself. He wore a long black sweatshirt with small red letters that spelled GRFT.

Your eyes fluttered open, your cheeks rosy from sleep. Running his fingers through your hair gently, he softly hummed to himself, being mindful not to startle you in your sleepy state.

„Bunny, sweet baby, let's have breakfast now, okay?” He whispered to you, running his cheek over your head and gently swaying from side to side.

Sitting up, you rubbed at your eye, sighing out. Gently tutting at you, Jungkook pulled your fist from your face, instead intertwining your fingers and smiling at you softly.

„Don't do that bun...” nodding tiredly, he got up, only watching over you for a second. Opening up your walk-in closet, you didn't have that many clothes there yet - or at least it didn't seem like it since it was huge.

With Jimin and Taehyung, the three sorted through the many shopping bags yesterday, taking off any labels and hanging everything up carefully.

Looking back at you through the entrance, he wasn't sure what you would feel like wearing today. „Come here, soft bunny, what would you like to wear my baby?”

Turning your head to the alpha, you yawned, still too tired to really understand what he was saying.

„C...Can you choose for me, oppa?”

Feeling shivers run down his spine for a second, he hid behind the wall, feeling his cheeks warm up. Only calling out a simple yes, he started to look through the stuff the packmates had bought for you so far.

Choosing the pink coat that the other alphas mentioned how much you liked, he decided to build a simple outfit around it. Paying the most attention to you being warm the whole day, he knew that layers would do the best.

Alphas were naturally warmer in body temperature, around 39°C, making them just a bit more resistant to harsh colds.

It depended on what was the usual climate of their state, and so alphas that lived in warmer places had their temperatures colder thanks to the evolution.

Betas would sometimes have their bodies temperature also change during their pack alpha's ruts; it all came down to evolution too.

When the alphas weren't able to protect their pack well, betas would step in and do the job.

At such times, they had to be able to take full care of their packmates, the packhouse, and just everything. Betas wouldn't go through heats or ruts at all, but they still enjoyed mating, of course.

Omegas weren't equipped with anything like a different body temperature, being around the usual 37°C throughout the whole world.

He carried the few clothing items to you and held them up before you, your sleepy eyes watching him. With your white, loose pyjamas on, you looked ready to get back to bed.

„Would you like to wear the pink coat bunny? I found an outfit to go with it; look sweetheart.” He said, his eyes bright and doe-like, softly watching over you.

He felt his chest rumble, so satisfied knowing that you rested so well tonight in their packhouse with them.

They weren't sure if the sleep mist would even work, and they all realised the bad night rest might have been mostly because of the blizzard that happened, but still, the packmates were worried.

It was very important for the alphas to know that you slept well throughout the night, as hopefully, one day, you might be their omega.

If you got used to their packing house well, a lot of problems would disappear.

Sure, they could always move houses, for example, if you would struggle with the many noises coming from the cars and streets or if the house just wouldn't seem right to you.

They would, of course, go around every single available villa in Seoul with you right away if that happened.

It would be an bigger issue if you just wouldn't do well in Seoul at all.

BigHit was there and overall a lot of their work life too, and they did grow tired over the years of waking up early and going to sleep in the middle of the night.

The pack wasn't too sure if waking up to leave to go to the main city at 7 would be possible. Even then, they would do their best to help and change it for you.

Jungkook felt very happy that it might have helped at least a little bit.

Well, there wasn't any storm going on during the night, but still, with the new bedding and pyjamas and the sleep spray, you just seemed to have slept much better.

When Jin and Namjoon looked in to check how you were doing during the night and morning, you seemed to be resting very well.

And so, the packalpha only went over to check if everything was truly safe around the room, locking the window once again and doing the usual check through the bathroom and walk-in closet.

Namjoon patted your shoulder gently, leaving a bit of his scent on you before he left to go to sleep himself.

And when the eldest woke up and walked from his room in the morning, before going to start breakfast, he too stepped into your room, watching over you fondly, smiling, and leaving quietly, letting you sleep in.

You seemed much calmer tonight.

Showing you the pink coat, you nodded; you liked it a lot, and suddenly, you felt excited to wear it. Holding up a pair of loose-fitting cream trousers and a really comfortable-looking sweater with a low collar.

„Is this okay, sweet babybun?” Crouching before you, he held his palm over your knee, his thumb rubbing it gently.

Combing your hair out of your face, he let it stay behind your ears, smiling at you with his teeth showing.

„I like it, thank you.” Chuckling at you softly, he stood back up, handing you the clothes he chose and letting you go on and change in the bathroom.

Closing the doors behind yourself, you yawned again, placing the bundle of fabrics on the counter. By washing your face first, you felt yourself wake up more.

Taking off your pyjamas, you pulled on the pair of pants and a short-sleeved t-shirt you tucked in.

Shrugging on the sweater, you felt yourself warm up once again after being pulled from the warm sheets.

While brushing your hair gently, you noticed the few hair ties laying in a small cup container.

Taking a few out, you walked back out of the bathroom, the alpha looking up at you right away. Your bed was made by now, and the window curtains were pulled apart too. It was still dark outside, though, only making you more tired again.

„Hm? Do you want me to brush your hair for you, baby?” Ushering you over to the bed, he took a seat behind you, taking the brush from you.

Pulling all your hair back, he gently started to comb through it, starting at the ends. „Could you... maybe m-make it into braids?” You whispered softly, not sure if you could ask for stuff like this.

Hearing him coo at you softly, his fingers went through your hair. Resting his forehead against the back of your hair, his arms went around your sides, squeezing you into his warmth.

He wasn't so skilled with stuff like this; he knew that his fingers would just not be able to do something like this.

And you asked so nicely too, soft and timid; his heart fluttered knowing that you were brave enough to ask him for something you wanted.

„Aigoo... Sweetest bunny, I'm so sorry... I think I'm not good enough with hair for that baby. Here, let me take you to Jin or someone; they will for sure know how to do it.”

Feeling guilty, he brushed his cheek over your temples, letting his scent waft around you. Standing up with you, he took your palm in his, still holding the brush, while you took the few hair ties.

Walking downstairs with you, he let you walk first, watching closely to see if you would slip. You made your way to the kitchen; all of the alphas were there by now.

The first to notice you was Jimin, smiling gently at you. Walking closer to you and the youngest, he took a hold of your cheeks, chuckling at how tired you still looked.

„My princess! How did you sleep tonight? Come on, let's get some breakfast in your tummy, baby." He said, taking your hand in his and noticing the hair ties you held.

„Hm? What's with those?” The alpha said this, looking at his other packmate.

„Bunny wants to have braids today, but I don't know how to do those well." He mumbled, feeling a little ashamed. Rubbing his neck, he gave the hairbrush to the other alpha.

Giggling to himself, Jimin only shook his head at Jungkook, ushering you both to the table. Taking a seat back at his half-uneaten plate, the youngest dug back in.

Pulling your chair out for you, Hobi placed a brown wooden bowl before you, looking over you gently. You must have slept much better tonight.

Running his fingers through your soft locks, Yoongi also looked fondly over you. Whatever the packmates bought at the Omega Target store, it must have worked.

„What would you like to have pup?" The pack alpha asked, already standing up from his seat to prepare a plate for you.

Looking over the spread on the table, there were a few pots laying around. A big ceramic pot of porridge soup, a kimchi stew, soft, fluffy bread,three fried eggs still in a sizzling pan, and a big pot of still steamy rice

Pointing to the kimchi soup, you wanted to taste it again; it was very good last time. Pursing his lips at your choice, the packalpha realised that it wasn't the best thing for you at the moment.

„Babycub, I'm sorry, but this could be too spicy, especially in the morning... How about you eat a little bit after something else, hm? ...Yea?” Rubbing your cheek lightly, he smiled apologizedly.

Mumbling out an okay, you just pointed to the other stew, looking up at the pack alpha for approval. Smiling widely at you, he was quick to scoop up a portion for you.

Preparing a small bowl of rice for you in the meantime, Jin rubbed your back gently, letting his chin go over your head while he placed it next to you.

„What would you like to drink, babycheeks?” Taehying asked, looking at you from next to the counter. After thinking for a bit while you were handed a spoon and chopsticks, you weren't sure what you felt like having.

„I don't know...” You whispered, tasting the porridge. It was made from pumpkin and had a very warming and creamy taste.

„How about some jasmine tea kitten? Taehyung-ah made himself some this morning, and there should still be a bit left. It might be cool by now too, right, Tae?”

The alpha asked, looking over to his younger packmate. He nodded, knowing that the tea would be safe for you to have.

You liked tea much better than coffee, and you felt like a warm, slow morning was what you needed at the moment. Nodding virgously, you hadn't had a good-quality jasmine tea in a while.

Looking towards the other alpha, you whispered out a soft yes, please.

Making the second oldest lean over, gently patting your head and face. You were so nice, always saying please and thank you.

And so, at your request, the alpha did so right away, taking out a dark blue simple mug before he filled it up with the warm liquid.

Placing it before you, he also ran his fingers over your shoulder, stirring it around with a small spoon. Letting you eat calmly, he still had to get ready himself, even if he wasn't going to the company today.

And so, eventually, while you ate, most of the alphas went on to prepare before they had to leave in a few minutes. Few of them would stay at home today, and so they weren't rushing much.

Finishing up the soup, you handed the bowl to the packalpha, who smiled at you from his seat. He was used to waiting for everyone to finish their food, not wanting to let anyone eat on their own. Plus, he enjoyed sipping his coffee slowly.

Approving of the empty dish, he scooped up only a small bit of the kimchi stew that Jin still didn't take away. Thanking him, you ate it, the spice getting into you only by the end.

You felt full, standing up to take the bowl away, the oldest turned to you right away to take it from you. „Come here, let me do those braids for you, baby cub." He said, drying his hands.

Leading you back to the kitchen table, you took a seat again while the alpha took the hair comb from the table, gently going through your locks.

Being quick to look up some sort of tutorial on his phone, he placed it on the table, only looking over it from time to time since it was a photo one.

And so, while you were being pampered by the alpha, rather than actually doing the hairstyle, he sneakily ran his fingers through your hair, his scent locking in deeper that way, you sipped at your tea, your knees pulled close to your chest.

„What is your schedule today, pup?” Namjoon asked, looking at you with gentle eyes. He wouldn't get to stay at home today, sadly, having to go talk to some more managers about the new pack situation they were in.

Eventually, they would have to bring you to BigHit to sign some sort of NDA, but they still have to go over all the details. Yoongi would come with him today, the alpha always being able to see through people's bullshit.

He would be able to make sure no mistakes were made, hopefully.

„I have a shorter day today; we only have the portfolio development lessons once every two weeks, so I should end already before lunch break... I mean, I c-can stay to eat my lunch there, but I'm not su-sure because then Jin Oppa has to prepare it and-”

You rambled on, your voice growing more anxious. A warm hand took hold of yours, Yoongi watching over you warmly.

„It's okay, kitten, don't worry. Someone will come get you whenever you are ready to go, my kitty.” He said, trying to calm you down.

Tying up the last braid, Jin bent before you, pulling out a few of your baby hairs, making sure nothing was too tight and uncomfortable. Smiling softly at you, he stood up, satisfied with his work.

„It's all okay, my baby cub. You don't have to worry about a thing, hm? Alpha's will take care of everything.” He said, his knuckles gently rubbing your cheek.

Nodding shyly, you mumbled out a soft thank you.

„Would you like to go out with a few of us today then? When everyone is free. And if you'll feel up to it, of course. What do you say, baby peaches?” The alpha asked.

Nodding, you would love to do so. You weren't so sure what you would do with them, but it didn't matter too much to you; you were more than sure that the packmates would take good care of you.

Smiling even wider, he patted your hair gently, soothing any nerves you might feel. He would stay back today too, and since Jin also woke up early today to help with everything, he was more than ready to get back to bed.

„Okay pup. Alphas will think of something later on, hm?” Namjoon said, standing up to start packing all the stuff he might need for today. He would have to bring in all of the legal pack's mandatory documents too.

And so, you soon followed too; after finishing up your tea, you went upstairs to brush your teeth well. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you really liked how your hair looked. You weren't too clever with your hair, so it was new but quite lovely.

Realising that you didn't take your backpack back from Yoongi's studio yesterday, you sighed, taking your phone from the charger before you rushed back downstairs.

A few of the alphas were sitting on the couch, watching something on TV. You didn't have time to listen in; it would soon be 7:30, and you would have to go to be on time.

Looking for the alpha, he was already standing by the countertop, helping Jin finish packing up the dosirak case. It was an older dish, still from the time Jungkook would take it when he went to high school. It hadn't been used in a while, but the eldest was glad they still had it.

„Oppa? Do you have my bag?” You asked, feeling a bit of stress come over you. Turning to you right away, Yoongi gently chuckled at you, showing you your backpack that Jin just stuffed up with the lunchbox.

Zipping it up for you, he took it himself, ruffling up your hair. „Alpha got it; don't you worry, sweet kitten. Come to the car soon, okay?” He said, already walking to the entrance while calling out a few goodbyes.

And so, the eldest walked to you right away, pulling you between his arms and letting you rest against his wide shoulders. Sighing out gently, he wanted to keep you close for much longer but knew that it wasn't possible.

„Peaches, take care of yourself, okay? Just message alphas if anything happens, okay? We are always here, my cub. We got you.”

Letting his hands run over your lower back, he held you to his chest for a few more seconds, your scent rubbing off on him a bit.

Stepping back, he let his knuckles gently run over your soft cheeks. Smiling gently, the alpha ushered you towards the couch, where the three maknaes sat, playing a game.

Turning to you right away, Jimin shot up immediately, realising that you would be leaving soon. Pulling you to himself, he let himself fall back, giggling loudly at your whines.

Sitting up, he held you on his lap, resting his head over your shoulder and smiling at you. With his cheek rubbing against yours, he softly swayed you from side to side, cradling you close while the alpha scented you sneakily.

„My princess, no! Don't go, baby... Stay here with alphas for today, cutie..." He murmured, giggling through his words.

„Yea, babycheeks, stay with us today; school doesn't matter too much anyways, and—"

„Taehyung-ah, stop that right now. You know 'mega's studies are important.”

The pack alpha proclaimed loudly, a side bag over his shoulder, his eyes strict and sharp on his packmate. He was most definitely not having a discussion over this right now.

Whining out, the younger man threw his head back, whining while sneaking his warm hands around you, pulling you close to himself too.

„Babybun, be careful today, okay? Text us through the day, yeah? We will get worried, bunbun!” The youngest also whined out, turning to you from sitting on the ground, his fingers squeezing you while sharing soft eye contact.

He couldn't hold in his own giggles either.

„Yeah, princess, pay lots and lots of attention today. Make sure you stay warm, sweetheart.” He mumbled, rubbing his chin over your neck.

Walking over, the other rapper also rushed in to say his goodbyes, laughing loudly at how you were currently held captive by the youngest.

Prying their hands off of you, he cooed loudly while picking you up, letting you wrap your arms around his neck while he held you up with his arms.

Swaying you softly, he smiled at you gently. „Have a great day, bub, hm? Message alphas if anything goes wrong, okay, sunshine? We will solve all problems for you.” He giggled out, your own smile appearing.

Setting you back down after a few seconds, he rubbed his face over yours softly, letting his and your scents exchange. The maknaes rushed to get up too, clearly not satisfied with how their scent didn't stick that much to you.

Laughing loudly at them, Hobi pulled you away quickly, rushing you to the entrance doors and holding the other men away.

Helping you put on your shoes and coat, Namjoon made sure that the pink coat was tied properly while the other four argued, not meaning it too much.

„Okay, babypup, let's go now.” He said, his dimples showing at how you turned to say a soft goodbye, having a mingle of sweet nicknames and byes come back to you.

Pulling you by your palm, he shut the doors after you both. Walking first, the packalpha led you to the started car, the vehicle rumbling.

Opening up the Hyundai's doors for you, the alpha helped you click the seatbelt, tugging on it before he too took a seat next to Yoongi.

Turning the heater on the high setting, the other alpha made sure that the car was comfortable before you got in.

Shutting the doors well, he started to drive slowly towards the main road, the snow crunching under the tires. It hasn't been snowing since yesterday, but it might start later.

And so soon the car arrived. The drive was mostly quiet, with only soft music playing in the background. Using the parking pass, Yoongi stopped the car without parking.

Climbing slowly out, you weren't feeling like going to school at all today.

Hugging you gently, the alpha ran his palms over your sides, holding your face up to look into his eyes. Softening up his gaze right away, he cooed softly at you, holding your face to his neck right away at your gaze.

„Awh baby kitty no... It's okay. Don't be sad, kitten; alphas aren't going far, hm? You can always call if you need anything, my sweetheart.” He tried to calm you down, noticing that you were a bit off this morning.

Bopping your nose gently, he smiled, trying to pick up your mood. When it didn't work, he rubbed his chin over the top of your head, being mindful not to mess up the hairstyle.

„Come here, pup, let Alpha hold you for a minute. Don't be upset, sweetie... I know, I know...” Taking you into his arms, Namjoon was quick to rub his cheek over your head too, letting you rest your head against the crook of his neck.

„It's okay; don't you worry about a thing. Alpha got you 'mega...”

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kurosstuff · 6 months

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Gorgon Rosie x GN Bunny Reader but make it horror related smut. Or if you don't wanna do Rosie- Dragon Lute

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Thank you lovely~ im.. not to sure if this was for the event or not but I do love monster aus so- either way

Maybe I'll do a dragon lute if someone requests it♡♡

Warning(s): predator x prey, G!P rosie, smut, she messes with you, not right autonomy(rosie has a lower had of snake tail. And she has a dick so-?) Kinda horror kinda not? Idk, ruts/cycles? Kinda horror smut(If you consider her teasing taunts of eatting you) gn reader but afab, breeding attempts/talks, eggs? Idk

Gorgon!Rosie x Bunny!GN!reader: prey? Or more.

Getting lost in the woods wasn't always good- especially for being a prey. You could hold your own against some predators. But being a small bunny- against something like a wolf? Or any other creature out here?

Where you live? Nope. Can't do much besides running with your legs anywhere you can be- panting you stopped and looked around- ears twitching to pick up any noises you could hear slowly you walked deeper into the path- the thick woods forming almost a wall from how close the trees grew to one another

"Safe..I'm - I'm safe," you repeated to yourself unnerved by how quiet it was. The faint chirps of birds so far away. As if they didn't wanna be close to here. As If this is a place no one was dared to go.

Something told you- it wasn't safe. Alert, you glanced around, ready to leave at an actual moment if you needed. Taking a deep breath you stepped over a huge odd looking log- the almost red in it would have caught your attention if it weren't for your nerves being to shot.

Nor did you see the log move into the woods to hide

The deeper you went in, the more quiet it got. Taking a deep breath, you stopped. You reached a dead end. The unbelievably soft ground on your Paws making your ears strain twitching to pick up any noise.

Nothing.

Your ear twitched- now all the sudden, deathly nervous. Nervous on how silent this side of the forest got even more- looking around your tail twitched in fear legs shaking as if ready for run at any given moment but you couldn't run.

You were being watched.

Narrowing your eyes, you swallowed, trying to see anything out of the ordinary- but nothing did. It looked like a normal part of the trees- shifting together to hide this section off. Nervously, you played with your fingers as you counted. Your heart beating in your ears almost deafening you from how loud it was being-

How scared you were.

Closing your eyes, you tried to calm down. To relax. To convince yourself it's ok - you ok. No one's there. You're alone. A shift of movement above you caught your attention - a deep shiver ran down your back. Opening your eyes in the darkness, you could make out something - didn't take long to figure out it was a tail. A long tail moving up into the trees- up high

Whatever it was? Wanted you to notice.

It blended so well into the well it was like nothing was there. Yet it was moving- the only indication to you it wasn't an odd looking branch- no. It was alive.

Slowly, you looked up, seeing a figure in the trees hidden almost like they weren't truly there, but you knew they were watching you. A slow hiss escaped the figure, making you shake, backing up more, looking around. Glancing up the figure appeared to be a female as she stared down watching your every move. Didn't take long to realize-

Your standing in a nest.

"A adorable bunny out here alone?" a soft hiss echoed through out the forest making you shake your ear twitching as the mystery woman in the tree cooed "Oh poor darling~ I'm so sorry~" a soft hiss escaped her as she slithered down revealing herself to you finally-

Making you pale- tearing up. you're gonna die, no doubt about it. Of all gorgons. Of ALL predators. IT had to be her. Rosie. A cannibal of all things - one who wasn't above eating her own kind. Who was the most deadliest of them all

And now you- a bunny. Is in her nest wandered a bit to far to escape from the cold harsh air "darling~? Did you not hear me? Would you care for a cup of tea?"

Jolting you looked up at her tearfully- oh that adorable look~ if it weren't for her genuinely curious of you- she would have just eaten you the moment you stepped into her territory. Her home.

Her nest.

Blinking you nod foot tapping nervously as her long- long red spotted tail nudged you forward with her- "y-yes ma'am im- I'm sor-"

"No, no! No need to be sorry, dear little bunny~ I don't mind some company~" an odd dangerous glint in her eyes. You may be clueless on some things of other species. But you're no fool to this one.

Rosie is trying to figure out if she were to eat you. Or not. Oh, how you hope she doesnt- so you allow her to push ypu onto a table as the turns making a cup of tea. Her tail close to you- as If you stepped out she'd know. And you knew that-

"Bunny~? I do certainly hope you're not trying to run~ I do certainly love a chase of my food, but. You're not my food~" Turning to you, she winked "so relax for now~ sit back and just.. drink up~?" Purring placing the cup in front of you as she slithered so close to you

Glancing around, you looked for a chair seeing none, you choked, finally speaking "where.. where do I sit?" Making her pause in thought glancing at you- Making you squeek- humming, she moved, coiling her tail behind you

"I don't need a chair. I use my tail, but it's long enough to share~" she purred, gently nudging you to sit back on her tail, humming you, curled up slightly you gently tool the cup thanking her as you sipped. It's surprisingly good. "I do enjoy tea. Me and my darling friend do adore the beverage.. shame not alot of people like it nor partake in trying to make one" she hummed.

