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Puppy treat II 🦴

Alpha!Hybrid!BC X Omega! Human!Reader

Your new neighbors are often noisy so you finally get enough courage pay them a visit..... with cookies.♡

Warning! Scenting,heavy petting, pheromones, and a love drunken reader.

Bold= speaking Korean ♡

🌸Previously🌸

Chan moved in a couple of inches; you took a moment to let your eyes linger around his beautiful features. Kiss him ♡ He'll take good care of us. Just look at those biceps and sweet smile. ♡♡ Your eyes widen. What the heck are you thinking?! He's a stranger.

🌸On This Chapter 🌸 🔞 (Beware)

I just wanted to let you know that two days have passed since you met the gentlemen residing above you. Quite frankly, you started the theory of being stalked yet this isn't the unsavory part, it revolves around your shiver of involuntary anticipation.

Every encounter involves him being the prince and you the damsel in disguise whether it’s physically or emotionally. He’s at your aid. The moments happen so romantically as if written by millions of hopeless romance authors, The inevitable feeling of heaven and peace is infinite…to your dismay?

The question mark symbolizes the nagging need to be in his big strong arms. My goodness, have you seen him? He’s so shy but.strong.very strong. A sweetheart with a temper but is too much of a gentleman to show it.

You would scream into your pillow as you recall leaning into his embrace, the warmth of his body enveloping you as he carried you down the stairs you nearly tumbled down. "And gently down," he chuckled sheepishly, his accent thick with that unmistakable Aussie charm.

His laughter, a deep, comforting rumble, resonated in your ears as he allowed your cute feet to touch the dirty earth, much to his dismay. "There you are," he murmured, his eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and adoration. The moment lingered in your mind, a perfect blend of tenderness and the feel of his rough hands.

You started to grow concerned about your own mental health. Are you that desperate for love? You're willing to run into the arms of a handsome stranger. He could be a serial killer who specializes in taxidermy on humans.

You shivered at the thought, then screamed when your doorbell suddenly went off. At this hour? You peeked outside into the hot night setting your eyes on a beautiful bouquet in a vase. You gasped, immediately giving the vibrant flowers a home.

An white envelope appears from underneath. Slightly soggy but still legible. The hand note was heartwarming regarding your delicious cookies including a p.s in different penmanship. Your cookies are always welcomed~Love, Jeongin.

Jeongin? Was that his name?....Your eyelashes fluttered. The name is befitting on him. You though." Jeongin?" How handsome.

The sunlight and crispy dew air brought the horrible realization, you've been baking all night. Even scarier you don't remember starting and yet you were staring down two jars of chocolate chips cookies..from scratch. You gasp looking at the warm welcome of the sun rising through your kitchen window.

You're alarm blared your fears. It's time for work. You shoved soiled apron aside to rush to start your daily routine. In no time, You're prep, gorgeous, and ready for work.

...

Later in that Afternoon

Tired so tired. You thought dragging yourself home after your way home broke down yet you're brain had space for gratitude. You aren't that far along. You can only imagine how you look, heels in hand, sweaty, and disshuffled-

Sniff..Sniff..

You screamed at the sudden appearance of a stranger sniffing behind your ear, even hopping away from the young man. "What are you crazy?!" He was startled by your yelling, backing up but not running away.

Which frightened you. Yet you stood your ground. "Creep." You spat before walking past him. However, you can't ever have a normal day.

"Wait a minute!" He dropped to his knees, wrapping his thick forearms around your thighs and hips. "Mmm-hmm. Mmm." His muffled words were drowned out in the fabric of your pencil skirt.

Side note: Since your last intense encounter, you've discovered the language they speak is Korean, something rather pleasant to your ears.

Warm..Soft...smells sweet. Meg? (Omega) She smells too amazing just to be an average human.

Oddly enough, you didn't mind. A sense of warmth fulled your chest as his cheeks nuzzled against your thighs. Mmm, I should tell Hyung....right after a couple more sniffs.

It wasn’t til you're hand graced his head. He froze, looking up at you with round eyes.

"Please stop sniffing me." The warmth radiating from your flushed cheeks and the quiver in your voice stirred a deep instinct within him. He stood tall, wrapping you in his arms. "Ah—You!" Your nails dug into the taut muscles of his forearms as his lips hovered teasingly near the delicate skin behind your ear. You struggled against his grip, but to your dismay, your body surrendered to his captivating presence.

A burning, intoxicating wave enveloped you, irresistible limerence flowing through your veins, rendering your knees weak and quaking. Lost in the moment, you had no idea how completely you were yielding to him until a low growl rumbled from his throat, his powerful arms encircling your delicate waist, holding you steady as you surrendered to the heat of his vanilla musk.

