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hexpea · 3 years ago

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Ch. 1 - Choso

You'll be on your own for dinner tonight. Love you! Have a great last first day!

You glanced down at your cell phone to find the text from your mother. Sighing, you slipped your phone back into the front pocket of your hoodie. She probably has another date with that guy she keeps droning on about, you thought. She had been dating the same man for about two years. You had met him a handful of times but not enough for any type of lasting impression or to even call him "Dad" should he end up marrying her. You rolled your eyes to yourself and began typing notes from the required reading. It was something that you had neglected to do the night before.

It was the first day of classes at the University of Tokyo. You were beginning your senior year, more than ready to be done with school. You were too busy tapping away on the keys of your keyboard to notice how quickly the classroom had begun to fill. Eventually, you found yourself having a neighbor seated next to you. You tried to look at them out of the corner of your eye only to notice a relatively familiar stranger. From the blurry corners of your vision it looked to be a student who you had been in previous classes with throughout your college experience.

You stayed quiet as the professor entered the room, the other students also falling silent save for small whispers before class was scheduled to start. When you were finally able to get a better glance at the man seated next to you, you tried to take a mental snapshot before turning away to see if you could specifically remember his name. He had nothing on the table in front of him, not even a notebook or pencil. He sat with his arms at his sides with an uncaring look on his face. Or was it fatigue? You weren't quite sure. He had especially prominent purple marks under his eyes which could very well just be eyeshadow considering the thick, black line that covered his nose as some strange form of makeup. His black hair was done up in two ponytails, short locks wildly darting in different directions. His eyebrows were thin and his jawline prominent as he stared straight ahead. Any other attributes were still foggy from your mental snapshot. You struggled to search your brain for the name. You could've sworn he was in one of your previous classes. Was it Eso? No...no...I think that's his weird younger brother who's a junior, you thought, what was Eso's brother's name?! You nearly punished yourself for forgetting something that should come so easily having met him prior to the current moment.

"Hey," his eyes lazily drifted your way, body and head unmoving. His voice was very deep, sounding as if it came from the very deep pit of his chest rather than his voice box. It was quiet, too, as everyone focused on the professor who was hooking up their computer to the projector.

"Oh...hey," you whispered back, barely noticing that he had greeted you. You were then allowed to focus on his face to really jog your memory. It clicked. "Choso, right?" While you finally got his first name right, you couldn't remember the family name. It didn't matter anyway.

"Yeah," he answered, keeping any type of phrasing short. "Do you think you could send me a copy of the notes after class?" He asked, still in that low, groggy voice. So that's what he wanted...you thought, he's a slacker who just wants the credit for attendance...

"Uh, sure," you reluctantly answered. You figured it was his loss if he didn't take anything from the course. At least if he wanted the notes it meant he was doing studying at some point.

"Cool...piece of paper, pencil?" He asked again, eyes darting to your backpack that sat on the floor between you both. You squinted your eyes at him in slight annoyance but ripped a sheet from your notebook anyway. "I just need a small piece." He interrupted. You let out a loud sigh and tore the corner off.

"This small enough for ya'?" You handed the piece to him, expecting him to say he actually needed the larger piece instead.

"Yeah," he answered casually, taking it and the led pencil from you. He began writing something on the sheet and then handed both back to you. "My email."

"Oh," you felt like an idiot. Of course he'd just need to give me that if I was just going to send him the notes. You had originally thought that he was going to scribble tiny notes on a half sheet of paper but you were wrong. He wasn't going to do anything at all in class.

With that, you were correct. He just sat ominously still and stared at the professor who lectured on and on for what seemed like an eternity. Meanwhile, you were feverishly taking notes like any other typical student in the room. You hated how hard you were working on these notes just for Choso to leech off of them. You hoped he'd fail the course or withdraw.

As class let out, he looked to you again as he slid out of his seat. "Thanks again for the notes," he said in his low voice, still low despite the increased volume.

"Yeah," you sighed, slipping your laptop into your backpack.

He had already left, so you exited the classroom alone. When you got back to your home after commuting for nearly an hour, you slipped your laptop back out of your bag to begin the day's homework. You had also decided to finally send Choso the notes. You then learned his last name after reading the email: kamoc@/gs.mail.u-tokyo.ac.jp. (AN: Not a real email.)

"Huh...Kamo..." you said out loud to yourself before typing it into the bar. His email immediately popped up so you didn't have to type the rest. You simply attached the notes with a small message and set it off via the paper airplane button.

You began working on your midterm paper that had been assigned. You knew that it would be best to at least get a skeleton of a paper going so when it came time to finally write the first draft you'd have something ready to speed along the process. About an hour or so into your session your email dinged. It was Choso.

thanks. c ya wed.

You sighed to yourself yet again. You were sure he'd probably ask you again the next day should he be your seat neighbor again. It was more likely than not seeing as there was an unspoken rule about sitting in the same spot each week; not that it was an actual rule, it was just a natural instinct after leaving high school.

You made yourself dinner at some point and spent the rest of the evening at your computer - watching your shows and doing some light gaming until the late hours of the evening. Around midnight thirty, you heard your mother stumbling in drunk. You also heard the deep, throaty sound of a male. He's here, you thought. You slipped your noise canceling headphones on to strap in for a night of headboard against bedroom wall action.

When you woke up the next day, not necessarily early since your Tuesday class was at two in the afternoon, your mom greeted you with brunch. The man she called her boyfriend sat at the breakfast table with a newspaper in hand, blocking his face. You could tell that he was in the previous night's clothes - too fancy to wear to any type of nine to five.

"Good morning, sweetheart," she greeted, "did you have a good night?"

"I should be asking you both that," you chuckled, taking a seat at the table in front of the man you knew as Noritoshi.

"It was swell!" The mustachioed man set down the newspaper. "That restaurant was exquisite!" He was incredibly excited.

"You picked a good one," your mom confirmed, plopping a few pancakes on a plate for you.

"You should show her, dear," Noritoshi randomly insisted. Your mom then giggled like a little schoolgirl.

"Show me what?" You asked as she came over with a plate for you, setting it down on the placemat. She then took her own place next to Noritoshi.

"This," she smiled, cheeks turning pink. She held out her ring finger to expose a bright, big diamond. Your jaw nearly dropped and your mouth became dry.

"Holy..." you could barely spit out as the glittery rock stared at you in the face. "That must've been a fortune."

"You don't want to know," Noritoshi chuckled, "and you," he now directed his statement to your mother, "don't need to know."

"Congrats, guys," you gave a flat-lipped smile before cutting up the pancakes in front of you and shoving them in your mouth.

"Alright," Noritoshi then stood from the table, "I really should be getting back. I've got to make sure my sons had an alright night...and that they've gone to their first classes of the day." He rolled his eyes. "They tend to prefer to sleep in...or not sleep at all," he sighed, "delinquents." He then proceeded to exit after giving his bride a peck on the cheek.

"They sound...swell," you smiled sarcastically toward your mom with Noritoshi now gone. "I had no idea he had kids, too. He always seemed like an uptight businessman."

"Yes, well...Noritoshi's a busy man," she sighed, "and with their mother out of the picture he's had a hard time raising them." "So multiple based on what he's said. How many? Two, three?" You inquired with slight interest. You had been an only child your whole life. This marriage prompted the strange idea of having brothers in your head. Your mother looked down at her plate rather sadly.

"I believe he has three currently..." she thought, "yes...three living sons."

"Living?" You pried further.

"Well...considering Noritoshi's lack of presence himself...being busy and all...some of his sons got wrapped up in some bad practices and others into accidents. I believe there are ten of them in total with three living."

"Geez..." you grew silent, choking down the bite you had stuffed in your mouth. "I can't imagine that kind of tragedy." Your mother nodded.

"When we lost your father it was so painful. I can't imagine losing you, let alone seven children."

"To be honest, Mom, Noritoshi doesn't seem like a great dad," you expressed. Your tone was as if you were scolding her in her choice of men. She stayed silent for a moment before answering.

"I know what it sounds like, Y/N," she slumped her shoulders, "but I can assure you he's doing the best he can. Their mother wasn't the best influence either. I don't think it's all on him. And when we do get married, I don't expect you to call him Dad either."

"Wasn't planning on it," you said quickly, "not like I know him all that well."

"Maybe someday," your mother dreamed. "Anyhow, I need to be getting to work. Have a good day at school!" She finished her plate and threw it in the sink, quickly grabbing her briefcase and exiting.

You had a normal day at school and just as quickly as that morning arrived, the next morning came. Wednesday. You sat down in the same seat you had chosen on Monday, the room filling up again as if it were a regular routine. Just as you had expected, Choso sat down next to you. This time he had a backpack and he slipped out a laptop similar to your own. He had his usual daily look: ponytails, black line, purple marks under his eyes. It was as if it were his trademark.

"Hey," you greeted first this time.

"Hey," he greeted in return, eyes not leaving his screen as he logged in.

"You have a computer today," you noted, sitting with your hands squished between your legs for warmth in the cold classroom. You watched as his fingers typed away, black nail polish chipped on each manicured finger.

"Yep," he answered, pulling up a document for notes.

"What happened on Monday then?" You asked, trying to keep some kind of friendly conversation going.

"I never know what's expected in each class. So I usually just wait out the first day," he explained, typing a header onto the black page. It honestly just sounded like more of an excuse than anything.

"Oh...cool," you nodded, the conversation falling off. You quickly dove into a yawn.

"Long night?" He asked.

"Sort of," you came down from your yawn, your voice slightly distorted. "My mom came home late last night with her date. They ended up getting engaged," you laughed slightly. Choso then looked at you with interest, turning his gaze toward you.

"What a coincidence," his voice was still nonchalant and low as always, "my dad got engaged as well."

"That's funny," you smiled, turning your attention to the professor who was setting up.

"Hmph, yeah...guess so," he shrugged, trying to hide a small smile of his own.

When Monday rolled around again and your class with Choso arrived, you noticed he was without his laptop again. He yet again asked you to send him the notes as you did on the first day.

This sort of pattern continued. Sometimes he would have the laptop and other times - hell, most of the time - he wouldn't have it. The slacker attitude was getting on your nerves. You loathed hearing him ask for notes so often you debated withdrawing from the course, but you had to admit you were a bit conflicted. When you saw him with the laptop, he was diligent with his notetaking. It was as if he decided to try some days and other days he just...didn't. You had no idea what was up with him, but it still pissed you off to no end ninety-five percent of the time.

Midterms were quickly arriving and he had yet again asked you for notes.