Making you flinch. Right. Rosie's friend- didn't take much to figure out. She meant that deer- Alastor. A cannibal just like her. Both such scary creatures. You were surprised they got along so well- but you supposed it made sense. Cannibals seemed to always prefer the comfort of those similar in these woods after all. Shivering you sighed- you have to remember.

Just because shes docile now. Doesn't mean she always will be.

Just like her best friend. She's well known for her sudden attacks. Against those she deemed not as food. Something akin to amusement. A sick twisted amusement that Alastor is also known to partake in.

Not even cause their hungry. But because they can

Your foot thumped against her tail nervously- a way to show your discomfort. Your fear of the chance to be eaten. To be taken and gobbled up by the Gorgon lady

"My~ look it here~" rosie called out lifting your foot up as you drank, her deep black eyes gazing- dispite no pupils you knew what she was looking at- the Paws- squeaking loudly once she poked at it gently with her Claws "My lucky bunny's foot~ no?"

There it is.

That dangerous glint on her face.

You had to remind yourself despite her kind nature at the moment. She's a dangerous predator the- WORST one you could have run into from the Gorgons side. Gulping your ears flickered as she hummed, pushing on the paw pads

Making you thump- gasping- snickering her tail slowly coiled around you "now now~ bunny if you do that- I may just eat you~" she purred out hearing your whines as she Messed with you "I see. So it is sensitive, huh?"

It was silent as she watched you twist groan and moan in her tail her eyes becoming so much darker if that was possible

"Bunny, listen. I'm gonna jump right to it- I'll only say and ask this once, " she suddenly spoke gently, squeezing you to get your focus."I want to breed you." She purred out, smiling that same dangerous glint in her eyes. Maybe the glint was wrong- "I can smell it you know. So can any other nearby. Your cycle started- it is around that time for bunnies no~?" She cooed out gently

Silent as she waited for your answer, drinking her tea, making you take in that smell you noted earlier about her. Making you squeak again, seeing an amused smirk on her face. It's the snakes mating season too.

And rosie is a Gorgon.

A snake.

"I'll take a no. I'm no monster, " Rosie spoke up humming. Seeing the nervous look in your eyes, she sighed, "I am a cannibal a predator who eats literally everyone-" hearing her admit it allowed did nothing to settle your racing heart. It didn't matter if you knew already. Gently cupping your face, she frowned. "I'd never force anyone to mate with me. I'm very keen on consent. It's very important after all"

Now that - oddly did comfort you. Blinking your ears twitched in thought, glancing around before slowly nodding, "i.. I'll mate with you" you whispered, making her hum in approval. Standing up easily, carrying you back to her nest

Moving into it, her tail curled around your body as If to hug you "now.. don't be so shaky little bunny~ I'll take good care of you~" Rosie purred out, kissing you gently, moving to strip you after again getting permission- your feet thumped nervously as she hummed

"How.. how do we-" gesturing to her lower half making her laugh softly "sorry was- that rude i- um-" kissing you deeply she hummed hissing softly

"I do have a dick." Rosie started grinding against you slightly."Just need to prep myself~ "I'll easily slip in ok~?" Kissing you deeply groaning softly panting against your lips

Yelping feeling something poking you glancing down, you finally noticed it - making her smirk "is- Is that -" you stuttered, trailing off as she nodded slowly you willingly opening your legs for her- on either side of her waist-

Inviting her

Humming, her tail curls more around you as she panted, rubbing the slit on herself as she started to poke out more "i- did anyone ever tell you not to play with your f-food?" You choked out as she hummed laughing as she pulled out fully pumping herself- it looked odd. But you knew a dick when you saw one.

"Who said fucking my food before I eat is playing?" Rosie purred out moaning moving close panting heaving rubbing her tip on your entrance "I know how bunny's are. Their unsatisfied. Sex crazed beasts, no? Such a soft cuddly creature that can go all night with no rest~" Without waiting, she slowly pushed in growling as you moaned, stretching around her, welcoming her in "fuck so tight~" such an off thing to hear such a old fashioned lady to swear

But like always, the kindness she held for you didn't change. She willed her hips to stop once her tip was in. Resting inside you as she awaited your approval, leaning close, she kissed your tears away, praising you softly nuzzling into you "ill be gentle~ don't wanna break my darling bunny no~?"

"O-oh~" you moaned out softly, panting heavily flushed dark holding onto her tail as it comforting laid under- on- all over you. Yet didn't crush you- just stayed as if to bring you comforting- your ears drooped twitching as she moved deeper into you, stretching you out more to fit her groaning loudly under her

"That's it~ I've got you~" she moaned, growling out kissing your neck gently as she pushed fully into you. "Now warning~ I'll be as gentle as I can, but.. Given the season, I may not be~" she growled out, moving into you, slowly, hands roaming all over as she bit down on your neck, making you whine loudly sobbing out

"Wh- I thought you said you weren't gonna eat me yet-!"

Humming moving into you faster, panting ignoring your question as she licked your bloodied neck groaning, "feels so good~ think you'll get pregnant?" She teased feeling you squeeze her as she pounded roughly into you "kidding~ got no eggs ready yet anyways~ maybe in the later season?" Moaning out loudly

Moving faster, rutting into you she moved biting anywhere she could hard enough to bleed. You weren't sure if she was mating you- or trying to sooth her other hunger.

Either way it made it all so much hotter.

Hearing your cries and moans of her name made her snarl uncharacteristically wild- like that when she's starved. In this case she supposed she was. Not in the feeding way no- in the way she wants you for herself. As a mate.

Her mate.

The thought made her groan pounding faster, twitching deeply inside you- "wait- are- are you gonna cum inside-" you sobbed out arms losely around her next as she claimed you- took you for herself. Marking you up as hers- her bunny- her mate.

You didn't mind if she did-

"Of course darling bunny~ i-i gotta properly breed you, no?" Rosie stuttered out groaning, panting her black pupil-less eyes staring down at you as she licked the blood off her lips- your blood.

God, was it hot.

Humming, she twitched more inside you, her pace unrelenting but now- sloppy as she fought to not come yet. Leaning down kissing your question, I am well aware of what you were about to ask "I will not come before you do~ my darling bunny I want to feel you- come on~ I can feel it~" she growled nipping at your bruised lips swallowing your moans and cries "come on~ don't you wanna come on my cock~?"

That- brought you even closer to the edge- and she knew it from how she smirked cocky at how you broke around her- even more - as you finally came around her harshly screaming out her name arching your back

"That's my good bunny~" Rosie moaned out watching you closely pounding rougher bring her cock out to the tip before ramming herself back in- the one thing on her mind- oh she truly can't wait to Have you all to herself for the whole season

Panting heavily holding your bruised Clawed up waist, she pushed as deep as she could inside you, releasing deep into you, claiming you on the inside like she did the out. "Fuck~" a curse falling from her lips as she fell forward slumped onto your chest smirking panting at the squeak you made

Staying nestled inside you the best she could- for as long as she could. Feeling her cock slip right back inside herself groaning "did so good my bunny ~" nuzzling you leaning back she grabbed a towel she kept on the side to clean you up smirking at how you gushed of her- humming in approval of her attempt

Laying slumped feeling hee uncoil around you whining- knowing now it's time. She's gonna eat you like she's talked about. Hinted at- but she moves coiling around herself you in her arms cuddled close to steal your warmth- it made you confused

"Your.. not gonna eat me?" You choked out- holding onto her arms, making her stop - staring confused before she hummed

"No. I won't eat my mate, of course, "pulling you close to her chest, ignoring your questions "sleep. Need rest no? For now. Then I'll mate you again and again-" she purred kissing you- her mate gently making you freeze flushed

Smiling, you curled up comfortably in her arms with the help of Rosie to move your legs. You hummed moving to nuzzle into her happily.

You couldn't wait to see what she had in store for you

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin rosie #hazbin hotel rosie #rosie x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #MONSTER AU

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bbyquokka · 2 years

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The thought of a idol felix preforming Taste with his gf in the crowd and he keeps catching glances to her 😭

I was wondering if you can do a fem× idol!au smut & fluff towards the end with felix and after the show they just can't keep their hands off each other once they get back to the hotel ( oh and felix a switch )

I adore everything you post keep up the amazing work! ❤️

i speed wrote this. to put into context, i started writing it after your second ask, lmao. i hope it doesnt seem rushed though.. i just had an idea and wanted to jot it down asap before i forgot it (that tends to happen alot to me) anyways; thank you for your kind words, it means a lot! lemme know your thoughts and opinions – i welcome all feedback!

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His eyes glued on you. His hand trailing up his inner thigh to his torso, body gliding across the floor. His stare dominating, suffocating. He's looking at you, watching your every move. Taking in every emotion and movement.

Your rosy cheeks, your breath hitching in your throat; he loves making you submit to him. You're weak to him, he's powerful. His voice sends shivers down your spine. The way his hands caress and run over his body sensually brings back memories.

He approaches you, hooking his finger under your chin, the words "just look at me" in a deep, sensual whisper, commanding you to do as you're told. He's making you weak, clouding your mind with nothing but thoughts of him and him only.

He's enjoying this way more than he should. Way more than he is allowed to. He just knows that once you're both back at the hotel, it's going to get even more heated.

Your hands roaming all over one another, clothing discarding in a trail from the door to the bedroom. Lips sucking and kissing the skin of each other's necks, teeth sinking into the delicate skin.

A clear of the throat pulls you both apart, Hyunjin watching you both with a raised brow. You flush pink, aware you're naked in front of your boyfriend's best friend.

"Hyunjin!" You squeak out, covering your body with your hands. Hyunjin laughy softly, approaching you slowly, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm Felix's roommate. Did he forget to tell you?" You look at Felix, a pink color on his cheeks indicating that he did indeed fail to tell you.

"Felix!" You whine, laughing softly. Felix looks at his feet, aware of the situation. He shrugs and pouts at you both. You raise a brow, slowly

"Not even a sorry?" The sudden shift in atmosphere causes Felix to shiver and swallow his saliva. Hyunjin felt the sudden change, smirking and finding it amusing. Your sudden boost of confidence takes over as you slowly walk to your boyfriend.

He bites his bottom lip gently, watching you walk slow circles around him. Eyeing him up and down, like a lioness stalking its prey. You stand behind him, kissing the back of his neck. The taste of salt evident on his skin from his sweat, your hands trailing down his abs to the waistband of his underwear that he failed to take off.

"W-What are–"

"Be quiet." You scoff, cupping his clothed erection. Hyunjin watches, arms folded. He finds it amusing to watch his friend go all soft and submissive. He always thought it was the other way around; but he had his suspicions and his behaviour right now, confirms them.

"But, Hyunjin." Felix chokes out, feeling your fingertips lightly outline the length of his cock through the material. You hum, looking at Hyunjin over Felix's shoulder.

"I'm sure Hyunjin doesn't mind, right?" You coo, directing the end of your sentence to Hyunjin. He unfolds his arms, walking towards you both.

"Of course not." He strokes Felix's hair gently before stroking his cheeks, "Just be good for us, lix." He plants a gentle kiss on Felix's lips, a soft whine escaping his lips, indicating that he wants more. Hyunjin pulls away, laughing as Felix’s whines before his gaze falls onto you.

Something about Hyunjin fascinates you. He's not hard to read, but sometimes, you feel like he is. Hyunjin's main concern is you. He wants to get his hands on you, play with you. He's been curious about you just as much as you have about him and maybe tonight will be the night.

Hyunjin grabs your wrist, pulling you flush against his body; his eyes dark with lust. It’s like hyunjin has been waiting for eternity for this moment, to get his hands on you. It’s wrong of him to think and feel that, considering you're his best friend's partner, but he cannot help the way he feels about you; there's just something about you that intrigues Hyunjin. Felix watches, letting out a pathetic whimper. Hyunjin's lips are suddenly on yours, a shock to your system. Your brain fails to register what is happening.

Felix swallows, unable to do anything about the current situation. He watches Hyunjin kiss you, his plump lips moving against yours slow and sensually. His hands trail down your back, cupping your ass, a muffled moan falls past your lips.

Hyunjins lips trail from your lips to your neck where he softly sucks and bites your skin. You let out soft moans, holding onto Hyunjin's shoulders for stability.

"Can i–?"

"No." You smirk, looking at Felix who is desperately palming himself, his eyes glossy with desperation.

"Just be a good boy lix and let me take care of y/n." Hyunjin coos, his hands caressing the curve of your ass, lips sucking and kissing your skin trailing down to your breasts. You him, pushing back his hair as his lips wrap around your nipple. He sucks and nibbles on the bud, making you kick your head back and groan softly.

Felix whimpers from the side, feeling a sense of helplessness. All he can do is stand and watch whilst giving himself some sort of relief. The more he watches, the more he wants to join in. He debates about it, wondering if he should.

Why shouldn't he? Why should he let you have all the fun with his best friend? Why is Hyunjin allowed to pleasure you and not him? You're his girlfriend after all!

A wave of jealousy and possessiveness washes over him, clouding his mind and taking over his body. His legs automatically make their way behind you, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

"You really think I would just stand and watch my best friend pleasure you and not do anything about it?" You bite your lip gently, the roles reversing between you both. You swallow thickly, looking behind you with doe eyes as you flutter them, innocently.

Felix scoffs, rolling his eyes as he presses his clothed boner flush against your ass. You grunt, feeling him grind against you. Hyunjin pulls away from your nipple, licking his lips.

"But, you don't like sharing, lix."

"True, but I don't mind if it's Hyunjin." You shiver, the presence of the two men sandwiching you shakes you to your core. You feel your entrance throb, excitement bubbling in your stomach and exploding, coursing through your veins.

Felix trails his hand down your stomach, cupping your cunt. You buck your hips in his hand, desperately rutting in the palm of his hand, wanting some sort of relief. Your slick coats the palm of his hand, Hyunjin watching in amusement

"Oh, we are going to have so much fun with you!" Hyunjin grins, looking at Felix.

"We're going to make it a night you will never forget."

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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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💜- hawks rut while you’re already pregnant. I can’t get this idea out of my dumb littol bimbo brain

cw: pregnancy!kink, hawks x reader.

“you’re not full enough,” keigo heaves from above you; amber irises darkened with full hollow desire. the slits in his eyes remain narrow and barely there as if nothing will pull him from this trance. “need t’put a lil more inside ya, kay dove?”

you can’t help the heat that sparks between your legs, the bristle of lust flickering in your lower tummy feeling your husband’s cock— wet and heavy drag along your inner thighs. you can’t tell him you’re already so full, round with his child from countless nights of keigo takami forcing his seed into your fertile womb. why would you? not when he hangs over you like this, blonde hair sticky against his brow, cheeks rosy tinted as he ruts into your plush thighs— desperate to put himself in you.

“but keigo,” you mewl when he forces his way between your legs, hardened dick pressed right up against your puffy folds and sending a pleasant tingle across the body from the source at your clit. you could blame your pregnancy hormones or the look on your husband’s face when he feels you leak against his pulsing shaft, costing him in your slick. “got a baby...your baby inside me already,”

the hero ascends on your neck like a bird on it’s prey, caging you hotly beneath his toned body— biting and marking with possession as he pleases, teasing you both with the slide of his cock between your pussy lips and prodding at your entrance from time to time. “but’cha pussy’s empty...gotta let me fill it dove, lemme fuck you ‘n give you ‘nother pretty baby...you gotta,”

and although hawks is clearly the one in charge, rutting against your cunt salaciously as sticky and lewd sounds fill the sex tinted air— he begs you, pressing into your tight walls, he begs you to let him hump another baby into your womb. and you can’t say no to him.

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tipsydipsydo · 3 years

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The laundry hamper [M]

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Gender of the Reader: female

Word Count: 2.2k

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut

AU: College AU!; Roommates2Lovers AU!; Friends2Lovers! AU

Warnings: Dirty Language + slight Dirty Talk; sweet and shy but naughty Jungkookie; Mentions of Masturbation in the shower; Scent/Smelling-Kink; Panty-Sniffing; Masturbation; slight Voyeurism; Teasing; Petnames; soft sub! Jungkook & dom! Reader undertones; Mentions of mutual Masturbation; Mentions of 69-Position

Summary: Jungkook has a crush on you since you moved together for college but the poor boy is way too shy to confess his feelings to you... rather he would search through your laundry hamper to get a shirt which smells after your very personal scent and tries to calm his racing heart... and other nerves. He didn’t thought to get catched by the person who already stole his whole heart in the most embarrassing situation...

A/N: Happy first year friendship anniversary with my dearest @borathae!! I love you to death my sweetheart and I thought today would be the perfect occasion to finally finish this Oneshot I started 10 months ago and waited to get finished until today on my IPad... especially because you was the person who gave me the inspiration to write this idea... I hope you like it!!

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He knows it's bad and that he shouldn't do it. Well... honestly, already before this thought, which is haunting him since two weeks, he wasn't any kind of "well mannered" anymore. ...before you apologized for taking so much space with your shower untensils in the shower basket and then decided, to take your Shampoo, Conditioner and Bodylotion to your room.

The thing you didn't know was that you took with this decision, Jungkook's one and only opportunity to properly jerk off, with you.

Why?

God, just when the poor boy thinks about it... the thought alone gives him a rosy-red blush all over his cheeks, which almost reachs his ears and leave him completely flustered and ashamed.

How to explain it... your quiet, adorably awkward and super shy roommate, who has a crush on you since two years (or even longer!) tend to use your hair shampoo as a little "fantasy kick". How could he resist the opportunity to smell something so familiar which reminds him of you, so close?

How he used it you ask yourself?

While he was showering, he sniffed on the opened lid of the shampoo bottle like a fucking dog in his rut and jerked off to the smell of English Wild Roses. Yeah, even Jungkook himself is absolutely sure that he reached a whole new level of freakiness. Who else jack themself off while sniffing on a damn hair shampoo bottle?!

Jungkook has simply a thing for scents... especially for everything that smells like you. Whenever something of you comes in contact with his nostrils, he immediately pops a boner.

Really, it's not funny anymore when you feel that your dick is going hard just from getting a whiff of your crush's parfum when they're passing by.

Anyway, not your parfum or shower utensils are giving Jungkook a problem now, it's much more your laundry hamper which suddenly developts a really strong seductive affect on him.

Both of you having a seperate laundry hamper in the shared bathroom and also a laudry bag in your room. It's easier to have these two opportunities to put your laundry than walking always with an arm full of dirty clothes through the whole apartement.

Especially when friends of the other person are over and a pair of Kook's boxer briefs or one of your bra's found their way to the floor, unnoticed. Okay, 'unnoticed' as long as one of your friends are yelling that there is dirty underwear in the hallway. Of course not without dropping some stupid and teasing comments.

Yeah, it's really better for Jungkook's and your own peace to have a laundry bag in your room and a laundry hamper in the bathroom. Even when Kookie wouldn't mind it at all to be the one who would've found your lingerie...

...and that's the point. Since this one incidence with your dessous, Jungkook is haunted by countless absolutely filthy and indecent thoughts. At first he was still able to control them and to shove them away into the last corner of his mind. But after you took your shower stuff with you to your room, these fantasies returned really, really fast and his interest in your laundry hamper grew endlessly.

It absolutely didn't help that he pretty aware of the fact that you showered just a half an hour ago.

You made yourself ready to go to the movies with some of your friends. That means, he would be completely alone for the next few hours with the clothes you've worn before and are now own your very personal scent. How the hell should he survive this silently for him screaming seduction?!

Okay, okay, even when he'd took something off your hamper... just as a hypothetisch thought... it would be definitely only something completely innocent, like a shirt or something else. Really, he just loves to smell your wonderful personal scent. It's calming his wild racing heart... and in some way his unsatisfied desires as well.

Once again he takes a glimpse through the slightly opened bathroom door into the hallway which leads to the front door. Everything is silent, he is indeed completely alone in the apartement.

Now or never. Maybe he should take one of your worn out T-Shirts you always wear for house chores and isn't one of your favourite piece of clothing anymore. Maybe then you wouldn't notice that's even gone... for a longer time.

He shouldn't debate any longer before he reverses his opinion and pull back... he would slap himself if he'd let such an opportunity slip through his fingers unused...

As soon as he opens the lid of your laundry hamper, all his 'good and pure resolutions' are thrown out of the next bathroom window. Hebshould have guessed it, he should have known it... that your underwear is the last thing you take of your body before showering. Well, in conclusion, your panties are the first piece of cloth which is greeting Jungkook's eyes.

He's gulping harshly. Fuck, his brain knows that what he's doing here is bad and dirty, that he shouldn't do it... but his body and especially his dick is literally screaming and begging him to reach out for exactly this piece of lingerie.

Those tiny little wheels starts turning in Jungkook's head when he scans through your latest outfit. He remembers which Sweater and Sweatpants you wore. How could he forget those cute socks with this adorable avocado print on them.

...but no Bra.

Fuck... Jungkook can't explain himself why he finds the thought of you, being so comfortable in your shared apartement and around him, that you decided to not wear a bra underneath and let your tits bounce around freely, so god damn attractive...

Before he even realized it, his greedy hand took your used panties already out of the laundry hamper and lets the soft fabric slip through his fingertips.

It's a plain black cotton panty with a lacey border which has a beautiful flower pattern. Others would say it's boring, unspectacular underwear but for Jungkook it's already beautiful and beyond belief sexy lingerie. To imagine that you walk casually around in those panties everyday... Jungkook feels how his dick is already leaking precum in his boxer briefs.

With every second he holds this pair of panties in his hands, his poor, needy cocks hardens even more in his grey sweats. He gulps again. He shouldn't do it... but your panties are tempting him and his short patience.

Before he can control what he's doing, his nose is already buried in this piece of cloth and takes a deep breath.