The aroma enveloped you instantly, emanating from him as he drew closer, his warm breath ghosting over your skin. With each tantalizing caress of his tongue against the sensitive curve behind your ear, he unraveled the tightly wound threads of your sanity, leaving you breathless and yearning for more.

You remained still, paralyzed by a mix of desire and fear, unwilling to break the spell. His grip on you tightened, and the deep, primal growls that escaped his lips sent shivers down your spine. Surely, you must be imagining it all.

Bangchan's Pov

“You’re cheating!” Felix’s voice rang out, sharp and accusatory, as his eyes narrowed at me.

My mouth fell open in exaggerated disbelief. “What?” I gasped, trying—and failing—to look innocent.

Shit. He’d caught on. Three whole rounds of expertly bending the rules, and now he decides to notice? Typical Felix.

There was something undeniably funny about riling him up, though. Watching him throw the Uno cards down on the porch table like they’d personally betrayed him was prime entertainment. His face was a mix of outrage and betrayal, which only made it harder not to laugh.

“Come on, Philly,” I said, feigning contrition as I pressed a hand to my chest. “I’m sorry. Truly. Sit back down, please?”

But Felix wasn’t buying it. He stood there, arms crossed, eyes narrowing further. “You’ve been doing this the whole time, haven’t you?”

“Absolutely not!” I lied, my voice dripping with mock sincerity. Then, unable to resist giggling at Felix's cute pout. " Ah, no-aw. I'm sorry, Philly. Let's play again" Chan smooths the conversation over in his soft baby voice.

Felix groaned, throwing his hands in the air. “Unbelievable. You’re impossible.”And yet, he still dragged his chair back to the table with a huff, ready to deal another round.

Till-

“I said I’m playing with you! Why are you growling at me?” Chan shot Felix a look, half amused, half exasperated.

Felix, ever the drama king, arched his shoulders like some oversized feline preparing to pounce. A deeper, more menacing growl rumbled from his chest—but it was anything but serious.

“Wah!” Chan’s eyebrows shot up as his eyes widened, startled by the almost demonic sound. He laughed, clapping his hands. “Woah, holy shit!” His cheer filled the space, but his amusement started to fade as something else pulled at his senses.

A faint irritation bubbled up, not from Felix’s antics but from…something else. His nose wrinkled slightly as he caught a strange whiff in the air. It wasn’t strong, but it was enough to distract him.

“What the hell is that?” Chan muttered under his breath, the grin slipping from his face as his attention flicked away from Felix, who was still hamming it up for dramatic effect.

Felix paused, straightening up, his playful growl cutting off mid-sound. “What’s wrong?”

Chan blinked, shaking his head. “Nothing. Maybe. I don’t know… Did you smell that?”

Felix smirked, leaning in closer with a teasing lilt to his voice. “Smell what? Your fear?”Chan rolled his eyes but couldn’t shake the creeping sense that something wasn’t quite right.

Author's pov

Please, don't let me go.

Your feet hadn’t touched the ground in what felt like an eternity. For the past thirty minutes, he had kept you suspended in his arms, your legs dangling as he held you impossibly close. His lips claimed yours again and again, his hunger evident in every lingering kiss. The world had long faded away, replaced only by him.

Now, cradled in his arms, he carried you closer to his home—somewhere more private, more his.

Finally, he pulled back, just enough to let his eyes roam over you. His gaze trailed slowly, possessively, admiring the fresh marks blooming across your neck and the curve of your breasts. A smirk played at his lips, dark and seductive.

“Let me bite you,” he murmured, his voice dripping with allure. “We can be together forever, hm? Little Meg.”

His sharp eyes traced the soft contours of your face, devouring every detail. Your wide, trusting eyes clung to his every word, your chest rising and falling in rhythm with his.

“You got an itch a human can’t scratch?” he added, his tone playful and light, starkly contrasting to the delicious greed simmering beneath. His meaning was clear, his intent unmistakable—a hunger so deep, it bordered on madness.

The stranger leaned in, his breath brushing against your ear like a forbidden secret. “Nod. Yes.”

Your head tilted as if tethered to his command, a slow, delicate movement. Your sweet, plump lips parted slightly, caught in a haze of confusion and surrender.

“Woah,” he chuckled, a boyish disbelief lighting his features. His voice was laced with awe, as though discovering a hidden superpower. “That’s... cool. What’s your name?”