"Choso...I don't think I can keep doing this," you whined, "it's really annoying. Why don't you just remember your damn laptop?" You begged him. He smirked at your frustration which just sent you into an even bigger rage that you couldn't even display considering the environment.

"Who cares? Just give me the notes, Y/N..." he rolled his eyes, a small frown on his lips. He was manspreading in the desk, hands gripping the edge of it as he positioned himself toward you, his combat boots looking heavy on the floor. He was the exact definition of douche in that specific moment as with many other moments that you had shared over the course of the semester.

"Just...mind your own business...dick," you turned yourself away from him, using your hair as a way to shield from his vision. He huffed audibly and began to pout in his chair, hands folded across his chest.

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theficplug · 4 years ago

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|Next Lifetime|Erik Killmonger|

previous chapters : Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

erik killmonger x black reader

|part 4|

warnings: um definitely smut this chapter at the end. so 18+ for this chapter! and a possible trigger warning for grief but i promise it gets better and its a romcom.

synopsis: reader grieves Erik until she doesn’t (i’m trying not give too much away). This one is a long ass chapter. So, grab you a snack and something to drink! I hope y’all like it.

“You promised on our birthday that you would give me something far more special than the charms you would gift to me. In 2018, you wanted to avenge your birth parents and you went off and did something foolish and when you- when they returned you to me you were-.” you struggle for a bit to find the words to explain it all to him as he takes a step back to gather himself.

He rubs his eyes before grabbing your arms gently and massaging them . He leans down to look you in your eyes before asking “Ma, did you take something before I came to pick you up? You alright? Cause what you saying don’t make no sense at all... Your pupils don't look dilated though.”

“I know how this must sound. Batshit crazy. I know it sounds crazy to me too. I’m still trying to figure out if I’m losing my own damn mind. I don’t know how or why. I just know that you came back to me.” you say to him and he shakes his head.

“Erik. You’re talking about your ex boyfriend...The one that passed... . Alright, I’m going to take you home now... I still don’t understand what’s going on here and I’ve had about all I can take of trying to understand what’s going on here.” N’Jadaka says quietly to you before going around and opening your car door.

The drive was silent as you picked at your nails and let the soft r&b roll over the tension between the two of you.

Your own thoughts were going in about a billion different directions again. It didn’t feel right to just sit on all of that and not say anything at all. As ripped from a science fiction film as it sounded at least he knows.

He was never one to think quietly because you could practically read his thoughts with the changing of expressions across his face.

The relief of seeing your building washed over you as he offered to walk you to your door.

It was bittersweet because there was still so much of him in this different version of him. Even when he was upset with you or livid with whatever ghost that was haunting him back then, he still showed nothing but tenderness to you.

You nod and give him a small smile before following him up the stairs , to your elevator, and finally your door.

“I know that this is a lot. I mean who in their right mind would be able to process all of that.I wish there was any other way to say it... But thank you, I had a really nice time.” your soft words snap him out of staring at your face as if he was trying to piece it all together.

He knew deep down that there was something about you and what happened that weekend while dreaming in colours and other worlds but he couldn’t wrap his head around all of this happening in real life.

You lean up to kiss his cheek and he grabs your shoulders softly. “With all due respect. You seem like a lovely person and a good woman, but I just - this all a lil too weird for me and I don’t think it’s a good idea that we continue seeing each other.”

He kisses your hand and leaves with one look over your shoulder as you call out “Meet me at our spot. If you are still anywhere in there. You’ll know what I mean.”

“What the hell happened ? I didn’t expect you back until tomorrow morning?” Iri says as she settles on the other side of the sofa and patted the spot next to her as you kick off the sandals and lay your head on her lap with tears already prickling your eyes.

“Oh you didn’t? Please don’t tell me you told him about the soulmate reincarnation thing? Sweets, you probably scared the hell out of that man. We needed you to keep that waaay down in the vault.” Tiki adds as she pops the cork off the bottle of wine in her hand and pauses the movie playing on the screen in the background.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do . You’re gonna text him and tell him that you had just gotten your wisdom teeth removed earlier today and the meds had you unexpectedly zooted as fuck. “ Iri suggests and you chuckle softly.

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Meanwhile at N’Jadaka’s house he was already being pestered by Lina and Penn for some type of details about what happened during the date. Orleans was already in the kitchen cooking and ear hustling but went back to his conversation on the phone with Big Mike when he realized there wasn’t any tea.

“I don’t feel good. I’m finna go lay down. I’ll talk to y’all in the morning”. He says simply to them before trudging his way to his part of the house.

They had been friends since college and just got used to the idea of living together as they did in the dorms so they made it work after graduation.

It helped them save money for when they finally separated and all of their schedules kept them busy so they didn't have time to get sick of each other. They also knew him well enough to know when something was bothering him and to leave him alone when he gets this moody.

"What the fuck?" He whispered under his breath

"What the fuck was all that?" He continues talking to himself as he strips and walks past the bathroom mirror to the shower.

He stops when something catches his eye. He sees a birthmark on his chest that almost resembles the shape of claw marks. He lets his fingers linger over the mark for a second. Thoughts of a panther mask clouded his memories for a moment before he shook his head and entered the shower.

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A few hours later of talking through it with your girls about possibly seeing a therapist about all that's going on and you were ready for bed.

It didn't take long to drift off, you were ready to put the whole thing behind you.

The familiar setting of purples , pinks, and hues of blue came into focus and you looked around letting the butterflies land on you again.

You walk through the flowers and find Erik sitting by a stream of water weaving some of the flowers together.

"What the hell, E?" You ask as you run over to him and wrap your arms around his neck

He turns to you and smiles big , his dimples on full display before shrugging.

"It ain't perfect but it's the best I could do. They said it's like a do-over or something like that. I get a second chance but as a result of the way I did things the first time it's a lil different. Like when you restore a computer and it lose all it's files and shit. I get a new life but I'm still kinda stuck. I kinda like it though. I don't remember all the other shit when I'm awake. It really is like starting over. Shits crazy to explain when you think about it. But for you , you already know. I'd find you in this life and the next and the one after that. I don’t think I’mma ever fully remember what happened with all of that when i’m awake. I’m cool with it. It ain’t something I’m tryna remember." He says tipping your chin up to look at you and kissing you softly

"I know. At least I get to hold you in the real world. It's just different. But guess what I saw today? I seen that bench that you and me signed all them years back. It's still there." You say to him and he places the lil flower bracelet around your wrist as y'all sit and talk for the rest of the night.

By the time you wake up with the aroma of breakfast wavering throughout the loft you feel a little better about the whole situation with Erik, not Erik.

You opened your phone and sent him an I'm sorry gif with a few extra words inspired by Tina's wisdom tooth lie.

After easing into the kitchen and standing in the doorway you see the two lovebirds dancing around the kitchen singing to each other and laying food on the plates.

"Morning lil sleepy head. Don't forget that I'll still be coming down to the center with you today for the seminar. You hungry?" Iris asks as she places the plate in your hands with a kiss to the top of the head.

"Of course. There's a young girl, Sophie there that I really think would love to talk to you. She's just starting her transition. And her parents are wonderful but they don't really have much money. She hasn't really had the chance to get more “feminine�� presenting clothes and she likes makeup. " You say and she nods catching your drift.

"Well it'd brighten anybody's day seeing a beautiful successful trans woman like myself honey. But let's lift her spirits even more. I'm gonna bring some of the makeup I got from pr packages and some of the clothes from this collection. I really hope it helps." She answers and Tika just saunters over to her proclaiming her love for her.

"Alright alright alright. I get it. I'm single as hell." You say laughing softly

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Two weeks ticked by with radio silence on N'Jadaka's end. After the 4th day when he gave you the cold shoulder at a coffee shop, you decided to stop trying.

Maybe it wasn't fate and maybe you were just believing what you wanted to believe.

You reason with yourself as you walked around the loft making notes about the new housing project you were working on.

Finally having the house to yourself with the lovebirds gone for the day on a little adventure. You got to work budgeting and calling different areas to rent out apartments to you for women and lgbtq+ with housing insecurities.

Your ramblings and thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door , thinking that Iri or Tika left something behind.

"I told you to take your sunscre- Daka?" You question as he stands in front of you

You cross your arms and furrow your brows while waiting for an answer from him.

He stands for a moment like he’s trying to gather all of his thoughts together in a way that makes sense to both of you.

"What're you doing here?" You ask putting your hand on your hip.

He drops his shoulders and lets out a soft sigh before looking at you.

"I didn't wanna believe it. What you said that night cause like how the fuck does something like that happen? I’mma be honest. I wanted to just believe that you were a lil off and leave it at that but something keeps telling me that you right. I can't remember shit before college and all I wanted to do was be with you. From the moment I met you in the store. I was like, this is it. This is what's missing. A piece to a puzzle that's all jumbled up." He admits and you nod slowly before letting him in.

You walk around the kitchen getting a cup of tea for yourself and sitting a cup of coffee down on the counter for him.

“Don’t worry it’s black, I know you dont like it sweet.”

"You know I didn't exactly expect my fiancee that I buried months before to show up at a damn supermarket of all places. This isn't some movie or fanfiction. These kind of things don't happen in real life. Daka you, you had claw marks all over you. The last time I laid eyes on you. And now you're here in front of me. I thought that I was losing my mind." You say and he starts to unbutton his shirt.

"These." He says peeling his shirt off and showing you the birthmarks on his chest and shoulder.

You trace your fingers over it before leaning your head on his shoulder.

"I asked my parents about my childhood and when I passed by my old neighborhood a few days ago andI remembered some things. I remember what happened to my other parents, in pieces. Shit’s brutal." He says dropping his gaze

"It's okay." You whisper to him and wrap your arms around him. You rocked him for a moment letting him let all of those feelings wash over him.

He embraced you for a moment before kissing you tenderly. You tug at his bottom lip before deepening the kiss when he press you against the counter.

"We'll figure it out... Something telling me I'd be a fuckin fool to lose you again." He says quietly against yours lips.

"Are you gonna make love to me or are you going to keep looking at me like that?" You ask as he studies your whole face like he's looking at art.

"A memory. It's you. We stood right here and I kissed you the same way. You were saying something like "you bring yourself home to me"." He says and you nod frantically, holding him closer to you.

"I did. It was right before you left." You admit and he nods before lifting you up onto the counter and kissing you heatedly this time. He kisses down to your breasts before looking up at permission from you to unhook your bra.

Always a man that knows what he's doing. He takes kisses around your breasts and nipples. He takes his time to lick and caress you until he works his way down.

