↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
a/n: hello everyone! sorry I’ve been gone for so long and have kept some ppl waiting, life got hectic and b u s y. BUT! I’m gonna have the outro profiles posted shortly and work on posting my next au during my month off from school which starts next week!! I hope y’all enjoyed this one!!
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
a/n: *GASP* what’s this? me posting again?? (sounds too good to be true) I’m sorry for taking so much time off, school never got better like I thought it would, but I finally got some stuff worked out! THANK YOU SO MUCH for being patient with me and I hope you guys stick around for the last 2 chapters and enjoyed this one!
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
a/n: I probably put too much information about the internships but whatever anyway yoongi’s living his best life and that’s all that matters (also next update a certain two people join forces) lmk your thoughts and thanks for reading!!
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
a/n: no this isn’t sponsored by panera lmao but Jin is definitely onto something about their mac ‘n cheese lmk what you thought and let’s chat about ur Panera orders (thanks for reading)
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
Summary: It’s been months – ok, it’s been years – since you last went on a date. And you’re sick of it. Sick of seeing couples kissing and holding hands in the street. Sick of your friends settling down. Sick of everyone buying houses and having families. You’re going to do something about it. You’re going to snap up a man, you’re going to tie someone down, you’re going to finally commit, you’re going to – you’re going to need a bit of advice.
Your eyes dart to Jimin who’s lay over the sofa, face flat and disinterested, eyes on the TV. He doesn’t see the glare, but he can hear it in your tone and still he doesn’t react.
“You were supposed to give a supportive response.”
“I agreed with you,” he continues flatly.
“How is that supportive?” You whine.
“I –”
“Don’t respond to that, it was rhetorical. I already know the shit that’s going to spew out of your mouth.”
You watch Jimin’s eyes dart to you, the only part of his body to move before they go back to the TV.
“Now who’s the unsupportive friend?”
“I’m sorry,” you say sarcastically sounding very unapologetic. “I’m trying to tell you that I can’t find a date over here. That nobody will ever love me and I’m going to die alone and you’re fobbing me off for Homes Under the Hammer.”
“Escape to the Country,” he corrects.
“Idon’tcare,” you throw your arms in the air, flopping back on your seat.
Jimin finally sits up, turns so his attention is fully on you. He still doesn’t look fully interested but at least it’s something, at least your whining and attention seeking has achieved something.
“We’ve gone through this a hundred times,” he mutters and when you shoot him a look is quick to add, “but let’s do it again.”
“Erik’s ghosting me.”
“His loss.”
“And I know it’s only been a few days but how long am I supposed to wait around for a response?” You carry on as if he hasn’t spoken.
“Well, I don’t think you should have even waited this long. You owe him nothing, you can date multiple people at once, you’re not tied to anyone.”
“You sound like Yoongi.”
Now you have Jimin’s attention. The words were muttered under your breath and yet it’s like he has sonar hearing when it come’s to Yoongi’s name. It’s unnerving for so many reasons, not least the fact you’ve hardly spoken about Yoongi and yet he still seems so interested in him. He’s never even met the guy.
“What pub does he work at again?”
“Not saying.”
“Come on.”
“Nope. You’re not going to harass the poor man.”
“I just want to talk to him. See if he’ll take you on a date as you’re seemingly too chicken to do it yourself.”
The blood seems to drain out of you while also boiling to the surface of your skin. You try to look unbothered by the comment and while you feel like you succeed Jimin seems to pick up on something if his grin is anything to go off.
“Andthatis exactly why you will never know where he works,” you shoot him a sarcastic smile.
“There can only be so many Yoongi’s in this city. Possibly only the one that works in a pub.”
You frown at him. “And now you’re threatening to what … stalk him?”
“I just want you to ask him out,” it’s his turn to whine.
“When have I ever given you the impression I’d want to ask him out?”
“You called him hot.”
“I hardly know him.”
“Does it matter?”
“To me? Yes,” the words feel a tad bitter leaving your mouth, like a lie, but you’re so determined to convince Jimin and get him off your back that you hardly notice.
“Didn’t seem to matter with Erik,” he points out. “You’ve met him what, once, and yet here you are moping about him.”
“He’s ghosting me. And it feels like shit. It’s not the same,” you reply flatly, eyes go back to your phone as if you’re hoping to find that your words are a lie and there’ll be a message sat waiting for you. There’s not. “Anyway, the point is, what do I do?”
Jimin seems to take pity on you even if he does roll his eyes. He stands, walks over to you so he can sit on the arm of the chair. He doesn’t say anything but seems to look down at you expectantly. When you don’t move you can hear the sigh in his tone.
“Open up Tinder or something then.”
