#sugasheart | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

bangtanstanst · 5 years ago

Text

Sweet Dreams (m)

When you wake up sleepy, desperate, needy, all you need to do is scratch an itch – and since Hoseok is fast asleep, you decide to take matters into your own hands. But, of course, that plan quickly backfires, and you can only hope he won’t be too mad at you for accidentally waking him up.

≽ pairing: hoseok x reader ≽ genre: smut, established relationship, fluffy ending, did I mention: absolute filth I’m actually going to hell ≽ warnings: pwp, female masturbation, dom/sub themes, daddy kink, fingering, dirty talk, hoseok is a mean dom, slut shaming?, edging/orgasm denial, full-on begging, hints of (attempted) choking/breath play, also flashes of spanking & rope play, some sleepy aftercare I TOLD YOU THIS WAS FILTHY ≽ word count: 4k

a/n: hello friends!! I hope you’re all doing well :)) So........................ I’ve had this fic sitting in my wips folder for like two months now and I finally decided to post it – my very first Smut™!! It’s a doozy guys jfdklsjfslfjl anyhoot, I hope you enjoy it, I’m actually really excited to share it with you guys!! I also really want to thank my amazing friends mars @dimplemono and yiruma @jinitude for their incredible support, feedback, and encouragement, I’m pretty sure this fic would’ve never seen the light of day without them♥

›› tag list: @dimplemono @sugasheart @jinitude @flora-jimin @jungkook-me-down @jinie @sebastianshoe @woahrachel @zau4 @rageyoudamnednerd @pia-love-hobi @meliyahlang @parkminhobi ‹‹

masterlist

As soon as your eyes flutter open, you feel it.

It’s still dark out and it must be way past midnight because you feel tired and sleepy as hell, but it’s undeniably there – a vague but burning sense of desire right between your thighs. You don’t know where it came from and why it’s rearing its head now, of all times, but one thing you’re sure of is that you’re fucking frustrated.

You turn your head to look at Hoseok. He’s fast asleep, wavy hair messily sweeping over his forehead, eyelashes brushing his cheeks – he’s clearly not gonna be of any help.

The room around you is completely dark, the curtains blocking any moonlight that might be able to come in and keeping you from seeing much of your surroundings. The usually white walls and ceiling seem grey, and you can only make out the contours of the round lamp hanging above you. Your bra hangs over a chair in the corner, draped over a button-up Hoseok wore to work today. On the seat, you see the vibrator he used on you mere hours ago – a spark of heat ignites in your abdomen, your heart skips a beat. The bed is warm and comforting, and you could easily fall back asleep if it weren’t for that goddamn ache between your thighs – there’s only one thing you can do to help resolve that.

You quickly close your eyes again and roll over to lie on your back, the warm duvet rustling as you move. Letting out a slow breath, you settle further underneath the covers, shoving your hand down your fluffy pyjama pants, not bothering to take them off as you start rubbing your already sensitive clit.

The wetness clinging to the fabric of your panties grazes against the backs of your fingers but you don’t care, too focused on the growing fire deep in your abdomen, having to bite your lip in an attempt to stay quiet. Heavy breaths are still escaping your nose, but you’re much too busy with other things, feeling like you’re floating further and further away as your orgasm keeps building and building up to the inevitable crashing point –

That is, until you feel something brush your arm, and you notice Hoseok stirs beside you.

You slow down without ever coming to a stop, glancing aside to see him squinting at you, a deep frown on his forehead. The pleasure ebbs out of you quickly, leaving you with only the sound of your heart beating in your ears, a sense of need and urgency in your gut – and so, you keep slowly stroking your clit with your finger, too tired and hazy to think that this might not be the best plan of action.

“What are you doing?” Hoseok mumbles softly, squinting at you. Weren’t you being quiet enough? Was it the movement that woke him up? Most importantly – has he already realised what you’re doing?

Your eyes go wide and your lips part, muscles tensing up under his gaze – your finger presses harder against your clit to send a spark of fire through you. “I –” you stammer, your voice hoarse – though, you realise only after the sound comes out, it sounds more like a moan than an actual word.

He pulls his arm out from underneath the covers, running it through his hair and dishevelling it even more as he opens his eyes further. Your mind is spinning as you try to think of a normal explanation, but his gaze only has to glide over you once – his eyes fall on the bump right at your crotch where your hand still is, stroking slowly and keeping you right on the edge. Yes, it only makes it harder for you to concentrate, and yes, you should definitely not keep moving because Hoseok is still looking down there and he’s gonna realise –

“Seriously?” he huffs, shuffling closer to you. His hand dives back underneath the covers, running over your pyjama pants and pressing right to the spot where your hand is. You finally stop moving it, but it’s already way too obvious and way too fucking late.

He curses underneath his breath, though even his whisper rings loudly in your ears. It feels like you’re more sensitive than ever to anything, and you shiver when his fingers brush your wrist, his hair tickling your cheek as he moves his head closer. “Didn’t get enough tonight, fucking ungrateful brat?” he mumbles – and although he sounds sleepy and tired, you notice his voice is laced with annoyance.

You press your finger to your clit nevertheless, wiggling it around and letting out a soft sigh at the brief sense of relief it provides. “N-no...” you weakly protest, though you completely counteract your words with a whine when he grips your wrist tightly and roughly pulls your hand out of your pants, leaving your clit aching for a touch, your whole body aching for the orgasm he just ripped away from you.

He only has to run his thumb over your finger to notice it’s completely coated in your wetness, and he only has to look down to see that you’re squirming and writhing underneath the covers, too sleepy to think about decorum. You just want relief, dammit.

Hoseok curses yet again, grabbing hold of your other wrist and holding them both in his one hand, your heart starting to beat faster. But despite the sudden lack of touch, the smouldering fire in your gut doesn’t go out – and so you keep clenching your thighs, moving your hips, trying to get the flame to ignite once more. “Is my cock slut really that desperate?” he mumbles, lips brushing your skin right underneath your jaw and sending waves of goosebumps through you. His words resonate deep in your core, and you squirm again. “Can’t even wait until the goddamn morning so I can fuck her bratty cunt and make her come all over my fucking cock?”

You whimper – even with his half-asleep dirty talk, he’s getting you wetter and more desperate, your hips moving any which way in an attempt to get some sort of touch, and it certainly doesn’t help your case. Breathing out a whine, you clench your thighs and buck up your hips yet again – as if the sheets will be able to give you any relief from the throbbing desire between your legs.

“Can’t even stay still, hm?” he taunts lowly. You don’t reply and try to reach down instead, desperation clouding your mind – but he stops you, fingers tightening around your wrists as he pins them back to your chest, making your wet fingers brush your neck, your jaw. Fuck, you should’ve gone to the bathroom and finished yourself off in peace. “You wanna come so bad?”

“Please,” you reply in a whine before you can even think about what you’re saying, about how needy and fucking desperate you’re being right now. Regret never comes, however – you even let out another whine when he’s silent for a moment.

“Please what?” Hoseok snaps in response, leaning back.

His words are curt and stern and they make you squirm once more – even in your sleepy state, you know what he wants you to say. You know exactly what to say to make him lean back in, to make him touch you, to make him give you the fiery, dizzying orgasm you want, and you open your mouth without hesitation.

“Please, daddy,” you beg breathlessly, eyes wide as you look over at him. “Please make me come.”

He gazes back at you with a piercing stare, one that gives you no clue as to what the hell he’s going to do next. You almost whine again, too tired to even think that you might be doing it too much.

But then he lets go of your wrists and shoves his hand into your pants, and your thoughts fly right out the window.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he grunts, lips brushing the shell of your ear. His fingers start to draw slow circles around your swollen clit without ever touching it, only making you more and more desperate.

His touch is warm, slow, languid, his sleepiness seeping through in the way his finger runs over you. He’s clearly teasing you, taking his sweet time in circling your clit, moving down to your soaked slit and running through your wetness before going up again, never touching you where you want it the most. You let out little moans at the subtle but warm pleasure coursing through your veins, mind growing hazy. “Such a desperate little slut, aren’t you?” he teases, one finger running down to your entrance once again and dragging through the wetness that has already gathered there, moving back up to tease around your clit. “Getting fucking soaked even though daddy just fucked you raw a few hours ago?”

His words send you back to earlier tonight, when he’d tied your wrists behind your back and, with your face and knees pressed into the mattress, had relentlessly fucked you from behind. His fingers had dug into your hips and he’d been holding a vibrator to your clit as his cock thrusted into you over and over and over again, making stars dance across your vision and drawing moans from your lips until your throat felt sore.

More heat pools right at Hoseok’s fingertips as you recall the memory, thinking back to the way the ropes had rubbed against your wrists, the way his hand had come down to deliver stinging slaps to your ass, the way the sheets pressed against your face uncomfortably as he pounded into you. God, did he sound good moaning your name, calling you a good girl, telling you how good your pussy felt around his cock... You moan aloud at the mere memory.