If his other hand wouldn't already disappeared beneath his waist band and squeezed the base of his cock, he would've already blown his load right here in his sweats.

He's panting, his breath fast and ragged, trying to take as much as possible of your intoxicating scent into his lungs when he yanks his sweatpants down to his knees and lays his hand in a firm grip around his red, swollen and angrily leaking cock. He's literally dripping, so it doesn't take long until his whole palm is lubed thoroughly with his own precum.

Jungkook's mind is clouded, he can't built any proper thought anymore, your delicious smell makes him salivating and he knows, he feels it in every fiber of his body, that he already got addicted to the smell of your panties... your pussy.

He can't believe that you smell so good, like that fucking good that he almost blew his load already in his pants. Untouched.

His mind is spiralling, dirty thoughts get exceeded by even more filthier ones, every secret and forbidden fantasies which he hold under control for so, so long are crashing down on him.

God, what would he do to be the lucky person who gets you on top of him, queening him, his whole face buried into your pussy, your juices smearing all over his chin and cheeks and getting a good whiff of your perfect cunt first hand. He would happily die between your legs, suffocated by your thighs which you would've squeeze so tightly around his head that it would literally crushed him. He would die as the happiest man in the whole universe.

To imagine how you'd whine, whimper and growl at him... praising him for doing so good, pleasuring you so well, tugging at his locks because you can barely handle the pleasure you receive from his tongue and lips...

His fist goes faster and faster, his wrist will hurt so bad in the exam tomorrow... but that's Jungkook tiniest problem right now, he needs to cum so fucking bad, his balls are already hard and tight, feeling like they would burst if he wouldn't cum and time soon.

"Tz, tz, tz... what do we have here? I didn't thought you'd be such a naughty boy as someone who's so sweet and shy, Jungkook... sniffing your roommates panties and jerking off to them...", you snicker and smirk, even though bis back is still facing you. The later flinchs noticeably and lets a surprised and equally terrified yelp out, almost jumping around to you.

He's trying to save to situation and his pride, throwing your panties back into your open laundry hamper and pulling his pants up as quick as possible.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, I am so, so, so, so sorry, it will never happen again, I am so sorry that you have such a disgusting roommate like me, I am so sorry, I didn't knew you'd come back so early again- oh fuck... I am so sorry, I am a disaster", Jungkook chokes out in a trembling voice and glassy eyes, a tiny little sob leaves him as well. He is truly ashamed and mortified to death.

Your heart breaks when you look at him, he looks so sorry and embarrassed, he couldn't look at himself in the mirror again. Slowly you start to shake your head 'no'.

"Oh Jungkookie, I didn't mean to shame you... I... I just was a little surprised to catch you here in the bathroom... having a little fun time with yourself... I realized halfway to the cinema that I forgot my wallet and I came back to get it... then I saw you and just wanted to tease you a little bit... ah shit- I think I just messed the things up as well... okay okay, stupid question from a stupid person who has a big, fat crush on you since months, if not even years... wouldyoumindmetohelpyoutocum?", you ramble nervously, now are your cheeks equally beet-red.

Jungkook's eyes shoot up to your face, your red cheeks, your big, questioning eyes and your lip biting is sending a new rush of exitement down to his softening cock, making him harden all over again.

"W-What? ...what?? You- you too? I-I am crushing on you since we moved in together and now you're telling me that you- ...oh my god, yes... yes... yes please... please help me. I am so needy and horny right now and your pant- you always smelled so good and it's driving me crazy... I am so horny for you, Y/N."

Jungkook couldn't control his blabbering mouth anymore, everything is just blurting out of him with such a force like the Niagara Waterfall.

You sigh in relieve and a bright smile is forming on your lips as you walk over to your crush and lay both of your hands on his cute and round cheeks, so you can look each other into the eyes.

"Jungkook, I would like to ask you if you're comfortable with the thought of me kissing you before I will... devour you?"

Just to hear the two words 'devour you' out of your mouth made his knees almost buckle. His head is moving by itself, nodding vehemently. But to his confusion you're shaking your head no.

"Babyboy, I need your verbal confirmation. Consent is key, alright?", you say in a gently yet firm voice.

Oh God, you'll be his death... calling him 'Babyboy' alone made a whimper slips past his lips which is why you hum very appreciately.

"Oh God, yes, yes, yes... please... please kiss me and devour me, Mistress- ugh, s-sorry, I- I didn't mean to say that", Jungkook coughs out all flustered again, don't dare to look you in the face.

Such a good, perfect babyboy he is already for you.

"Don't be shy, Baby... I like the title you gave me. When you like it, you can continue to address me with 'Mistress'. ...what about we change our location to your or my bedroom? I'd love to let you smell and taste my pussy... not just through worn fabric. I would take great care of your aching cock... I saw how swollen, red and leaking it was already. What about you eat me out while I take your cock into my mouth and jerk you off with the panties I wear right now. Hm, sounds good?

Jungkook's head is already spinning again when your lips finally meet, your mouth and tongue already taking the control over him and devouring him.

Yes, you'll be definitely the death for him.

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waywardrose13 · 3 years

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Crimson Leaves- Chapter Seven: Calm Before the Storm

Masterlist // Series Masterlist

Crimson Leaves- Zombie Apocalypse AU series

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: The dead have risen. Amid a global pandemic that causes the dead to prowl the Earth, a leader of a small camp in North Carolina fights for survival. Y/N Y/L/N was certain of three things: One, only a bite would turn you. Two, the brain must be destroyed in order to completely kill the thing. Three, trust no one. When a stranger is brought to her camp half alive, Y/N must make the decision to throw him to the walkers, or let the mystery man heal within the gates. As Dean Winchester recovers from a zombie attack, he worms his way into the camp, and eventually into Y/N’s heart. Love is a dangerous game, especially when it’s played with the dead.

Chapter Warnings: Angst, language, some fluff, *Graphic depictions of gore and murder*, implied cannibalism, death

Bingo squares: None for this chapter

A/N- This chapter was commissioned! Thank you to the beautiful individual who motivated me to write this chapter. This one is for you:)

<<Chapter Six

“Seriously?”

Y/n’s heart nearly leaped from her chest. She cursed under her breath and turned slowly to face him. Smiling sheepishly, she tried to ignore the flutters of butterflies in her chest at the sight of Dean: arms crossed, eyes narrowed, lips pursed. Why was an angry Dean turning her on? And why was she letting it?

“Hey, Dean,” she said. She sent him her most innocent smile, which was not reciprocated in the slightest. “Why are you up so early?”

“Because I’m a light sleeper and I heard you leave,” he replied. “Haven’t you learned from last time? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I have a list,” she said, shrugging. “People need these items and the runners can’t get them.”

“Why not?”

“Because they’re personal items that people trust me with,” she said. “I have to go.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m amazing.”

“You’re a pain in the ass.”

“I’m endearing.”

Dean sighed and rubbed his temples. “Okay, well I’m coming with you.”

“Dean-”

“Not up for discussion. I don’t want to imagine what would have happened if you were alone last time. I’m coming with you.” Dean gripped her chin and planted a quick kiss on her lips before stepping around her to open the gate. “Come on, you.”

Y/n’s lip quirked into a small smile. She slipped through the gate, Dean right behind her. “Ladies first” he had said the first time they left on a run together. She hadn’t taken it, of course. He had sauntered through the gates when she scowled at him. But now, she brushed a hand over his bicep as she passed, giving him a sly grin that he sent right back as she walked through the gates. He latched it back up and followed Y/n down the marked path before he reached out silently to intertwine his fingers with hers. She sent him a shy smile and squeezed his hand.

The sun hadn’t risen quite yet. The hints of a rosy pink bled through the trees from atop the mountain. The sunrise over the mountain-top was gorgeous. A perk of being on the east coast.

The two settled into a comfortable silence. The birds began to wake, their melodious songs echoing off the trees, creating a calming morning atmosphere. It wasn’t very humid, and the temperature wasn’t too high, so the air was comfortable, a soft wind blowing atop the mountain. With mornings like these, it’s hard to think of the death and destruction happening on Earth right now. These moments of tranquility were cherished by Y/n. She knew it couldn’t last, but she liked to pretend.

They arrived at the Jeep in no time. Dean offered to drive, and Y/n reluctantly let him. She knew the roads better, but she was still tired, so she conceded.

“We aren’t going into Brevard today,” she said. “When you get to the fork, take a left instead.”

“Copy that,” Dean said.

They drove in silence for the most part, one of Dean’s hands still laced with one of Y/n’s. Y/n huffed a small laugh at the thought of the last time they were outside the walls of the camp on a run. How she had been so annoyed and pissy with him. How he had called her a grade-A bitch.

Now, their hands were laced and her skin was abuzz with the feel of him. That attraction and that feeling had been there, hidden beneath denial and anger and self hatred. But Dean had set that feeling free. He had nudged open the door to her heart and let those feelings loose.

And it scared the fuck out of her.

She knew she wasn’t easy to be around. She knew she wasn’t easy to love. She knew that before the apocalypse. She had always had a temper. She was always a bit odd. She had been through some shit in her life that molded her into someone who locked away her trust and lashed out when she was hurt.

It’s not like she wanted to be this way. A build up of unresolved trauma, the dismissal of her own feelings, and not knowing how to express her emotions in a healthy way led to it.

So, no. She wasn’t easy to be around. It’s why most people in her life left. Even her own family had a hard time dealing with her sometimes.

“You make us all miserable.”

It was so long ago, she couldn’t remember if it was one of her siblings or parents, but those words had stuck with her for a long time. And it stung, even after all these years. She wished she could fix it. She had always wanted to be loved despite her flaws.

She knew Dean didn’t love her. She knew the capability of someone loving her was low. But he cared for her. And he shared her affections.

She just hoped she didn’t scare him off.

The general store was nestled in yet another small town at the bottom of the mountain. The runners didn’t know about it. They traveled mostly west or to Brevard. But Y/n had come to the small town on a few occasions. It was one of the last untouched towns. Long abandoned, it wasn’t on many maps, and the general store still had many valuables to spare.

“What are we looking for?” Dean asked as they stepped inside. He closed the door softly behind him and locked it. The store was dark and full of cobwebs, dust, and leaves, but the shelves were still intact and covered in items. They weren’t full, but they had enough.

Y/n read over her list for the tenth time. “Some enemas, condoms, and hemorrhoid cream.”

Dean stared at her. “Personal. Right.”

“Told you,” she said, setting off into the isles. “Not everyone trusts all the runners. As their leader, most people entrust the more personal items with me. I think they know if they asked the runners for stuff like this, stuff that doesn’t benefit the camp as a whole, the runners would ignore it.”

“You’re a good leader, Y/n.”

Her skin warmed at his pride. “Thank you.”

They searched the store for the items, finding them all as well as a few more packs of batteries, lighter fluid, and a half empty tank of gas in the back. They poured the gas into the Jeep’s tank, stuffed all of the items into Y/n’s backpack, and climbed back into the car.

***

“That went by much more smoothly than our last outing.”

Y/n whistled and nodded, slumping down onto her couch when they got back to her cabin. They had dropped the items off at the respectable tents, dumped the batteries off at the nerve center, passed the lighter fluid off to the kitchens, and returned to Y/n’s cabin before their daily duties.

“I would say so,” she said, reaching a hand up for Dean to grab. He grinned and took it, sinking down onto the couch beside her and lifting her up into his lap. She laid her head in the crook of his neck, his hands resting on her waist and knee.

“What do you have planned today, Lord Commander?” Dean asked, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Y/n rolled her eyes. “I’m stuck at the nerve center today. I have some role change requests and Luke and I are drafting a plan for some cabin construction.”

“Really?” Dean asked.

“Yep. We’re growing rapidly. We’re thinking about some bunk houses, that way people don’t always have to stay in tents. There’s a man who worked construction who’s currently over in security, but he said he’d direct the building efforts.”

“That would be a lot of work,” Dean said. He peered down at her. “Where would the materials come from?”

“It would be mostly wood. Maybe some clay to help keep the logs together. But if we build a sturdy enough structure and use some of the tarps over the roofs to keep the rain from pouring in, I think we could build decent log houses. They wouldn’t be perfect, but the tents are filling up and we’re running out.”

Dean nodded at her words and squeezed her hip. “Not a bad idea.”

“Of course it isn’t. I came up with it.”

Dean chuckled. “So modest.”

She looked up at him, their eyes locking for a moment before Dean bent down to plant a chaste kiss to her lips.

Y/n didn’t think she would ever get used to Dean kissing her. Every time he did, she felt as if she was swept up into a new dance amongst the stars, or as if she was soaring up into the sky. Every touch sent her skin aflame and every kiss left her breathless in the best way. He was her drug, and the more of him she got, the more of him she craved.

He lifted her and laid her back on the couch, his hands warm on her hips as he held her down, skimming them up her sides. She arched into his touch and kissed him feverishly, wrapping her legs around his waist to rub against him. Groaning, he broke away from her to duck into her neck, kissing the skin there.

“Sweetheart,” he rasped as she grinded against him.

“Yes?” She asked sweetly.

“Keep doing that, and I won’t be able to hold back,” he said. She knew that wasn’t true. If she told him to leave and never come back, he’d respect her wishes. But his words still sent heat slithering to her core.

“Who’s asking you to?”

Dean growled and nipped her earlobe. “I don’t want your first time to be us rutting against each other on your couch like a couple teenagers.” He bucked his hips into hers, though, making her gasp. “When we fuck, we’re going to do it right.”

When.

“So sure of yourself, aren’t you?” She asked.

Dean pulled back to look her straight in the eye. “Very.”

And he kissed her again.

This time, he pulled her up to his chest, keeping her legs locked around his, and stood. How he did that so gracefully with her wrapped around him like a koala, she didn’t know. But he carried her across the room and to her bed, where he broke apart and set her down gently.

And took a step back.

Dean laughed as Y/n sagged with a pout. She looked up at him through her lashes and reached for him again.

“You’re cruel. Come here.”

“I told you, I won't do this now.”

“You said not on the couch,” she pointed out. She snapped her fingers. “Come back now.”

Dean grinned and clasped the sides of her head, bending to give her one last gentle kiss.

“I thought you weren’t ready.”

Y/n thought for a moment. Twenty-three years of sexual frustration had built, and he was right in front of her, willing to be her outlet. And in the moment, she was definitely ready. But taking a step back…

“We don’t have to do it now. Just come lie with me.”

“I need to shower,” Dean said. He shifted uncomfortably and Y/n’s eyes flashed down to where his jeans were definitely straining against his crotch. She smirked and looked up at him again.

“Naughty boy.”

“It’s your fault, Lord Commander.” He pointed at her and shot her a wink. “Your fault.”

He disappeared into the bathroom and Y/n laughed. A warmth had spread over her chest and seeped into the deepest parts of her heart. That hole that had formed inside her, the one that had concaved in on itself when she lost her family and sunk into a survival mode that changed her and tore her very being apart, had begun to fill.

And she had Dean to thank for that.

She wasn’t in love. Of course, she wasn’t sure what love really was. But she felt herself falling. She knew she was falling. Which was ridiculous, right? It wasn’t as if she knew him very long. Not even two months had passed since she met him. Yet he was nestling into the depths of her heart and mind, rooting himself there.

Fuck was it terryfiying.

He was helping fill that empty void she always felt. But what if she lost him? What if she lost him like she lost her family? The ones who mattered most to her? She didn’t think she would be able to handle losing someone she loved again.

And while she could easily lose herself in love, in a romance that she had wanted for so long, it wasn’t what was important. The camp was the most important thing in her life right now. She wouldn’t let feelings get in the way of protecting the camp or its people.

Perhaps throwing herself into her work would help stow those feelings away. They would be kept at bay so she could focus, so that maybe she wouldn’t inevitably become hurt by his leaving. Because everyone in her life left. What would make him so different? He could say he wouldn’t leave, say he wouldn’t do the same thing as everyone else had.

But every one of those people who left said the same thing, yet they still turned their backs on her.

Sighing, Y/n slumped further onto her bed, burrowing into the blankets and pressing her head into the pillow. She had been up so early that morning and exhaustion was weighing down on her. She had been working throughout the day and into the night before waking up before the sun the next day. She was beat.

As her eyes began to droop, Dean emerged from her bathroom. She peeked and eyes open and watched as he toweled off his wet hair, dressed in simple jeans and a henley. Hanging the towel on the rack before he sauntered over to the bed where Y/n was laying. He gently reached down to run a hand along the back of her head.

“Are you okay?” He asked, fingers lightly caressing her head, worry etched into his face.

“Yes. Why?”

“You seem sad,” he told her. He sat down on the edge of the mattress and rested a hand on her back. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not at all,” she promised. She sat up and locked eyes with him. “That’s kind of the problem.”

He cocked his head. “I don’t understand.”

“I don’t know how to keep myself from falling for you,” she said honestly. May as well speak the truth in the apocalypse, no beating around the bush when you could die at any moment. “I don’t know how to keep myself from getting hurt.”

Dean frowned. “Is that what’s happening here?”

Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat and gave a slight shrug. “I don’t know.”

Dean hesitated but nodded briefly and looked away. “You might want to figure that out.”

“I know.”

He sighed and squeezed her hip affectionately. “I thought I told you I wasn’t going anywhere.” He still didn’t make eye contact when he added despondently, “don’t you trust me?”

Y/n’s heart thumped roughly in her chest. “Of course I do.”

“Then why do you still question my motives? Why don’t you believe anyone could love you?”

Suddenly her heart was in her throat. Love her? He couldn’t love her. This couldn't be love with him. Not yet. Maybe infatuation or attraction, but he couldn’t possibly love her. He seemed to catch what he said because his face turned red and he stiffened.

“Because everyone always says that. They never plan to leave in the beginning.”

“Well sorry, sweetheart. You’re stuck with me,” Dean said.

“For now.”

He rolled his eyes and stood up, beckoning her to the door. “I don’t want to argue with nonsense.”

“It’s not nonsense if it’s true,” Y/n muttered, taking his hand. He scowled.

“That in of itself is nonsense,” he said. “But come on, let’s get some work done before we say something we regret.”

Before the two could reach the door, it crashed open, Luke’s frantic face stepping into view as he nearly fell inside with the force he used to open the door. Y/n jumped and Dean crouched into a defensive stance automatically.

“Jesus, Luke!” Y/n said. “What the hell?”

“It’s… you have to look… I don't even…” Luke sucked in breaths rapidly, his face turning ashy pale as he hyperventilated. Y/n wasted no time in moving in front of her closest friend and second-in-command, placing her hands on his shoulders.

“Breathe, Luke,” she said. “Like me. In, hold, out, good. Again.”

He did his best to match her breathing, the terror still written on his face and glowing in his eyes, body trembling. He looked as if he had seen a ghost.

“Now, tell me what happened.”

“The barbarians. The runners left this morning for a hunt. They hadn’t come back in time-”

“Wait, they didn’t? Why wasn’t I informed?” Y/n asked, fingers tightening on Luke’s shoulders.

“Well… Mikela thought it best if we didn’t tell you. You’re finally back to health, well for the most part. Don’t think we haven’t noticed how you stare into space sometimes or forget something right after it happened. Your head is still healing and-”

“It doesn’t fucking matter.” She let go of him roughly, moving to the door. “I’m still the fucking leader.”

“We need a leader who is well enough to lead. She came to me and-”

Y/n spun around to face him. He stumbled back on the look on her face. She was furious, feeling betrayed. “Excuse me?”

“I’m second in command. I didn’t think it was right so I came to you and-”

“I’m not some fucking weakling,” she snarled. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not, and that’s okay. You’re not fine. You haven’t been fine in a long time,” Luke said. She nearly vibrated with rage.

“I’m fine enough to lead this camp. I’m fine enough to fulfill the duties I promised to fulfill when I took this position. You are second in command, not first. Which means I am the one they come to. Not you.”

“I know,” he said quietly. He looked down at his shoes.

“Now. What the hell happened?”

“Runners two and six went hunting this morning.”

“Sophie and Gary. I wrote the schedule,” she said flatly. Luke nodded.

“They didn’t come back. So Mikela went out with runner three, Matthew, and-and they came back but we need you. Just… come with me. I have to show you.”

Glancing at Dean for a moment, who looked back at her with equal confusion, Y/n followed Luke outside. Some people were gathered by the front gate, but the guards were holding their line firmly. The small crowd of people parted to let Y/n through.

“What happened?”

“Where’s Gary?”

“If they’re dead, I blame you!”

Y/n stepped through the gate that the guards opened for her, ignoring the shouts from the crowd. Mikela was there, face as stony as ever, with Matthew and Richard at her sides. Y/n cocked her head.

“What happened? Luke was very vague.”

Mikela jerked her head behind her and led Y/n through the trees. Clouds covered the sky, but slivers of sunlight cut through the curtain of gray and down into the breaks of the leaves. They were on alert as they walked, Matthew, Dean, and Luke trailing behind the two women as they went.

“Why is he here?” Luke asked.

Y/n glanced back at them. Dean had turned his head to glare at Luke, who tried not to look in his direction. Y/n shrugged.

“He’s going to be a guard. He needs some field experience.”

Luke scoffed. “You’re only letting him trail you like a puppy because you’re fucking him.”

Everyone stopped walking collectively. Luke had paled and taken a step back, knowing he had gone too far. Dean’s face hardened as he gripped Luke’s shirt collar and dragged him within inches of his face.

“Watch your damn mouth,” he snarled. Luke shoved against Dean’s chest hard and stumbled back as the man let go.

“Luke,” Y/n spoke calmly. He turned to her.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“If I hear one more word from your mouth, Dean won’t be the one you have to worry about. Speak to me or any other woman like that and I’ll boot you from your role here, and then contemplate your stay here at the camp. Is that understood?”

Luke nodded and swallowed hard.

“Good,” Y/n said. “You’ve tested my patience enough today. Go back to the camp and stay there.”

“Yes, Lord Commander,” he said, trying to lift the spirits with her nickname. But it didn’t work, and he turned to slink back through the trees.