You shake your head yes before moving to slide off your panties but his kisses and his mouth is already beating you to it as he kisses down to your thigh.

He slides your panties off with his teeth and tosses them over his shoulder.

You tilt your head back as you feel him wasting no time massaging over your clit and working you over with his fingers, curling them and stroking you gently.

Your soft moans fill the room when he hooks your leg over his shoulder and begins to suckle your clit softly , swirling his tongue over it.

"Tika will kil- Ooh god. How does your tongue feel like it's vibrating?" You ask and he only chuckles and grips onto your cheeks to bring you closer to him.

He was feasting on and devouring you like he was going to lose again and you could grind your hips down against his tongue and moan his name sweetly.

He didn't stop his tongue or fingers working in you until your legs are shaking and you're gripping at his head.

"You have- fuck. I'm a squir-" you moan his name brokenly while trying to get out your words and lean back for a moment licking his lips before realizing what you're trying to say.

"Hold that for me. I wanna come with you." He says to you and you pout and protest as he removes his fingers. He picks you up off the counter and carries you bridal style asking you which room is yours.

"Left , left." You giggle into his shoulder as he helps you slide your dress off and you unbutton his jeans for him.

You capture him in a kiss for a moment feeling his soft plump lips against yours again for the first time in what feels like forever.

"It's been a long time since I've done all of this. . . Gentle." You say and he runs a calloused finger over your cheek moving a curl away from your face as he looks at you.

He gets a quick flash of a memory of you and him in bed. You wore a smile on your face before telling him "happy anniversary".

He trailed his fingers down your body remembering almost every scar , every moment.

When Erik got to a scar at your side. He chuckled, unlocking a memory of you two running from the neighborhood rottweiler , Smokey.

That old ass dog hated you and he hoisted you over the fence first after being out late one night in high school. The gate had caught your side when you jumped.

Erik felt so bad he brought you food from anywhere you wanted everyday from to school for a month.

He leans down to place open mouthed kisses to it.

He traced over your thighs to the cellulite and stretch marks remembering when you first got them.

He was moving homes at the time and he wasn't ready to be further away from you yet. You two just sat for hours at the park in the grass, talking.

" You know white men behind all of that anyways. They want y'all to feel like you gotta look the same way. That's how they make them billions. My mama had 'em . Yo mama , and generations back. And it ain't ever stop them from being the women they are. Besides if any dirtneck nigga ever try you , just tell me. Imma handle it." He would say as you sat with your head on his lap, staring at the sun setting, knowing good and well your grandparents were gonna ground you for being late when you get home.

They never did though cause you were with Erik they knew you were gonna be alright.

"Nothing to worry about. I… I've never done any of that stuff before…Have you?" you question hesitantly as you stare off.

"Tisha. From Ms. Wilkes class. We was coming from the kick back-"

"Uh uh . That's your business , you ain't gotta tell me all of that." You say slightly upset at the fact that Tisha of all people was his first.

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"I got you." He says kissing your forehead then your nose before hooking your leg over his hip and easing into you slowly while his lips are still on yours. His eyes never left yours as he cupped your face sweetly like he didn't want to lose you again.

In this moment he gets a glimpse of prom night and how things changed between the both of you forever.

He wraps his hands around your waist. One of his hands splayed across your belly.

He remembers the pregnancy scare you both had afterwards with him holding your hand and telling you no matter what happens he wanna be there for both of you.

Luckily, nothing came of it but you were definitely closer because of it.

You let out an open mouthed gasp at the feeling of being so full of him after so long.

You rest your hands on his neck and shoulder and he bottoms out fully settling into you as he moves his arms next to balance himself.

You close your eyes as he begins to stroke into you trying to set a rhythm for you as his praises for you fall from his lips.

He kisses his way down your neck licking the marks that are already starting to form there.

"My lil baby." He mutters out after licking a freshly formed hickey forming on top of your breasts.

You open your eyes slowly , looking at him and the way he's looking at you .

"It's been way too long since I've heard that from you. You're remembering?" You ask quietly as you let out a soft moan.

N'Jadaka's muscles flex and tighten as he picks up his pace. His abs clenched as he pulls out almost completely and filled you at a different angle.

The sounds of your moans filling the room with every stride and stroke of his hips, it seems like you're closer to floating in space. The man was fucking you like his life depended on it and at this point all you could do is wrap your arms around him again to comfort you as he shutters and rolls his hips deeper into you. Your walls tighten around him as you relish in the feeling of him.

"Fuck. I remember all of it." He says half chuckling at the way it's coming to him and half nearly in tears cause he really missed being with you.

"I also remember that this is your favourite position cause you like to see my face." He teases before leaning down to kiss you again with them plump ass lips.

"E?" You ask , grabbing his face with trembling hands.

"Baby?" You ask again

He moves his hands from your waist and places your hands in his. Then moving them above your head as he flashes in between making love to you for the last time and now.

You roll over with him and place your hands on your chest riding him slowly getting the rhythm as he strokes into you from below.

He laughs softly when he realizes what you're doing.

"Are you spelling my fucking name , baby?" He asks and you tell him that you can spell both.

You let out a whimper when he brushes your spot and let him take over as he runs his hands over your thighs to your butt and over your back as he strokes into you.

He plants his feet on the bed and work your hips in rhythm with him.

It didn't take long for you to orgasm with a loud shriek of his name . You had forgotten how he gets when he's close as his hands on gripping all over your thighs and your back. You were already feeling sensitive with your second orgasm coming through and this man felt like he was trying to put it in your belly.

He rolls you onto your side giving it to you deeply.

With a loud hiss and panting from him he cums , holding you in his arms.

"I don't think it has felt like that since our birthday last year." He says into your ear as he pulls you closer into his arms.

He engulfs you fully in his embrace and presses a kiss to the side of your head.

You laugh softly and roll over to face him , resting your forehead against his.

"I remember. You took me to Paris. I had never been and at the time I was obsessed with everything Parisian. We fucked on the balcony and somehow I ended up popping the straps to my favorite dress. You still owe me by the way." You tease and he shakes his head laughing.

"I think we ended up saving they marriage from across the way though. They was arguing the whole time. Then they gon watch us like we ain't see them." Erik says laughing as he squeezes your thigh playfully.

"I know they was trying some things." You joke

"I missed you so much. You don't even understand." You admit with a somehow saddened and relieved expression.

"I know. I want to start over this time. All of that Erik Killmonger shit is over with. I wanna keep the name N'Jadaka and just start over. All of that was too heavy on me to carry. I wanna let it all go. I wanna do it right with you." He explains

"Good because if you put me through that again. Wakanda will be the least of your damn worries." You say to him and he nods giving you his word, sealed with a kiss.

"It'll be alright. Everything happens for a reason. And I think that right now a bath needs to happen and I'm gonna need you to do that thing again that you did in the kitchen cause I'm tryna figure out when you learned that-"

At some point after the bubble bath/ shower combo you were both out like a light until Iri and Tika decide to come busting in like they usually do with little gifts and food for you.

"Guess who's your fave- SHE GOT A WHOLEASS MAN IN HER BED" Iri announces to Tika before your pillow hits the door as she closes it.

"Sorry about that. This is kinda our cuddle hour so they're used to just coming on in." You say sleepily and he just laughs it off while holding you closer.

"It's all good. I remember that I ain't know them much before but when we did spend time with them, they were good people." He says, still trying to piece it together.

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You fell asleep more peacefully than you had in a long time. Now granted, good sex didn't fix the many layers of issues and mysticism surrounding everything.

But for now, you knew that you had him, you had your girls, family and your business. Everything felt alright again.

Right up until the point of sleeping through the first alarm to meet the property owners.

"Bae. Bae your phone going off." N'Jadaka whispers in the dark room , voice still riddled with sleep and grogginess.

"Shit. Shit. I'm gonna be so late." You call out , quickly jumping out of bed and stumbling around the room.

It takes you about 25 minutes to speed through getting dressed in your best skirt suit.

N'Jadaka sits on the end of the bed putting on his shoes and watching you shuffle around.

He had offered to drive you there and stay with you and check out the property with you.

He slows you down by grabbing you by your arms gently and placing a kiss to your lips.

"Good morning, handsome. Let's go"

You walk through the living room with Iri and Tika already posted up in the kitchen placing two breakfast burritos in a container to grab and go.

You grab your things from the counter all while thanking them and jetting towards the door.

"Good luck pooh!" Tika calls after you.

"Byyyyeeee Dakaaaa" they call out after him

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"Here it is . These are the apartments. I know they don't look like much now from the outside. But from the pictures it looks great. And they'll be safe and comfortable here-" you babble on to N'Jadaka while you both stand outside of the building where Erik grew up , until you notice two women walking to a car that clearly wasn't from this area.

You notice Shuri and your breath hitches in your throat.

Frozen in your anxiety, the seconds ticked by and it was too late to leave. She looked you dead in the eye and then at N'Jadaka like she had seen a ghost.

She gasped and Nakia followed the eyes before back into the car.

"SHURI WAIT - PLEASE" you yell out to them but the car was already speeding away.

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bh7theseriesblog · 4 years ago

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The Origins of Big Hero 7

Big Hero 7: The Series

Origins

*A flicker of black and white starts up for a while, static noises barely blocks out a voice*

Umm…Hello? Can you hear me?

*the flickering and static stops as it shows a 14 year old girl with dyed blue hair and purple eye contacts*

Can you hear me? Oh it's working!

*The girl sits on the chair in front of the camera. She smooths out her sea green skirt as she clears her throat*

Hi! So…after some thinking I decided to make a video diary so I can remember what I said. After all, who knows when it'll come in handy right? Oh right! I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Cora Mizichio.

*Cora chuckles slightly before continuing*

So I guess I should start with my life and such. Let me warn you though, it's kind of a long and wild story.

*she pulls out a phone and starts showing pictures*

I have lived in San Fransokyo for my whole life with my Dad, Mizuchi and Grandmama, Kaguya. My mom, Akemi passed away when I was a baby.