But no answer came—just a soft, kitten-like purr that escaped your lips as you nuzzled closer, nestling yourself in his arms. Your soft curves pressed against him, your warmth an intoxicating tease he hadn’t anticipated. It wasn’t shy. It wasn’t cautious. It was unfiltered affection, and it left him speechless.

“Well... I’m Jeongin,” he murmured, almost distracted, as he instinctively adjusted his hold on you. You fit too perfectly in his embrace, like you belonged there.

The sound of hurried footsteps shattered the delicate moment.

“Jeongin!” Hyunjin’s sharp voice broke through the air, his panic unmistakable. He stormed towards you both, his face a storm of frustration and alarm. “What the hell are you doing?! Are you insane?” His voice dropped to a harsh whisper, wary of drawing unwanted attention. “Do you even realize how obvious this is? I could smell the both of you from a mile away! Hyung is going to kill you—”

Jeongin interrupted his tone quieter but tinged with guilt. “I got my senses”

Hyunjin froze.

“What?” His lips parted slightly, the weight of the revelation sinking in. Jeongin’s senses—dulled and fractured since he was five—were the subject of years of ridicule and frustration. For him to regain them, for them to awaken now, was monumental. But this moment… this wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.

“Holy shit,” Hyunjin whispered. His gaze darted between you and Jeongin, struggling to balance the gravity of the situation with the implications of your undeniable bond.

He sighed, raking a hand through his hair, his lips pressing into a thin line as he resisted his own instincts. Your scent, so potent and intoxicating, was impossible to ignore. Even he felt the pull. Yet Jeongin had managed to hold back, even while cradling you so intimately.

That fact alone made Hyunjin soften.

“Alright. Let’s clean this up before it gets worse.”

Hyunjin took careful steps forward, gently peeling you from Jeongin’s arms despite your whimper of protest. His touch was firm yet surprisingly tender as he carried you to the steps of the nearby apartment, settling you down like a fragile treasure.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, his tone uncharacteristically gentle as he crouched before you. His dark eyes searched yours, lingering for a beat longer than necessary. “About all of this. You… didn’t deserve to get caught up in our mess.”

Jeongin, still dazed, glanced at you one last time. His voice was barely a whisper. “I’ll find you again.”

With a curt nod, he rose, giving Jeongin one last sharp look before hurrying back to his side. His movements were brisk, his mind already calculating how to navigate the chaos that would inevitably follow.

The promise hung in the air as he turned and disappeared, leaving behind the faint echo of his words and the lingering heat of his touch.

You whimpered.

The air was thick with the intoxicating scent of sandalwood and rose musk, drowning your senses like a velvet fog. You blinked, your hazy vision lifting to the figure standing behind you—a savior cloaked in concern. His broad chest heaved with unspoken worry, his dark eyes searching yours with a quiet urgency.

“What are you doing out here?” His voice was firm yet threaded with care, the syllables dipped in an accent that made your breath hitch. He crouched before you, close enough for the heat of his presence to envelop you. “You smell—”

But words failed him as your soft purrs grew louder, more insistent. The sound was involuntary, a melody born from the overwhelming pull of his essence. His musk, his voice, his achingly handsome face—all of it felt like a gravitational force, drawing you closer with every moment.

He groaned low in his throat, the sound gravelly and raw. His jaw clenched as he fought against the wave of sensation crashing over him.

“Wow,” he muttered, his voice rough and strained. “That’s… strong.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, the veins in his neck standing out as if struggling to contain the primal energy roaring beneath his skin.

"Let’s take you home, yeah?” His voice was low, soft, and dripping with an understated charm that made your chest flutter.

Before he could do anything more, you were already moving, throwing yourself into the haven of his strong arms. The warmth of his embrace was immediate, a shield against the world, and you melted into him without hesitation.

“Woah,” he murmured, his tone laced with a teasing chuckle. “Eager, aren’t we?”

But his words didn’t match the way his arms tightened around you, pulling you closer. You nuzzled into him, your cheek brushing the firm plane of his chest, your soft purrs vibrating against him. He smelled like something you couldn’t quite describe—earthy, musky, and entirely addictive.

For a moment, he simply held you, his chin resting lightly on the top of your head. “You’re something else,” he whispered, almost to himself, as though the weight of your trust in him caught him off guard.

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forthechubbies · 6 months ago

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Love Thy Husband

Kingpin's Son!Choi San x Chubby arranged wife! Reader

I:Love Thy Husband- II: Bring Me Home

3 month later …In the heart of Namhae-eup..