“Come on, we don’t have much time,” Mikela said lowly, gripping Y/n’s elbow to tug her along. They only walked for about a minute before she stopped and turned away. “Look.”

Mikela lifted her hand to point a few yards away. Y/n followed her finger and gasped in shock before she almost cried out in horror. She slapped her hands over her mouth to muffle the sounds.

There, strung up by his neck, Gary hung from a thick branch of a tree. His eyes had been ripped from his head- dark, bloody sockets remaining. His throat had been hacked at, his clothes had been stolen, and his body had been utterly disfigured. Chunks of thigh had been cut away, one of his arms was missing.

The only way she knew it was Gary was by the tattoo on his chest, a family crest that sat over his heart. It had been cut into with a knife, an X marking it.

Y/n thought she may faint. Her knees wobbled at the sight and she quickly turned away, forcing the vomit that threatened to come up down.

“Oh my God.”

“We haven’t found Sophie. We think it was the barbarians.”

“You’re sure?” Y/n asked. Mikela nodded and held out a piece of paper. It was crumpled and bloody.

“This was nailed to his foot when we found him.”

Y/n took the paper tentatively, clenching her jaw as she read it.

“Thanks for the meal and for the fun. They’ll have to do until I get you back, Y/n. -R.”

Y/n looked up at Dean, fear gripping her heart. Rick. He was still alive.

“Why?” Was all she could say. Dean shook his head and closed his eyes for a moment.

“It has to be them, right?” Mikela asked. “R. He’s one of the guys who we fought last year. One of the guys who took you?”

Y/n nodded and folded the letter before shoving into her pocket. She cleared her throat and loosed a breath. “Yeah. Yeah, this was the barbarians. Rick. He uh… he’s threatened me on more than one occasion. He’s pissed that I got away from him again.”

“So what do we do?” Matthew asked. Y/n looked between the three of them, chewing on her lip as she thought. Sighing, she turned to the body hanging in the tree and winced.

“We have to give him a proper burial.” She took her switchblade from her pocket and put it in her mouth to hold it as she hauled herself up the tree, climbing it enough by the branches to reach the rope that held Gary hanging. She suppressed a gag at the smell of blood and decay and flicked the knife open. She sawed at the rope a few times until it gave away and Gary fell to the ground. “We’ll bury him in the cemetery with the others.”

“I’ll run back and grab a sheet or something,” Matthew said. He broke out into a run, desperate to get far away from their mutilated friend.

“Poor Gary,” Mikela said softly. “He was always so nice.”

“And what about the other one? Sophie, was it?” Dean asked. “You think they… they took her?”

“I hope not,” Y/n said. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “God, I hope not.”

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rose hughes | rutger mcgroarty x rose hughes au! ⚘ au masterlist

about rose hughes! (also, im all over the place in this but enjoy!)

rose valentina hughes

born december 24th, 2004.

nicknames: rosey, lovie, flower & posey. hockey: the wizard & the surfer.

face claims: chloe primerano (hockey canada) , caroline harvey (wisconcin hockey) & nicole wallace (actress)

stayed in canada after her parents + brothers moved to ann arbor

after her family moved, she moved to Burnaby, BC to play for Burnaby Winter Club and then to Kelowna, BC for Rink Hockey Academy Kelowna Girls Prep (BC)

besties with connor bedard and kent johnson

also best friends with laila edwards (team USA & wisconin) and has been since they were young

has represented canada since u15 for iihf

last time she represented was in april 2023.

committed to u of wisconcin in june 2023 during training invitation for team canada u20, leaves for michigan shortly thereafter to tell her family (since it was a last minute thing) before the news was announced

she transferred from BC university to u of wisconcin for fall 2023

played for wisconcin as a top line right winger

majoring in earth and ocean studies, with a minor in astronomy

amateur surfer

LOVES the ocean & astronomy

favorite flowers: roses (duh) & white hydrangeas

lived with the same billet family for ten years. (a second family to her)

has canadian citizenship...came super super early while the family was in canada for a hockey trip (born at 7 months, but perfectly healthy)

she was the 'oopsie' baby

top name to represent canada in the olympics, for 2025.

huge reader

even bigger star wars fan

olivia rodrigo OG fan from her bizardvarrk days

huge dress fan (will use any excuse to wear one)

lover of all things golden hollywood (1940's-1950's)

breakfast at tiffanys is her favorite movie of all time (and then star wars 1-9)

most humble gal you'll ever meet

butttt the most active on social media, avid tiktok creator

writes poetry, and has an instargam account for it

bisexual

has 1 ex girlfriend who played on a rival team in canada, who plays for USA

came out when she was 17 to quinn first, and then told her brothers when she came out for summer in michigan a few months later

closest to quinn since she lived the closest to him

hates golf with a passion

Avid baker

won final four with wisconin in 2024

has been arrested before (blurb at some point lol)

#rutger mcgroarty #rutger mcgroarty au #rutger mcgroarty fic #rutger mcgroarty x sister! hughes #rut x rosie au #connor bedard #kent johnson #⚘ anna writes

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minkmousesworld · 4 years

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⌞ʜᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ⌝

𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢: Omegaverse AU (a/b/o)

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: mention of rut, mention of children (adopted)

𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤(𝔰): α! Mitsuri Kanroji x β! Reader

Mitsuri was an unusual alpha — from her affectionate, kind nature, to her pleasant, "sweet" appearance, which was clearly expressed in soft lines. Even her smell resembled some sweets, causing satisfaction and light joy.

This is probably why many people considered her an omega, even though she was tall. Only in moments of rare rage did her scent have a pungent note that spoils the entire composition and exerts special pressure. "The iron hand in the velvet glove".

In short, she was very rarely mistaken for alpha and usually refused to accept this version. Mitsuri didn't pay much attention to such things, ignoring them most of the time.

For this reason, her courtship of You was seen as funny and slightly strange… omega courting beta? She must be the object of some powerful alpha's courtship.

Mitsuri thought otherwise. She brought you small gifts like talismans, small toys (mostly ceramic or soft), and food. The food was especially distributed in a high-quality way — Mitsuri often shared it with You, and memorized all Your reactions, in an effort to find out your favorite dish.

The most polite and considerate alpha you've ever met. Very concerned About your comfort and approval. Makes sure not to disrupt your "personal bubble" too much, knowing how sensitive betas are to this (usually), and tries not to put hierarchical pressure on You.

After your relationship becomes mutually pleasant, Mitsuri will snuggle up to You, rubbing his smell, which then very slowly disappears. She'll be a little upset if you don't like hugs.

After taking You to a quiet, peaceful place, she will take You by the hand and confess her feelings. You won't be surprised, because her infatuation was evident from her eagerness to Woo You and her constant rosy face next to You.

Mitsuri is not on the jealous side, unlike most Alphas. Loyal and trusting, she doesn't even think You can look at other Alphas, betas, or omegas. However, Mitsuri becomes protective if she sees that someone is bothering You, because she is very sensitive to your comfort.

From time to time, she will remind You of a big baby, perhaps also due to her "baby" face. Until the moment when she starts to protect You, being dissatisfied, but restrained, and forcing the "annoying" to retreat.

Mitsuri builds nests (typical alpha sizes) and will insist on combining them if You also like nesting. If you prefer to be wrapped in a blanket (which is common for Beth), then she will willingly do it for You. It will baby You and make sure That you rest as much as possible and not be distracted by the needs of food and water.

She likes it when You lie on her chest or thighs. They are very soft and you are usually always drawn to sleep.

Mitsuri will never use an alpha voice on You.

She likes to nuzzle Your belly or hug you from behind. This position gives her a sense of security and comfort.

In the pre-rut period, Mitsuri becomes very active and"physical". She often clings to You, jumps with hugs and rubs, leaving a smell. Increases its territoriality and rejection of other people's smells on You.

Mitsuri is becoming charming and whiny a few days before the rut. Asks You not to leave her and hugs her from behind, hiding her face in Your shoulder or hair.

Since you are a beta, you are less susceptible to her pheromones, which allows You to fight back and not succumb to the provocations that Mitsuri goes to to keep You in the nest.

When Mitsuri realizes that the smell doesn't affect You, she takes Your clothes and holds them "hostage" until You agree to stay with her for a while longer.

The rut is always very intense and very hot. Mitsuri in such moments becomes a "real alpha" and puts a lot of marks on You, not allowing you to get out, pressing close to her (sometimes she even causes pain with her power, but this pain you, fortunately, do not feel, because you are focused on something else). She especially likes to snuggle up to You with her breasts.

You occasionally take a break for a light snack and water before the rut resumes. The fact That you are a beta allows you to better control the Mitsuri rut and not forget about physiological breaks.

She loves Your faint smell. You are never enough for her.

At the end of rut, Mitsuri apologizes a lot, blushes and treats Your wounds, as the beta regenerating factor is lower than omega, and everything heals more slowly on You. She's always so ashamed that she was so intense and didn't pay close attention to what she was doing to You.

It's hard to be angry with her.

She brings lots of gifts, praises you, and serves You (or whatever, depending on your love language), trying to show that she is genuinely ashamed of her actions and is remorseful.

The rest of the time, Mitsuri again resembles the "perfect omega" — loving, affectionate, moderately emotional and sweet. Every time someone tries to take care of her, she refuses and, if you put a mark on her, proudly shows a sign of belonging. Despite the fact that the smell of the mark is very faint, no one sticks to it after that. Because the smell of Mitsuri herself is eloquent enough to make it clear that she doesn't need anyone else.

Given the strength of the Mitsuri smell, you are not even suitable for courtship, except for those who confuse Your smell and the smell of your alpha, and only at close range understands that it is not Your smell.

They usually apologize and leave politely, leaving You slightly perplexed.

Mitsuri wants to exchange rings with You. Marriage marks are, of course, fine, but rings (in her opinion) will be an additional symbol of your relationship.

She wants to build a family with You, including having puppies. Since you are a beta, she can't impregnate You (and she is very upset about it), but you can take the children from the orphanage! A few puppies that will be Your children.

Mitsuri is so inspired by the idea of creating a new family, even if she tries to calm herself by remembering that she (maybe You too) is a demon slayer and her life is always in danger. However, these dreams are too pleasant to give up.

She sees herself as the perfect housewife, but is also willing to be a "breadwinner" if You prefer to run a household. She is very flexible when it comes to social roles, and has no expressed preferences.

Yes, they call you Kanroji's partner. Yes, You are Mr. / Mrs. Kanroji. Mitsuri is embarrassed when she hears this, but she is very flattered.

Likes to hold Your hands, especially if you are not very comfortable with other physical touches. There's something childish and sweet about it that makes her heart beat even harder.

She writes you long letters when she's on a mission. They are usually very emotional.

If you are a demon slayer, she insists that you keep Her company or that you write to her regularly.

You have a very long correspondence.

If Mitsuri finds out that You have received a wound, she will immediately become a protective alpha and will insist that you be shown to her. She is very nervous even when she sees a small scratch on You. If the wound was something serious, it will greatly affect her emotional health, especially if you are unconscious.

She cries a lot for happiness when You get better.

After all, she is Your loving and devoted alpha who just dreams of quiet happiness with children and a nest house.

After all, Mitsuri became a pillar not only to protect people, but also to meet You.

#kimetsu no yaiba headcanons #alpha x beta #mitsuri kanroji x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #demon slayer headcanons #beta reader #🍮.omegaverse au #cw omegaverse

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feliix · 4 years

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more than friends (with benefits) ↠ felix

↠ Felix x Reader

↠ Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst, FWB!AU

↠ Rating: M (18+) ↠ Word Count: 2k

↠ Summary: You always thought being friends with benefits with Felix was a dream. At least, that was until the benefits starting outweighing the friendship and your feelings got sucked in.

↠ Warnings: friends to lovers, fwb to lovers, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie, praise, multiple orgasms, mutual pining

↠ A/N: hi sorry this is very unedited I might go in and fix stuff later sorry Im lazy right now and banner creds to me okay enjoy!

“So wet for me,” his deep, gravelly voice fills your ears, the room spinning around you with each buck of his hips. Teeth sinking into your lip, you grasp for the sheets beside you. His rhythm is quick, persistent, and you’re unable to catch your breath.

“Felix,” his name leaves your lips in a high pitched whine. It's getting harder to hold on with a pace like this. Had you not already cum twice just tonight, maybe your stamina would be a bit higher. But the familiar knot in your stomach is getting tighter and tighter as his thrusts persist.

It's not long until you're coming undone around him. The force of his hips driving into you, the firm grip his hand has on your ass sets you aflame. Just a few more powerful ruts; he’s angling himself just right to hit that sweet spot deep inside you. And that's when your legs begin to shake, the force from your third orgasm taking over.

A gentle scream escapes your mouth as you ride out your high, Felix’s pace only quickening to grant himself an orgasm of his own. Oversensitivity sets in quickly causing your eyes to slam shut in dismay; mind blurry with small white stars as your pussy continues to spasm around him.

“So fucking tight,” Felix’s thrusts persist through your orgasm, leaving your legs shaking and all you can offer is the tightening spasms of your pussy. You clench around him rapidly, enticing him to come to his finish. “ Fuck, baby. Such a good slut for me.”

Unable to catch your breath as your orgasm begins to subside, the sound of his voice shooting right to your core and letting out an extra gush of arousal. Felix takes this as a sign to go harder, busing himself by pounding into you. Each time his hips meet your ass he leaves a gentle slap on your supple skin. When he bottoms out your back arches instinctively. The pressure of his tip on your sweet spot drives you wild, your fingers grabbing for the sheets underneath you to hold onto.

But him fucking you from behind causes you to miss the sweet contortion of his face as he reaches his high. You can only feel the grip he has on your waist tighten, the pads of his fingers pressing deeply into your skin as he ruts into you with such fervor.

He doesn’t pull out, you’ve already told him that he doesn’t have to. All that's on your mind is being filled to the brim with Felix’s cum. “Fuck,” you’re aching for his release, squeezing your core as hard as you can to ease it from him, “want you to fill me up.”

With a few especially hard thrusts Felix is collapsing over you, holding you close as his cum paints your walls. The pace of his thrusts slows as soon as his hot body presses against yours, eyes fluttering shut as you both come down from your highs.

If you didn't feel his heavy breathing fanning over the back of your neck you may have forgotten where you were. The labored sound of breathing fills the room around you. His rapid heartbeat pounds against your back; it's slowing now, that's how you know he’s about to pull out.

It's the same routine every time. He comes over, you fuck, you cuddle, he leaves.

Which is okay, the two of you aren’t dating or anything. You’re friends with benefits; emphasis on the benefits half and a little less stress on the friends part. This isn’t how it’s always been. Things used to be the other way around, ironically.

Felix was your best friend, it wasn’t until you initiated this little arrangement that things changed.

It’s a blur how it all came about actually. Just one day you got a little too worked up while looking at his plush lips, making a move and changing the dynamic between the two of you forever. After letting him fuck you once, you never came back from that.

The Netflix nights faded into the dark as the Netflix & chill nights came more frequently. It isn’t something that you noticed at first, you were into it, gosh, why wouldn't you be? So many girls would love to be in your place – hooking up with their highly attractive guy best friend. But over time you began to miss the relationship you used to have. Watching a movie without pausing halfway through to have sex is unheard of now. You can’t remember the last time you were actually able to do that.

The worst part is you think you might be missing something else. The more you hookup the more you find yourself longing for him – not just his touch. When he leaves, you feel lonely. Not just the ‘I’m alone’ lonely, either. You want to be with him all the time, spend time doing fun couple-y things in addition to the hot sex you have every night. You want more from this, you need to be more than friends.

And before you know it, Felix’s body is relaxing as he pulls out of you slowly, a trail of cum following in its path beginning to drip down your thigh. A deep sigh leaves your lips when the weight of Felix’s body flops down onto the mattress next to you. You want him to know you’re bothered, you’re just too scared to bring it up on your own.

It doesn’t seem that he notices, though, he just lets out an exhausted grunt in return. In a split second reaction, you sigh again, trying to cover it up by extending your limbs to look like you’re stretching. The second one may have been a bit too dramatic; Felix noticed it this time, the look on his face riddled with confusion.

“Something wrong?”

Oh, great. Well, you got what you wanted, not having to start the conversation but you’ll definitely be the one to ruin it. You could just deflect, say ‘nothing’ and carry on the way you were – but that won’t do much to help your own feelings.

“Actually, yeah.”

The phrase surprises you just as much as it surprises Felix, you just do a better job of covering it up than he does. His eyes are wide, head turned in your direction now as he begins to sit up. Luckily both of your clothes were in close vicinity – this probably isn't a conversation that neither of you wants to have naked.

Or have in general, for that matter. But getting dressed is a nice way to avoid eye contact, which seems to be the only thing you’ll be able to avoid in this awkward moment.

“What’s up?”

The concern in his voice is prevalent. He’s doing what he can to stay calm but deep down he’s worried. The meek thought of you cutting him off crosses Felix’s mind briefly; a pang of anxiety cuts through him like a knife. And he doesn’t do a great good job of hiding it, but thankfully you’re too caught up in putting on a shirt that you don't notice.

Guilt starts eating away at you once you realize what you’re doing, what you’re about to tell him. This could ruin everything between you. You don’t think he’ll cut you off, no; but chances are you tell him and things will change forever. The second you speak up about it will determine your future with Felix – if there even is one.

“Have you ever thought about,” your voice stalls, letting a deep breath pause your thoughts in an attempt to ease your mind, “not just having sex anymore?”

“You wanna stop hooking up?”

“N-no, that's not what I meant!” The words fly out of your mouth more forceful than you intended, and before you're able to stop yourself from spilling them. A puzzled look quickly crosses Felix’s face as he waits for you to continue. There’s a strange tension beginning to surround you, making your palms sweat and stomach twist.

The air is feeling heavier as thoughts are flooding through your mind. The longer you prolong this conversation the more it's going to hurt you in the end, “Things have just...changed.”

His head nods along with your words, bottom lip caught between his teeth as his face sinks. Somewhere along the timeline of between being best friends and friends with benefits, that friendship you had was lost. It isn't just you who realized that.

“Because I have feelings for you?”

“Y-you what?”

You have to pinch yourself to make sure that this is real and what you heard Felix just said was true. But he finds humor in your response, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips as your jaw slowing drops. All this time and you both have been oblivious to each other's feelings…

“I thought you knew that…” His voice is soft, trailing off at the end as embarrassment creeps up. A rosy blush tints his freckled cheeks, soon covering them as he buries his head in his hands.

“You never told me that,” you chuckle endearingly, butterflies pounding at your chest as heat rises to your cheeks, “did you know that I have feelings for you?”

“Noooo,” his voice is playful, head sinker deeper into his hands as small giggles leave his lips.

It a split-second reaction your hands are taking hold of his wrists, gently moving them from his face to look at his eyes. They’re narrowed into squints, his face squished into a smiling mess as his ears are red with embarrassment.

“So were you just not gonna tell me?” You say in a joking tone, doing your best to ease Felix’s nerves.

“I didn’t want to lose you.”

The mood of the room suddenly shifts. Felix’s smile is quick to fade, his cheeks settling back to normal as his eyes slightly widen. Your heart twists with his words – the thought of losing him to something so silly hits you like a million bricks. Sucking in a deep breath, he reaches for your hand, noticing the change of your expression and giving a sympathetic smile. Your eyes follow the trace of his tumb over your hand, stroking the skin lightly as you sit in silence.

You wonder if that thought has weighed heavy on his mind for a while, how long he’s had feelings for you. It must have hurt him feeling like this was nothing more than sex to you; if only he knew.

“You wouldn’t.”

Felix’s eyes light up at your words, his hand gripping yours a little firmer now. The butterflies you first felt are still there, flapping away in your stomach each time the corners of his lips curl up into a smile. Just when you thought you couldn’t fall any harder there he is, cheeks blushing as his head turns to face you. A swift hand is brought to your neck, holding it as he effortlessly moves in towards you.

Your heart pounds in your chest as he moves closer, focusing your eyes on each of his features; catching his tongue swipe across his bottom lip. His face is just centimeters from yours, his eyes staring down at your lips and his hot breath fanning across the soft skin of your cheeks.

“I love you,” his deep voice whispers over your lips. You aren’t given enough time to return the words before he’s moving in closer.

Time stills in slow motion when his soft lips meet yours; the world could stop turning but all that would matter is that you are here, right now, in this moment with Felix.

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mystic-kitten-writer · 4 years

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pls write a yue x azula smut i need it😫😫

Your wish is my command.

AU: Limerence AU (Azue)

Pairing: Azula x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang).

Masterlist

"What an eager little bunny I have~" Azula spoke with a click of her tongue, voice lavish.

The grip she held over the leather leash was soft yet firm, letting it rest over the palm of her hand before she tugged. Azula's lips curled upwards, that sadistic bolt of pleasure shooting up her spine.

Listening to Yue's whine as she's forced forward, spreading her legs wide for her wetness to drip onto the dark-wooden floor below. It is a sight worth taking a mental picture of, maybe even requesting a formal painting to be done and hung.

The rosy tint of her cheeks paired with her doe-like eyes, Yue obediently sitting on her knees, exposed beside the necessities, before her. The fluffy bunny ears that decorated the crown of her head moved with her flustered breaths. Yue's chest rising and falling as her nipples hardened under the crisp air of the night.

Adorable- Azula mused as she watched the goosebumps rise over Yue's figure. She could not resist the temptation to run a single finger down Yue's pink nose, causing her to twitch.

Her bunny.

"Did I give you permission to move, pet?" Azula spoke, and Yue swallowed, shaking her head with another whine, "N-no-"

"Then why did you move?"

"I want to cum." Yue begged, tiny tears prickling the corners of her eyes as she helplessly began to move her hips in the air as a sign of defiance. Rutting pathetically, searching for any friction to get off. The tail plug she wore twitched as Yue's cunt continued to clench around nothing.

Azula's eyes tampered, but Yue saw that glint in her amber eyes.