*image of a blonde hair woman smiled warmly before switching to Cora and her family. Her father being Goliath in stature and her grandmother dressed in a kimono with a cane*

Then my family found out that I'm incredibly intelligent for my age. I suppose hacking into your father's computer to send a birthday card at the age of 4 does that. My Dad is very sweet and an old softie, but is very protective of me and wasn't sure that I should go to school. So I was homeschooled, it was fun being taught by Grandmama and such about Marine biology, but…I felt kind of lonely…

After all my studies, I actually made a habit of bot fighting disguised as an unknown cat-masked competitor under the name 'Nekodomo'. It earned good money since at the time Dad hadn't gotten any luck with jobs due to his height. But it was my very first night of bot fighting that I met him…Hiro Hamada

*she flips the photo to a young Asian boy her age, with messy raven hair, large almond brown eyes and a tooth gap in his smile.*

I've never had very much luck when it came to making or having friends, so if I someone told me that I would end up dating this guy I would had laughed. But yeah we did. I was paired up with Hiro in one of those special bot fighting events like the duo duel. We won, but than the cops were coming and I was so scared of getting caught that I couldn't move. But then the next thing I know Hiro grabs my hand and we were running like crazy before the cops even spot us! I have no idea how long we had been running, but to be honest I didn't really care because I was still awe-struck by the fact that Hiro had save me from getting arrested and we didn't even know each other at the time. But that was all about to change, because as we were finally approaching a safe distance from the cops, it was at that moment where I tripped and fell flat on my face, and at the same time broke my mask. Thankfully Hiro picked me back up and we started running again, with me leaving my broken mask behind. Once we finally stopped and knew we were safe, that was when Hiro and I actually first met face-to-face. Now I have to be honest with you, I've never really known if the whole 'Love at first sight' thing was actually real or not, but it's the only thing I can describe how I felt when I first looked into Hiro's eyes. It was there when we properly introduced ourselves to each other and after that, we started seeing each other more. And it was only after 4 months of hanging out together, that I finally got to meet his family, and he got to meet mine.

*The picture now showed Hiro with a woman holding a calico japanese bobtail cat and a young man on either side of him.*

The woman on his left is his Aunt Cass, she runs a coffee shop called the Lucky Cat Cafe. The young man on his right is his older brother Tadashi. And the adorably cute kitty-cat Aunt Cass is holding is Mochi, their family pet. They are really cool people, and they always asked how I was doing and such, and Mochi is such a sweet kitty that he always tries to cuddle up to me whenever I come over. Hiro and I actually became an official thing one night when I saved his butt from Yama's minions. And boy were they surprised! Aunt Cass actually bounced when Hiro told them that I'm his girlfriend! Dad and Grandmama met them that night too, while dad wasn't too happy at first about me dating, Grandmama convinced him…after hitting him on the head with her cane.

*Cora giggled at the memory*

Anyway, After a slight misadventure where Hiro and Tadashi landed in jail and Cass had to bail them out, Tadashi actually took Hiro to SFIT, San Fransokyo institute of Technology that same night. Hiro told me that he met Tadashi's friends. There's Gogo: the cool biker chick, Honey Lemon: the stylish Chem genius, Wasabi: Laser neat freak, and Fred: the secret Billionaire super hero geek. Afterwards Hiro and I actually applied to SFIT by entering the showcase! Hiro made these miniature robots he called Microbots which he can control via head transmitter, I on the other hand did super strength suction cup shoes that can stick on any surface. We both won and we…were gonna celebrate until…a huge fire broke out in the showcase building and Tadashi ran back inside to help Callaghan, a teacher at the school….he didn't make it…

*Cora turned quiet, looking at her hands as she takes a deep breath*

Hiro wasn't himself for a while. I visited him a lot since the fire, and I mostly talked and tried to comfort and be there for him. Then came the day Hiro stubbed his toe and Baymax came along.

*A picture of a white inflated figure came to the picture*

Baymax was Tadashi's project, a robotic nurse to be more specific. He heard Hiro say ow and activated to help him. Then one of Hiro's microbots started acting weird, and Baymax followed the direction it went! It was then we found a guy in a kabuki mask controlling the Microbots. But they were destroyed at the fire right? Once Hiro pieced together that it was the kabuki-masked man that started the fire to steal them, which in turned killed Tadashi…Hiro decided to build Baymax some armor which…well

*the next picture showed Baymax in protective gear*

We traveled down to the port where we saw him take some type of machine out of the ocean. But then it turns out Baymax called the gang to help us, but sadly the guy in the mask saw us. We barely escaped with our lives that night! Thankfully Baymax being a walking marshmallow, also makes him an inflatable raft too. Afterwards we got to Fred's mansion and discussed over what to do next. Side note: it was weird to see that Fred is a billionaire.

*shows portrait of a young Fred and his parents in classy attire*

Hiro and I then built ourselves armor to fight the guy in the mask. Honey lemon got this cute chemistry purse to pull out what she needed, Gogo got some sick skates to zoom past us, Fred got a killer Kaiju costume that breaths fire, Wasabi got awesome laser blades on the backs of his hands, and I got my aquatic camouflage suit with squid strength suction cup shoes! And learning back from his previous work, Hiro turned Baymax from a stay puff marshmallow with bicycle gear to an awesome superhero!

*the next photo shows Baymax in his red armor*

After training and flying around the city we got down to business. We flew to Akuma island where the masked guy was, and it was there we learned something interesting. Krei and some government officials had something called 'Project Silent Sparrow'. It backfired when the portal sucked everything in, and the pilot was stuck. But then the masked guy attacked us! We tried to fight back but….

*a small clip showed Fred jumping only to be punched away *

We bombed, big time.

Hiro and I got lucky to get the mask…but the person was not who we thought….

Turns out Callaghan grabbed the transmitter and used it and the Microbots to protect himself in the fire…leaving Tadashi to die….

It was then that Hiro took out Baymax's health care chip and ordered him to kill Callaghan…

*Cora took a deep breathe before standing up and leaving the room, she returned back with a glass of water and started drinking it. Once she was done She then continued.*

Thankfully the gang got Baymax back to normal but Hiro was furious. He just left with Baymax…but we eventually met up with Hiro at his place, with a video of Tadashi…it was also when we showed him what we discovered. The pilot was no random person Krei hired. She was Callaghan's daughter, and Callaghan was out for blood.

We got to Krei Tech where Callaghan got his portal running. Hiro then learned what we needed to do to beat him; instead of the mask, we take out the Microbots, then he'd be powerless. But despite that, the portal was still open, and ready to tear itself to pieces. Then Baymax dropped the biggest bomb on us, Callaghan's daughter was still alive in there.

Hiro and I got on Baymax to rescue her. We found her pod but Baymax's thrusters were wrecked from the debris…

Baymax…he got us out by rocket punch…but stayed behind in the portal…

It's been weeks since then…

Krei agreed to keep our identities a secret, Callaghan is in prison, and his daughter is making a steady recovery at the hospital. And the news had been exploding over 'the mysterious group of heroes' that saved the city.

Hiro and I had been doing good, we talked to the gang a lot and we actually reapplied to SFIT again.

*Cora then looks at the clock beside her and gasped*

Oh man it's almost midnight! And first day of class is tomorrow! Anyway, thank you for listening! And…Baymax…I don't know if you can hear me..but Hiro has been doing good. We all miss you…especially me and Hiro...wish us good luck, cause who knows what happens tomorrow.

*Cora smiles at the camera before turning it off.*

A.N: This is an updated look for the prolouge chapter of Big Hero 7: The Series!

Liking the new visuals? ;3

This chapter has been edited by WolfWitchHuntress1318 at Fanfiction.net! Thank you for being my patient editor! Thank you for following and reading Big Hero 7! Love ya!

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fuckedbykpop-blog · 7 years ago

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Heat | pt.1

Pairing: Yoongi x Hoseok // Suga x Jhope // Yoonseok

Genre: Hybrid!au, fluff, smut (later, possibly in later parts)

Words: 9.1k+ (sorry if I messed up words, I didn’t proof read)

Warning: story of abuse, swear words, violence, loneliness, just a whole lotta shit

Notes: This will be my first kind of mini-story on here on here. I hope that it’s good cause I’m not good with words. I just wanted to make a hybrid story for a while so I’m excited. Let’s go on.

Backstory: It’s been maybe 5 months since Hoseok had found Yoongi in an alleyway, naked, bruised, beaten, bloody, and used. Hoseok found him because the poor Panther hybrid was mewling, he cautiously stepped up to Yoongi to help him out. At first, Yoongi hissed at him, threatening him, he couldn’t trust anyone. Not after how his previous owners treated him. He thought of all rich people as scum, he hated the fact that he was only used for sexual desires and treated like shit afterwards, he hated his life. That was until at least Hoseok came to save him from his miserable life.

“Please don’t be afraid of me, I just want to help you, you’re severely harmed. please let me–”

“Don’t touch me, I don’t want be around another disgusting wealthy scum. I’d rather die”, the raven black head scowled towards the orange-haired male.

His words hurt Hoseok deeply, if anything, he felt as if he could relate with him. Hoseok came from a selfish rich family that were too spoiled, they didn’t really give him a good childhood, he wasn’t interested in the amount of money he had or what his family name was stood as. He just wanted someone to be there, to talk to, to care for. He hated his life too. Being locked up in his mansion with nothing to do, doesn’t even go see his family or gatherings because he knew that if he did, they’d probably force him to carry on his family’s bullshit legacy. he didn’t want that, he wanted to be known as himself.

“Whatever you think I am, I’m not. I’m sorry that they have left a bad impression on people like me. If anything I hate us too, but I’m different, I promise. I’m not leaving you here for dead because if I do, I’ll feel shitty and–”

“Shut up, you talk too much”, the feline mumbled, “just leave me alone”

After 5 or so minutes of Hoseok pleading the hybrid to come home, the hybrid sighed and gave in. Hoseok couldn’t lie with his emotions, he felt as if the Panther hybrid warmed up to him. In reality, he just wanted the orange-haired male to be quiet.

Once they stepped into Hoseok’s mansion, his butler, Seokjin, furrowed his eyebrows as to what was happening.

“Seokjin, please clean him up and tend to his wounds, get him a fresh pair of clothes and food to eat”, Hoseok ordered him, ‘I don’t think he’s eaten in a few days”

“Yes Mr. Jung”,Seokjin bowed before helping the hybrid to the bathroom.

Immediately, Hoseok called over Namjoon, an all-around hybrid doctor to come and inspect the poor feline.

“You found him where?”

“In an alleyway, next to a dumpster. He’s covered in cuts and bruises, I don’t know if he’s malnourished or how long he’s been out there but I brought him over to my house, Jin is cleaning him up.”

Namjoon deeply sighed, “I don’t understand humans these days. I’ll be over in 10 or so minutes, just be careful of any fractures or anything.”