“Y-yes, yes, daddy,” you hum, nodding eagerly. His touch is still light and he’s gliding over your cunt more and more easily, coating his fingers in your cum. He circles your entrance for what feels like the thousandth time and you clench, aching for him to slide his finger in and resolve the building tension in your abdomen, growing hotter and hotter each time he strokes you. “I’m your desperate little slut.”

He presses a kiss to your temple, finger slowly but surely moving away from your entrance – you’d be whining at him if he weren’t moving back towards your aching clit. Starting to tingle with anticipation, you fight the urge to buck up into his fingers, hoping that he’ll finally decide to touch you if you at least try to behave yourself. “Well, at least you tell the truth,” he mumbles, his smirk audible in his words – and finally, fucking finally, he runs his finger over your clit.

A sense of relief washes over you and your head falls back onto your pillow, a small, breathy groan leaving your lips. Hoseok chuckles in amusement, but you’re too tired and too hazy to pout at that, too focused on the way that he oh so gently rubs tight circles onto your clit, a white-hot sensation spreading from your core to every limb inside your body. Moaning, you grip onto his forearm and biceps, fingers digging into his skin and holding it tight like it’s a lifeline. You rock your hips up into his hand in an attempt to chase your high, to get him to go harder and faster, but Hoseok remains unfazed.

He presses a kiss to your jaw as his finger moves down and dips into you, curling up to press against the spot that makes your eyes roll back and pulls another breathy moan from your lips. “Yeah? You like that?” he mumbles against your skin, though you barely register his words. “You like it when daddy fingers your sloppy cunt?” He adds a second finger with ease, swiping at your clit with his thumb.

You nod frantically, breaths growing ragged as he picks up his pace, continuously sending waves of fiery pleasure through you. You’re breathing out moans without even thinking of holding back, hips raising into his hand in a reflex, trying to get more, more, more. “Y-yes,” you exhale, fingers tightening around his arm. You can feel his muscles move underneath your fingertips, straining to keep up the pace he has set – but he keeps pushing you further and further towards the edge, your moans growing louder, everything else around you fading to the background. “Yes, fuck, it feels so good.”

You can vaguely feel Hoseok slip his arm underneath your shoulders, his free hand reaching around to swipe his fingers over your neck, tracing figures onto your skin – it sends a shiver down your spine. “You think you can hold your breath for me, baby girl?” he says lowly, thumb swiping over your trachea. He simultaneously increases the pressure on your clit, making you cry out and arch your back off the mattress – his words quickly go forgotten and you keep breathing heavily instead, almost starting to feel dizzy.

“Ah, of course you can’t, I forgot you were being a selfish brat tonight for a second,” he mumbles, simply holding your neck in his hand without putting pressure on it, simply feeling your pulse quicken underneath his palm as he keeps moving his fingers inside of you. “Guess we’ll save that for later, hm?”

You don’t respond. You’re so close to release that you can practically feel it rippling through you already and all your drowsy mind can focus on is the urgent need to come, to feel it all burn through you and for you to go back to sleep happy and content– but Hoseok knows exactly how to postpone it all. Two of his fingers are still buried deep inside of you, curled to rub up against exactly the right spot. His thumb presses to your clit just hard enough, strokes it at just the right angle – heat is licking at your thighs and abdomen, wrapping around your whole body, enveloping you completely. He slows down exactly when you think he’s going to let you come, speeding up once you’ve recovered enough, then starting the process all over again. The fiery feeling surging through you might as well consume you whole at this point, and you have a feeling you could likely explode with its heat as Hoseok only keeps adding more and more to it.

“P-please, oh my god,” you breathe out, fingernails digging into his arm and undoubtedly leaving their marks.

He breathes out sharply, pressing harder against your g-spot to make you sigh loudly, mouth falling open in a silent exclamation. “I know you’re being a brat right now, but you can still use your words,” he mutters, his warm breath ghosting over your ear and your neck – you can feel goosebumps prickling at your skin. “Tell me what you want, baby girl.”

“Please,” you repeat in one outbreath, head rolling to the side to nestle underneath his chin. “Please let me come.”

His hand slides down from your neck to your chest, moving further down to lift up your shirt. He lets his fingers glide up your bare torso and pinches your nipple hard, adding another spark to the fire that’s burning inside of you, rolling it between his fingers to make you moan. “Yeah?” he exhales. He is noticeably starting to breathe heavily – but he doesn’t show any signs of slowing down. He holds you close to him, keeping you pressed to his warm body as you hurtle right towards the edge. Maybe it’s happening this time, maybe you’ll finally get your release –

But then he stops.

You let out a frustrated sigh, your arched back straightening up yet again. The fire inside you quickly reduces to a flickering flame and you want so badly to finish that you can’t seem to think straight – your hands slide down his arm to grip his wrist, to keep his hand pressed to you, hips starting to rut up against his fingers and his palm so you can chase your high by yourself. To your disappointment, however, life just doesn’t work that way – Hoseok lets his hand go limp, letting out a soft chuckle when you whine, your orgasm quickly slipping away from you. “You think you deserve to come?”

You nod frantically, pressing his hand harder against your core to provide you at least some relief, though it’s not nearly enough to reignite the fire. “Y-yes, please let me come,” you breathe out, desperation audible in every word that leaves your lips, in every breath that goes in and out. “Please, daddy, please, I wanna come so fucking bad.”

“I know that, baby,” he replies, his voice sugary sweet. The hand on your torso moves down to shove your hands away, travelling to your hips and abruptly pushing them to the mattress. He holds them still with surprising strength as his hand starts to slowly move again, sending small sparks through your body, slowly but surely helping you ride back to the edge. “And daddy wanted to get a good night’s rest, but he had to wake up to help the desperate little slut trying to get herself off next to him.” His voice is taunting and dripping with annoyance, husky in your ear. His fingers are picking up their pace and it’s already making your head spin, though it’s by far not enough to get you back to the fiery feeling you had before – and you’re so fucking desperate to feel it again. “Now, that’s not very fair, is it?”

You let out a high-pitched whine, frantically shaking your head as you grip onto his arm once more. You’re absolutely aching for your climax, your chest heaving with desperation – you just wanted to get it done quickly, dammit. You didn’t mean to wake Hoseok up, you didn’t mean for him to take over, you didn’t mean for it to take this long. But fuck, it feels so goddamn good when his fingers are buried inside of you, when you can feel the white-hot sensation return, coming back to lick at your pussy, your thighs, spreading through your entire body. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, just –” Another high-pitched whine leaves your lips, practically turns into a sob as he keeps moving – your thighs are starting to tremble, almost unable to take the heat surging through them. “Please, daddy, I’ll give you anything,” you blurt out without even realising what those words might bring you later, letting out a moan when he presses his thumb harder against your clit, body jolting in response. “Please just let me come.”

He laughs into your ear, his grip around your hips tightening. The pressure of his fingertips digging into your skin makes your mind flash back to earlier tonight once more, to the series of shattering orgasms he’d gotten out of you – you clench around his fingers, hips attempting to buck up into him. You really are being a desperate little slut, his desperate little slut right now – but you don’t give a shit.

“Okay, okay, I can work with anything,” he replies, soaking wet fingers slipping out of you to fervently rub your swollen clit. Your breathing starts to grow ragged, cheeks burning with the intense heat spreading through your veins, everything growing hotter still. Your body goes rigid, muscles pulled taut, and your mind goes completely blank – all your focus is on his fingers as they rub your clit, moans and groans escaping your lips.

He slips both fingers back inside you and curls them, the fire in your abdomen growing, growing, spreading as he simultaneously presses to your clit and your g-spot. It makes your head spin, the heat becoming so intense that you can barely feel anything else – and then, he moves his fingers, and you explode.

An overwhelming warm and tingling feeling rushes through you, it takes over your mind, it burns through your entire body. Loud, strained moans escape your lips in between rapid, ragged breathing, stars fluttering behind your eyelids. The fire inside of you is going out gloriously, leaving behind traces of heat tingling at your skin.

Glowy and content, you go completely limp in Hoseok’s arms, melting into him and huffing tired moans as he helps you ride out your orgasm, your walls clenching around him. His fingers soon slow down, your grip around his arm loosening as the haze in your mind clears bit by bit, and you’re overtaken by sleepiness instead.

You whimper softly as he slowly slips out of you, sending a light chuckle to rumble through his chest. He gently swipes his fingers over the hood of your now sore clit one last time, sending a last spark through you and making you shiver in response before he takes his hand out of your pants, the other loosening its grip on your hip to stroke soft circles into your skin. Your body feels comfortably warm and tingly, heat radiating from your limbs. Your chest is heaving, head reeling from the intensity of it all – and yet, you’re already starting to succumb to your sleepiness, your eyes fluttering closed.

“Open up, baby,” he whispers, his voice suddenly soft and soothing, any inch of annoyance or sternness completely dissipated.

You obey right away, parting your lips to let him put his fingers into your mouth and sucking on them instinctively as soon as they touch your tongue. Eyes still closed, you swirl it around his digits to lick them clean, the sweet, tangy taste of your cum spreading through your mouth. His fingers are warm inside you and you somehow feel comforted by them, by the feeling of his thumb lightly stroking your chin as you come down from your high, as your breaths start to slow down. “Good girl,” he mumbles gently, leaving his fingers inside for a moment longer to let you suckle on them before he slowly slips them out, leaving you completely empty.