To most, it would seem terrifying, Azula's austere gaze, seemingly void of emotion, staring down. But it was that tiny amused chuckle, Azula's lips curving upwards as she flicked a strand of her hair back, that had Yue moaning.

To Azula, Yue looked like a delicious meal, her prey.

And Yue knew how much Azula loved playing with her food.

"You want to cum, little bunny?" Azula toyed, letting the leash in her hold drop onto the floor before leaning back. The ornate chair she sat upon, spreading her legs wide to show off the lacy lingerie she wore. The pattern intense and chaotic, just like the stunning woman herself.

And Yue's flush intensified, causing Azula to let out a snicker.

Yue could see the growing wet patch at the front of Azula's panties. The ever-increasing slick that stuck to the lacy garment, her jaw-dropping as Yue's stared longingly—already tasting Azula's sweet essence on the tip of her tongue.

"Do a good job, and I'll reward you, understood, pet?"

"Yes, 'Zula-"

Azula glared, her nails tapping away on the wooden armrest. The look she gave has Yue swallowing, "I mean- Mistress."

And Azula smirked, "Good, bunny."

Disclaimer: I do not own any Avatar characters besides any original characters I have created.

Cross-posted on Ao3/Tumblr/Quotev/Wattpad to discourage plagiarism.

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#azula #azula smut #smut #atla smut #atla #avatar #Avatar The Last Airbender #azula x oc #masterlist #request #ask me anything #anon answered #smut talks #tw smut #azula x reader

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tuanyiems · 4 years

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Caramel Swirls

Yugyeom x Reader (f) fluff x smut words: 3.8k plot: it’s date night but you’re both a little reluctant to leave the car, established relationship!au warnings – thigh riding, car sex, public sex, reader is a lowkey exhibitionist lol, unprotected sex, creampie a/n – this one is my favorite so far! part of Le Chocolatier drabble series, which you can find the masterlist for in my blog. feel free to read this as a one-shot or part of the series, in any order you want <3

You glance at yourself in the full-length mirror. You don’t quite look like yourself. It’s strange but also exhilarating. You angle your body to the side, admiring the way the silky material hugs your curves. Give it to Yugyeom to be able to find a dress that fits you, skintight.

Lifting your arm to thread your fingers through your hairline, you pause, eyes still lingering on your body. Surprisingly, you don’t hate it. The dress Yugyeom picked for your date night is a deep shade of green, almost black in the evening light, and comes barely past your ass. On both sides of the strapless material, an open sliver teases at your bare skin.

You dressed the outfit in layers of gold, from your shimmering eye makeup to the gold heels on your feet. Atop your shoulders is a delicate see-through shawl, lined with gold embroidery—a piece you had only ever worn once at your best friend’s wedding, but you figured this was a good occasion to take it out again. Otherwise, you figured you’d have been more fit for a club than a fancy dinner.

You smile, puckering your Dior red lips at your reflection. You have to hand it to Yugyeom. You do feel good getting all dressed up.

Of course, tonight it not just any occasion. It’s your birthday! And Yugyeom was adamant on treating you to an indulgent night. After all, it’s your first birthday as a couple and he wanted it to go perfectly.

There’s a knock on your door and when you turn Yugyeom is entering your bedroom like a prince. His wavy black hair is parted, curling into a heart at his forehead. But what takes your breath away is the black suit that’s tailored to his frame. His white button up is partially open, showcasing his collarbones. Your gaze travels down to his chest that peeks through as he walks to you.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers, hugging you from behind. You watch him through the mirror, the way he stares at your body showing his sincerity. Smiling, you relax into his chest, the familiar citrus and warm notes of bergamot tickling your nose.

You run your hand over his on your waist before turning your head up to look at him. “Thank you, you have good taste.”

“You really like the dress?” his eyebrow lifts in surprise.

You crinkle your nose. “Did you buy the dress thinking I wouldn’t?”

He chuckles, slightly embarrassed before shaking his head. “As soon as I saw the dress, I knew it was made for you. It’s different though. I know you don’t usually go for this style.”

At this, you break into a smile, sinking your fingers between his. “You’re right, I would never give this dress a second glance. But I’m glad you did, I like it.”

Pleased, Yugyeom pulls you tight to his chest and presses a kiss to your cheek, careful not to smudge your makeup. It makes you giggle, which makes Yugyeom smile even wider. He rests his head on your shoulder, gazing at you through the mirror.

“You look a little too good,” he pouts. “Makes me want to cancel our reservations.”

You meet his gaze through the mirror. You could say the same about him. He looks too good to be true in this suit. For a second, you seriously contemplate his suggestion, but ultimately, you decide against the impulse to jump him in your bedroom.

Twisting in his arms, you smile at Yugyeom. “How long were you on the waitlist again?”

Laughing, Yugyeom nods. “You’re right, we better get going.”

When you enter the car, you are greeted by a single rose sitting on the passenger’s seat. It makes your heart flutter. This isn’t the first time Yugyeom has gifted you with flowers before, but every time he does, you are reminded of a softness you’ve never felt in any of your past relationships.

Yugyeom always has a way of making you feel soft and warm inside. You realized soon after you began dating that it was because Yugyeom as a person was just very soft and warm. From the moment you first met, you had felt it in his voice and seen it in his smile.

His aura, despite your own embarrassment and clumsiness, is the reason why you felt comfortable being around him. And now, almost a year into your relationship, you were still finding your heart fluttering from his small but sweet gestures.

Yugyeom takes a moment from the driver’s seat to watch you. Your eyelashes, dusted with the loose glitter from your makeup, brushes against your cheeks as you dip your nose to the crimson petals.

To be honest, Yugyeom still doesn’t know how he got this lucky.

His days used to be so mundane. Of course, he loved his job and loved where he was in life, but it was still routine and pretty boring sometimes. And then you stumbled into his life like magic and made every single day since full of surprise and joy and excitement.

Even though you’re so self-critical about everything you do, Yugyeom thinks even your imperfections are perfect; like the way your face holds your emotions like an open book, or the way your words jumble altogether whenever you get nervous or excited.

When you look back up to meet his gaze, your rosy lips stretch like a petal unfurling. “My mom called today,” you start and there’s a light in your eyes.

Yugyeom’s cheeks lift, dusted pink. “Oh really?” he feigns ignorance, looking away.

“Yeah,” you sing, leaning in. “It seems she received some flowers too. Have any idea about that, Gyeom?”

You press your palm into his thigh to stabilize yourself as you lean in close and when he turns to you, your noses are practically touching.

Scrunching your nose at him, you smile, “Thank you.”

You press your lips against his, relishing in the muffled sound of surprise from his mouth. As quickly as you started, you are pulling away though and when you see the red stain on his lips, you laugh, thumbing at his lips. He watches you fondly as you do.

And before you can remove your hand, he grabs hold of your fingers, rubbing across them gently with his thumb. Still looking at you, he presses a soft kiss to your fingertips.

“It’s what your mother deserves,” he tells you. “She brought into the world my favorite person.”

You roll your eyes but the smile on your lips betrays your feelings. “This is why your friends call us saps.”

“They’re just jealous,” he chuckles, tugging at your wrist.

Lifting your brow, you give him a once over before shrugging the shawl off your shoulders. You shuffle onto Yugyeom’s lap, legs straddling one thigh.

“Something you’d like to tell me?” You tilt your head coquettishly.

“Just that you’re beautiful,” he answers, hands coming around your waist. They run up and down your soft skin, between the gaps of your dress. It sends a shiver down your spine.

“You said that already,” you laugh bashfully, eyelashes fluttering down. You finger at the collar of his white button down, knuckles brushing at his collarbone. “How did you know my mom’s favorite flowers anyways?”

Yugyeom shrugs. “Her house was full of peonies, so I just assumed.”

You look at Yugyeom for a long time. You’ve only brought Yugyeom to your mother’s place once for Mother’s Day and only briefly. The fact that he thought to gift her flowers at all was a sweet gesture no other man has ever done for you before, but he even noticed the peonies in your mother’s garden and put in the care to arrange her favorite flowers for your birthday.

You bring your hands to his face, thumb brushing at the moles across his cheek. Underneath his fun, playful character is his equally loving, thoughtful nature. How did you get so lucky?

“What?” Yugyeom furrows his brows at your extended silence.

“Nothing,” you whisper, before pulling him into a deep kiss. When his tongue meets yours, you can taste a hint of sweetness. Smiling against his lips, you wonder aloud, “Did you eat caramel?”

Yugyeom answers with another kiss, swirling his tongue against yours. The soft, velvet touch in your mouth sends a thrill throughout your body. Every time Yugyeom squeezes his fingers around your waist, you feel a heat spreading to your core.

Trying to soothe the need building in you, you press your core harder into his leg, whimpering when you rub yourself along the length of his thigh. As soon as he hears you, Yugyeom tilts his head back with a groan.

“God,” he mutters, leaning against the headrest. His hooded eyes rake over your body. “Do that again, baby.”

He smirks, watching the embarrassment wash over your face. He squeezes your thigh reassuringly. “Don’t get shy on me now, baby. Do what you just did.”

Biting at your lip, you let yourself sink onto his thigh. The green material of your dress rides up your thigh, just barely covering what Yugyeom wants to see most. Clutching at his shirt, you slowly rut into him. The sensation brings a deep sigh out of you as you close your eyes to savor the feeling.

Yugyeom takes the opportunity to snake his hand underneath your dress to squeeze at your ass. Feeling your bare flesh in his hands, he smirks at you. “A thong, baby?”

“Not a lot of options with this dress,” you huff, pressing your lips back on his.

“Mm,” he hums with pleasure, squeezing at your plump flesh harder. He pushes you harder against his thigh, making you shiver. The smooth silk of your thong against his suit trousers makes you rub down on him faster now, the electric sensation building up in your clit. Already, there is a wet spot beginning to spread on his trousers.

“Fuck, you look hot like this,” Yugyeom mumbles, watching the way you fall apart on him. “Are you that desperate? You gonna cum before I even touch you?”

When he flexes his muscled thigh, you mewl, grinding harder against him. Already you can feel the tension building in your core.

“Fuck,” he groans when you ride him faster. You clutch on to him like a lifeline. He can feel himself tightening in his pants. But Yugyeom resists the urge to touch himself and instead, keeps his eyes on the way you’re soaking his pants with your arousal.

“Keep going, baby,” he encourages you as you begin to lose your pace. “Let me see you cum all over my pants like a good girl. When people see us, they’ll know exactly what you did.”

“Gyeom!” You moan, tilting your head back as you rut into his thigh. Each time, spiking a thrill that hurtles to your core. When he flexes his thigh once more, the knot in your core snaps, sending white heat throughout your body. Your entire body tingles with pleasure and Yugyeom’s name leaves your lips like a mantra as you fall into his arms.

When you finally come to, Yugyeom is smiling at you. Lifting at your dress, he smirks, pressing his thumb into the soaked triangle of your thongs.

“You made a mess,” he chuckles, pressing circles into your clit.

“Gyeom,” you whimper, feeling the faint pinch of overstimulation on your sensitive bud.

Smiling, he presses a kiss to your jawline. “Is kitten hungry now?”

You shake your head, pulling his chin between your index and thumb, you glance at his lips before looking at him. And smiling mischievously, you reach your other hand down to pull the lever of his seat down, sending the both of you flat onto the chair.

“I want you,” you whisper into his ear. It sends a shiver down his spine.

“You are the birthday girl,” he concedes, tongue in cheek.

You grin, sneaking your hand down and cupping the bulge in his pants. He closes his eyes with a groan.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who wants something,” you tease, rubbing your palm against him.

“You looked so good riding me, babe,” he defends, a pout on his lips. You kiss it away, licking at the seams on his lips before tangling your tongue with his. At the same time your hands hurry to undo his belt, struggling to pull at the leather. He helps you out, loosening the belt and tugging his trousers down.

Eagerly, you pull him out through the hole of his boxers and unconsciously, your mouth begins to water at the sight of his hard cock standing at attention.

His dick is so hard, you can see the veins pulsing. You hold him in your small fist, rubbing him up and down until a small bead of precum leaks at his slit. He lets out a long breathy sigh, twitching in your grasp. Licking you lips, you circle your thumb across his slit, rubbing his precum in circles around the head of his cock until he’s shivering.

“Fuck,” he grips at your wrist, stopping you. “Quit teasing.”

You nod, pressing your lips to his jawline, your own patience wearing thin. Yugyeom shivers, feeling your teeth scrape against his lobe before you lift yourself off of him. Shuffling, you straddle him, hovering over his throbbing cock.

Glancing out the car window, you glance at him, an eyebrow cocked. Your red lips, smudged now, lift upwards, promising mischief. Running your tongue over your teeth, you stop at the edge of your mouth, peeking teasingly out of your lips just as you dip your thumbs between the seams of your dress. With a sudden tug, your dress scrunches down at your midriff and Yugyeom is blessed with the beautiful view of your boobs bouncing out of their confines in front of him.

“Oops,” you feign, your chest now in plain view of anyone who chances a glance past the car window. The very thought sends chills through your body and Yugyeom’s too. For someone so shy in their everyday life, you sure had an outgoing kink. Not that he’s complaining.

He loves this side of you.

“Come here,” he orders, tugging you down until your tits are practically smothering him.

Your skin is hot against his cheeks as he kisses down the valley of your chest, sucking a trail of hickeys down your skin. You whimper, nipples already hard with arousal. Another moan escapes you louder when he sucks a bud into his mouth, flicking it between his tongue while his hand comes to caress the other, rolling and pinching you between his thumb.

You lose your breath under his control, eyes closing as your body tingles with desperation. You watch him with lidded eyes as he moans around your boob, sucking on you like a starved man. You run your fingers through his wavy strands, pulling tight as you rub your core against his cock. Anything to relieve the throbbing ache.

The slight pain in his scalp only causes him to groan against your breasts, sucking you hard between his teeth.

“Gyeom, I can’t take this anymore,” you gasp out, pulling him off of you with a pop.

He nods, breath heavy as he grasps the base of his cock. He watches with blown pupils as you slip your finger through the string of your thong and pull the thin material to the side, revealing your lips, slick with arousal.

He groans, seeing your juices run down your thighs.

“Want me that much? You’re dripping baby,” he mutters, voice strained as you rub his tip between your folds.

He can feel the heat of your entrance teasing him. It drives him wild and you can see it on his face, the way his jaw ticks with self-restraint. It makes you want to tease him more, but the feeling of his head against your clit feels too good.

You sink down on him with a sigh, eyes closing. You’re so wet that he slides right in, but the stretch is still delicious. No matter how many times Yugyeom has entered you, you can never get over how breathtaking the very first stroke feels. The way he breeches your folds, stretching you out around his thick cock always manages to break a whimper from your throat. This moan is guttural, pushing out from deep in your lungs as he pushes himself deeper into you. You shiver, cunt swallowing him in hungrily.

When he fills you to the hilt, you both sigh into each other, relishing in the way he fills you completely, in the way your soft velvety walls hug around him. You squeeze around him, enjoying just how full you feel.

“Fuck,” he whispers, cock twitching at the sensation. “Your pussy will be the death of me.”

Smirking, you roll your hips, clit rubbing against him and bringing another moan out of the both of you.

“Love your cock,” you confess, fingers clutching around his button up. You can feel his abs underneath tensing as you squeeze around him again. “My pussy was made for this dick.”

“Then show me,” he urges, bringing his arms to the back of his head. He smirks. “Ride me like a good kitten, hm?”

Biting your bottom lip, you moan, sliding off of his cock until only his tip is inside you. And in one swoop, you slide back down onto his length. Over and over, you ride his cock, mewling each time the head of his cock kisses your cervix. The pain and pleasure brings tears to your eyes as you bounce relentlessly on dick.

Yugyeom licks at his lips, fighting the urge to let his eyes roll back. Your cunt feels so heavenly around him, his toes are curling in his shoes, but you look too good to look away. In those gold heels, legs spread wide and tits bouncing. He almost hopes someone really does walk by because it’s such a waste that only he gets to see this lovely sight.

You ride him so well. He can’t get enough of the sight. He watches as his cock disappears inside of you over and over, your arousal dripping down his cock and soiling his boxers. God, you don’t know what you do to him.

Already, he can feel his balls tightening.

Stretching his arms out from behind his head, he rewards you with a thumb to your clit.

“Gyeom!” you moan, body shivering as soon as his thumb rubs circles against you. You swallow, forehead glistening and thighs straining. The sudden pleasure that shoots through your core makes you lose your pacing until your body gives out and you fall into his chest.

Yugyeom smiles, pressing a kiss to the crook of your neck. “You worked hard, kitten. Now let me take care of you.”

With that, Yugyeom lifts his feet to the seat and wraps his hands around your ass. And arching up front the seat, he pulls you into his chest and begins thrusting up, hitting you much faster and harder than you could. You let out a breathless moan, fingers threading through his hair as he fucks up into you. Your clit rubs against him, making you squeeze around him.

Your moans and the lewd squelching of your juices fills the small space every time he thrusts into you. You’re both sweating in the thick heat of the car and you’re absolutely positive the car is shaking from Yugyeom’s prowess, but you could care less. All you can think of is the sound of Yugyeom’s heavy breathing against your neck and the pulse of his cock fucking himself into you.

“Fuck, yes!” you scream, your body tightening exponentially when he rubs against your g-spot, sending an electric heat straight to your core. “Right there, baby!”

Yugyeom can feel you tightening around him and with renewed vigor, he tightens his hold around your hips, sucking a nipple into his mouth. He sucks so hard it hurts, but the pain mixes with the pleasure of his cock hitting your g-spot every single time.

It feels so good you could cry, each thrust making you impossibly tighter around his cock.

“I’m-I’m gonna cum,” you whine, eyes squeezing shut as you feel yourself at the brink of euphoria.

“Let go, baby,” he whispers against your skin, thrusting harder into you.

“Gyeom!” you moan almost incoherently as you fall completely into his chest, body giving into the pleasure as a burst of ecstasy releases from your core, your mind going blank as the pleasure hits you in waves.

Yugyeom fucks you through the high, his cock straining as you pulse around him.

“Shit,” he curses, feeling his balls tighten.

And then he is moaning into the heat of the car as hot cum shoots into you. He groans, thrusting into your cum-filled cunt until the sensation gets too much.

You shiver, feeling him slip out of you. You let out a satisfied breath, feeling his cum, warm inside you. Arching up, you glance down. Despite the thong sliding back in place, his cum drips down your thigh. Yugyeom watches with you, his chest filling with pride.

Finally, Yugyeom lets out a laugh. “Is it your birthday or mines?”

You join him in laughter, fixing your dress back up before lying back down on him.

“That’s what happens when you go do things like buy my mom flowers,” you chuckle, palm on his chest. You can hear the beat of his heart against your ear, still thrumming with excitement.

“I should buy her flowers every day then,” he jokes, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

You smile in amusement.

Placing a palm to your cheek, he rubs his thumb across your soft skin, tilting your head to look at him. “Still wanna go out?”

You giggle, eyes curling when you stop to really look at him. His entire face and neck is smeared with your red lipstick.

“I don’t think we’re dressed proper anymore,” you chuckle. “And I’m pretty sure we’ve missed our reservation.”

“Sure?” he asks softly. “I can call to move our reservation. Give us time to clean up.”

You shake your head, lips curving up. “I don’t want to clean up.”

“Oh?” he arches his brows, curious.

“How about,” you press a light kiss to his jawline. You trail fluttering kisses to his neck and feel the bob of his adam’s apple as he gulps. “We go back up to my place and get dirtier?”

#got7 scenarios #got7 reactions #got7 imagines #kim yugyeom #got7 smut #fluff #writing #fanfiction #got7 series #le chocolatier series

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myinconnelly1 · 4 years

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what are you interested in?

This is a list of all the fics that are currently not finished. (there is a lot) which ones have you been waiting for most patiently? which ones are you most excited about?

Against the Line - In Progress Dean x Cop!OFC (SPN/ABO)

Something about a case doesn’t sit right with Detective Mackenzie O’Paige. And the sudden appearance of two animal control investigators bothers her even more.

Fetters - In Progress Dean x OFC (Serious ANGST! and fluff in the beginning)

Rosie and Dean love each other more than life itself, and it seems that nothing will get in her way.

I’m in Charge - In progress Dean x Reader (A/B/O)

Dean deals with a revelation as his rut hits him and someone else while on a hunt. Can your relationship with the green eyed hunter survive the consequences?

Kiss of Death - In Progress Dean x OFC

Sam is away at Stanford and Dean is on a solo hunt. 5 young men from the same city have died in the last 6 months, all from old age. Can Dean determine what is going on and save the day? Or will he be drawn into the fold and see the culprit red handed?

Old Days - In Progress Dean x OFC (SPN) (Angst, Smut, Case!fics, Canon (ish))

Dean wants the apple pie life and is given a chance at it when he rescues a woman in a bar, but is he able to give up his life of hunting, and his family for her?

Only If You Don’t Tell - In Progress: Alpha!Professor!Dean x Omega!Student!Reader; Alpha!Doctor!Sam x Omega!Patient!Reader

Sitting in class, on the brink of heat, unable to focus because of the Alpha at the front of the room. What a shame he is the teacher. Did he just call your name?

Punishment- In progress ??x OFC (SPN) (Angst, NSFW, Case!fic, Canon, fluff, open to requests)

In the middle of a hunt a young woman with an interesting past drops in on the Winchester’s. She has secrets and so do they, the question is can they work past them and help each other?

A Quiet Life - In Progress Dean x Reader; Sam x Reader

When Dean and Castiel disappear during the fight with Leviathans Sam and you decide that a quiet life where no one else will die or disappear is better. But how long will you be able to live the quiet life?

Reasonable Doubt - In progress Dean x OFC; Sam x OFC (Mafia AU)

Frankie Esposito has been arrested for murder, Can her lawyer Sam Winchester get her off for the charges before the police can find further evidence?