Hoseok waited and waited, foot tapping lightly against the floor. 10 minutes sure felt like forever, neither Namjoon or the feline had come yet. Jesus, he didn’t even ask him for his name, he felt even more shitty. Eventually, the doorbell rung and Hoseok calmed down. he opened the door to see his friend since childhood. Namjoon was one of the people he could trust, he too hated the fact that he was brought up into a shitty wealthy family, didn’t so much care about money, just friends and helping others.

“So, where is he?”, Namjoon looked around

“To be frank, I don–”

“Mister Jung, I’ve prepped him up well, Shall I prepare the food?”

“Not yet, if he’s malnourished, then he’ll need something light. If not, then anything is fine”, Namjoon told the light pink haired man, Seokjin bowed and went to go retrieve the hybrid. Seokjin carefully brought him into the living room and sat him on a chair. He wore a black shirt with black sweatpants and some slippers, his hair was dried and fell onto his eyes loosely. “Poor thing”

Namjoon took a seat right in front of the hunched over feline, his ears flat on his head while his tail flicked agitatedly, Hoseok took a seat right next to him. “Is it okay if I ask you some questions?”

He nodded

“What’s your name?”

“Min Yoongi”

“Age?”

“23″

“Birthday?

“March 9th, 1993″

“How long has it been since you left your previous owners?”

“About 3 days”

“I’m guessing they rarely fed you, may I ask why?”

“They wanted to make sure I was in perfect shape, if they saw any ounce of baby fat, they wouldn’t feed me for 2 weeks. But since they still wanted me alive, they’d give me porridge or bread and water”

“And they used you for only sexual desires?”

“…yes”

“Why did they beat you?”

“I was too weak to even move and I guess I gained 1kg, they beat me because of that. They didn’t stop for at least an hour. The only way I escaped was because they didn’t get to lock the chains on me tight enough so my hand just slipped through”

The whole time Hoseok was hearing this, he felt enraged, he wanted to find the owners and give them a piece of his mind but he didn't want to cause even more trouble. Namjoon was writing down stuff on the clip board he had out in his hand.

“Can I examine you? I need a blood sample and things like that to make sure everything is fine.”

He nodded.

“Please lift your shirt up”, Yoongi sat still for a moment before standing up, reaching for the hem on his shirt to pull it up above his collarbones, the sight made Hoseok want to punch the wall. He didn’t really get to see Yoongi’s body considering that it was dark in the alleyway, Yoongi’s ribs were slightly showing whilst being decorated with black, blue, and purple bruises. He had some faint scars were slashed on his lower back, Hoseok knew that hybrids can heal themselves but seeing the state he was in, they were still irritated because of how weak he was. Namjoon told him to sit back down, he examined his legs next, if anything, they looked worse than his torso. It’s like they wanted to break his legs. He gently applied pressure to see if he felt fractures, but he also made sure to look at Yoongi’s reaction to them. He saw that he winced slightly to a certain area.

“From what I can see, you’re a Panther but besides from that, he has no fractures, he just has some bruises and scars that will eventually heal by itself in a few days. Now I just need a pulse check, some blood, and some other personal stuff.”

“Personal like?”, Yoongi raised his head for the first time yet, he had a cut on his lip and a bandage on his cheek.

“It’s a normal hybrid check. To check your urethra, sperm sample, and prostate. If you don’t want to do any of those now, we can do them at the clinic tomorrow. It’s up to you”, Namjoon reassured him

“I don’t like clinics”, Yoongi paused for a minute, “do you have the stuff?”

“I have everything prepared”, Namjoon smiled, Yoongi just nodded again.

As Namjoon put gloves on, sterilizing his inner elbow for the needle to draw blood right after. Hoseok walked over to Seokjin, “prepare him some thin soup, and light sandwiches, get him some water as well. While the soup is cooking, fix up the guest room for him”

“I’ll see right to it Mister Jung”

“Just call me Hoseok, we’ve known each other for awhile now”

“Yes, Hoseok”, Jin bowed before leaving to the kitchen

Hoseok sat back next to Namjoon, who had just finished drawing Yoongi’s blood, he rubbed his head a little, making Yoongi sigh contently. Namjoon went to the briefcase and pulled a needle filled with strange red liquid.

“What’s that?”, Hoseok and Yoongi asked in unison

“It’s an aphrodisiac called Dionysos. It’s developed for cat hybrids, it can last a few hours. It’s made to make them really sensitive whether you’re using it for sexual reasons or punishment. In this case, I’m only using it for the personal reasons.”, he explained while sterilizing Yoongi’s upper right shoulder, “the effect should happen within 30 seconds”. He was about to inject it but stopped to ask a question. “Yoongi, when was your last heat?”

“A few days before I was beaten”, he mumbled

“Oh, you’re next heat will probably be in 5 months then”, Yoongi nodded, Namjoon finally injected him with the Dionysos.

“What’s a heat?”, Hoseok questioned the doctor

“Basically all hybrids get it, depending on what hybrid they are depends on the months. Since he’s a rare type of hybrid, his come every 5 months. Heat is when basically all of their hormones decide to act up, making them really aroused. it’s usually satisfied through sexual intercourse but if hybrids don’t want to, there are supplements to make it go away.”

An “o” shaped formed Hoseok’s lips, but was quickly caught off-guard when he saw Yoongi begin to pant lightly and purr. His purr sounded so angelic. Namjoon lifted Yoongi’s hair away from his face and shined a light in front of his eyes before letting his hair back down.

“His pupils are dilated and he started to purr, meaning that it’s working. Yoongi, should I start the urethra check?”, Yoongi gripped the chair and started swaying his right leg before nodding. His tail started swaying itself and his ears were pointed.

“I should probably leave the room”, Hoseok got up and went up to his room, he felt as if he was about to explode out of embarrassment. He didn’t understand why he was feeling this way, he tried to shake the feeling by going on the computer and searching more about hybrids considering he didn't know a lot about them.

He always knew that hybrids were meant for only sexual activities because they have more stamina than human and go on for hours without stopping but he didn’t expect for the owners to be such jackasses. But then again, rich people were the only ones who could really afford them. Hoseok remembered when he was offered a hybrid at 15, he never understood why but he does remember the face on the poor creature. They looked so miserable, their eyes said it all. He never understood why people felt the need to capture them and use them for their sexual preferences. His dad was like that after his biological mother passed, he did marry someone else, who Hoseok despised, but its like he never payed attention to her. He just used the hybrids, but his step mother didn’t care much either. If money was involved, then that’s all she would care about, she was like every other stubborn rich person.

Hoseok rolled his eyes at the thoughts, returning to the research about hybrids. But all he could find so far was how to basically make them so sensitive for your sexual desires. Of course Hoseok wasn’t worrying about that, even if hybrids are part animal, they still are human. Luckily, he found something about how to treat them with care, it wasn’t anything different from an actual pet, which should’ve been obvious in the first place to Hoseok. 10 minutes passed and Seokjin knocked on the door.

“Come in”, Seokjin quietly stepped in, he always had his shirt that was buttoned down and tucked neatly in his black slacks, a long tail coat, and white gloves with polished black shoes.

“Hoseok, Dr. Kim is about to head out, should I let him out or would you like to?”

“I’ll do it. Is Yoongi’s room prepped?”

“Yes, he’s also eating right now. He’s very malnourished so we have to be very careful with the food that we give him, Dr. Kim will tell you the rest”

“Thanks you for all your help Seokjin. You may take your leave until I see you Monday”

‘‘Thank you Mister Jung”, Seokjin bowed before closing the door behind him

“I told him to call me Hoseok”, Hoseok shook his head, he got off his bed and jogged his way downstairs, he saw his friend packing up all his supplies in his briefcase, “anything I should know?”

“His urethra is unblocked so he’s healthy from what I can see so far. He’s very sensitive when you play with him, like his nipples for example, the slightest touch makes him purr but that could just be the aphrodisiac in his system. He’s very malnourished so be careful when giving him food, you have to give him little bits at at time, nothing to heavy. His pulse rate is normal so don’t worry about that. The aphrodisiac is his system will wear off in about 4-5 hours, just give it time”, he listed, the new information filled Hoseok’s head, “that’s basically it. I have to check his sperm and blood tests back at the clinic to see if there’s anything wrong with him. It will takes a day or 2 so I’ll inform you when the time comes”, Namjoon finished packing up his briefcase and let out a light sigh, “and if you would like anymore of the aphrodisiac, just contact me”

“I don’t think I would need it right now but thanks”, Hoseok awkwardly chuckled, fumbling his fingers as he walked to the door to lead his friend out, exchanging goodbyes.

It took Seokjin 5 minutes after to start to head home himself, giving Hoseok a small smile before stepping out. The house was quiet, it was already quiet before but it’s just…silent. He walked over to the dining room to Yoongi busy eating his soup and light sandwiches that Jin had made him. The orange-haired man took a seat across from him, staring at him. Yoongi didn’t seem bothered at first but then he noticed that he was still staring at him after a minute has passed. his ears flattened and tail flicked agitatedly.

Yoongi looked up at his thought his hair in front of his eyes,”what?”

“Is the soup and sandwiches good?”

“Yes, is that why you came over here?

“No, I just wanted to check on you”, Hoseok smiled, suddenly he let his hand touch his Yoongi’s neck, making him stiffen, “warm”, he said before removing it.

“Cause of that damn needle with the red stuff, it’s making me feel all weird”

“It’ll be over in 4-5 hours, you’ll be alright”

Yoongi just nodded, continuing to eat his soup and sandwiches.

However, there was this burning question in him that was desired to be answered. Yoongi stopped eating and looked up at Hoseok through his hair, he saw that Hoseok was staring right back at him.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you save me? Why do you care? What’s your intention?”

Hoseok became agitated by his questions but answered away with a smile on his face. “If I left you to die next to a dumpster, then i’d hate myself more than i do now. I wasn’t going to leave you there and be another one of those ‘rich people’ that you despise so much. If anything, I’m not like that, i’ve never even had a hybrid before. I’m sorry as to what your owners did to you but I’m not anything like that. It’s just that when I saw you, I saw how vulnerable and weak and miserable you looked and it reflected the same way I am. My only intention was to help you, you can leave at anytime that you wanted to. But can I ask why they beat you?“

Yoongi rolled his eyes before speaking, "they wanted a hybrid that would satisfy their needs so that hybrid needed to fit their needs. Meaning that I needed to be petite enough for them so that I seemed vulnerable enough under them. They would make sure I ate very little to maintain my figure but when they did give me food, it would be a small bowl of porridge with bread. If I did everything right that pleased them, then I’d get cinnamon in my porridge. But if it looked like I gained any type of weight or baby fat, they would beat me and chain me to my cell with nothing to eat for 2-3 weeks. But 3 days ago when they asked me to…you know…I wasn’t able to because of the state I was in. I couldn’t even walk for fuck’s sake. They thought I wasn’t listening to them so they beat me for disobeying them and not listening to their rules. They made the body guards throw me back in the cell and chain me up again. I only escaped because I guess the body guards didn’t chain me up well enough.”