You look down at your phone but still don’t do what Jimin asks. You weren’t expecting the words, especially said so bluntly, so it takes you a second to comprehend. Is he trying to ask you to open up your messages with Erik so he can help evaluate them, or is he telling you to move on and find someone new? As if reading your mind, or more realising you still don’t get it given the time it takes you to do nothing, Jimin clarifies.
“If the guy can’t find the time to reply to you, or message you, or whatever, he doesn’t deserve you. Even if he were to reply to you now I’d tell you to sack him off. You need someone who messages you five minutes after they’ve seen you. Not this,” he waves his hand at the blank screen sat in your lap.
His words sink in and again you’re reminded of Yoongi. Wasn’t that something he said when you saw him after the date? That you deserve someone who you’re excited about, who’s just as excited by you. You shouldn’t settle for fine or good.
And they’re right. Dating is hard, it scares you, you don’t particularly want to drag this out any longer than you need to, but that doesn’t mean you should go for the first guy just because he’s not awful. It’s not like you haven’t dated in the past, but it’s been so long and you never did it like this, were at uni where you managed to meet people through friends and parties and clubs. This is different, requires you to put yourself out there a bit more.
It seems bizarre to you that you went to the pub alone, let alone opened up to two strangers, because it’s so unlike you. Maybe it was the spontaneity of it, rather than this. Which is completely different, requires thought and looking at yourself as others would, trying to paint yourself in a certain light while also wanting to be realistic. Then there’s the anticipation of talking to someone, potentially meeting up with them. Some people find that exciting while you just find it terrifying. The main reason you’ve put off dating for so long. It’s not just the potential rejection, but everything along the way to even get to that point. You have to pour so much of yourself in and you’re scared that it could all be for nothing, that down the line they’ll just realise that you’re not what they want. You’re not exciting, not special, you have nothing that stands out as something someone would want. You’re awkward and anxious and if you’re honest a bit of a mess.
But you still feel lonely. You have Jimin, have lots of other friends, but it doesn’t make it easier when you come home from work to an empty house. When you visit your friends and have to watch them cuddle with their boyfriends on the sofa. When you want to go on a holiday but all your friends already have plans with their partners. When you go out with your friends and they compare what their partners do and don’t do around the house. You feel loved by so many, but it doesn’t stop you also feeling incredibly alone.
“I’ve got some matches already, but I don’t know,” you explain as you give in and unlock your phone and then navigate to Tinder.
Jimin doesn’t say anything as he takes the phone off you, finds his own way to your matches. You sit up straighter, lean into his side to try and better see what he’s looking at.
“He’s cute,” he says, tilting the screen so you can see who he’s talking about.
You hum, not the most enthusiastic sign. “He’s going travelling for a year in two months.”
You don’t have to say anything else, Jimin simply moving on to the next. You don’t have to say anything about this guy, Jimin can clearly see that you’re the only one who’s messaged and he’s not replied.
“He goes home every weekend,” you explain as Jimin taps on the next guy.
“Nothing wrong with that,” Jimin says, scrolling through the chat.
“He takes his washing with him so his mum can do it and leaves with the weekly meals she’s cooked him.”
“Ok,” he says flatly, hearing enough to tap back onto your list of matches.
Your eyes land on the next person he’s going to tap on and snatch the phone back before he can. Jimin turns to you with questioning eyes as you lock your phone.
“And he sent a dick pic.”
Out of everything you’ve said this seems to be the thing that brightens Jimin as if truly interested. You’re almost surprised he doesn’t snatch the phone back off you to look.
“It was his first message and it wasn’t even that impressive,” you say.
“Savage,” Jimin chuckles.
“Can you at least see my issue now?”
“Dating’s wild,” Jimin shrugs as if that’s any sort of answer. “You found some duds –”
“A lot of duds.”
“– but you’ve just got to keep going. Someone will pop up. Someone a whole lot better than Erik.”
You look down at your black screen, as if the name will make a message appear. You sigh, you know he’s right, you just hoped it wouldn’t be his answer. Would it have been so hard for the first guy to be the one? It all seems to only make you think that maybe you’re not worth it. Maybe all your insecurities are right. If you can only match with this bunch of men, maybe that’s more a reflection on you then anything else.
“Sign up for Hinge and Bumble too,” Jimin’s tone is a tad softer, as if realising how down beat you are.
You keep your eyes on your phone, nod your head. Why did you even bother with any of this in the first place? Life isn’t so bad on your own. Maybe you should just be looking at dogs as a companion instead.
“Or ask a certain other guy out instead?”
You glare up at Jimin, see the cheeky smile on his lips and not so gently push your side into him. He topples off the arm of the chair with a yelp and now you have to try and not look so satisfied with yourself. At least he got you to smile.
Genre:romance; fluff; boyfriend!yoongi x girlfriend!reader.