Average as any other day, from the time you open your eyes and step out your room, your husband is missing, drowning you in eerily silent yet you feel relieved not having to be under his watchful eye. Bathtime it is then…Where does he go this early ? It’s 7:00am.

You fell into deep thought as the steam filled the bathroom and the running water acted as soft background ambience. Did he eat before he left?… Why do I care if he’s eaten it’s not like he gives a hot damn about me….the only time I get to leave is for “outings”. I’m arm candy, luckily, my veil isn’t great when it comes to eye contact and keeping conversation.

Your “wedding” came to mind~

The abrupt chime of the wedding bells sealed your doom. It was time to go. The heartbreaking realization felt like a jab in your chest, weakening you to your knees. In that moment, the hot tears streaming down your cheeks were impossible to hold back.

Your sorrowful whimpering brought your mother to your side, whispering words of encouragement and warmth. Yet, her comforting words only deepened your sadness within.

Your husband's mother even came over peacefully, expressing remorse and apologizing for her husband's actions. She knew she wasn't your ally right now, but she assured you, "San is a good boy. He wouldn't lay a hand on a woman if he knows what's good for him."

The sudden, warm grip beneath your arm startled you into stillness. "Are you alright?" His deep voice sent shivers racing up your spine. "We need to go." His voice started to irritate you, you know its not his fault he’s just following his monster of a father’s orders but you can’t help blaming him in some way out of bitterness since he appears to be content in his father’s choice.

“ Yn? I can carry you-“ San’s sweet offer was met with violence as you swing your gloved hand almost whacking him if not to his quick reflexing, his eyes shift from his large hand caging your tiny one back to your “face.”

San's brow furrows, his expression a mix of concern and self-reproach. This wasn’t his fault—he’s in the same boat as you, and yet he’s been nothing but a perfect gentleman since the moment you met just hours ago. And now, you dare to raise your hand towards him, or at least try to.

A flicker of amusement dances in his eyes—cute. With a delicate pinch, he catches the edge of your veil, playfully flicking it over your face. The harsh pink of your teary eyes and the soft curve of your nose tug at his heartstrings, though his expression remains stoic.

You gasp, clutching his arms as he effortlessly pulls you to your feet once more. "We have to go now, I’m sorry to rush you, sweetheart." His words come out in gentle, hesitant beats, each pause a reminder that English isn’t his first language. You wonder, fleetingly, what was.

Before you can respond, San steals a glance at his watch, then swiftly scoops you into his strong arms, cradling you against his chest as if you weighed nothing at all.

You crossed your eyes, annoyed by the warmth in your cheeks where your memory began to fade. He’s strong..I will give him that..

…

The bubbles melt away your worries expect for one. I mean it’s not really a problem if I think he’s cute. He is my “ hubby”….after all and I’m not even sure of what I saw . The small creaking in the floorboards was drowned by your soft music and humming. Meanwhile on the another side of the walls, San grunts as his back hits the top of the stairs,

Exhausted, your husband collapsed on the stairs, struggling to catch his breath. "Damn it, I really need to piss!" he groaned, throwing his head back in frustration, only to smack it against the step above.

"Ack! That hurt!" San hissed, rubbing the back of his head as irritation bubbled to the surface. Every little thing around him seemed to get under his skin, as if the entire world was conspiring to push him over the edge. "Why is everything so damn aggravating?" he muttered, the annoyance palpable in his voice.

In a surge of pure, unbridled fury, San slammed his fists into the wall, leaving a couple of gaping holes behind. The force of his anger also tore a large chunk of the railing from its mount, sending it crashing to the floor.

He stood there for a moment, seething, as his father's words echoed in his mind like a relentless drumbeat—orders and expectations suffocating him like a noose. Nothing will ever be good enough for him.

San's tie was the final straw, its constriction around his neck driving him to the edge. With a frustrated growl, he yanked the fabric down, as if tearing it away could somehow relieve the tension coiled inside him.

"When that girl bears you a son, you'll understand, my boy," his father had said, his voice dripping with a sincerity that only fueled San's anger. The words, meant to console, did nothing but fan the flames of his rage.

The unsettling sensation of being watched prickled at San, prompting him to glance over his shoulder. His eyes locked onto his wife, who was timidly peeking around the corner. The sight of his bare chest, revealed in his frustration, brought a flush to her cheeks as she took in his stunning yet indecent display.

In the blink of an eye, she vanished, the bathroom door slamming shut behind her with a force that echoed through the hall. Poor San stood there, his hand dropping awkwardly after she blatantly ignored his small, hesitant wave.