“So when they arent able to use you, who do they go to?”

"They use my best friend Jimin, a Jaguar hybrid. He does everything they say because he was trained before in another area. But he’s going through the same thing I am, probably not as bad but still bad. They probably think he helped me escape, I should’ve thought this through. This was all a waste of time, you do realize that right?”

“How?”, Hoseok furrowed his eyebrows at the Raven headed hybrid.

“My owners probably sent people out to look for me. What you did was a waste of time, when they do find me, they’re going to bring me back to my owners and either kill me or beat me more, maybe even worse. But that’s not if i beat them to it. I wouldn’t be surprised with any outcome. You should’ve just left me to die, I was close to dying anyway” He heard Hoseok laugh and looked up at him, confused as to why he was acting like this.

“Yoongi, did you question as to why I made Namjoon do all those checks on you?”

“I did but I brushed it off”

“Well, to make this long story short, I’m planning on buying you from your owners”, he finally saw Yoongi’s eyes when his hair moved out of the way. His eyes were sunken and dark, it made Hoseok sad again, “And now since you mentioned your friend Jimin, I might as well get him too, what do you think? Too fast?”

“And how am I to trust you? I barely even know you and your telling me that you’re going to b-“

“Did I harm you in any way, shape, or form?”

No but t-“

“Did I give you food? A bed? Made a doctor come check if you’re okay?”

“Yes…”, Yoongi deeply sighed

“Then I don’t see what the problem is”

“The problem is that I don’t know whether to trust you or not. Last time I trusted someone, I got severely abused”

“You’ll see how life will be in a few days, even if I’m buying you, you’ll be living life as free as you wanted it to be from the start. I won’t stop you from the freedom that you wanted. I just want to take you away from them”

“….Fine…I’ll accept it…your offer”

“Really?!”, Hoseok felt the weight on his shoulders fall off, he was happy dancing in his mind but stayed calm outside.

“Yes, but they might plan on killing you after they accept your money. Last time that happened to someone who tried to by me.”

“Oh don’t worry about that. I just need the name of your owners. I’ll take care of the rest to make sure I’m not dead”, Hoseok winked at the feline, he got up from the table and took the empty bowl from Yoongi and went to the kitchen to put it in the sink. When he returned, he saw Yoongi trying to walk away from the table but limping with every step he took. Hoseok rushed and helped him by placing Yoongi’s arm around his neck.

“You’re too nice, I can do it by myself.”, Yoongi scowled at him, Hoseok just brushed it off and helped him to the guest room. He placed Yoongi on the bed, slowly, and took off his slippers.

“Get some rest now”, Hoseok spoke sweetly to him before walking over to the door, shutting off the light. Once Hoseok left the room, he quickly went to his room to retrieve his telephone, he dialed a number fast and impatiently waited for the other side of the line to pick up

“Hello”, the other voice spoke, that signature deep voice

“Hey Taehyung, I have a request for you, I need you to come with me somewhere to a hybrid’s owner’s house”

“And who will I be killing Mr. Jung?”

“I’ll tell you when you come and if it’s necessary. It’s only necessary if they try to kill me or if their people try to”

“Understood, but if nothing happened?”

“If nothing happens, you will still get payed”

“Understood, have a nice night Mister Jung”

“You too Taehyung”, he sent a farewell before he ended the call. If anything, he hopes nothing gets to hectic.

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“Jungkook, you have a big job to do today”, Hoseok clapped his hands whilst walking down the stairs, he seemed to be in such a good mood.

“And what will that be Hoseok?”, the body guard bowed by the door, “you had called me on my day off so I feel that it will be very important”

“I’m going to be off on a very important errand which could lead to something dangerous”

“Shouldn't I go then?”, the deep brown haired male looked worried

“I have Taehyung with me just in case, it’s way too dangerous and plus, It’s for a hybrid thing.”

“Understood, what’s my job?”

‘I need you to protect Yoongi, he’s in the guest room on this floor. He’s a Panther hybrid and from what I’ve seen, he’s very anti-social. I’m consulting with his owners today to take in him and his friend Jimin who’s a jaguar hybrid.”

“I’ll make sure to take good care of him. But if I may ask, why would you need Taehyung if you’re buying 2 hybrids off of the owners?”

“I was told that these owners of his are scammers, if someone wants to buy them, they set a price. when they are given that amount of money, they set out their assassins or body guards to kill the people who wanted to buy them and keep their money. If this does happen, Taehyung will take care of it. Not that big of a deal.”

“I mean, it’s a big deal considering you need your personal assassin”

“It’s fine, I’ll be okay. If you excuse me, I need to check on Yoongi to make sure he’s okay. you know how to cook right?”

“A little”

“Well, in case you aren't capable. There’s some soup in the fridge, heat it up for him and give him light sandwiches and water. Namjoon said he’s very malnourished.”

“I understand”, Jungkook bowed again before putting his stuff on the coat rack next to him.

Hoseok walked off to the guest room that Yoongi was sleeping in only to see him sitting up, staring at the wall in front of him, “hey Yoongi”

Yoongi turned his head to look at him, his hair still in the way of his eyes, “hi”

“I don’t understand how you can see me through that hair in your eyes”, Hoseok huffed, he walked over to the dresser next to Yoongi and retrieved a hair band. He gestured Yoongi to lean his head down, which he complied to, putting it on his head so that it pushed his hair back, it revealed his forehead but what caught his eyes were his dark brown eyes,”better”. Yoongi looked at him and started moving his thighs together, his tail whipped behind him which made Hoseok raise an eyebrow, “is everything okay? Did the aphrodisiac wear off?”

“Mhm, it just hurts”, Yoongi winced at the pain he was feeling.

“What? Where is it? Is it the headband? I’m sorry”, Hoseok was too oblivious to realize.

“It’s not the headband”

“Is it your bruises? Should I call Namjoon?”

“It’s not the bruises either”

“Then what is it? Is it inside? Am I not feeding you enough? I knew I should’ve given you a second bowl”, Hoseok pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling like he was growing a headache until he saw the shuffling underneath the sheets again, he suddenly became curious. “Can I take a look? Maybe you found a fracture”

Yoongi only nodded, looking away, Hoseok slowly pulled the blanket off of the hybrid’s legs to only reveal his hard on pressed against the sweatpants he was wearing. Hoseok was left wide eyed as he put it back over him and stood up from the bed, ‘wow, I am so sorry- this is- um, wow. Well, I don’t k-know what to do so I’m going to call Namjoon. Just um…s-stay there”

Hoseok left the room faster than you could blink, he was too flustered at the moment. He couldn’t leave Yoongi hurting and Taehyung had to come any minute now. He tripped up the stairs to his room and grabbed the phone. His fingers fumbled as he dialed Namjoon’s number.

“Hello, how may I he-”

“Yoongi is hurting”

“How? He has no fractures, is his bruises getting worse, are you feeding him?”

“Not that type of hurting, I know for a fact that the aphrodisiac wore off but like”, Hoseok took a deep breath, “he’s erect”, Hoseok whispered, “what the hell do I do?”

“Well, considering that hybrids are used for sexual desires, they also receive some kind of pleasure from it. Since he hasn’t been used for the past 3 days, he becomes needy and needs to be milked”

“Milked?! He has udders?!”

“No you moron, do your research next time. Him needing to be milked means that you need to get him off until he is tired. Another way to do this is giving him a sex toy to help him if you can’t”

“I don’t have any sex toys” “Then I advise you help him, make sure he isn’t wearing anything that’s restricting him. Underwear is fine because it’s breathable but anything like pants can start to hurt him. before you ask, no this doesn’t happen all the time, it only happens when a hybrid has sex and isn’t touched a few days after. But that doesn’t mean that they don’t need to get milked from time to time. They need it once every 2 months. If his heat wasn’t tamed then it’s once every 2 weeks for a month. this is why I recommend a sex toy to be given to them.”

“But I need to go somewhere in a few minutes”

“I advise you do it now then, I have another call. Talk to you later about the analysis” “Wait, Namjoon-”, the line disconnected and Hoseok let out a deep breath. He inhaled sharply before putting the phone back and heading back down to Yoongi’s room. The sight before him made him lose his thoughts, Yoongi was slowly grinding up against the silk pillow underneath him, he was pawing what was visible and purring softly. When he was Hoseok by the door, he didn’t stop, instead he bit his bottom lip. “Um N-Namjoon said I have take off your pants. Not like that but- you know. He didn’t really specifically say me but–anyway. I’m just going to do it”

Hoseok walked up to the Panther and laid him down softly on the bed, his hands swiftly trailed down to the hem on the feline’s sweatpants. He was hesitant to do it, his fingers just stayed hooked around it. He’s acting like this was his first time, he had sex before but he doesn’t know why he was feeling so weird.

“Can you continue please?”, Yoongi shyly asked, “it hurts and I kinda want this done with”

“Yeah..yeah sorry”, he tugged the pants off of him and dropped it off the floor, he saw a clear outline of the feline’s hard on, pre-cum stained through his underwear. Again, he froze for second but came back to reality after he saw Yoongi move. Hoseok stood up and walked by the door, “I’m sorry, I can’t do this. I have to meet your owners now. If you don’t mind, can I make my body guard do it. I assigned him to take care of you until I had come back from your owners. I promise to help you out next time. Is that okay?”

“Yes, anything that will make it go away”, he sat up on the bed, grabbing the pillow he was grinding on earlier and bringing it closer to him.

“Great”, he wiped his sweaty hands on the sides of his pants, “I’ll go get him”

Hoseok felt as if he was going to die from cardiac arrest if he didn’t leave that room. “Hoseok, Taehyung is here”, Jungkook announced, Taehyung stood by the door with an expressionless face, his hair is dyed blonde now rather than last time. It fit him.

“Oh thank god”, he huffed, putting his jacket on that was on the table, “Jungkook, I added something to your assignment”

“And what will that be?”

“I need you to milk him, doctor’s orders”

“Um…okay?”, Jungkook was in for an adventure.