Seeing Blue - In Progress Dean x Reader; Michael!Dean x Reader; Michael x Dean

Michael is will to do anything to get Dean to say Yes.

Hell Bent - In Progress Sam x OFC (Bad Things Happen Bingo, Angst)

The Winchesters are hunting a mysterious doll maker when Sam is seriously injured.

The Long Job - In Progress Sam x OFC (Angst, Smut, Case!fic, Tropey)

An Undercover case becomes increasingly difficult as Sam allows his emotions to cloud his sight. Will he and Dean be able to hunt down the monster before someone else dies?

Throwing Pebbles - In Progress Sam x OFC

The memories come flooding in when Sam sees a woman he feels like he should know.

Dead of Night - In Progress (SPN)

While following the trail of several Demons, the Winchester Brothers are finding the living vessels alive and unharmed. What is the force behind that, and what does the strange woman that comes into their lives have to do with it?

Risen - In Progress No Pairing (Angst, Trigger warnings, canon(ish))

Dean isn’t the only one who wakes up the graveyard after his trip to Hell. But the other person is back for a different reason. Can the Winchesters help her while trying to figure out why Dean got out of the pit?

Shattered Dreams In Progress No Pairing (Trigger Warnings)

Dean and Sam rescue a wanted teenager after she is brutally raped by a shape shifter. Can they help her become a whole human being again? Will her life ever be normal again? Jack asks a lot of Questions.

ArchAngel - In Progress Dean x OFC (SPN) (ABO Dynamics, Seasons 1-11 AU)

Natalie was good at maintain her cover. Regardless of whether she was in a public setting or out in the middle of nowhere, she was just good at not being seen. Nat knew that her scent would give her away if she was stalking an Alpha. And John Winchester was one such Alpha. He worked for a research company dedicated to making the quality of life better for those with the Alpha and Omega genes. But Nat knew there was something else going on. It was the story of a lifetime. But now he was missing.

On the Hunt- In Progress Dean x OFC (SPN) (NSFW, Case!Fic, Angst)

Being on the Hunt is a hard life that leaves Dean in the wake of loosing his happy home with Lisa, and finds him on the road with Sam. Things take an interesting turn after they stumble upon a fierce red head.

A Life Unlived - In progress Sam x OFC (SPN) (Slow Burn, Angst,, fluff)

When Sam is reunited with an old friend he has to make a decision to hide his feelings from all those years before, or act on them.

At My Hand - Geralt of Rivia x OFC

A mysterious woman hires Geralt to hunt down a supposed Devil Worshiper. But when information is presented that the Witcher cannot ignore, will he still be willing to kill his prey?

Girl’s Got You Down - Spencer Reid x Reader (Criminal Minds)

Reid is concerned when his girlfriend starts acting weird. The team steps in to help him out.

#love yo writers #what are you excited about #TELL ME!!!!

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suhoerections · 5 years

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Lesson

➣ Genre: Hybrid!AU || Smut ||

➣ Pairing: Dingo Hybrid!Jongdae x Reader

➣ Prompt: 49. “god, your lips would look so pretty wrapped around my hard cock right now.” 2. “yeah? gonna look into my pretty eyes when you cum?” + dingo hybrid!Jongdae

➣ Warnings: Heavy sub/dom themes || Heavy pet play themes || Sub!Jongdae || Swearing ? || Mistress kink? ||

➣ Word count: 700 words

Part of the Halloween drabble game

The television was a blur as you let the evening wash over you. Work had you tired and all you wanted to do was lay on your couch, relax and just watch whatever shitty sitcom that was playing on tv.

But your pet had other plans.

“God your lips would look so pretty wrapped around my hard cock right now.” Jongdae whined the words from the other end of the couch, his lips curled back into a smirk as he palmed himself through his boxers.

Usually Jongdae wouldn’t be so risky as to say something so dirty to his owner without permission, but as he was nearing his rut, he let his dick get past his better judgement.

“Jongdae,” Your tone was firm as you looked over to him, “You know better than to say something like that.”

His tongue darted out to moisten his lips, a moan falling off the rosy skin as his ears twitched gently from the pleasure he was giving himself.

“I-I know, Mistress, but-”

“No buts, Jongdae.” Your words were laced with dominance, your gaze steely as you looked over to him still palming himself, “Take your hands off yourself before I get the ties.”

Jongdae smirked, his eyes alight with a defiance you rarely saw in them, “And what if I want you to get the ties, Mistress?” His ears twitched as he let out a rather loud moan, his hand pushing down his boxers and leaving him fully hard and exposed in front of you.

Your patience was wearing thin, you were in no mood for Jongdae to push his place as your pet nor were you in the mood to be light with your punishments.

“Pet, you’re pushing it,” You stood up as you spoke, walking the short distance to where he sat spread out on the couch, “I’m in no mood to take your shit.”

Jongdae growled in response, his eyes watching you intently as you moved to straddle his bare lap, “I just want you, Mistress,” His voice was a whine, one that hit you deep in the sudden arousal you started to feel watching him desperate and needy, “Please, please, let me cum.”

You grabbed his hand, guiding his fingers underneath your tight pencil skirt to slice the thin fabric of your panties with his claws. Jongdae inhaled sharply, his eyes clouded with lust and arousal as he watched the cotton fall down your thighs and onto his lap. Though his eyes went straight for the wet patch adorning the crotch of the fabric, his lips curling back into a smirk as he realised you were getting off on it as much as he was.

Jongdae’s hands smoothed up your thighs, pushing the pencil skirt further up your legs until he had a tight grip on your hips. His hair was soft in your fingers as you tangled the strands between them, tugging slightly on the roots to remind him just who was in control.

But Jongdae wasn’t in the mood to listen.

He brought your hips down, enough for him to be able to rub the head of his dick along your slick entrance. You almost moaned at the sensation, the head catching against your clit in a pleasurable sensation that left your body gripped with apprehension of his entrance.

“You like that, don’t you, Mistress?” Jongdae growled low in his throat, positioning your hips over his hardened cock, “Please just let me take the lead,” His voice was more whiny as he brought his lips to brush against the shell of your ear, “I want to please you for once.”

“No,” You let yourself sink onto his dick, watching the way he choked a moan at the tightness of your walls around his cock, “You’re my pet.”

“M-Mistress, please,” Jongdae choked the nickname out, trying desperately to regain control as you rocked your hips hard and fast against his.

“No, pet,” You growled, relishing in the way he whined his moans, how his head was thrown back and his skin was sweaty and begging to be covered in your marks, “You’re gonna look into my pretty eyes when you cum, yeah?”

“Y-Yes, Mistress,” Jongdae choked, the last comprehensible thing he could speak before you taught him his lesson.

#taenibearsnet #jongdae #chen #exo #kpop #kpop drabble #kpop smut #jongdae smut #jongdae drabble #chen smut #chen drabble #exo drabble #exo smut

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winetae · 7 years

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⇾ love me, love me (m)

⇁ Jimin x Reader

⇁ smut, hybrid!au

⇁ accidental voyeurism, pillow riding, power play, d/s undertones, cum play, use of the word bitch, possessiveness, dirty talk, mentions of breeding, lowkey soft, not much plot even if u squint

⇁ 12.7k

Legally speaking, Jimin is yours—the shiny collar clasped around his neck and the adoption papers attest this. But behind closed doors, Jimin makes sure you understand that he isn’t anyone’s bitch.

(a/n) big ty to jules for her extensive dog knowledge that helped me with the visual aids for this fic!! ty to mj for reading it over and convincing me that it wasn’t half bad :’’) and ty to cat who always answers any questions i have about grammar! and to everyone who sent me jimin hoe gifs, ily!!

“You’re in over your head.”

“Hybrids need to be taken care of properly, they aren’t goldfish. Young women your age are not equipped to look after them.”

The adoption center had warned you hybrid breeds like Jimin would require constant attention, but, at the time, you had foolishly dismissed their concerns, already enraptured by the look on his face, hope glimmering in his brown eyes. Perhaps it would have been wise to heed their advice.

Two months have passed since the adoption but Jimin’s abundance of energy still takes you by surprise. His exuberance never runs low; no matter how much he plays and runs around all day, he never tires himself out.

Keeping him occupied is one thing. What you don’t expect is his penchant for physical affection.

By now, it’s no well kept secret that Jimin is an avid fan of skinship—he’s made it his habit to rub his face against yours, trailing his nose down your neck and your clothes until he’s sure that his scent will cling to you like a shadow. Days and nights alike, he seeks the attention of his owner and won’t hesitate to pout and whine if you don’t indulge him enough to his liking.

If the first few times catch you unawares, you’ve long grown accustomed to the way he pounces on you without warning while you’re lazily flicking through the TV channels. Tail wagging high in the air, he laves your cheeks with unbridled enthusiasm, the sound of your giggles the only encouragement he needs to pursue his ministrations.

You suppose some might find it tiring to keep up with a dog hybrid, especially one brimming with so much energy, but you prove to be the exception.

Jimin breathes life into your otherwise boring and tedious everyday occurrence. Sometimes, you find it hard to believe how effortlessly he’s able to bring color to your monochrome existence. But there is no room for disbelief when his presence is perceptible to the naked eye—your spacious apartment now feels like a proper home rather than an impersonal hotel suite, the living space no longer spotless and clinical; Jimin’s games litter the floor, crumbs of a tuna sandwich sticking to the counter top he forgot to wipe clean.

It’s almost frightening, how easy it is to let Jimin into your life. He seamlessly weaves himself into your daily routine and your heart, and gives you a reason to come home after a long day of work.

Before you have time to consciously realize it, you begin to anticipate his hugs and reciprocate his affection.

Whenever you’re in the kitchen preparing dinner and he suddenly wraps both arms around you from behind to whine about his empty stomach, you turn around to scratch the belly in question before he has time to finish his complaint. At night, he likes to curl up next to you under the comfort of a hand-sewn quilt, his ears pulled back slightly when you run a soothing hand over his mop of hair. Your heart softens whenever you see his crescent shaped eyes smile in your direction, his plump lips stretched into a wide and inviting grin.

That’s not to say that there aren’t downsides to this arrangement—if you can call them that.

It doesn’t take long to notice that taking care of your more personal matters proves to be nearly impossible. Jimin has dissolved the very notion of privacy, leaving you no spare moment to attend to your own needs without his detection.

How are you supposed to hide an orgasm from someone who can instantly tell when you use a different body wash? How do you find time to rub one off when Jimin is glued to your side as soon you get home from work?

Now that your bed is a shared space, it doesn’t feel right to tend to your base desires out in the open where Jimin’s nose can detect your arousal. You don’t want to make him uneasy so you try your best to deal with your problem as quietly as possible. With Jimin snuggling up next to you at night, the only time you’re guaranteed solitude is when you lock yourself in the privacy of the bathroom.

It takes some getting used to—the bathtub is not nearly as comfortable as your bed—but you manage to make it work. You light some scented candles and play some soothing background music, hoping that the floral fragrance and bluesy melodies will camouflage your actions from Jimin’s keen senses. And to your knowledge, Jimin is none the wiser to what happens once you immerse your body in the hot water. Which is how it should be.

Tonight is another one of those nights where you desperately need to unwind. Whenever your working hours weigh down on your shoulders, you crave that release more than usual, needing that post-orgasmic state of bliss to temporarily erase the worries from your mind. You don’t realize you’ve spent too much time relaxing in the tub until you notice the pruned skin of your fingertips.

Work must be giving you more stress than you first feared; for some reason your body is more sensitive to your ministrations and you manage to bring yourself to a peak twice in a row; an unprecedented occurrence. Body tingly and light, you emerge from the bathroom, skin damp and rosy.

It’s difficult to force your tired limbs into movement, but even if you want nothing more than to doze off on the couch and bask in your blissful glow, dinner needs to be taken care of. You distantly remember promising Jimin grilled meat earlier this morning and you’re not one to break promises. Speaking of—

“Jimin?” Your voice carries through the silent apartment, a trail of wet droplets staining the carpet as you search for him.

You expect to see the hybrid pacing back in forth in front of the fridge like he usually does when hunger gnaws at him, but the kitchen is surprisingly barren of his presence. How odd—he’s usually the first to complain about his rumbling stomach. You pause in perplexity when you also fail to find him in the living room. Unless he’s stepped out of the house without forewarning, only the laundry room and your bedroom are left to explore. Although you are curious as to why he isn’t demanding dinner like any other night, Jimin has never left the house without a word, so you aren’t too worried about his current whereabouts

The pitter-patter of your footsteps is muted by the beige carpet, but you know Jimin’s dog ears are fully capable of discerning the faint sound. As you draw nearer to the last door in the hallway, the voice in the back of your head finds it strange that Jimin hasn’t made an appearance yet.

The door to your room is left ajar and you move to poke your head in. With your hand on the brass knob, you give the door a small push before halting completely, your eyes blown wide in surprise as you soak in the sight in front of you.

A silent gasp is your only visible reaction. Surprise paralyzes you, rooting you to the spot. It’s as if your brain has been short-circuited, your mind drawing a blank as you try to process what you’re seeing.

The picture that greets you is obscene in all ways.

If Jimin’s nudity shocks you, it’s nothing compared to the slack-jawed response his sinful activity elicits from your body.

For there is nothing innocent about the way Jimin ruts against the pillow tucked between his strong thighs—with every thrust of his hips against the cushion, his muscles flex in a way that has your mouth go dry. Although his expressions are hidden from you, the firm globes of his ass tempt you in ways that they shouldn’t, his body shiny with sweat.

Even from this distance, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what he’s up to. As if the sight itself isn’t sufficient proof, the high pitched whines of pleasure that bounce off the walls are enough evidence.

And yet—you continue to swim in denial, your brain refusing to trust your eyesight. Doubt clouds your thoughts. Could you, perhaps, be wrong? Maybe this is a simple misunderstanding and he’s merely— You struggle to find an excuse, grasping at straws, knowing in your heart that you’re not imagining this spectacle.

The deep, throaty moan that rips from his throat puts an end to your doubt. It’s guttural, animalistic. There’s no way that you can mistake it for anything else than what it is—the expression of lust in its rawest form.

Now that you’re fully cognizant of the situation, you realize that you should leave and grant him the privacy he deserves. It’s not as if he’s committing a crime of any sort—you of all people can sympathize. Leaving now is the best option so as to avoid any awkward explanations. You don’t want to invade his privacy or make him embarrassed for an act that is only natural.

With that thought in mind, you shut your eyes, trying to erase the memory before it ingrains itself into the crevices of your mind. You will your feet to shuffle back, but right as you are about to turn on your heels, Jimin shifts and you freeze on the spot, worried that he’s finally picked up on your presence. You brace yourself for the inevitable confrontation, hand tightening on the door knob to steady yourself—but no acknowledgment comes. Lifting your head, you expect your eyes to clash with his, but he shows no outward signs of being caught in the act.

Instead of berating you like you had expected, Jimin scoots himself back onto his haunches and grinds into the pillow with more fervor, his hips drawing little, half-circles that bring attention to the curve of his ass. Lost in his own world, he doesn’t take notice of your shameless gawking; too busy chasing after his pleasure.

You’re so enthralled by the salacious sight that you almost miss the way his right hand reaches up to paw at his face. From your peripheral vision, it looks like he’s wiping off the beads of sweat dripping down his hairline with the back of his hand. But your attention is quickly stolen by the bright-colored scrap of fabric that sticks out between his fingers—because, there, tightly clutched in his fist, is your favorite pair of underwear.

For a split second, you think your eyes deceive you but his wrist flicks, flashing you the familiar undergarment once more. It’s nothing as risqué as the collection buried at the bottom of your drawer, but that doesn’t stop embarrassment from dusting your cheeks and the tips of your ears pink.

The plain cotton pair is one you recognize at once—it’s the pair you had disposed of in the hamper right before you drew your bath.

You blink, mouth agape, the crux of your thighs throbbing as heat rushes south. Somehow, knowing that Jimin is holding such an intimate piece of clothing makes your pulse race. And the discomfort between your legs only grows as you continue to observe the events unfolding in front of you, feet stuck to the ground.

Jimin holds the rose colored material up to his nose, his tongue poking out from between his plump lips as he breathes in your feminine scent. Fleetingly, you register that it hasn’t been that long since the start of your bath—thirty minutes, give or take. Your scent must still be imbued on the fabric, traces of your discharge coloring the crotch of the panties white. Your unique fragrance seems to be too much for him to handle, and he growls into his hand, hips bucking with more urgency than before. It’s only then that it finally sinks in;

Jimin is sniffing your underwear.

He is smelling you. And getting off on it.

Dizziness overtakes you, rendering you speechless and making you go weak in the knees, your grip on the doorknob the only thing keeping you afloat. You don’t even try to make sense of what’s happening, too overcome with astonishment and something else—something a lot more dangerous and potent.

The lust you thought you had driven off earlier is now back tenfold. As much as you try to avert your gaze from the scene, arousal wraps itself around your spine, keeping you frozen in place, unable to peel your eyes away from the lewd vision. Spellbound, you couldn’t look away even if you tried.

The sole focus of his attention is clutched in his hand—Jimin buries his nose into his fist, pink fabric still clasped between his digits, and he moans again, low and throaty, his hips working the silk-covered pillow with renewed eagerness. You don’t think the sight can get anymore erotic than this but he soon proves you wrong.

Your heart nearly combusts at that very second, your head spinning with heady arousal. You can’t believe, yet again, what you’re seeing—because the sight of Jimin taking the cotton material between his teeth wipes out the notion of coherency from your vocabulary. You can only watch with bated breath, bewitched, as he suckles the crotch of your panties into his mouth, moaning what sounds suspiciously like your name around the fabric. The moment the taste of you hits his tongue, he shudders, trembling from head to toe in ecstasy, grinding his hips into the pillow as he rides out the high of his orgasm.

Seeing him spent and hunched over the now soiled pillow breaks you free from your trance. You scurry backwards, dazed, while trying to ignore the throbbing ache between your thighs.

Back in the kitchen, your mind is still reeling—it feels like you’ve awoken from a dream, stumbled back from a parallel universe. You grill the meat without much thought, your attention drifting from the task at hand. How can one expect you to focus on cooking dinner when the vision of Jimin masturbating is all you can see every time you blink?

A myriad of questions invade your thoughts. Isn’t normal for guys to use panties to jack off? You recall seeing it in porn, once. Jimin had probably only borrowed it to ease him through his orgasms—nothing more.

Some people watch porn, some use less conventional methods... And that’s perfectly fine, you reason. But why couldn’t it have been a clean pair of underwear? Why did he have to go through the hamper? It doesn’t disgust you in the slightest, but you can’t completely shake off the embarrassment his actions provoked.

You pat your cheeks with the backs of your hands, feeling heat emanate from your skin. The image of him holding up the cotton to his nose is still embedded in the forefront of your mind. You find it...strangely fascinating that Jimin would take so much pleasure in something so crude, so personal. It’s obvious how much he enjoyed it and you can’t help but ask yourself if he thought of you in his fantasies and not some nameless, faceless female hybrid.

Get your head out of your ass. It’s nothing personal, you try to convince yourself as you flip the meat on the grill. Perhaps dog hybrids rely on scents to get themselves off. You can’t fault him for the way his body is biologically wired. You can’t let yourself get carried away by your own burgeoning desires.

Speak of the devil...

The mouth-watering aroma of the sizzling meat must have wafted all the way to the bedroom because it doesn’t take long for Jimin to show up, guided by his nose. Your heart lurches against your ribs when he approaches you, eyes alight as they land on this favorite meal, golden tail wagging back and forth. Immediately, you notice the way his skin glows, dewy and pink, and your vision inadvertently flashes with images of him rutting against the pillow. Gulping, you quickly avert your gaze, afraid that he’ll see right through you.

You hold in your breath, all too aware of his sudden proximity. Swallowing becomes difficult as he rests his hands on your shoulders, fingers pressing into muscle. Not trusting your voice, you stay uncharacteristically quiet and flip the pork chops more times than necessary.

“Was work tiring today, noona?” His warm breath tickles the nape of your neck and you have to fight down a shiver. Relaxing in his hold is damn near impossible when your heart feels like it’s about to burst in your chest.

“Hm? What makes you say that?”

“You’ve been taking longer baths lately but they don’t seem to help you unwind at all. See?” He massages your shoulders insistently to prove his point. Thumbs digging into the muscle, he hits a sore spot, eliciting a cry of surprise. Torn between the instinctive need to flee from the bite of pain and the secret desire to prolong physical contact, your shoulders tense up. “You’re all stiff."

“M’okay,” you mumble, feeling your skin flame up. Thankful that he can’t see your traitorous expression, you try to reassure him, “It’s holiday hell season, so I’ve just been a bit more busy, s’all.”

“Okay, if you say so.” His hands fall to his side and you don’t expect to miss his touch as much as you do. “You don’t have to pretend in front of me, you know. I can comfort you, too.”

He sounds so sure of himself, so resolute, so painfully sincere that you’re not sure what to make of it. “Jimin,” you swallow, at a loss for words.

“Let me help you set the table, noona,” he offers graciously, already reaching for the plates in the cupboard. If he notices the blush dusting your cheeks, he doesn’t comment on it.

You’re not sure what to make of Jimin’s behavior. Any other day before today and you would have dismissed it as normal, but what happened earlier has undoubtedly shifted your perception.

Behind you, you hear Jimin rummage through one of the kitchen drawers as he looks for eating utensils. Bottom lip pulled between your teeth, you observe him out the corner of your eye, trying to place what has changed. Even after you’ve served dinner, you continue to watch him, attempting to spot any unusual behavior on his part, but your suspicions are laid to rest when he doesn’t act any differently than usual. Jimin devours the juicy meat, tongue licking his fork after every bite to savor the flavor. Unwittingly, your eyes track the movement, entranced by the way the pink muscle laps the silver utensil, imagining the curve of his tongue elsewhere.

You take a gulp of cold water, an ice cube clinking against your teeth. To your relief, the icy water douses your thirst for the time being and you’re able to pull yourself together.