He wraps his arms around you instead, pulling you closer to him and allowing you to hug his torso, to snuggle up to him and breathe in his familiar, homely scent. The intensity of the moment has faded completely, your bedroom silent once more – the only signs that something might have happened here are your pounding heart and the leftover heat surging through you. “Such a good girl.”

You hum in response, a wordless thank you as you nuzzle your face into the nape of his neck, your thigh pressing up against him. When you can feel his hard cock straining against his soft pants, you hum yet again, bottom lip jutting out into a pout – in your pursuit for your own release, you completely forgot about how Hoseok might be faring under all this. Letting go of his torso, you slide your hand down to his crotch, starting to palm him through the fabric of his pyjamas.

A small smile teases over your lips when his deep groan rings in your ears. Had you not still been feeling tired and hazy from your own climax, you’d probably be starting to rut up against him, desperate for a quick and sleepy fuck, desperate for yet another orgasm – still, regardless of the fact that you’re too tired to come again, you want to help him sleep comfortably, too.

But to your surprise, he simply reaches down and encloses your wrist in his hand, pulling it away from him. “Don’t push it,” he warns in a mutter, bringing your hand up to press a kiss to your knuckles. “We’ll finish this tomorrow.”

The implications of his words usually make you both wary and excited, curious as to what is to come, but all you do in your tired state is hum and nod in agreement. You start to sink further into slumber as he lets go of your hand, wrapping his arm around you once more, thumb tracing slow circles into your back.

“Good night, babe,” he whispers, soft lips pressing a kiss to your forehead. It’s like he’s flipped a switch – the taunting, teasing man next to you has transformed back into the Hoseok you know best. “I love you,” is the last thing you hear before you fall asleep, and a smile tugs at your lips as you open your mouth, fighting through your heavy sleepiness to say –

“I love you too, Hobi.”

a/n: ahhhh thank you so much for reading, I hope you liked it!! Please don’t hesitate to let me know what you think, any comments are welcome – as I said, this is my first real smut, so I’d really love to know your thoughts :)) In any case, I hope you have a wonderful day/night!!♥♥♥

masterlist

779 notes · View notes

kpopisamood · 5 years ago

Text

Queen’s Clan { 15 }

Summary: y/n is plagued by nightmares. She realizes that the more she runs away, the less frequently they haunt her. However, in running away, she’s also running straight into her ultimate demise. Will she be saved in time by those who would lay down their lives for her, even if they don’t know of each other’s existence?

Monsta X/Reader, Human/Vampire(s), Reverse Harem

Warnings: light smut?, violence, language

Word count: 2.03k

Tag list: @noonaduck @lovinggalaxies @elenaramos1 @girlwith-thecinder-blockgarden @snowythellama @stargazersara @luvthatleader-nim @sugasheart @vincent-stargogh @perrshian

It’s been a...minute? since I posted, heh. I’m not really “good” with grieving and I didn’t know if I should post so soon given what has happened so I kinda held off on posting just to give everyone some space. It still feels a bit awkward coming back so soon but I hope you all will forgive me. This is just kinda how I move on? I don’t know, I’m weird I guess.

Also, how do y’all feel about period sex? Because the next couple of parts depend on y’all with this. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable on my first fic on here so I’m asking now just to see where your mind is at.

***

According to Miss Kudrow, the Gathering had gone off “without a hitch”. Your little confrontation with Silvia didn’t hinder your position and, if anything, aided to your status as an up and coming leader. You’d made a good impression on a few Queens other than Astor and Sonaelina and the former two had invited you over to their homes if you ever wanted to get away.

There was just one problem.

You’d unknowingly let Shownu feed from you. You weren’t sure what the rule set was for this sort of role reversal, but it caused quite a ruckus amongst your Mates.

Being the first to be taken into your Clan, Minhyuk was a bit envious; wanting your attention constantly, even when you were preoccupied.

“I’m just asking why he gets to feed from you and I don’t.” Minhyuk pouted from behind the locked door.

“I swear on all things that are holy, if you don’t let me piss in peace, you won’t be able to complain!” You threatened from your porcelain throne.

For a beat, it was quiet and that led you to believe he was gone until, “Does this mean I’ll get a taste?”

“MINHYUK!” You yelled, hearing footsteps scurrying away.

You truly didn’t know what you were doing with Shownu at the time. When Silvia had touched him in front of you, your mind had gone blank and you wanted to show him he was yours, damnit. Call it whatever you may, but you’d let him take a few licks and now the whole house dynamic was all sorts of messed up.

The only solace you had was from one of the younger ones; Jooheon. He’d stay by your side and wouldn’t ask or pout at you. He’d just simply follow you around. You would think it would get annoying, but with him around constantly glaring at the boys who tried to approach you and ask for a taste kind of comforted you. You didn’t know if he was simply trying to get on your good side, but his behavior didn’t go unnoticed by you.

***

“As you see, you have a long list of potential nesting sites. None of them have actually been built yet but these are rough sketches for you to choose from, should you want to leave this house.” Kudrow had blueprints upon blueprints laid out for you. Houses that you would have never dreamed of were within your grasp all because of your supposed lineage.

You were slowly starting to come into your role as a Queen and the bank accounts that had almost made you pass out, were something you were starting to take in stride. It was...nice to not have to worry about bills and such, but it still made you a bit uncomfortable to spend so much of your family’s money.

You’d narrowed your search down to a few homes and Miss Kudrow had asked you all the questions under the sun. Including, how big do you want your bed, bathtub, etc. and what you wanted in certain rooms that made you blush.

Apparently, Royals had nests where they settled down and made their families. This is also where all the Clan Mates stayed as well as servants who were sworn to protect your name. It was a bit daunting to think about, but you were taking things one day at a time.

“So we’ve established the people currently living and their arrangements. What do you want for the kids’ rooms?”

You nearly choked hearing Miss Kudrow’s words. They were harmless, but you weren’t thinking of kids. Not now when you’ve just been thrown into an entirely new world.

“Kids?!” You shrieked, standing up to pace the room.

“Well, of course. How else would you continue your lineage? Have you decided which of your Mates will father the children? Or if you’ll have more than one father for several?” She kept going, not really paying attention to your panicked state. “Oh, just think of a nice house with several little ones running around! It would be so wonderful to see your reign continuing on and—are you alright?” She cut herself off, finally seeing you.

The moment you thought of running away and living in the woods the rest of your life, Jooheon came running in. He approached you slowly while giving Miss Kudrow a glare that could kill and then focused entirely on you. He gently grabbed you and pulled you into his chest, holding one hand behind your head and the other around your waist to try and somehow protect you.

“You’re alright.” He cooed, kissing the side of your head and just holding you.

“I’m not ready for kids, Jooheon.” You mumbled against his chest.

“That’s okay. We don’t have to even think about kids right now. We can just enjoy each other’s company. We’re here for you and we’re not going to make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” He reassured, pulling away to look you in the eyes.

You nodded nimbly, somewhat comforted.

A throat clearing brought your attention to a weary Changkyun, trying his best not to look you in the eye.

“You have a visitor, My Lady.” He nervously shook his hair with his hand and not a few seconds later, there was a gentle knocking on the front door.

All at once, your Clan Mates joined you. Jooheon had already had a place at your side and was holding your hand, Minhyuk took your other side but let you have some space, Shownu stood in front with Wonho and Changkyun remained at the doorway.

Miss Kudrow had gone to see who it was before returning with a hesitant look.

“It’s Yoo Kihyun. Chae Hyungwon’s Clan Mate.” She announced.

Chaos erupted amongst your Mates.

“He’s not coming in.”

“Don’t trust him.”

“We can take him on.”

They were all on high alert and it worries you a bit to see them so wound up over one person.

“Who is he?” You asked, taking a glance towards the hallway where the front door was.

“He’s Hyungwon’s Queen killer.” Jooheon explained, gritting his teeth.

“Kihyun is with King, Hyungwon. He just so happens to be his Alpha, or right hand man. Anything Hyungwon won’t or can’t do himself, falls on Kihyun. This usually means killing Royals or using them for his benefit.” Changkyun rephrased.

You had read all the documents Miss Kudrow had given you, but this was nowhere in any of them. Had you have known about this, Hyungwon would not be on the top of your potential ally list.

“They’re baseless rumors, but it’s troublesome nonetheless. Royals gossip, but they never spread word of murder; their ranks are too underpopulated to even joke about killing one another. Do you want me to send him away, Your Grace?” Miss Kudrow softly asked, fully prepared to tell Kihyun where he could go.

You didn’t want someone so dangerous around your Clan, but you didn’t want to send him away and not hear what he has to say either. Were you prepared to face on someone as Kihyun? He had made quite a ripple effect on your Clan and you’d be a fool to go against him so blindly but you wanted to know more about this; more about them.