Rude, perhaps, or maybe she was frightened—of what, he couldn't fathom. His gaze drifted to the wall, and suddenly, his breath hitched. The sight before him was shocking: the rail piece he had been holding now lay on the floor, a victim of his accidental brute strength. "Oh," he muttered, his eyes wide with realization, "Oops."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the bathroom door, you felt trapped. His broad frame was blocking your only exit, and he was standing so close to the stairs that you knew there was no easy escape. Your room was upstairs, and you silently cursed yourself for choosing to use this bathroom instead of the one safely tucked away in your own space.

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you finally summoned the courage to swing the door open. But as it creaked on its hinges, there stood San, closer than you anticipated, his presence filling the doorway.

San, his expression softened with concern, the tension between you palpable yet oddly comforting. His presence was overwhelming, but not in a suffocating way. It was as though the air around him carried a warmth that you hadn't noticed before, a gentle calm that contrasted sharply with the turmoil in your chest.

"I'm sorry if I startled you," San's voice was deep and soothing, a hint of apology lingering in his tone. He stepped back slightly, giving you the space you so desperately craved yet somehow didn't want anymore. His gaze never left yours, filled with an unexpected tenderness that made your heart flutter.

You exhaled, your shoulders relaxing slightly as you took in his sincere expression. "It's okay," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just… wasn't expecting anyone."

A kitty.He looks like a cat. It feels like it’s been years since you’ve seen his face, his sharp eyes and glare give off a harsh aura despite his words and soft tone. Was it on purpose? You found it difficult to keep eye contact without getting flushed from his eyes but looking down at his exposed chest was a whole other problem. His whole handsome face is the problem, honestly.

"You're even cuter without your heels," he muttered, a sly grin playing on his lips as he took in how your smaller frame matched up to his. His eyes, though mischievous, stayed fixed on your face, a feigned act of respect, even as he relished how the flimsy white cloth clung to your plush curves, teasing him mercilessly. " I have to use the bathroom." He nods behind you.

You moved, swiftly out the way gripping your towel, allowing him to waltz into the bathroom.

He knows you like the difference between you and his bathtub, but this is the first time he's walked straight into the refreshing cloud you left behind. The sweet scent matched your soft body as you brushed past him, turning to close the door, but you were already long gone upstairs.

You gripped your towel tightly as you slid down the door, your knees weak beneath you. The embarrassment of being caught in such a state burned in your cheeks.He's even more handsome now than he was three months ago. It looks like he's been working out... I can see the definition of his muscles beneath his shirt.

The small scene replays in your mind, of him towering over you, yet you notice how he steps back, careful not to startle you. He's got this undeniable sass about him.. You notice his large hands resting on his hips and realize that his dress shoes have a slight heel, which clicks softly against the wooden floor.

Your heart skipped a beat hearing San's door close. You decided you definitely needed more fresh air, leading you down the road you're on now.

While you were enjoying yourself, you didn’t notice that you had triggered the house security alarm. Luckily, your husband was so sleepy that it went unnoticed for a full hour.

To make matters worse it wasn't your husband who discovered the alarm but his elders deciding on a surprise visit.

"San. San! Yah! Choi SAN!"

Talk about a rude awaking, Hongjoong Hyung sat in a lounging chair in the corner of the room, his left foot was extended before he crossed his legs. A strong jolt shook the bed, awaking up your tired hubby.

San groaned before looking at his elder who was simply unimpressed. "Hyung?.." He stretched his remaining remnants of his drowsiness. " What are you doing here?" He hung his head low as he spoke from tiredness? Or respect?

Seonghwa’s voice crashed like a thunderclap, delivering the news the elders had long dreaded, since they were notified about the house alarm that screamed through the home. "She’s gone." His deep voice words tore through the now thick, pregnant silence between Hongjoong and San. San’s chest tightened; enduring one scolding was enough.

Yet, only a fool would believe that Hongjoong's shadow was far behind.

"She's gone?!" San shot up from his bed, fully dressed despite his rumpled state, his eyes wide with disbelief. 'Are you serious?!' In an instant, he was out the door, leaping over furniture in his desperate rush to the front. The elders' voices called after him-

"He forgot his shoes," Seonghwa muttered, as he and Hongjoong stood outside, watching San disappear from sight, completely clueless about where he was headed.

Hongjoong clicked his teeth before stating." He forgot his common sense too. He's just running in a direction. Ah shi-" He then quickly raised his phone to his ear. " Yunho. We need a inner search party keep it under wraps from Choi senior. Clear?"

A firm 'Yes, Sir' ended the conversation as the line went dead immediately after.

…

To be continued..

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