Realization strikes you right then—maybe...it’s you, not Jimin, who has changed.

This explanation makes perfect sense. Jimin has always been overly affectionate, easily expressing his feelings through words and actions. In retrospect, there is nothing strange or out of place with the way he has been interacting with you. The more you mull things over, the more it becomes apparent that it’s all you—you’re the one making things awkward; you’re the one suddenly filled with inappropriate thoughts.

Your skin prickles with guilt. Shoulders heavy, as if bearing the weight of your shame, you nibble your food in silence, lost in thought.

“Eat more,” Jimin suggests, transferring his last piece of his meat onto your plate. You look up at him, eyebrows raised. It’s not like him to give up his meat... Before you have time to voice your question, he remarks, “Are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been quiet.”

Brow creased in concern, he reaches across the table, extending a hand and placing it on your forehead to feel your temperature. The corners of his lips twitch into a frown. “I think you’ve been overworking yourself. You’re burning up.”

You do feel hot. His touch is soft, tender; his eyes crinkled in genuine concern. Being the center of his attention makes blood rush to your cheeks, and the rosy red color that splotches your face only worries him more.

He lets his hand linger, the pads of his fingertips brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. “You sure you still wanna watch a movie? It might be better for you to rest up...”

“I’m fine.” It’s a relief to hear that your voice doesn’t waver. Your lips quirk into a smile, trying to appear reassuring. “You can go pick one out while I put these on to wash.”

Jimin’s eyes linger on you for a few seconds, and you can tell that he’s debating internally whether to push the issue or not. After a moment of deliberation, he acquiesces, mouth splitting into his familiar grin.

He helps you pile the dirty plates and pan into the dishwasher. His closeness leaves you flustered, unable to hold his gaze when he hands you the used glasses and stained dishes.

Only when Jimin is out of sight can you breathe a little easier. Distance makes everything less overwhelming and you’re finally able to sort out your thoughts.

If Jimin isn’t acting any different than usual, then there isn’t any valid reason for me to behave differently, either, you think to yourself.

However, this is easier said than done—you can still feel the ghost of his touch on your forehead, the phantom feeling of his body near yours. Shaking your head as if trying to physically remove these indecent thoughts, you attempt to strengthen your resolve.

Only once you’ve collected your wits do you make your way to the living room. The opening credits are already rolling on screen, but Jimin’s attention is diverted by your entrance.

As soon as you plop down on the couch, he wastes no times rearranging himself into his preferred position, head on your legs. On any other day, the weight on your lap would be welcome and cozy, but the night’s earlier events make you want to shy away from contact. If he senses your unease, he doesn’t let it deter him from enjoying the movie playing on screen.

It’s not uncommon to see Jimin's figure splayed across the living room couch, his head using your lap as a makeshift pillow. Settled in the crook of your legs, his peaceful expression is framed by a halo of flowing gold. You thread your fingers through his hair, occasionally scratching him near the ears, treasuring these rare moments of tranquility.

Even as your left leg starts to cramp, you don’t have the heart to push him off, not when this is supposedly the most comfortable way for him to watch the movie playing on the flat screen television. It’s what he claims, anyway, although you secretly suspect that it’s just another flimsy pretext for physical contact. So you let it slide, not minding the display of affection in the slightest. The way he drapes over you like the coziest of blankets is enough to turn your muscles into mush. You might as well be a sloth—too lazy to move and readjust your position. Your mind is blissfully blank, a warm haze entrapping you in its hold. Lethargy, for once, is welcome.

Besides—you can’t help but appreciate the break this fleeting moment offers you.

A sleek, electric blue race car zooms across the screen just then, catching your attention. You look up at the television screen just in time to see a car fly through the air, followed by three other, equally impressive sports cars.

The loud roar of engines revving up boom through the sound system and Jimin’s tail thumps against the couch as the expensive models whiz past each other in their race to the finish line.

Although you’re neutral to this genre, action movies are Jimin’s favorite—they’re the only films capable of keeping him still for longer than thirty minutes at a time. Unlike you, he has no patience for romantic comedies or period dramas. And while you don’t mind watching blockbusters, the events of earlier this evening keep you distracted. You watch the fast-paced scenes blankly, the plot inconsequential and quickly forgotten.

Instead, your mind readily supplies a movie of its own and you let yourself sink into the earlier memory of Jimin masturbating to your scent. You can recall the scene in graphic detail, from the way his muscles rippled with every thrust of his hips to the way his labored pants filled up the bedroom as he worked himself to climax. The filthy images replay on constant loop, and you find yourself wriggling under Jimin’s weight, earning a whine of protest.

He’s quick to adjust himself over your legs, twisting his head around until he finds the most comfortable position. You don’t think much of it until you cast a glance at his lounging figure. “J-Jimin wha—” Your hand hovers uncertainly over his mop of hair. “What are you doing?”

Jimin refuses to budge, his head still buried between the apex of your thighs. Hot puffs of air kiss your skin through the spandex material of your yoga pants, and you do your best not to squirm under his weight. With the way his breath tickles the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, you can’t ignore how dangerously close his plush lips are to your crotch. A quick mental appraisal and you deduce that it would only take three kisses upwards for him to nose your—

“Jimin!” You give his locks a short tug to emphasize your point.

Any closer and his developed olfactory senses would be able to detect the burgeoning arousal hidden between your legs. Unless... Could he possibly smell you already? You panic internally, your fingers yanking his soft tuft of hair in urgency.

A high-pitched whine pierces the air and, immediately, you still, your entire body freezing up as you feel the vibrations of his howl go straight to your clit. Jimin seizes the opportunity to delve deeper into your lap, his arms latching on either side of your waist to keep him locked in place. At a loss, the hand still gripping his hair relaxes its hold, the silky strands slipping through your curled digits. Your mouth goes dry and you swallow thickly, keenly aware of how his mouth is right above your throbbing mound.

Having him pressed up against such intimate places knocks the wind out of you. Your heart gallops in your chest, the sound loud enough for his pert ears to pick up.

You clench your thighs close together in an attempt to mask the musky smell of your excitement hoping, perhaps futilely, that he won’t be able to discern the evidence of your arousal. Straightening your slackened posture, you try to create distance between you and Jimin but your fidgeting only pushes your crotch against his parted mouth, much to his delight.

“Noona smells so good,” he grunts, words muffled, not bothering to lift his head from its snug spot. You squirm, feeling his lips form the words against your skin, the touch only inflaming you further. Jimin can probably tell, too, judging by the way his golden tail starts to wag in the air.

From your vantage point, you’re unable to see his face properly, his shaggy hair covering his eyes, but you can picture his expression vividly—lids closed in bliss, the corners of his pout upturned into a look of pure satisfaction. Your mind easily supplies you with the image—after all, it’s one you can’t bring yourself to forget. When the memory starts to replay once more, you try again weakly. “J-Jimin, wha—”

“Open your legs for me, noona.” There’s an unmistakable purr lodged in his throat, far too similar to the felines he despises. “Let me smell you properly.”

Properly?!

As your mind tries to wrap itself around the meaning of his words, Jimin finally lifts his head up to meet yours, his gaze wide and imploring. You’ve always been weak to this look, and he uses this knowledge to his advantage. Any subsequent response dies in your throat as soon as your gaze connects with his blown out pupils, the look on his face effective enough to snuff out your inner ramblings.

Gulping audibly, you try not to give in to your wicked desires. “Jimin, you can’t. It isn’t proper, you—This isn’t right.”

The expression on his face suggests he wants to argue, his dark gaze smothering. For a fleeting moment, a shadow of bitterness falls upon his face, and you can pinpoint the exact moment he resigns himself to your will, his stare now void of emotion. Lust no longer sparks in his eyes; the hunger replaced with vacancy.

If it wasn’t for the movie still playing in the background, the awkward silence that had settled between the two of you would be stifling.

“I think you were r-right,” you croak out, voice an octave higher than it usually is. “I don’t think I’m feeling well... I think that it’s best if I head on to bed early.”

He lets you scuffle to your feet without objection.

“I want to finish the movie,” is his reaction. He keeps his eyes trained ahead, pretending to be engrossed by the complicated car tricks on the screen.

A strange feeling presses down on your chest, constricting your breathing until you feel a headache pierce through. You can’t place what it is exactly—but you feel cold, your bare skin missing the furnace-like heat of Jimin’s body.

The part of you that had wanted to give in is screaming at you. However, the rational side of your brain, no matter how small, wins out.

It begs you to retreat to your room, which you do, but not without glancing back at Jimin once or twice, longing etched on your face.

The next day, you’re awoken to the sound of birds chirping. Sunlight filters through the curtains and you bask in the early morning light.

Shifting around, you throw a glance at the digital clock on your nightstand. For a split second, panic overtakes you and you fear the worst—you’ve overslept and are running terribly late for work. But you soon relax once you realize that it’s Sunday; the only day that you allow yourself to sleep in.

Relieved, you settle back into your original position, your body molding itself against Jimin’s sleeping figure. The movement makes you rub against Jimin’s form—and it’s then that you finally notice how hot it is, your thin nightshirt sticking to your sweat soaked skin. Sometime during the night, someone must have kicked off the duvet, and yet even the lack of blankets isn’t enough to cool you down.

Just as you’re about to get up, Jimin snuggles closer to you, your back pressed to his front. He winds an arm around your middle, keeping you firmly in place.

“Jimin?” you call softly, craning your neck back to look at him.

His expression is peaceful, undisturbed by the troubles of reality. The sight softens your heart, an endeared smile playing at your lips as you take in his angelic features. It isn’t the first time you are struck by the thought that you don’t deserve someone as selfless and giving as Jimin. He would probably be better off with someone who doesn’t lust after him... After all, you’re his owner—you’re supposed to be the responsible one, not governed by your own greed and desires.

As you struggle with these inner thoughts, Jimin draws you closer to him in his slumber and curls around you, mistaking you for a life-sized plushie or pillow. One of his legs slides in between your own, forcing you to bite down a gasp when you feel something hard poking your hip.

The situation is only made worse when you try to wiggle out of his grasp. His arm refuses to budge and all you manage to do is rub yourself against his morning wood. At first you think you imagine it, but once you stop fidgeting, you’re sure that you can feel his hips grind lazily into yours from behind, his body seeking out friction even in his sleep.

Heart beating fast in your chest, you jump out of his arms as if burnt by boiling water. Through the haze of slumber, he whines, bemoaning the loss of contact.

“Noona?” he calls out, confused, voice low and hoarse.

You don’t trust yourself to speak yet, heartbeat refusing to slow down. Turning your face away so that he can’t see how brightly colored your cheeks are, you let out a noncommittal noise in response.

Jimin stretches his limbs out, rolling around on the bed whilst yawning. Blinking away the sleep from his eyes, he pats his grumbling stomach, a sheepish look on his face. “Is it too early for breakfast?”

You snort, “It’s never too early for breakfast. Get up and I’ll start cooking the sausages.”

He needs no further prompting, bounding up and heading straight to the kitchen as if pulled by an invisible leash. You smile fondly as you trail after him, glad that there isn’t any lingering awkwardness in the air from yesterday night.

A new day signifies the turning of a new page; the events of last are but a distant memory. In fact, if you hadn’t known any better, you wouldn’t have been able to spot anything out of the ordinary. It’s only in retrospect that you realize you might have spoken too soon.

“Hey,” Namjoon opens the door wider, making room for you and Jimin to enter. “Oh wow, that smells really good.”

“Save your compliments, you haven’t tasted it yet.”

“As long as it’s not burnt, I don’t see how you can fuck up banana bread.” He glances at the ceramic dish you balance in your hands and does this strange, awkward shuffle as if trying to decide whether or not to take the plate from you or not. Not trusting himself to carry the dish without somehow tripping over his own feet and breaking it, he herds you towards to the kitchen.

Jimin follows after you, a lot more at ease than the first time the pair of you had been invited over. There is still a certain carefulness that lingers in the way he walks and appraises his surroundings, even if his expression doesn’t betray any of his thoughts.

“Should I just set it down here? It still need time to cool down.”

Namjoon nods, waving his hand behind him. “Sure, just leave them on the kitchen counter for later.” Turning back to Jimin, he pats his shoulder amicably, trying to put the hybrid at ease. “And how have you been, Jiminie? Is ______ treating you right?”

“The best,” Jimin offers a grin, his gaze darting to yours. Your stomach somersaults at the praise, your chest warming at the way his eyes seem to soften when he looks at you. “We eat red meat often.”

Namjoon chuckles, “Isn’t too early to be bribing him into doing your bidding?”

You’re about to retort, reply on the tip of your tongue, when an excited shout of your name sounds through the apartment. You jump, startled, and only quick reflexes prevent the plate in your hands from shattering to bits on the floor.

“Whoa there,” Namjoon reaches for Hoseok a few seconds too late, unable to stop the latter from bounding up to you in excitement.

Hoseok embraces you in a tight hug, his lips pecking your cheek repeatedly in lieu of a greeting. While you’re not a stranger to physical touch, the sudden welcome takes you by surprise.

“I missed you!” Hoseok beams, dimples on show, and you melt a little. It’s like staring at happiness in the face. Hoseok continues without pause, not leaving you time to answer. “You haven’t come around in forever. Is it because of Namjoon? Did you two fight? Next time, just ignore him and come visit me!”

His fingers tickle your sides and a titter escapes you, the tinkling sound encouraging him to continue. “Hoseokie,” you wriggle around, trying to pull yourself free from his attack, but he’s relentless. Giving up, you throw your head back, laughter tumbling from your open mouth, unaware that Hoseok’s interest had turned to your bared neck.

He doesn’t waste a second, head diving to take a whiff of your scent, a pleased sound leaving his mouth as his nose connects with the exposed skin.

You barely have time to react to Hoseok’s proximity before Jimin’s growl of warning cuts off your giggles. The sound seems to rumble in his chest, deep and threatening, like thunder announcing the coming of a storm. You whip your head around in surprise, only to find Jimin baring his teeth at Hoseok, all predator-like and menacing.

“Back off,” the corner of his lips curl into a snarl. “She’s my bitch.”

Shocked by the possessiveness that drips from his tone, you gulp audibly, throat dry. Because it’s Jimin, you don’t take offense to him calling you a bitch. The term doesn’t hold the same negative connotations for hybrids. But it does make you pause, your eyes widening to an almost comical size.

Never before had he addressed you as such, the word usually reserved for the female hybrids that he would copulate with when their heats hit. However you don’t have time to ruminate because Jimin growls in warning once more.

He puffs up his chest, canines on display. Anger rolls off his body in waves, the dark of his eyes fixed on Hoseok’s form as he waits for the elder to make one wrong move.

For the first time since you’ve known him, his smaller frame looks intimidating. You have a hard time assimilating this version of Jimin to the one you’re so familiar with—they might as well be completely different people. Gone is the cute boy you know, his soft features now twisted with hostility.

It feels as if someone has pressed pause on the scene. The two hybrids lock eyes, at a standstill. The tension between the two is palpable, thick enough to choke on. Stuck between the two, you gnaw your bottom lip, your mind racing as it tries to think up solutions to avoid a fight.

Jimin’s scowl deepens, agitated by Hoseok’s lack of response. Your heart clenches with worry; Hoseok is physically bigger than Jimin and older, too. Moreover, you find yourself on his territory, and you highly doubt Hoseok would choose to submit and let himself be dislodged by the younger pup. You can only see this ending badly... For Jimin’s sake, you want to end this quickly before the situation escalates.

Their silent battle makes you antsy and you try to free yourself from Hoseok’s hold as surreptitiously as possible, not wanting to bring any more attention to yourself or to trigger a fight.

However, this seems to be the wrong move. It sets Jimin off—he snaps his jaw at the older man, demanding for him to let you go.

Namjoon’s figure is taut with tension, ready to jump in at any moment to separate the two hybrids. “Uhm,” he tries, uneasy. “Hoseok, why don’t you step away from _____, okay?” Hoseok eventually lets you go, albeit reluctantly, and retreats to Namjoon’s side.

Turning to Jimin, you demand, “Jimin, apologize to Hoseok.”

“No way,” he huffs at once, his gaze still glued to the older hybrid, refusing to break eye contact because it would be seen as a sign of submission.

“Hoseok didn’t do anything wrong. We’re guests here and you were out of line.” Frustration bleeds through your tone, edging on something sterner.

His ears twitch as they register the simmering anger in your voice, and he finally turns to you, looking like you had just kicked a puppy. The expression makes your heart uneasy, and you’re reminded of an incident that had taken place a month ago.

Jimin is the first and only hybrid you’ve adopted so you don’t have anything to compare the experience to. But you’re suddenly reminded of one unfortunate incident involving ‘territory marking’ and the subsequent visit from the world’s grouchiest neighbor. “Put a tighter leash on him, _____. Why did you become an owner of a hybrid if you can’t even keep him in check?”

And although the scolding upsets you at the time, all it takes is Jimin whining low in his throat, head bowed in an act of submission, for all negative feelings to disperse. He looks so genuinely apologetic over his mistake that you can’t bring yourself to harshly reprimand him like your neighbors would have you do. You don’t like disciplining Jimin; you hate how mean it makes you sound, the edge in your voice making Jimin evade your gaze. The last thing you want is for him to fear you or hate you. And in all accounts, Jimin is the perfect hybrid; he gives you no reason to berate him.

Your expression softens, placated by the expression that paints his face. You expect him to give in and apologize like all the times before, but to your surprise, his face hardens to stone when he hears Hoseok move.

“I think it’s best if we leave.” You force out an apologetic smile. “We’ll come around another time.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Namjoon says in understanding, keeping his eye on Hoseok in case he had to hold him back.

You're quick to usher Jimin out the front door, sparing them a hurried wave in lieu of a goodbye.

Even though you don’t encounter anyone else on the way back to your flat, Jimin makes sure to stay glued by your side. You expect him to relax when it’s just the two of you in the elevator but even then he doesn’t drop his protective stance. It would be better if he said something, anything, but he remains quiet, his thoughts hidden from you.

Your body flinches as the door slams behind you with a resounding thud. Jimin evidently still looks worked up by the encounter if the way his nose twitches is any indication.

Arms crossed, you demand, “Jimin, what the heck was that?”

Jimin looks at you, incredulous, as if in disbelief that you could ask something so blatantly obvious. “He was all up on you!”

“So? It was harmless! You’re overreacting, it wasn’t as if he would bite me or whatever.” A muscle in his jaw ticks at the mention of a bite. “Besides, I can take care of myself.”

“He knows better than to be that close to you,” he grinds out between clenched teeth. “It’s obvious that he was provoking me!”

“What are you on about? And what’s with your behavior? You—You’ve never been this aggressive before...”

Jimin stays silent, lips drawn into a thin line. You await an explanation with raised eyebrows but when none comes straight away, your patience runs out.

“Is this... Is this about last night? Are you still upset because of...what happened? Look, I don’t know wh—”

“Hoseok is a hybrid,” Jimin cuts in. “His nose works just as well as mine. And to know that he was deliberately touching you, sniffing you, trying to stake his claim over you... It pisses me off.”

“But hybrids are naturally affectionate! It’s never been an issue before... You’ve never been so opposed to me being close to men. Why are you suddenly acting like a—I mean, why are you acting so...territorial...”

“I can’t help but feel protective,” he defends himself. “Anyone with a working nose can tell how fertile you are right now, noona. Anyone within a five mile radius that happens to catch a whiff of your delicious scent knows that you’re perfectly ripe for the picking.”

“Jimin!” Too surprised by his bluntness, you can’t bring yourself to be scandalized. You realize that he’s right—the start of your ovulation cycle coincides with all of the recent out-of-character episodes; your missing panties, the couch incident, and now, this.

“Should I call Taehyung? I didn’t know—I didn’t think you would go into heat so soon, but I think he would understand.”

“No!” The vehemence of his reaction startles you. He narrows his eyes at you, chewing the inside of his cheek as he thinks over his next words. “I don’t want Yebin.”

“Jimin,” you say gently, placing what you hope to be a soothing hand on his shoulder. “You don’t need to act tough around me, it’s okay. If you’re in heat then it’s perfectly normal to—”

“I’m not in heat. Male hybrids don’t go through heats, you know this,” he grits out between his teeth as he wrenches free from your touch. You try to recall the briefing giving to you by the adoption center. The memory is distant and fuzzy but you can remember bits and pieces of information. He’s right, you realize with a gulp. Only do female hybrids experience heats. Then why...?

Seeing your look of confusion frustrates Jimin further, “God, you’re so—Sometimes you’re really frustrating, _____. I don’t know if this is your way of refusing me, but I would rather you just flat out tell me you don’t want me instead of pretending you don’t know anything.”

“I’m sorry but I don’t know, okay? You’ve never...I don’t—” Your mind races as it tries to supply a plausible explanation for his unusual behavior.

“Do you really not know? Do I really have to spell it out for you? You can’t have been this oblivious all this time, I refuse to believe it. Do I... Is it because I repulse you?” By the end of his tirade, he deflates, shoulders tensing up as he braces himself for the worst. “Am I just another dog—an animal—in your eyes?”

The bitterness that coats his words makes your heart twist. You want to reach out and smooth out the crinkle between his eyebrows as if that can physically erase the disgust and self-hate he has for himself.

“You don’t repulse me,” is your automatic response. How can he even believe such a thing? A frown etches itself on your features, the deep lines conveying your disbelief. “And you know that you’re not a pet to me.” You’re much more than that, you want to add. However, something holds you back from doing so. “Don’t talk about yourself that way.”

Hurt flashes across his face before he manages to control his expression. “Then why did you pretend like nothing happened the other night? I know you saw me.”

“I d-don’t... You knew?” you squawk, unable to provide an eloquent response.

“Of course I knew.”

You’re instantly flooded with guilt, mad at yourself for not respecting his private moment the very second you had realized what was going on. God, what does Jimin think of you now? How can he even stand to look at you when you had so grossly invaded his privacy like that without a proper apology? You hurry to apologize, head hanging low in shame.