“Let him in.” You told her bravely. Miss Kudrow nodded and left the room. You could hear the front door open and closing and heard another heavier set of footsteps following behind Miss Kudrow’s dainty ones.

You made your way to the living room and sat on an oversized couch, your men taking their respective places. Shownu sat in between your legs in front of you on the floor, Jooheon to your right while Minhyuk on your left, and Wonho leaned against the wall nearest the couch as Changkyun took the opposite end of the room.

Though they didn’t show it, you could tell your decision had put your Clan on edge. They’d kill for you and die for you, but that would mean leaving you alone to face whatever Hyungwon had in mind for you.

When Kihyun had finally approached your group, you wanted to gasp. His hair was a short, dark brown with lighter brown highlights that framed his sharp features perfectly. He sported a kind smile but you could tell he had a darker being inside him. He wore a black long sleeve, dark dress pants, and dark brown boots and he strode in with a careful confidence that made you want to hide and fight all at once.

“Your Highness,” he nodded at you. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

You gave him a slight nod and waited for his next words, opting not to speak to him just yet since he was the one who sought you out in your home.

His smile slightly widened and he looked around at your Clan Mates, meeting each of their eyes. “You’ve already grown quite a Clan, I see.” He said in an impressed tone.

“What do you want, Kihyun?” You demanded, not wanting him to beat around the bush.

He nodded to himself before continuing on. “My King would like to request your presence in a private dinner with him two nights from now.”

You could feel Shownu and Minhyuk tense up around you while Jooheon gripped your hand a bit tighter.

“And why would I do that? Your King had his chance to meet me at the Gathering like all the other Royals, why does he want a private meeting now?” You challenged, and almost wished you didn’t.

His gentle smile turned into a sinister smirk and back so fast you almost got whiplash. “You were a bit...occupied when he was finally about to meet you.”

You could feel he was trying to embarrass you. He knew you were new to this and sharing your affections with your Clan so openly should have made you ashamed but you honestly didn’t care. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“So what you’re saying is, he had the opportunity to meet me, but he backed down. That sounds more like a problem for him rather than me. Don’t you think?” You smirked back, causing his smile to loosen a smidge. But that was all your confidence needed.

“It seems so, Your Grace.” He replied.

“Since you came looking for me, I’ll meet with your King. But on my terms. That’s only fair, right?”

“I will give him the excellent news, Your Grace.” He bowed slightly and made his way for the door. Miss Kudrow followed behind him and softly closed the door behind him, letting out a deep sigh of relief that everyone else also let out.

“Are you alright, My Queen?” Minhyuk asked, taking your other free hand and pecking the back of it in comfort.

“Tell me everything about Kihyun and Hyungwon. If Hyungwon is anything like Kihyun, I want to be prepared to face him as well.” You stated, tightening your grip on Jooheon and Minhyuk ever so slightly before dropping their hands and getting yourself mentally ready for another Royals lesson.

***

“She’ll meet with you.” His Alpha greeted from his cell. “But on her terms.”

Hyungwon chuckled and shook his head, as if he had heard an old joke. “Of course, as expected of an intellectual Queen. I’ll let our Guardians set it up.” He waved off.

“Her numbers have grown tremendously.” Kihyun told him, waltzing straight for the blacked out car awaiting him in front of your home.

“And they’re about to get more significant.” He chuckled before hanging up.

Kihyun took one last look at your home and smiled softly before entering the car and driving away.

*PLEASE TAKE A LOOK AT THE NOTE ABOVE THIS CHAPTER!*

#kpop #kpop fic #monsta x fic #monsta x x reader #monsta x x you #ot7 x reader #ot7 x you #kpop fanfic #monsta x #monsta x fanfic

98 notes · View notes

kmseokjins · 5 years ago

Note

any other writers you'd recommend?

Oh gosh. Let’s see *cracks knuckles* Buckle up buttercup cause there’s so many amazing writers like skfskfhsjf:

@jincherie, @mygsii, @xlilybebe, @sugasheart, @hobiwonder, @countrysundae, @tayegi, @jamaisjoons, @mapofmarisoul, @hobidreams, @xherxx, @gimmesumsuga, @daisilyreadywriter, @taetaesbaebaepsae, @illneverrecover, @readyplayerhobi, @jjkfire, @flora-jimin, @ironicarmy, @junghelioseok

#ask #anonymous #there's like 20 #i know i'm forgetting some #fic recs #*#*hides back under my rock*

64 notes · View notes

ddaengyoonmin · 6 years ago

Text

Pairing: Hybrid!Yoongi x Human!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Theme: Mate!au, Hybrid!au

Warnings: Mentions of blood and slight violence, Unprotected sex, blowjob

Playlist: “Professional-The Weekend”-- “Angels-The XX”--”Lust for Life-Lana Del Rey”

Word Count: 8.8k

@sugasheart

----------------------------------------------------------

You’d been thinking about getting a hybrid for some time now. You had just never felt financially capable of supporting more than just yourself.

But, this week you had just been informed you’d be getting a promotion at your job and a significant pay raise to go with it.

Excitedly your first thought was that you could finally get a hybrid!

You called up your friend Namjoon as soon as you got out of work.

“What was the name of that shelter you got Jimin from?” you asked him

“Lilly’s Hybrid Adoption Shelter, why? Are you finally getting a hybrid?”

“Yep!” you beamed “I just got that promotion I’d been after and It seems like I can more than afford to now”

“Woah, y/n that's awesome! Congrats, and I hope your search goes well, don’t get discouraged if you don’t click with any of them right away, it took me a while before I found Jimin” he told you

“Yeah, I know, I’m hoping I do though! I’m so excited”

“Well good luck!”

“Thanks Joon, I’ll let you know how it goes”

----------------------------------

You plugged the address for the shelter into your phone’s GPS and went straight there from your work.

The shelter seemed like a nice enough place, it was pretty large and seemed to be a couple stories tall. Namjoon had sung its praises when he adopted Jimin his golden retriever hybrid, but that was two years ago. Hopefully it was still as good as Joon had remembered it being.

You’d heard that some shelters were cruel and even put Hybrids down if they weren’t getting adopted and the shelter was filling up.

You walked up to the glass double doors, taking a deep breath in anticipation. You knew this was a big decision that shouldn’t be taken lightly. Like Namjoon said, you needed to really click with your hybrid, you didn’t want to be that person to send your hybrid back after just a week or two because it wasn’t working out.

The man at the front desk chimed out a “Hello there!” cheerily.

He got up from behind his desk and walked over to greet you, “I’m Hoseok,” he extended his hand for you to shake, “Are you looking to adopt a hybrid today?”

“I’m hoping so” you nodded with a smile.

“Awesome!” he grinned “Lets get some info from you first, and I’ll need your I.D before you go back to interact with the hybrids. We have some requirements for adoption so I wouldn’t want to get your hopes up just to have to reject you after you’ve bonded with one of them” he shook his head, you assumed that had been a problem in the past that they were trying to correct now.

“Of course” you pulled your I.D out to give to Hoseok, he took it and went back behind the desk, entering some info into his computer as he handed you a form with a pen to fill out. You were surprised at how detailed it was. They needed info like your age, where you worked, how much money you made, what the square footage of your home is, and if it was two bedrooms or more. You did have a two bedroom home, but you didn’t think it was that big or extravagant, you hoped it would be enough for you to qualify.

You hand the paper back to Hoseok when you had finished and he glanced it over, running his finger along each box you’d filled out.

“Great!” he smiled and nodded in approval “You meet all our requirements and your background check came back clean. I can take you back to meet the hybrids now”

You let out a sigh of relief.

“Jin can you watch the desk while I take Miss y/l/n here back to visit the hybrids?” he yelled out to a man who was walking by carrying some boxes.

“Sure thing boss” Jin replied, setting the boxes down and trading places with Hoseok.

“Awesome, come with me” Hoseok motioned for you to follow him as he walked you through a door behind the desk.

There were many long hallways lined with big glass windows all wrapping around in a square with doors leading to an enclosed outdoor grassy center with benches and many hybrids playing with each other and with workers from the shelter.

Hoseok led you to one of the doors, holding it open for you to go outside.

Instantly an excited brown haired cat hybrid runs up to you, “Pets?” he said lowering his head for you to pet him. Hoseok chuckled “This is Jungkook, he’s quite friendly”

You laugh and pet the cat hybrid on the head. “Enough pets” he said after only a few moments and ran back out to play with another cat hybrid that was playing alone in the corner of the yard.

“He just got adopted today, he’s in a good mood” Hoseok said “But besides him, the rest of the hybrids here are up for adoption still”

You walked around the yard, spending a little bit of time with each of the hybrids, they were all very cute and friendly, any of them would’ve been a perfect companion. But, there wasn’t a strong pull to any one in particular.

“Is this every one?” you asked Hoseok after you’d met with all of them.

“Well…” he paused, “There is one more...but we don’t let him out with the rest of the hybrids and we really don’t know what to do with him. I wouldn’t suggest meeting with him”

You furrowed your brow confused “Why not?”