Hoseok and Taehyung walked outside to the car, “what’s the name and address of the owners?”, Taehyung asked as he hopped in the driver’s seat, Hoseok taking the passenger”

“They’re known as the Yoon’s, Yoon Dong and Yoon Moon-soo, they’re brothers. They came from a noble family but became rich through their step-father. Apparently, he’s owns the biggest chocolate factory, sad really. Here’s their address”, after Hoseok handed Taehyung the address, Taehyung had driven off. The car ride was so quiet considering that Taehyung barely talked.

Hoseok had known Taehyung during his early teen years, he was thirteen and Tae was ten. Taehyung had broken into Hoseok’s house whilst his family was sleeping. Luckily, Hoseok was up because he couldn’t really go to sleep, when he heard the noise, Hoseok immediately reacted by grabbing a bat. He saw that someone was in his living room, he was about to knock Taehyung aside the head but the young boy at the time place a gun right in-between his eyes. He was brought up to be a child assassin, a group of people found him in some den when he was a baby and raised him to become a criminal. Eventually, Taehyung spared him and left his house only to see each other two years later in the same situation. They made a truce and became friends afterwards. Taehyung somewhat stopped his assassinations but only works under Hoseok’s orders, only if Hoseok needs him.

“So, did you get a girlfriend? Boyfriend? Anyone?”

“No”. Taehyung said bluntly

“How come you always seem so down? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Serious?”

“Very.”

“You’re no fun, you never keep up a conversation. Crack some jokes”

“No”

“Fine, what do you do these days? Anything for fun”

“I work and sleep until I get a call from you which is like, once in a blue moon. and things for fun? I sleep”

“Jesus, that’s depressing”

“How? It’s fun”

“Come with me, you live by yourself, don’t you want company?”

“No, you have too many people in your house, plus a hybrid. I’m not all about big crowds.”

“Hey, Jungkook and Jin only come for 5 days a week. Jungkook only had to come today to make sure Yoongi had all his stuff sorted out. He’s very malnourished”

“Still, no thanks”

“Come on”, Hoseok whined, “just think about it at least”

“I don’t wan-”

“I’ll pay you extra”

“So I’m going to be there tomorrow”

“Wow, all I needed to do was add more money. This isn’t friendship Taehyung. This is bribery”

“I was just joking”, which made Hoseok’s eyes light up, both because he was joking for the first time and because he had hope, “doesn’t mean I’m actually moving in tomorrow”, the smile on Hoseok’s face fell. “I’ll think about it”

The car ride took 20 minutes to reach the house of the owners, Hoseok made Taehyung get on with his assassination routine as Hoseok walk up to the brothers’ door. He took a deep breath in before knocking on the door. An old butler opened the door, he looked stingy himself but gave good attitude for someone who looks like he hates his life

“Good evening sir, how may I assist you?”, he looked about 60-70, he should be in a retirement home, not a butler

“Good evening, I’m here to have a talk with both of the Yoon brothers”, the old man raised his gray sharp eyebrow up with a concerned look,”oh sorry, my name is Jung Hoseok. I’m sure you’ve heard ‘J&M corporations” before, you look wise”

“Well, Mister Jung, they are not here at the moment-”

“Yes they are, I know they are. Let me in, no one would just leave the butler home.”, the old man scoffed and opened the door so that Hoseok could walk in, he gave the butler a small smile as he did.

“They are in the living room to the right of you, you should see the opening”

Hoseok walked down the hallway, he saw candles lit in the living room as he walked closer and closer to it. Suddenly he heard small mewls as he approached it. He pushed the purple see-though linen curtains, there was one of the brothers on a chair that looked like a throne whilst the other brother was standing infront of something, someone. Suddenly he remembered…

“Hyong-kim I remember telling you t- who are you?”, the brother on the chair looked up from his phone and at Hoseok, looking cautious

“Who is it Dong?”, the other brother grunted, who Hoseok was guessing was Moon

“I mean no harm, I just want to chat”, Hoseok put his arms up in defense before putting them back down, “all I have is 2 requests, the faster we get them down, the faster no trouble will be started”, Hoseok grabbed a chair and placed it right in front of the curtain so that he was in the middle. Moon moved back away from the person and zipped his pants up, it was a hybrid. He dropped on his palms and panted, chains around his wrists and naked, gray hair messed up and just wrecked, it made Hoseok’s blood boil. He understands the purpose of hybrids but he doesn’t understand why they are treated like shit, they’re living beings too. The hybrid locked eyes with Hoseok for a split second before moving to a corner in the room.

“What do you want to ‘chat’ about?”, Moon spat out

“Well, I found something that belonged to you, the both of you actually. Right now, it-sorry, he, is getting very well treated at my house right now. He’s very malnourished and skinny, bruised and traumatized, just how you would like him right?”, Hoseok looked at both of the brothers, who furrowed their eyebrows, their eyes angry, “there you go, you know exactly who I’m talking about.”

“Well sir, I don't appreciate how you have come to our house unannounced, claiming that we beat our precious Yoongi-”, Dong started but Hoseok quickly shut him up, from the side of his eye, he saw the hybrid shoot his eyes up at Hoseok

“Don’t play fucking dumb with me you ignorant scum, I already know that the poor hybrid over there is Jimin. Yoongi told me everything about you two, and Jimin”, Hoseok looked at the feline, “he’s sorry for leaving you but don’t worry, you’ll see him again”

“Damn right he’ll see him again because you’re bringing him straight to us-”

“No I’m not, so sit down and shut up”, Hoseok snapped at him, “I’ve come to make 2 deals”

“Jimin, come over here”, Moon called out, Jimin winced and started to crawl slowly, he was in so much pain, “hurry!”

“Maybe if you give him time to reach to you, he would be there by now but since you beat him and barely feed him, he’s doing the best he can so wait”, Moon rolled his eyes waited impatiently for Jimin to come over to him. He placed his hand on his head and started petting him. Jimin looked down at the ground at his hands.

“Well go on” Dong hurried Hoseok

“First deal, I want to buy both Yoongi and Jimin off of you two”, Hoseok leaned back in the chair, “name your price and I’ll pay it”

“As if you could afford both of them, you might as well run along home”, Dong-geun laughed

“You want these wretched hybrids”, Moon grabbed Jimin by the hair and pulled him closer to him, “these good for nothing sluts”, he threw Jimin on the floor, Hoseok tried to maintain his cool but he was about to signal Taehyung to kill them both, “I should be calling the cops right now”

Hoseok just smiled, then he started laughing, “you guys are jokes you know that? You can’t even compete with me. Your father owns a chocolate factory for god’s sake”, Hoseok almost fell out his chair until his smile wiped off his face, “My father owns ‘J&M corporations’, my step-mother owns restaurants you’ve never even been to, my uncle on my father’s side owns many police stations and my aunt on my step-mothers side owns hybrid-protection centers. If none of these rung a bell yet, I’m the son of the most wealthiest man in this country. I can buy this house, demolish it, and write you up for abusing a hybrid. Hell, I make your father’s little company look like the little bread you give these poor creatures. So I advise you hand these hybrids over. Like I said, not looking to start trouble”

“Moon….it’s true, I just searched it up. His name is Jung Hoseok”, Dong looked at his brother with wide eyes and a jaw drop, Moon looked frustrated as if he wanted to scream

“In the flesh”, Hoseok smiled, “now how much? $50 million? $30 billion? How about $30 billion? I know that this might seem like so much to you but this is like $15″, the two brothers looked speechless, flabbergasted at most. All rich people do is care about money

“Deal, take him”, Dong stood up, “we can always buy new on-

“That’s the other side of the deal. I don’t want you two to ever purchase anymore hybrids ever again. Go on and get actual people. If you do, I’ll throw in an extra $10 million”, Hoseok offered, “and just to make sure you don’t go back on your words, I contacted my aunt to tell every hybrid shelter to keep you out. Whether overseas or here so either way, you’re practically getting that $10 million for free”, He took an ‘Owner-retirement contract’ that Namjoon had given him the day he came to check on Yoongi, “now if you don’t mind, I’d like you to sign where you see the ‘x’

The brothers shut up and snatched the paper out of Hoseok’s hand, getting a pen from the table, Hoseok walked over to Jimin and placed his coat over the cautious creature, “it’s okay, I don’t bite”, Hoseok turned to the youngest brother, Moon, “key please”

He tossed Hoseok the key to unlock the shackles off of the leopard hybrid, he generously pet him and helped him walk towards the curtain, Dong handed Hoseok back the paper, “when will we get our money?”

“Two days from now, my butler will drop it off”, Hoseok started heading out for the door until something started to tingle in his body, “oh and I heard that last time someone tried to buy your hybrids, your people killed the person so if you try that, I had brought my assassin with me and to prove it”, Hoseok stomped his foot on the ground twice when suddenly a shot went through their window and hit the floor, making the brothers and Jimin jump, “that was just the warning sign, so unless you two don’t want to end up dead, I advise you stop while you are at it”

Hoseok walked out of the living room and down the hall with Jimin who was trying his best to walk, instead of letting him walk, he got on one knee and let Jimin get on his back, feeling Jimin’s dick on his back but that wasn’t the point. The butler looked bewildered as he looked at Hoseok carrying the hybrid on his back. Carefully, he walked to the car and sat in the backseat with Jimin, Taehyung was right behind him and entered the drivers seat. Quickly, Taehyung drove off and made the way back to Hoseok’s house.

“Taehyung, I’m going to need you to follow Jin monday to drop off the money to give to them, just in case”

“Understood”, Taehyung nodded

Hoseok turned to the scared hybrid next to him, “hey, hey, it’s okay, I promise I won’t hurt you. You’ll be reunited with Yoongi soon, I heard you two are best friends”

Jimin nodded, he held onto Hoseok’s jacket like his life depended on it.

“You can rest now, when you wake up, you’ll be experiencing freedom once we arrive at my house.”, he petted the feline once more, the feline nodded again and curled up on the backseat.

Hoseok felt so giddy and happy, he’s actually doing something with his life, he feels like a new chapter has opened in his life after feeling so useless. He honestly couldn’t wait until he had gotten home though, even thought the day had just started, he was so tired.

30 minutes flew by fast and Taehyung had dropped Hoseok and Jimin off at the house, Taehyung made sure everything was okay before driving off back to his home. Kicking the door woke up Jimin ,who was on his back again. The door quickly opened and the sight of Jungkook made him want to burst out laughing. His hair was a mess, sleeves rolled up and he looked drained.