“I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have watched. I really don’t have any excuses... I get why you’re mad and I... I don’t expect you to forgive me, not now or ever, but if there’s anything I can do to make things right again, please tell me,” you plead, eyes round with earnestness.

Jimin considers you for a moment, head tilted to the side, bottom lip caught between the white of his teeth.

“What if I wanted you to see me?” he sounds out, the oppressing silence now broken. His question catches you off-guard and you gawk, jaw dropping open as you process the meaning behind his words.

“What? Jimin... You don’t mean—”

“I wanted you to see me, I wanted you to know. I knew you would find me.” Every admission comes out in quick succession, each one as shocking as the last, leaving you no time to make sense of his confession.

Jimin wanted you to find him... But why? What did he hope to achieve? What did he want you to know? The questions his words provoke whirl around in your head, making your head spin. You feel like you’re missing an essential puzzle piece that will clarify your muddled thoughts.

The only explanation you can come up with is that...Jimin likes you.

You don’t want to jump to conclusions but you really can’t find another logical explanation for his behavior.

“But why?” is all you can muster, feeling small. Out of the blue, you suddenly remember Taehyung’s female dog hybrid, the one Jimin had gone on play dates with. “What about Yebin?”

“What about her?” he growls, frustrated that you’re evading the crux of the subject. He rounds on you, “I don’t want her. I’ve never cared about her like I care about you. There’s no one else who cares about me as much as you do, either. And it’s not—It’s not just because you adopted me, so please don’t talk to me about displaced love or whatever. I don’t want to be with Yebin, or whoever else, when all I can think about is you.”

“Doesn’t it get tiring?” He heaves a sigh, and just when you think he’s going to pull back, he does the opposite. His form crowds yours against the wall, not willing to give up so quickly. “Pushing me away all the time, shying away from the truth when it’s so obvious.”

It’s hard to breathe, let alone think, when he’s this close to you.

“Try telling me you’ve never thought about me mounting you from behind.”

The effect of his words is instantaneous. You stammer out his name, heat rushing to your face, trying desperately to blink away the picture his words paint.

“I think about it all the time,” Jimin confesses quietly, almost sweetly. His rosy lips are so close to yours that you can feel the ghost of his breath; the promise of a kiss. “Sometimes when you bend over, I can’t help it. I think about you laid out like that, all pretty, presenting yourself like a good little bitch, and it gets me so hard. You don’t even want to know how many times I’ve had to hide my erections from you, it’s embarrassing.”

He gives a short laugh as he reminisces, head ducked sheepishly. “Noona, I know you want me, too. There’s no use denying it, I could smell how soaked you were while you watched me cum all over your pillow. I can always tell, but that night—” He inhales sharply, the memory on the tip of his tongue. “You smelled so good, I wanted nothing more than to lap it all up. These days it’s all I think about—how delicious you would taste.”

You wobble with uncertainty, rendered weak by his words, but by miracle you somehow manage to remain standing.

“J-Jimin.” Your stammer gives away how flustered his words have made you.

It feels like you’ve been fighting a losing battle with yourself since the start. Nevertheless, your stubborn personality refuses to give in right away. Your refusal gives you a semblance of control over the situation—without it you would become a mindless slave to your desire. Giving up the reins, letting yourself want someone without restriction... Even if your yearning keeps spiraling out of control the more Jimin speaks, you’re not sure that you’re ready to take that final step just yet.

Seeing your resolve weaken, he continues, “I could smell your arousal drip down the more you watched. God, I keep thinking about, about you. I feel like I’m losing my goddamn mind. Don’t you have any idea how tempting you are?” His words caress your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. They affect you more than you’re willing to admit, and your nonverbal cues make your pretense at indifference all the more unconvincing. It’s only when Jimin’s gaze stops to observe your legs that you notice your thighs had been rubbing together in an attempt to alleviate the pulsing ache.

Caught red-handed, embarrassment colors your cheeks in shades of pink and crimson. Still, you attempt to save face, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze and hiding behind a mask of bravado.

His nostrils flare, fists curled by his side. Upon closer observation, you realize it’s foolish of you to mistake this posture for anger—his pupils are wide enough to eclipse the warm brown irises, his eyes now a bottomless pit of lust. You can feel the sheer need radiating off of his body in waves that threatens to take you down with him.

“When we were on the couch yesterday, it took everything in me to hold back. Why? Why did you pull away from me?” He demands hotly.

“We shouldn’t,” is your weak response. Even to your human ears, it sounds void of conviction. You’re not sure why you’re stubbornly clinging on to these outdated moral principles when it’s clear that you want the opposite of what you say.

Jimin isn’t fooled by your claims, either, “How can you say that when your pussy calls out to me? Just look at you. Noona, you’re fucking drenched.”

He’s right. You can already feel your panties stick to your folds, damp with your arousal. The color on the apples of your cheeks deepens and you narrow your stance, hoping that by crossing your legs you will somehow erase proof of your desire.

A sharp inhale indicates that he is aware of the hold he has on you and his lips curl into a satisfied smirk once his theories are confirmed. You can’t hide anything from him, you realize, feeling oddly vulnerable.

“Aren’t you?” he presses, intent on getting a confirmation of your arousal.

“I, um, I don’t—”

“You don’t know?” The scoff that leaves his mouth tells you that he isn’t convinced. He takes advantage of your flustered state and wedges one of his strong thighs between your own, the material of his loose-fitted jeans pressing into the juncture of your legs.

He looks down at where your bodies are connected, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“I think you do.” Hands sliding down your side to settle at your hips, he uses his grip as leverage to grind you against the firm muscles of his thigh. “I think you know exactly how wet you are right now, don’t you?”

You bite your lips so hard that you think you might draw blood.

“Are you embarrassed right now, noona?” When you move to shake your head, he pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to keep your gaze leveled with his. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting me, you know. And I think at this point it’s useless to deny that much. You’re so wet right now, I can feel you through my jeans.”

The clutch on your chin prevents you from turning your head away in humiliation. Jimin’s confrontation makes you realize that there’s no use of keeping up the masquerade. Since the very start, no one was fooled by your act of indifference—in hindsight you’re not sure why you insisted so strongly on pushing Jimin away. Pride, perhaps. Or maybe the fear of admitting the extent of your desire.

You want him so much that it scares you. It scares you, not because the object of your affection is Jimin, a hybrid, but because you don’t know where your desire will lead you or what it will make you do. You’re worried that the women at the adoption center had been right all along—that you’re in way over your head, that you will never be adequate enough to take care of Jimin. How are you supposed to take care of him properly if you can’t even control yourself around him?

As if he can read your thoughts, Jimin reaches up to cup your face in his hands. The heat of his palms against your skin is comforting and you let yourself lean into his touh. “What are you so afraid of?” He whispers, thumb tracing the curvature of your lips.

“Myself,” you admit quietly, not daring to meet his gaze.

“Don’t be.” And maybe that’s all you’ve been waiting to hear all this time because you feel yourself give in to his words and your desire. Jimin’s senses must be more attuned than you thought—or perhaps he’s just incredibly perceptive—but he seems to notice your change in demeanor right away, his hands angling your head up as he leans in closer to your face.

“I’m going to kiss you right now,” he says, pausing as he waits for an objection or a sound of protest. When none comes, he swoops right in, lips landing on yours awkwardly. It’s then that you notice how nervous he is; he swallows thickly, pulling back to gauge your reaction.

“I really want to kiss you some more but...” He inhales sharply and lets his head rest on your shoulder as he collects himself. “You smell so fucking good, fuck. I need to taste you right now or I’ll go mad.”

“Go ahead.” His head snaps up at your words in surprise. “I want you to.”

Jimin’s entire body vibrates with excitement at the prospect of finally having a taste of you from the source. He’s quick to tug your pants and underwear down. In his haste, he leaves them bunched around your legs, too focused on diving his head between your thighs.

He doesn’t waste any time, spreading your legs wide open so that he can have an unobstructed view of his meal. The sight of him on his knees in front of you, looking up at you like a three course meal worthy of five star restaurants is enough to make you shudder in pleasure.

You’re helpless to the onslaught of pleasure he brings you.

It’s no wonder—Jimin laps at your center like a man starved. With skillful swipes of his tongue, he licks up every leak of your arousal around your entrance, making sure to collect each drop on his muscle. You can tell from the way he sucks and licks at your folds, eyes closed in silent rapture, that he genuinely enjoys the act and that it isn’t just a chore to get through before penetration. His undisguised eagerness excites you. Now you understand what people mean when they say that enthusiasm makes up for experience.

Knees buckling, your hands slide against the wall as your hips cant towards Jimin’s greedy mouth in search of your pleasure. With nowhere else to grab onto, your fingers wind through his mop of hair for stability.

Sweat beads at his hairline, and you wipe away the sheen of perspiration, pushing his hair away from his face with unexpected tenderness.

He breaks away from his meal, a string of saliva and your fluids connecting his mouth to your center. Your body shudders at the obscene sight and a whimper falls from your lips before you have time to stop it.

“Yeah? You like that?” His hands slide up your thighs to hold them open so that he can get a clear view of your soaking pussy. “Am I eating you out just how you like?”

He nips your inner thigh, prompting a verbal response. “Ah! Yes, yes, I love it! You’re doing so good, Jimin, please don’t stop.” Pleased with your answer, he laves the sting of the bite with his tongue, close but not close enough to where you want him the most.

You tug at his hair, urging him to dive back between your legs. “Please, I need—I need you t-to lick me clean.” You barely have time to finish stringing your sentence together and Jimin is already executing your command.

Wet and slick sounds resound throughout the apartment, intermingled with low rumbles of pleasure and breathy sighs. As his tongue works against your folds with sloppy strokes, your grip on his locks tightens as you use him to anchor yourself. Fleetingly, you’re worried that you’re being too rough but the purrs of satisfaction assure you that he doesn’t seem to mind the harsh treatment of his scalp.

You don’t wait for his approval or instructions. Your hips seem to have a mind of their own; they grind your soaking center into his awaiting mouth, pushing down on the flat of his tongue for friction. Every time Jimin’s nose bumps into your engorged clit, zaps of pleasure shoot up your spine, leaving a tingling sensation that can be felt all the way down to your toes. Every time he growls in response to a particularly wanton moan, you can feel the vibrations shoot straight to your sensitive nub.

As much as you want him to focus on your aching clit, you know that nothing will stop him from licking away at your entrance, the taste of you too good to pass up. Not that this method isn’t satisfying—you can feel the coil in your lower belly being pulled tight with every swipe of his tongue against your folds.

Just when you think that the pressure building in your stomach is about to snap in half, he wrenches away from your grasp. The sight of him is sufficient to quell your protests; you don’t think you’ve ever seen something as sexy as his disheveled state—eyes glassy with desire, chin shiny and wet, lips plump and red, hair sticking up in every which direction.

He looks so far gone that you expect him to pin you against the wall right then and there, but he holds his composure, leaning down to kiss you instead.

His plush lips are as soft as you imagined they would be and he kisses you like he has something to prove. It’s sticky and messy, with no finesse or rhythm whatsoever. And although you can taste yourself on his tongue, it doesn’t turn you off like it usually does. He licks into your mouth hungrily, sucking your tongue and biting your lip until you cry out.

“Are you going to take me now?” you find the courage to ask.

Jimin shakes his head, licking at your bottom lip to alleviate the sting. “Not here. On the bed. When I start I won’t be able to stop, so I need you to be comfortable.” He searches your eyes. “Are you... Are you sure you still want this? With me?”

“Jimin I...” You take your bottom lip between your teeth while you choose your next words carefully. “I want to be yours.”

You seal your confession with a press of your lips against his. It’s sweet, the way he smiles into the kiss, sighing contently when you pull away. The tender moment is brief. Lust quickly roars back to life, your core throbbing, aching to be filled up.

You both stumble into the bedroom in a mess of tangled limbs. Jimin nudges you onto the bed, his hands busy with the task of slipping off your clothes. Warm palms familiarize themselves with the slopes and curves of your body. You shudder, wanting Jimin to drape himself over you and envelop you in his warmth.

“I want you on all fours.”

His grip on your hips tightens as he lifts you up, rearranging you so that you’re bent over for him, ass high in the air for his viewing pleasure. There’s no doubt that the position leaves you vulnerable to his scrutiny and for that reason alone you’re glad he can’t see your cheeks flame with shame and arousal.

The position should be degrading. You're certain that you paint quite the picture—back arched with your head bowed in submission, your ass and pussy on shameless display. It’s the standard position female hybrids adopt during sex; you know this much. And the knowledge that you’re so willing to bend yourself over for Jimin just like one of his bitches ready to be bred, arouses you more than you expect.

“So pretty like this, noona.” The pads of his fingertips trace non-identifiable patterns on the surface of your skin and goosebumps break out wherever he touches. You can feel the heat of his gaze peruse your body. “God, I’ve thought about this every day.”

You can’t hold back your gasp of surprise when he inserts two fingers into you without warning. As your body eagerly welcomes the intrusion, small moans begin to freely fall from your open mouth. Jimin’s fingers pump in and out of you at a glacial pace and no matter how much you whine for more, his tempo remains the same.

Only when he deems you ready for his cock does he pull his digits out, his hand glistening, coated in your slick. You moan at the loss, feeling your walls clench down around nothing.

“Pretty girl wants my cock,” he coos after ridding himself of his clothing. “I’ll give you what you want, don’t worry.”

He slides his thick erection back and forth against your lips until it glistens with your arousal. The feel of his hard shaft rubbing into your clit makes your hips buck impatiently, earning a tut of disapproval from Jimin. When you finally feel him lining himself up at your entrance, you tense up in anticipation for what’s to come.

“Do you feel that?” His cock slides in deep, your cunt hot and welcoming. You can only moan in response, already too far gone to provide a coherent answer.

Jimin stays buried in your slick heat, enjoying the way your core clenches around him when you squirm around, desperate for movement. You feel pleasantly full, his cock nestled snugly in your heat. One of his hands presses down on your lower back, keeping you pinned in place, and he takes the moment to admire the way you’ve stretched to accommodate his girth. You can’t imagine how good it feels for him because the fit is so snug.

“J-Jimin...” The moan of his name comes out hoarse, broken. If you were a little more lucid, you would be embarrassed by how wrecked you sound. “Feels so g-good. Aa—uunh, can feel you so deep.”

“You’re taking me so well, noona,” he hisses, jaw tense as he struggles to hold himself back. “Your pussy is recognizing its owner.”

You can hear the pleased smirk spread across his face even if you can’t see it. His words spark something within you—embarrassment mingled with white hot pleasure. A small part of you can’t believe you’re letting a hybrid dominate you when society dictates that it should be the other way around. But that voice in your head is promptly snuffed out, arousal putting an end to any bigoted thoughts.

The first real thrust of his hips makes shivers run down your spine. A loud moan gets stuck in your throat. You’re unable to do anything but lay there and take it, too overcome with numbing pleasure. He rolls his hips into yours again, tentative, and you can imagine how enticing he looks, firm muscles flexing and straining as he works himself into you. Each measured stroke leaves you panting, unsure if you want more or if you’ve reached your limits.

Suddenly he goes still, much to your frustration, causing you to shift your hips back in a silent cry for more. When that fails to do the trick, you squeeze your walls around him, hoping this time to elicit a reaction from him. A growl reverberates in his chest, dick twitching inside of you, his nails digging into your sides in warning. Subdued, you sink further into the mattress; pliant and waiting.

Taking his time, he pulls out, until only the head of his cock is left in. A beat passes by, much too slowly to your liking, before he pushes back in, unwilling to stay away from your warmth for long.

The gradual stretch feels just as good the second time around, if not better. There’s so much natural lubrication that your slick canal easily accommodates the girth of his cock. Seeing that there is no discomfort on your part, Jimin naturally falls into a fast rhythm, his thrusts quick and precise. The force of his movements has his hips slamming against your ass, balls slapping your clit.

Lust envelops you in its grasp, clouding your senses, until all you know is the mind-numbing pleasure between your legs. You swear that you can’t feel your legs anymore and if it wasn’t for Jimin’s firm grip around your middle, you probably would already have toppled over in a heap on the bed.

“My cum was made for you,” his hot breath fans the crook of your ear as he coaxes moan after moan from your parted lips. “Are you going to be a good bitch and take it?”

You mewl in assent, hungry. “Please!”

“Gonna fill you up so well.” He licks your ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth until you cry out for more. “Fuck you full of my seed. Oh? You’d like that?”

“Fucking—oh my god,” you babble, reduced to incoherence. “I want it.”

“You’re such a good girl.” Each hard thrust coaxes a string of incomprehensible profanities and moans from your parted mouth. “You take a fucking so well, I’m impressed.”

He sounds so proud that you can’t help but preen at the praise.

“Tell me how good it feels,” he rasps, kneading the supple flesh of your ass. “Hm? How good am I making my master feel?”

“Oh god,” your hands grapple for purchase as he quickens his pace, his fingers digging into your skin with enough strength to leave splotches of color. You’re so far gone that you don’t even register the question being asked until he has to repeat it for you.

“How does my cock make you feel, huh?” Draping his body over yours, he squats down and readjusts his position so that he can enter you from a different angle. Like this he’s able to fuck you with abandon, his hips rutting into yours like you were made for it.

“Good, so, mmngnh, you’re going so hard, I, fuuuck.” You feel yourself sliding down against the cotton sheets, but Jimin is quick to pull your hips back into position. “You fill me up, so deep, I’m so f-full.”

Jimin growls into your ear, breath hot, nipping and licking any surface of skin he can get his mouth on. The column of your neck and your shoulders sting from the attention he gives you, the skin littered with bites in hues of rose and lavender.

Snapping his hips with renewed urgency, you tremble as he keeps you pinned in place with his body. Sweat lines your brow, trickles down your back. Your eyes are glassy with unshed tears, your lips red and swollen, drool trickling down the sides of your mouth. Every movement jostles you slightly forward, breasts swinging, but his hips chase after you, not pausing even for a second. You can’t keep up with the rapid pace—your body is completely boneless; his to command and do as he pleases.

“I’m going to plug you full of my cum,” he snarls, one of his hands snaking up to grope at your breast. “I’ll have you sit around full of it so that any other man knows that this pussy is mine. They’ll take one whiff of you and know that you took it like a bitch in heat, begging and eager to take my seed.”

Your core clenches up, shaken by his lewd words. Sensing that your end is in sight, he continues, his cock plowing into you in tandem with his spew of filth. “Y-yeah, you love the idea of walking around, my cum dripping down your thighs, don’t you, huh? Next time we go see Hoseok, I’ll have you wear a short skirt with no p-panties so there’s no doubt that you’re my bitch.”

A loud moan rips itself from his throat, the image getting to him. Jimin works his hips into yours with urgency, his fingers digging into yours painfully as his pace falters. His dick twitches inside of you once, twice, before spurting ropes of cum against your walls. The feeling of him painting you white is enough to push you over the edge, no clitoral stimulation needed.

Jimin keeps himself lodged inside of you until he’s sure that you’ve taken everything that he’s able to give. You’re not sure how long he stays like that but you don’t comment on it, mouth too parched to talk.

Taking great care to pull out slowly, he keeps your hips angled high in the air and takes two of his fingers and plunges them inside of you to prevent his seed from leaking out. Still keeping his fingers inside of you, he turns you around on your back to arrange you in a more comfortable position.

After taking a moment to catch your breath and steady your racing heart, you finally find your voice. It’s scratchy and fucked-out, but at least you’re comprehensible.

“Are you going to stay like that all night?” you quirk an eyebrow, casting a glance between your legs.

“No, I’m just waiting on you. Need you to be ready to go again,” he stretches his fingers into a v-shape inside of you, reveling in the way your features twist in surprise and a whimper escapes your lips.

“Okay but how long are—wait, what the—Jimin!” you scramble up to stare at his cock in wonder. It’s pink and completely covered with traces of your shared orgasms, but what shocks you is how hard it still is.

“I think,” he pushes you onto your back and climbs up over you, “that I can go for another two rounds.”

“Two?!”

“Well, I’m not in a rut right now so I’m not really sure...” Jimin tilts his head in contemplation, his shaggy hair falling over his brown eyes. “Your ovulation must have triggered some of my instincts to mate, but it’s... different than usual.”

With his one available hand he tugs at his cock, spreading the fluids all over his shaft. You can only watch, transfixed. His small hand makes his cock look twice as big and tempting.

“Different?” you mutter, your attention diverted.

He smirks, amused, and starts to finger you once he notices how heated up you’re getting. Matching the pace of the hand around his cock, he gets you ready for the second round.

“Well, firstly, I didn’t knot you.” You’re only half-aware of his explanation, thoroughly distracted by the way his fingers slide against your walls. “I’m not sure if that can happen since you’re human but I guess we’ll figure it out as we go along... And secondly... Things aren’t as intense as when female hybrids go into heat... Not in a bad way! I think I have more control this way... I don’t feel like...like I’m on drugs, I guess? I feel more aware of what’s going on.”

“So it’s a good thing?” you ask, unsure.

“It’s good.” He leans down to brush his nose against yours. “I think my body is adjusting to yours. I don’t think you would be able to handle me during my ruts, it might be dangerous...”

“Why?”

“Well, for one,” he squeezes in a third finger next to the other two already inside of you. “My ruts last for days.”

“Days?!” you squeak, eyes wide as you register his words.

“You can barely handle me like this... A good girl like you would pass out after the second round, no question.”

You narrow his eyes at him, sensing a challenge. “Yeah? I can take it better than any bitch.”

Jimin’s chuckle is abruptly cut out as you force him onto his back. Triumph is etched onto your features as you take his leaking length in your fist and line it up at your entrance.

“Let me prove it to you.” You can see Jimin’s conflicting desires rage war on his face. Torn between the instinctual need to dominate you and the desire to please you, he stays where you want him, his hands on your hips ready to flip you over at any moment’s notice.

“Why don’t you be a good boy and take it, hm?”

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