Hoseok sighed, “Well usually we only deal with the standard pet hybrids, dogs, cats, rabbits and such. But this guy was brought to us by a friend of mine from one of the Kill shelters. He knew we were a no kill shelter here and had grown somewhat fond of the hybrid, but they just couldn’t seem to place him. He’s dangerous…” he paused again “He’s a melanistic jaguar, better known as a black panther hybrid. He’s been to many different homes and each time he’d been sent back due to inflicting injury on one of his owners, even a child at one point”

You gasped. “Oh.” you thought for a moment “Can I still see him? I’ve never seen a black panther hybrid. I’m kind of curious”

Hoseok’s eyes widened, “I guess? If you really want to”

He led you back inside and down a hallway to the rooms where they kept the hybrids beds.

Hoseok stopped at one door with a large window where you could see inside.

Sitting with his eyes closed on the floor and back pressed against the wall, and arms resting on his knees, was the most beautiful hybrid you’d ever seen.

He had jet black hair that fell slightly into his eyes and his black ears that sat on top of his head were the same glossy black as the rest of his hair. He was wearing the same uniform outfit that all the hybrids were, a plain white t-shirt and white jeans.

Upon realizing that you and Hoseok had approached his catlike eyes shot open and into a glare. He growled lowly at Hoseok, remaining still.

“Yoongi be nice” Hoseok tried to soothe him. “This nice lady just wanted to see you. He can hear us through the door” he added that last part to you.

The hybrid rolled his eyes and let out a small hiss. When his eyes finally looked your way his expression suddenly softened.

He stood up and slowly approached the window.

“Would you look at that…” Hoseok's eyes widened in shock. “He’s never approached us willingly”

Yoongi shot a glare Hoseok’s way quickly before turning back to face you.

“Hi” you softly spoke at him

Yoongi cocked his head to the side, curiously observing you and looking you up and down with a blank expression.

He then put a hand up and pressed it gently against the glass window. You stood still for a moment and then realized maybe he wanted you to put your hand up against his.

You slowly brought your hand to where his was, your hand smaller in comparison to his. You stood like this for a moment before turning to Hoseok.

“Does he get to come out at all?”

Hoseok shook his head “No way. We don’t trust him. Last time we did that he bit Jin pretty bad”

You looked sad.

“I’ll be good” Yoongi grumbled.

“Ahh, I don’t think that’s a good idea” Hoseok murmured.

“What If I wanted to adopt him?” you said without thinking. You knew that it was probably a bad idea. Everything about this hybrid screamed danger, and the stories that Hoseok had told you backed up that feeling. Yet something about him was pulling you to need more time with him, to get to know him. Yoongi’s eyes widened at your words, he looked to Hoseok with a pleading expression.

“Y/n, I thought you just wanted to see what he looked like, I’m sorry but he's really not up for adoption right now.” Hoseok sternly looked at Yoongi “Not until he proves to us that he isn’t a threat to others.”

“I wouldn’t hurt her” Yoongi hissed out, eyes narrowing.

“Hoseok I really think I’m fine, I’ll sign a waiver or something if that’s what you’re worried about” you then turned to Yoongi “I trust you” you nodded.

That seemed to make Yoongi happy, a tiny smile pulled up the corner of his lips as he continued to look you over.

“Agh, fine” Hoseok groaned. “I’m gonna go get my taser first just in case. Hopefully I won’t have to use it” he glared at Yoongi who was rolling his eyes.

A taser seemed a bit drastic, but Hoseok was just looking out for your safety. You also hoped he wouldn’t have to use it, and that you didn’t just get yourself into a dangerous situation.

Hoseok returned and looked sternly at Yoongi, “Back against the back wall of the room.” He barked out at him.

Yoongi hissed softly shaking his head, but obeying, sulking over to the back wall and leaning against it calmly.

Hoseok unlocked the door and entered first, with you following close behind.

You heart was fluttering in your chest with a mix of fear and excitement. Yoongi smirked at your nervousness, “Can I move off the wall?” he asked Hoseok, his eyes not leaving you.

“Slowly. No sudden movements” Hoseok ordered.

Yoongi slowly pulled himself from the wall and started walking over to you. You met him halfway returning the slow pace in your steps.

Your breathing was quickened and shallow, your chest tightening with the fear and tense vibes in the air.

Yoongi was staring down at you calm and cool, a small smile formed on his lips.

“Hi” he muttered quietly.

You took in the full sight of him, his eyes were golden and cat like, he stood strong and confidently as he took a slow step close to you, now only about a foot away.

You gulped loudly as Yoongi extended out his hand, similarly to how he did on the window. Waiting for you to return the gesture.

You hesitated for a moment, but decided it couldn’t hurt. You raised your hand up and started to bring it to his. You noticed Hoseok holding tight to the taser at the door of the room, ready to step in if need be.

When your hand touched Yoongi’s a shiver ran over you, his hand was cold and firm as he started to lock his fingers into your own.

A smirk on his face and his eyes brightening.

“Alright that's enough” Hoseok yelled out. Startling Yoongi making him jump back a few feet from you and start to growl and hiss Hoseok’s way.

Hoseok quickly ushered you out of the room, holding his taser out towards Yoongi as a warning.

Once the door had been shut and locked, you next words were no surprise to you, maybe they should’ve been a surprise, but it all just felt so right.

“I want to adopt him. What do I need to do to get approved for that.”

Hoseok groaned and shook his head. “I really shouldn’t have showed him to you.”

You gave him a look of unwavering determination.

“Okay, I’m going to call the owner, I’m just a supervisor here so I don’t really have the authority to make this call. I’ll give it a try. But, are you really sure?” he looked at you like you were insane.

You nodded confidently “I’m very sure. He’s my guy” you grinned looking over to Yoongi who stood by the glass and had heard your words. He smiled the biggest smile yet, looking at you softly.

Hoseok brought you to the office where you would fill out the adoption paperwork if the owner approved you being able to adopt Yoongi.

Things seemed to be going in your favor on the phone despite Hoseok’s worried opinions on the situation.

“Ah. Fine. I’ll let her know” Hoseok spoke and hung up the phone. “So...you can adopt him”

Your face lit up and you grinned widely. “Yeah?” you excitedly bounced in your seat.

“Yes. We are going to do a home visit one a week for the first month though, nothing too intrusive, just a quick pop in to make sure he’s settling in alright and you are safe” he informed you.

You nodded, that didn’t seem like a bad idea. You were honestly grateful for how much they seemed to care about your safety and making sure Yoongi would go to a home where he could be well adjusted.

You were sad that you couldn’t take Yoongi home that day, but it was policy for them to make new owners wait a week before bringing their hybrid home, to give them a chance to back out so as to make sure people weren't just getting a new hybrid on impulse that would just be returned as soon as they realized it wasn’t really what they wanted.

“That’s happened more than you’d think” Hoseok told you. “Alright, well I think we’ve got everything covered. I’ll see you back here in a week” he waved you goodbye as you left.

--------------------------------------------

The next week was spent preparing the house for Yoongi. You were so excited and nervous all at the same time. You had set up your spare room as a bedroom for him, buying him some brand new soft silk black sheets that had instantly reminded you of his hair when you saw them on the shelf. You also got him a plush red blanket that you hoped he’d like along with many other decorations for his room. Not knowing what to buy for him to entertain himself with you picked out some new board games for the two of you to play together and bought a tablet that he could have as his own to play games on. You were quite thankful for the pay raise you were getting as it ended up being quite the expensive shopping trip.

Finally the day had come for you to go and pick Yoongi up.

Your felt a slight knot of anxiety in your stomach as you approached the door to the shelter, nervous and excited.

When you entered the door Hoseok was sitting at the desk, “Y/n! Oh my god. Someone was supposed to call you”

Your heart sank, worried about what that could mean. Had Yoongi been adopted by someone else? Had they decided not to let you get him?

“What’s wrong?” you asked

Hoseok sighed and rubbed his temples “So...we were going to ask you to wait a few days to come pick him up. A new worker had been hired a few days ago and...that idiot” Hoseok groaned “ I think the handler got a little spooked when Yoongi growled at him and roughed him up pretty bad. He was fired right away.” Hoseok informed you.

You gasped out upon hearing this. Picturing someone hurting your Yoongi had you balling up your fists wishing that the horrible man could’ve been more than just fired.

“ Yoongi is going to be okay But he has been silent and curled up in bed for days. No one can get him to move, or eat.” Hoseok paused “Well he actually did say one thing...he asked when you’d be here for him. We told him we were going to have you wait a few days longer until he was better and that didn’t seem to sit well with him. We just didn’t want you to have to see him like that”

“No. I need to see him.” you knew it would break your heart to see him like that, but he needed you. He was asking for you, and they were going to make him wait longer? That annoyed you a bit.

Hoseok nodded and took you back to the room you were just last week. Yoongi was on the bed that was against the wall, unmoving and facing the nothingness in front of him with a thin blanket draped over his figure.

“Yoongi” Hoseok tapped the glass of the window “Someone’s here for you”

“I’m not moving until y/n gets here” you heard Yoongi mumble.