“Oh thank god you’re here, he wouldn’t stop for a damn hour. It just kept coming out and I thought it would never end but it did 10 minutes ago. Right now, he’s eating the soup you told me to warm up in the dining room.”, Jungkook spoke fast, “I’ll be heading home now, I need to shower for like 2 hours, my arms are so god damn sore”, he walked past Hoseok, “I’ll see you Monday”, he mumbled as he went to his car.

Hoseok chuckled and walked in, kicking the door behind him closed. He walked to the dining room and saw Yoongi’s back to him, “hey Yoongi, guess who I brought?”

Yoongi turned around and basically flipped over the table with how fast he got up, “Jimin”.

Hoseok placed him in the chair across from Yoongi, “I have to call Namjoon for another check up and to take the papers, you both are officially mine except more free”, Hoseok reassured them, what he didn’t expect was Yoongi to come up to him and hug him, it shocked Hoseok but he calmly wrapped his arms around Yoongi, petting him, as much as Hoseok wanted to continue hugging him, he really had to make that call so he broke the hug. “Please give him soup for the meanwhile”, Yoongi nodded and went straight to Jimin.

He went upstairs to retrieve his phone and dialed Namjoon’s job’s phone number

“Hello, this is Dr. Kim, how may I–”

“Namjoon, get your ass over here, I got permission from both of the owners and I need you to run another test on another hybrid, he’s Yoongi’s best friend and I bought him too. So get your ass out that seat of yours.”

“I’ll be over in 20 minutes, is he eating anything?”

“Let me check”, Hoseok went down the stairs to check on the two felines, Yoongi sat on the table in front of Jimin with the bowl in his hand, he was feeding Jimin himself.

Jesus, why did they have to be so cute?

“Yes, Yoongi is feeding him right now. Just come now!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming, calm down!”

“So far he’s alright, he’s not as malnourished as Yoongi but be careful either way. He can eat things like sausages and eggs, but don’t just give him things like heavy meat or something that takes a while to digest. After today, you can start giving Yoongi some sausages and eggs, just take time. Give it a week or so and then build up”, Namjoon informed Hoseok while packing up his briefcase, “oh and he’s going to have to milked as well in 2-3 days. Panthers and Jaguars are in the the same family tree so they both get their heat around the same time and I’m guessing he wasn’t used well considering how he acted with the aphrodisiac, get the both of them sex toys”

“Yeah…I’m going to have to, huh?”, Hoseok rubbed the back of his neck, Namjoon just nodded before walking towards the door.

“The tests for Yoongi is going to come in 2 days, I just have to run the analysis for Jimin now”, Namjoon raised his hand, “see you” and left the house, Hoseok walked to lock the door. When he turned around, he saw Jimin rubbing against Yoongi and purred, Hoseok’s heart warmed up at the side.

“Jimin, are you able to take a shower or do you need me to help you?”, Hoseok walked up to the two felines, they looked so small

“I think I’m able to do it, thank you”, he sat up on the couch and purred, still having the aphrodisiac in his system, “can you just tell me where it is?”

“It’s down the hall by the staircase, first door on the left”, Jimin sweetly nodded and stood up, the jacket falling off of him, showing his naked body. Hoseok got flustered again and looked away until he felt someone’s arms wrapped around his torso…and something on his thigh, “thank you Mister Jung”

“P-Please just call me Hoseok”, he patted Jimin’s back before the silver haired Jaguar walked to the bathroom, “he’s very adorable”, Hoseok tried to make light conversation, Yoongi wasn't laughing so he just changed the subject, “can I ask a serious question?”

“Go ahead”, Yoongi stretched his arms out and yawned, slouching right back on the couch

“What is your and Jimin’s sexual preference? Cause I need to get you guys sex toys and all in case you need to like, milk yourself when I’m not here”, Hoseok awkwardly asked, didn’t feel any better when Yoongi tilted his head,”I’m only asking because Namjoon said that I have to get you guys some, n-not to seem weird or anything”, he reassured Yoongi

“Hybrids were made for any sexual preference so anything works unless it gets the job done, where it’s male or female, whether we have to cross dress or bondage up. But when we are on our heat, then that’s a different story”

“B-Bondage? Cross-”

“Yes”

“And what do you mean it’s different for heat?”

“Well, to shorten it, I need to have actual sex and ejaculate whether it’s inside or out”, Yoongi spoke straightforward as if this wasn’t a big deal

This was a very big deal.

Hoseok wasn’t just going to get some random person to have sex with the hybrids but he wasn’t sure if he could do it himself, it made his head hurt. It shouldn’t be considering that Hoseok prefers both genders but he wouldn’t just do it without feeling some sort of connection…

“I never knew that it was going to be this wild as a hybrid owner but it’s my job to take care of you two so…I’ll help”

“It’s not like you really had a choice, if you didn’t treat our heat, then we would die”

“what?”

“I’m just kidding”, Yoongi laughed, that’s the first time Hoseok actually seen him smile, he had such a perfect gummy smile, Hoseok would do anything to see that smile everyday, “no but thanks for getting Jimin here safely…and for Jungkook’s help”

“Yeah, you made his arms really sore”

“We have really high stamina”, Yoongi informed him, “you should do your research”

“I will”, Hoseok crossed his arms, “I’m gonna go check on Jimin, to make sure he’s okay. After him, make sure to wash up. I’ll bring you two some clothes”, Hoseok gave Yoongi an ‘okay?’ look, which Yoongi replied with a nod. He walked out of the living room and down the hall to the bathroom. He heard the shower running and was relieved that he knew how to work the shower. It’s when he heard Jimin release a pained sound that got him worried. Hoseok walked in the bathroom concerned, “are you- oh my, I’m sorry”. He should’ve realized that he was going to be naked in the first place.

“Can you help me? I didn’t know I’d actually need it, that needle really messed me up”, Jimin’s face was flushed pink, he was on the bathroom floor with his legs in the ‘W’ position. Hoseok scanned his body, the more he looked down, the more he felt something in him shift. Jimin’s tail wrapped around his leg and his ears were pointed on his head, he honestly looked too cute. He mentally slapped and cursed himself back to reality.

“How did this happen? Are you that sensitive?”, Hoseok rushed over to help Jimin, he carefully sat him in the bathtub and ran the water, putting lavender scented epsom salt body wash so bubbles could form and so that he can relax.

“Yes, that red thing is making me feel weird, and it’s also because…of them..due to the beating and..yeah”

“I understand, it’s okay now, you’re safe now”, Hoseok reassured him, “do you need me to wash you or do you feel more comfortable if Yoongi does it?”

“It doesn’t really matter”, Jimin shrugged

“Right”, Hoseok clapped his hands, “right..”

Hoseok grabbed a loofah from the bathroom closet and waited until the bath water came up more before continuing. After 2 minutes had passed, Hoseok lathered the loofah in the soapy water and carefully ran it over Jimin’s collarbone and chest. He coherently sighed at the touch, slightly purring. Hoseok took Jimin’s right arm and started to clean it, he noticed a faint bruise by his shoulder and just shook his head. He should’ve killed them. He did the same to Jimin’s left arm and found what seemed like fingerprint bruises wrapped around his forearm.

“Why did they do this to you?”, Hoseok was infuriated, something in him told him to go back to that house and kill them, with his own two hands.

“They thought I helped Yoongi escape so they beat me, and then proceeded to have sex with me right after. Mister Dong gripped my arms so that I wouldn’t fight back while Mister Moo gripped my waist and...went at it, saying that I wasn’t worthy and called me a slut. It’s not my fault that I was made for these purposes…”, Jimin spoke softly while looking at the bubbles in front of him, there was so much sadness in his eyes

“I’m sorry that you had to suffer through this, no hybrid deserves this”, Hoseok comforted him, he silently continued to wash Jimin down to his stomach but stopped his movements.

“Are you a virgin Mister Jung?”, the question baffled Hoseok

“Call me Hoseok and no, I’m not”, he furrowed his eyebrows

“Then why won’t you touch me?”, he asked innocently

“Because I want to make you are comfortable around me and plus, after what you told me, it doesn’t feel right to”

Jimin nodded and took the loofah from Hoseok hand, putting it under the water. He moaned softly at the touch, Hoseok knew it wasn’t intentional, the aphrodisiac would wear off in the next 4-5 hours so he just pet him until Jimin made sure he was clean. Hoseok proceeded to wash his back, hair and legs before helping him out the bathtub, grabbing the nearest towel and wrapping it around Jimin. He grabbed a smaller one and dried what he could from his hair.

“Stay here, I have to fetch you some clothes”, Hoseok left the bathroom and went upstairs to him room, grabbing a fresh new pair of underwear, white shirt and gray sweatpants with some slippers, “I need buy them some actual clothes”. He jogged back down the stairs and saw Yoongi just sitting down on the living room floor, his tail was thrashing around and his ears were pointed back. Something was wrong. Hoseok quickly went into the bathroom and gave Jimin the clothes, taking the wet towels and putting them in the laundry basket before giving Jimin some privacy. He went to see what was wrong with Yoongi, “are you okay?”

Yoongi shook his head no and Hoseok sat on the floor with him, “I made him get hurt”

“..How much did you hear?”, Hoseok asked in a low voice, audible for both of them to hear.

“Everything up to the virgin question. He got beat and practically raped because of me. Yet he was still so happy to see me, with a big smile on his face. You know what he said to me? He said ‘I missed you, thank you for being alive’. I was so happy to see him yet I can’t help but feel like complete and utter shit, he took the blame for something I completely did on my own. He should hate me right now, I should’ve taken his beating, he didn’t deserve it”, Yoongi looked up at Hoseok right in his eyes, tears threatened to fall out.

Hoseok didn’t know how to react, he didn’t like seeing people cry. His instinct made him bring Yoongi in for a hug, a heartfelt one. That’s when the tears actually fell out, he rubbed his back and ran his fingers through his hair, helping him calm down.

“What happened to Yoongi?”, Hoseok’s turned his head around to see Jimin look confused, the clothes on his were a size big on him and his hair was damp.

“Um..he’s..uh..”

“Nothing Jimin, I’m just really happy you’re here”, Yoongi wiped his tears and broke the hug from Hoseok, getting up from the floor to go hug Jimin, Hoseok heard Yoongi muffle an ‘I’m sorry’ into Jimin’s shoulder. The Jaguar hybrid just smiled and rubbed his back.

“It’s okay…”

They both decided to go to take a nap in the guest room, leaving Hoseok by himself on the living room floor. He smiled to himself and got up from the floor. He checked the time, it was 2:45pm. Hoseok had a busy few weeks ahead of him before he can stop worrying.

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