“Let's get you moving then” you called out to him with an affectionate smile.

Yoongi’s head whipped around to face the door, his eyes widening and a smile growing large on his face. He jumped up out of the bed and quickly ran over to the door pressing both of his hands up to the glass at you.

You could see a yellowing purple bruise on his cheek and his lower lip looked like it was healing from where it had been split open. It broke your heart seeing him like this, you needed to get him out of here before something like that could happen to him again.

“So can he come with me now?” you asked Hoseok.

“I’m still so skeptical about this. But, you have our number if you need anything.” Hoseok unlocks the door and invites Yoongi to come out.

You cautiously approach the hybrid man, opening your arms out for a hug. Yoongi instantly accepts your offer for a hug, pulling you into his chest with his strong arms. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and you could hear him taking a deep breath in, getting himself acquainted to the smell of you.

“Ready to go home?” you asked him. Yoongi nodded, still holding you tight in the hug. You giggled, “Alright let's go”

-----------------------------------------

Yoongi was nervous stepping into your home, he looked around at everything trying to get a feel for the place he was now going to be living.

You realized now that you knew nothing about him. Everything that had pulled you to him was pure feeling and you start to get nervous that maybe he would end up hating it here.

“You’ll have your own room, and really anything here is yours now too. Nothing’s off limits” You let him know. He nodded and went to sit down on your couch.

You decided to go join him, sitting with a good amount of distance between the two of you, not wanting to spook him.

“So...tell me about yourself?” you asked Yoongi. Not really sure what you were supposed to say or do now.

Yoongi smiled slightly, his lips pulling into a smirk. “You’re scared of me aren’t you” he spoke in a husky voice. His eyes narrowing looking you up and down.

You froze up instantly, getting awkward and nervous, “I-I wouldn’t say scared. Y-you said you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“You know I can tell that your heart is beating fast. The part of me that's not human can feel when someone feels like prey…”

Yoongi is silent and moves closer to you, bringing his face close to yours, you can feel his warm breath on your face as he looks you over with a dangerous expression.

“I trust you” you whispered.

Yoongi parted his lips slowly and opened his mouth wide then snapped his teeth together harshly and suddenly in a biting motion to the air between you. You flinched away from him and gasped.

Yoongi pulled back from you calmly and rolled his eyes “Yeah. I wouldn’t do that” he hissed as he relaxed back into the couch closing his eyes and crossing his arms across his chest.

“I’ll be back at the shelter soon.” he shrugged.

“What makes you say that? Do you plan on hurting me or something” you asked nervously, sliding back from him slightly.

“I don’t plan on it. But it always seems to happen that way. I’m jumpy…” he opened his eyes and frowned staring down at the floor “I really didn’t mean to hurt that kid. He pulled my tail hard while I was sleeping...it was just a reflex” he sighed, thinking back on that memory.

“Okay, so Yoongi 101. Don’t pull your tail. Got it”

You could tell Yoongi found that slightly amusing but was trying to hold back his laughter.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I think this is my last chance...and you seem...nice” he looked your way, his face getting dark and worried. “I’m scared I’ll hurt you, so it's better if you stay afraid of me, and just leave me alone”

Your face formed into a small pout. “Yoongi, I mean it, I trust you. Even if you do hurt me...I know you won’t mean it and I’ll learn from it what not to do next time” you informed him.

He shook his head “That’s a ridiculous thing to say. You’ll feel differently when it actually happens. You’ll be so scared of me, the sight of me will make you afraid in your own home. I can tell that’s what happened with the others. It happens every time. I always tried so hard to be good” he started to choke up a bit “I really want to be good. But I’m just not.”

You decided to move close to him again. Slowly, still slightly nervous, but wanting to assure him that the trust you said you have in him is real.

“Yoongi…” you sat now with your leg touching his slightly, you slowly placed a hand on his leg, making sure he saw you doing it so you weren’t catching him off guard.

Upon your touch his eyes grew wider slightly. He stared at you, his lower lip now between his teeth.

“Why did you act so nice to me at the shelter if you didn’t want to come home with me? I think you really do want to be here...So don’t worry about if it’ll end. Because I have faith in you, and when I saw you...there was something there. We had a connection don’t you think?”

“A connection…” he repeated. “Yes…I…” he shook his head and stopped himself from saying everything that was on his mind. He didn’t want to tell you what that connection was for him. That it was the way your lips looked, how jaw droppingly beautiful your body was to him. The way your eyes trailing over him make his heart skip a beat and feel like growing wings and flying right to you, for you to hold onto forever and always. He felt so foolish for falling for a human girl who was only just trying to be his owner, he knew that could never work, but he couldn’t help the feelings he was feeling. The best he could do was try to ignore them, put them deep down inside where no one could find them, maybe they would fade away if he just pretended that's not what this was.

---------------------------------------

The more time Yoongi spent at your house, the more comfortable he was becoming. He was still nervous around you, scared of himself and what he was capable of. Not wanting to hurt you, because of what he felt for you, and not wanting to feel for you, because he could hurt you.

But you had welcomed him in with such care. Every time you’d come home from work, you’d sit and talk with him about how your day went, he’d listen closely to every detail, loving hearing about your life and learning more about your personality, it only strengthened the feelings he was trying to bury.

One time he happened to pass by the bathroom on his way to his room at night and realized you’d left the door a crack open. You were completely naked and getting ready to step into the shower. Your back was turned to him so he was sure you hadn’t noticed him standing there, but oh did he notice you. Your curves and body were so perfect, the shape of your ass had him growing crazy with want. It took everything in him to turn his eyes away and retreat to his room before he did anything that would probably just end up embarrassing himself.

With each passing day that feeling had started to grow, and cloud his thoughts even when you weren’t there.

One friday night you had ordered pizza for the two of you, Yoongi was excited to try the pizza you had ordered, he’d never been allowed to eat with his humans at his other houses, they usually fed him separately from the rest of the household and it was always generic hybrid food. Most all breeds of hybrids were able to eat human food, but most owners found that too expensive and just opted for blends of bland dry food that was just enough nutrition to sustain their hybrid. But you let him eat with you at the dinner table or the couch every day, you’d even given him permission to help himself to anything in the fridge whenever he wanted as long as he cleaned up after himself. Life with you was bliss.

Yoongi had gone to his room to lie down for a quick nap while you waited for the pizza to arrive. He slowly drifted into a light sleep, only to be awakened a few minutes later by the sound of your doorbell ringing. He smiled and rolled over onto his side, listening to the cute way you answered the door.

“Yay! Pizza! Thank you, and here’s your tip” you spoke cutely at the pizza delivery man.

“I can think of a better way you could tip me pretty lady” Yoongi heard the man speak at you in a tone of voice that didn’t sit well with him at all.

Yoongi felt the fur on his tail stand up straight as a chill went down his spine.

“Ah no, um,” You awkwardly were trying to just hand the tip to the man and shut the door.

Yoongi heard a thud, the delivery man had put his foot in the door to stop you from shutting it and was pushing it back open.

“Aww come on sweet thing. I gave you something delicious, I just want to taste something delicious as well”

At that Yoongi was out of bed and to your side in a flash. Growling loudly and baring his pointed teeth at the man at the door.

“She said no. So unless you want me to rip your arms off I’d suggest you get going and hope that calms me down enough and I don’t feel like coming after you just to make sure you don’t ever come back.” he hissed standing tall with an aggressive stance. Yoongi snapped his teeth at the man warning him that he was completely serious.

The man's eyes widened and he quickly scurried away. Yoongi watched from the window to make sure the man got in his car and was driving away, growling until the man was completely out of sight.

You had set the pizza down on the table and were staring wide eyed at Yoongi.

Yoongi suddenly felt embarrassed, “Y/n, I’m so sorry, I was out of control, I shouldn’t have-”

“Are you kidding me? That was amazing. Yoongi. Thank you” you ran up to him, throwing your arms around his neck tightly and burying your face into his chest.

Yoongi was surprised, he had expected you to scold him for being aggressive, but you seemed so happy.

“Wait, really? I wasn’t bad?” Yoongi asked you softly.

“No way! I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here” you pulled back and looked him in the eye, brushing away a strand of hair that was falling into his eyes. Your face was only inches from his, you both suddenly paused and got serious, realizing the closeness. Yoongi could sense your heart was beating quickly and mistook it for you suddenly getting scared. He pulled back from you.

You shook your head trying to snap yourself out of the odd thought that had just ran through your head. You didn’t think of Yoongi that way, you couldn’t possibly.

--------------------------------

The next few days had been...strange. Yoongi had started to become unusual in his behaviors. He seemed to be getting a lot more clingy, always over your shoulder whenever you were doing anything around the house, and getting slightly embarrassed when you’d call him out on it. You had taken him out with you grocery shopping and he had growled at a man that he caught checking you out. You didn’t scold him but you knew that it was slightly out of line the way he was behaving.

Yoongi had caught on to you being displeased with him. He was embarrassed but he couldn’t help it, he had started feeling so protective of you, and the thought of any other man's eyes on you just made his blood boil. He didn’t quite understand himself what was happening to him.

You had told Yoongi you were going to Namjoon’s house for a visit and that it was probably best if he just stayed back. You felt awful for having to say that to him, but Namjoon’s hybrid Jimin was pretty skittish and territorial, and had said he wasn’t sure he’d feel comfortable with a black panther hybrid in his home.

Yoongi pouted as you gathered your coat and purse getting ready to leave. You had made sure Yoongi had dinner and things to do while you were away.

“I’m really sorry again Yoongi, I swear I won’t be gone long”

Yoongi grumbled something inaudible and glared down at the ground. It broke your heart that he might be angry with you for leaving, and you debated on calling Namjoon to cancel, but decided against it, you haven't seen your friend in so long and you missed him.

“Okay I’m off” you sang, trying to give Yoongi a warm smile before heading off.

Yoongi suddenly pulled you in to a big hug, nuzzling his head into your neck and all over your shoulders.

“I’m gonna miss you too” you laughed patting him on the head before pulling him off of you and heading out the door.

-------------------------------------------

You had a good time at Namjoon’s, Jimin was excited to see you. “Y/n!” he shouted out excitedly jumping into your arms and giving you a large hug. “You smell like a big cat” he scrunched his nose up at the smell of Yoongi.

“That would be my Yoongi you’re smelling Jimin” you chuckled at him. As he made a barfing face. “He smells.” Jimin whined.

Namjoon laughed at his hybrid, motioning for him to come sit next to him on their couch.

“Don’t be rude Jimin, he just really doesn’t like cats” he shook his head and rolled his eyes.

The three of you spent the next few hours chatting and playing games, you had been missing Yoongi most of the time, wondering what he was up to back home, if he was alright, if he was angry with you for not being able to bring him with.

Jimin was sitting in your lap falling asleep when you noticed it was getting late.

“Shit. I told Yoongi I wouldn’t be long! Sorry Namjoon, I gotta get going”

Namjoon nodded and went to lift sleeping Jimin off of you and putting him to bed in his room before coming out to see you off.

“Hey y/n. So I didn’t really want to get into this talk with Jimin still nearby. But are things really going okay?” Namjoon stood at the door as you were leaving.

“Oh. Yeah if you mean like has he hurt me that's a definite no.” you told him

Namjoon nodded “That's good to hear”

“He has been acting...odd though. He recently started to just growl and lash out at random people at the store or out on walks just for looking at me. I know some animals get extra aggressive when they are sick, and he is part animal and all, so you don’t think he could be sick or something do you?” you asked. That thought had been worrying you lately with Yoongi’s strange behavior.

“Is it just with men? Or anyone?” Namjoon asks, thinking deeply about something.

“Just men actually” You realized just then.

“Oh...Interesting. I’ll look into it and let you know y/n” Namjoon said looking like he already had an idea of what it might be, but keeping it to himself. “See you soon I hope!” he smiled and gave you a hug goodbye.

----------------------------------------

When you got home Yoongi didn’t come running to the door like he usually did. Your fears that he was mad at you were heightening.

“Yoongi?” you called out. Walking to his room you realized the bathroom door was wide open, and you could hear the shower running.

“I’ll be out soon” Yoongi grumbled, poking his head around the shower curtain.

Your cheeks blushed pink slightly and quickly turned around to give him privacy. You waited on the couch for him, taking off your shoes and settling in with a blanket draped over your legs and flipping through channels on the TV.

Yoongi walked out to where you were sitting and plopped down lazily onto the couch next to you. His black strands of hair were wet and clinging to his face in such an appealing manner, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on the fact that he had opted not to put a shirt on after his shower. He was sitting there in only black sweatpants with a white stripe up the side.

“You’re not mad at me are you?” you asked, tearing your eyes away from his chest and trying to look him in the eye hoping he didn’t notice you staring.

Yoongi didn’t respond, staring straight ahead at the television.

“Earth to Yoongi” you waved your hand at him.

Yoongi groaned and scooted close to you, catching you off guard he brought his face close to your neck and breathed in slightly. He instantly growled and recoiled away from you.

“Yoongi!” you exclaimed at his behavior, “what’s gotten into you!”

His face was growing slightly red and flushed as was his chest.

You slowly moved over to him and placed your hand on his forehead. He grabbed your wrist instantly holding you just tightly enough that it hurt a tiny bit. He released you instantly once he noticed you wince in pain.

“Yoongi you’re really warm…” you murmured, rubbing at your wrist. “Are you...sick?”

“If you can count that disgusting dog smell all over you that’s making me nauseous” he muttered.

You rolled your eyes. “Yoongi I’m serious, you’ve been acting strangely, are you okay?”

Yoongi growled slightly, he looked you over with the most animalistic expression you’d ever seen on his face. “I’m fine” he muttered through gritted teeth.

You sighed and let it go for now, planning on calling Namjoon as soon as Yoongi went to bed.

-----------------------------------

“So he was really angry with me when I got home. He’s burning up with a fever and is acting really...feral?” you told Namjoon over the phone.

Namjoon sighed “Okay. So I didn’t want to have to say this unless I was almost 100% sure that this is what I thought it was” he paused “But, I think it is. So I’m going to ask you some awkward questions.”

“Huh? Awkward... Like what?”

“Have you and Yoongi ever been...intimate?” Namjoon asked

“Intimate like hugs? He does hug me a lot but he has been getting more clingy lately”

“Okay, I guess that answers that” He chuckled “Awkward question number two that you probably never wanted to hear from your best friend. When's your next...time of the month” Namjoon avoided saying the word, cringing a little bit at having to bring this up to you.

“Time of the month? Well I had my last one a little over a week ago? What the fuck does that have to do with anything” you asked, embarassed to be discussing this with Namjoon.

“So...there's a good chance that you’re ovulating.” Namjoon states “And thats whats happening to him”

“Wait...How does that have anything to do with Yoongi?”

Namjoon groans on the other end of the line “Ahh are you really gonna make me talk about this stuff with you. You really didn’t look anything up about cat hybrids.” he paused again “So you ovulating...is similar to what a cat being in heat. Half of Yoongi is a part of the big cat species and...its in his biology to pick up on that sort of thing.”

“So he’s mad at me because I’m ovulating...I still don’t understand Namjoon”

“Dammit y/n. You know we don’t talk about this stuff” he groaned again with a laugh. “Yoongi’s biology...Is telling him to mate with you. He’s probably embarrassed and trying to fight against it and that’s why he’s so cranky. It makes him a lot more clingy and protective of you around other men he might see as a threat to his chance of mating with you. I wouldn’t be surprised if Jimin’s scent on you tonight had him in rage”

You were quiet in shock. Yoongi wanted to mate with you? Or at least the part of him that wasn’t human was telling him he wanted to…

“What...what do I do about that?” you stammered.

“Umm. I suppose you have a few options. Just let him kinda deal with it himself until it passes, he’ll probably just keep being like he is, and he won’t feel well. You could...encourage him to try and let out his frustrations through some self relief” Namjoon suggested “Or…” he sighed “You could...you know...help him. If you want”

“Help him? Meaning…” your eyes widening as you realized what Namjoon was implying “Meaning sleep with him!?”

“It’s not that uncommon for Hybrids to mate with Humans y/n. But don’t do it if you don’t want things to become serious that way between the two of you. To mate with him...would be a big deal for him. It wouldn’t just be something casual.” Namjoon told you.

“Oh...noted. I-I uh. I think I get it” you muttered.

“Okay sweet we can be done talking about this now” Namjoon laughed “Good luck, and feel free to call if you need any advice”

You nodded and said goodbye to Namjoon. Wondering what to do about the situation that you were in now. You definitely thought Yoongi was attractive, and the way you felt for him was more than just being roommates, or just his owner. You had thought of him as a friend...a close friend who you really cared for. Could it possibly have become more than that at some point. The thought that he wanted to mate with you actually had made you happy when Namjoon said it, you were certainly surprised, but part of you became excited at the thought that Yoongi was thinking of you that way.

You went to walk to your room, walking past Yoongi’s room on your way. As you did you heard a loud pained noise coming from his room. Thinking he might be hurt somehow you quickly swung the door open.

Your stomach clenched at the sight. Yoongi was laying out on his bed in a sweat rolling back and forth, one hand clutching the sheets tightly and the other holding his crotch through his pants. His face flushed and his chest was heaving up and down heavily. You gasped out realizing that you walked in on something you probably shouldn’t have.

His eyes shot to meet yours, his cat like pupils blown out, staring at your figure still standing in the doorway hungrily.

“Y-yoongi, sorry, I thought…” you stuttered out.

“Y/n. Please...It’s too much. I can’t handle it” he groaned.

You didn’t know exactly what he was asking for. Please leave? Please come closer? You stood still debating your next move. Thinking back on Namjoon’s words, if you decided to go through with this, it would mean a lot to Yoongi emotionally, you would basically be committing to him. You realized that the idea of that wouldn’t be so bad, for Yoongi to be yours in more ways than he already was, that thought made your heart warm. So maybe you really did want this.

You thought back to the day that you had first met him, intertwining your fingers with his in that room at the shelter. You now imagine intertwining every part of your body with his.

You bit your lip lightly.

Yoongi continued writhing in his bed, eyes still on you, his breathing shallow and quick.

“Why are you just standing there” he moaned out.

You took a few steps into his room. “Yoongi...do you...want me? Is that really what this is?” you asked quietly, making sure you weren’t embarrassing yourself by assuming.

He growled, but different than his normal aggressive growls, this one was full of lust and want.

“Want? y/n…” he growled again “Need. I need you.” he extending an arm out, pawing for you to come closer to him.

You felt butterflies filling your stomach. I’m doing this, you thought, taking a deep breath.

You approached the side of the bed cautiously crawling up on your hands and knees to get close to him.

He instantly pulled you on top of him. Your legs straddling over his hips and obvious erection that you could now feel through his sweatpants.

His face was so close to yours as you hovered over him.

“You need me too right?” he asked in a whisper, his hooded eyes staring at your lips as he darted his tongue out to wet his own lips.

You nodded shyly. “Yes Yoongi. I need you” you admitted to him.

“Mmm” he moaned out at your words. His hand quickly found its way to the back of your head and he guided you to him, connecting his lips with yours in a hungry and desperate kiss.

He growled lowly into your mouth as your kisses became more and most lustful, getting lost in the bliss that you felt being this close with him.

His hand left your neck and slowly trailed it’s way down your back and ending up on your ass. He gave you a light squeeze that caused you to moan back into his mouth in return. His other hand joined in grabbing you, moving you to rock your hips against him, relieving some of the pained need that he was feeling right where you were now rubbing against him.

You dragged your nails lightly down his chest from his collar bones all the way down to his hips. He moaned and bucked his hips up in response, your actions affecting him heavily.

“Fuck, y/n. I can’t take it anymore. I need to be inside of you. I need you so badly” he whined.

You sat up and lifted your shirt up off of yourself, then unhooked your bra, tossing it aside frantically, before returning back to the kisses.

“Oh my god” he had gasped out, his eyes wide, admiring your naked figure.

You smiled and started moving the kisses to his neck, kitten licking for a moment making him grab tightly onto your ass at the sensation. You moved your way down his body, planting light kisses the whole way down, each one causing a small growl to escape Yoongi’s lips.

Finally you reach the band of the sweatpants still resting on his hips. You hooked your fingers around it and pulled down, his erection sprung free and was now laying against his stomach, hard, his need for you very apparent, and...so big. You gasped out at the sight, and hungrily licked your lips, wanting to taste him.

You wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, loving the feel of his smooth skin and the weight of him in your hand, and then lowered your head to him. He watched attentively while you, With a flattened tongue you licked a long wet stripe up his shaft, flicking your tongue on the underside of his tip, then up to savour the salty drop of precum that had been sitting there.

Yoongi then tilted his head back into the pillow, his eyes tightly shut, biting his lip with a loud needy moan as you take him all the way in your mouth. “Y/n. fuck.”

You chuckled slightly at that, the vibrations from your laugh making his hips jerk up into you reflexively. You took him in as much as you could, hollowing out your cheeks as you did.

He was so responsive to every movement you did, moaning, growling and moving his hips up off of the mattress. You felt the warm arousal in your center getting wetter with every noise you pulled from his lips. He was so beautiful, so perfect, so...yours. You continued to bob your head up and down on him, his hands found themselves tangled in your hair moving with you as you took his entire length. Your nose was pressing right into his stomach now and he held you tightly there for a moment, jerking his hips up into your mouth ever so slightly while growling erotically at the feeling. He released his grip on your hair allowing you to catch your breath.

“So good” you heard him whisper.

You stopped and started bringing your kisses back up his stomach and chest and back to his lips, planting sloppy kisses onto his soft lips.

He quickly wrapped an arm around your waist holding you close to his body and flipped you around quickly so that you were now flat on your back on the bed.

He sat back on his knees to slide your shorts and panties off your trembling legs in one graceful movement. Licking his lips at the sight of you now completely naked on the bed in front of him.

Yoongi then positioned his cock between your legs, right at the entrance between your folds. He paused for a moment, like he was debating on whether he should. You knew that must be hard for him, his primal urges were evident in every movement, yet he still restrained himself to double check that this was really what you wanted.

“Yoongi, fuck me. Please fuck me” you whined out, not wanting to wait a second longer to feel him filling you up.

Yoongi didn’t wait a moment as soon as the okay passed your lips. You felt his entire length glide into you, and he started at a fervent pace. He dropped himself down so his chest was brushing against your breasts with every thrust into you, your hard and erect nipples grazing against his skin. He took a hand and brushed your messy hair away from your face, holding the side of your cheek lovingly and looking into your eyes as he moaned in the most lewd manner.

The feeling of him moving inside of you was heavenly, he filled you up perfectly, and each movement sent shock waves through you in the most perfect way. You glanced down and were able to slightly see the beautiful sight of where your bodies were meeting, his cock moving in and out of you, your wet juices glistening on him every time he pulled out.

It seemed to be feeling just as well for him. His expression was so fucked out as he stared down at you in awe.

His next words caught you slightly off guard.

“Mine.” he growled, reaching a hand to grip onto the side of your waist tightly, holding you steady as his thrusts quickened and became more aggressive and carnal. His hand clutched your face roughly.

“Mine.” he repeated with a serious expression, his eyes narrowed, it didn’t sound like a question, but you realized that he was looking for a response. He continued his pace but his face stilled, waiting for the words he wanted to hear.

“Yours.” you smiled at him while you moaned out “I’m yours Yoongi”

His expression instantly turned into pure joy. He lowered his face to the crook of your neck as he seemed to like to do, rubbing himself against you.

“I’ve almost got that dog scent off of you” he grumbled. “I don’t like it”

You realized that what Namjoon had said was true, he really was bothered by Jimin’s scent, it explained why he recoiled from you on the couch. You also realized that must’ve been what he was doing when he rubbed his face over you before you left to go over there. He was trying to cover you in his scent, mark you as his. You were his, and you couldn’t be happier about that.

Yoongi’s hips had started to roll against you in just the right way, brushing his cock against a spot inside you that was pushing you closer and closer to your high.

“Y-yoongi, don’t stop, please, right there, i-it’s so” you gasped out. Clutching his hair on the back of his head tightly as your whole body tensed.

The knot of pleasure building in your stomach was growing more and more each time he moved inside of you.

“I-I’m gonna cum Yoongi, you’re going to make me come” you squealed out. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the feeling. Your release was so intense, like waves crashing all around and spreading all over your body. Your walls clenched tightly around Yoongi’s cock as he continued and carried you through your high.

“Holy fuck that was beautiful.” he gasped out, wide eyed looked down at you now, planting a soft kiss on your lips. “And all mine” he added with a growl, dropping his head again and bucking his hips into you in a frantic pace, repeating ‘mine’ on a loop as he did.

“I’m…” he began but it all happened too fast for him to finish his sentence. Suddenly a sharp pain shot into your shoulder. He was biting you, hard. Surprisingly it didn’t bother you one bit, the pain mixed with the pleasure that he was giving you with his cock seemed to be a blissful combination. You moaned out loudly, as did Yoongi, continuing to grip onto your skin with his teeth. Your vision became blurry as you were lost in the hazy lust filled moment. His hips started to break their steady pace and stutter as he came inside of you. His cock twitching as his hot cum filled you up, and your tight walls milking him through his completion.

He was panting heavily, beads of sweat had formed on his forehead. He finally released his grip on your shoulder, pulling back suddenly as he realized what he’d done.

“Oh my god. y/n…” he gasped he face fell as he stared at your shoulder. “I-I hurt you”

You brought a hand to your stinging shoulder and realized you were bleeding. “Oh…” you were still too deep in the euphoric moment that the two of you had shared to feel the pain fully.

You noticed Yoongi’s eyes starting to form tears as he pulled himself completely away from you, wrapping his arms around himself in shame and rolling onto his side facing away from you.

“Hey. Don’t do that” you pouted at him, turning to put your arms around him.

“I hurt you” he sobbed. “I’m supposed to protect you. And I hurt you”

“Yoongi. It’s fine. Really, I liked it. All of it” you emphasized that last bit, “that was so amazing for me” you told him.

He turned his head to face you, “Really? Even though I hurt you? You don’t hate me?”

“Hate you!?” you almost shouted. “Yoongi. I could never hate you. In fact…” you paused debating whether or not you should say...but you figured after all that had just happened, it couldn’t be the worst moment

“Yoongi, I love you. I’m yours...and you’re mine”

He turned all the way around to face you with a smile, “You...love me” he whispered.

You nodded.

“Y/n. I love you too” he pulled you into a warm and comforting hug. “I’m yours”

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #bts smau #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #suga x reader #suga x you #bts hybrid fic #hybrid fic #yoongi #bts #bts x you #yoongi smut #suga smut #yoongi hybrid

1K notes · View notes