Warnings:brief hints of insecurity; reader’s necklace is pulled; loss of breath.
Yoongi loved nothing more than to see you wrapped in the jewelry he gifted you with.
He adored the twinkle of your eyes that his lavish presents granted him with, and the sweet pecks of thanks you placed to his lips despite how your words seeped between his lips in every kiss, to scold him for spoiling you.
He cherished every teasing graze of his fingertips over your flesh as he clasped the glimmering trinket around your wrist or throat, just to admire the shivers of your body at the mere notion of his touch.
And when your glistening pendant dangled above his chocolate eyes, mesmerizing him as you perched yourself upon his lap and dipped your lips into his, he was simply taken by you.
But it was the moments such as these when he adorned your body with his shimmering presents, he adored most of all; how your irises would reflect their twinkle whilst you admired his gifts within his arms before you hastily pleaded for his deft fingers to place it over your body.
With a gentle laugh, his fingertips would delicately trace the golden threads that glistened under his wanting gaze, as his plush lips greedily absumed the flesh of your nape, the glittering diamonds he bathed you within enticing him to leave not a mere inch of space between your bodies.
A soft gasp would fall from your lips to cut through your reprimands as his lithe fingers tangled themselves within the silvery chains that delicately traced the column of your throat; just to pull you into his chest, whilst bringing your eyes into his own in the waning space.
The glittering trinket that dripped over his fingers tips would whelve into the soft flesh of your clavicle with every curl of his hands, to draw you deeper into his embrace where your lips would meet his as if a golden tie between your souls.
“Have I let you forget already? You are my treasure,” he would whisper with a tender tug to the chain that clung to your neck, beckoning you closer than before until his pink lips grazed yours as he spoke, “you’re mine to cherish, to love and to protect.”
The heat of his lips would burn against yours as every word would create a delectable friction, that was far more priceless than golden rings; the mere contact with your love would make you greedy for so much more of him than the diamonds he dripped over your flesh, you would covet his kiss, his touch, his love- him.
His dark lashes that kissed the tops of your cheeks would certainly flutter your weakened heart whilst he teased you with his kiss, but he would always be just out of your reach as he chuckled softly at your pleadings.
“I suppose I have to remind you just how priceless you are to me.” He would smirk, his heart waltzing in anticipation of confessing to you of his love in every way he knew how.
With a mere twirl of his fingers, he would take the breath from your lungs as his slender fingers knotted themselves within the delicate pendant you wore, to pull you deeper into his love, he would forever tether your heart to his with a golden thread, and it’s hold would never be broken.
⤷Genre:romance; fluff; husband!yoongi x wife!reader.
⤷Warnings:none.
Yoongi was the very creation of all you adored, all melting together within a masterpiece you called your husband
The warmth of his molten eyes swirled with love so much like your favorite cup of coffee just as the soft shape of his nose so strongly resembled your childhood kitten; not to mention the plush pillows of his cheeks that reminded you of the most beloved breads so perfectly; your lover was simply the manifestation of all the things you loved most, into one, perfect being.
Which is why your eyes focused upon his endearing features, instead of all else whilst you basked within his arms and savored the warmth of his love, willing to merely stare at him for as long as he would allow.
And it was with every skim of his lips or shy flutter of his lashes did you think of something other than him, how you wanted nothing more than for your little ones to share the very features you adored.
With the reverie of your future in mind, your fingertips just couldn’t be helped as they lovingly traced over the line of his jaw and followed the imaginary path to the bow of his lips, contently following the pull to very tip of his nose, where you tenderly pressed into the soft curve.
Your heart faltered once his soft irises rounded into two perfect spheres before he locked them upon your own, surprised by the soft gesture, his chest rose and fell hurriedly under your palms, and for a moment, you feared the worst.
But the smoothe skin of his cheeks creased just below his eyes and foretold of the gummy smile that tenderly kissed his lips beneath your gaze, and you gasped softly at the relief.
“What was that, baby?” He breathlessly whispered within every nook and crevice of the flustered laughter you elicited with the loving touches of his skin, that wrote your words of love in his every feature you admired.
Your own breathing grew uneven as his body curled tighter around your own before his nose carefully nuzzled into the crook of your neck, to tickle your flesh with his hot breath as he flustered you endlessly, returning the unintentional favor.
“It just felt right” you shyly admitted, cupping his soft face within your hands as you cooed at your adorable love, “I love how all of your features fit you so perfectly, and I thought-”
Your words perished upon your tongue once a heat that his presence had made you so familiar with kissed every crevice of your skin, when his curiosity drew him away from the gentle kisses he placed within the hollow of your throat, only for his head to tilt, as if to silently inquire deeper into your thoughts until the truth spilled from your lips.
“Our children will be so perfect.” You suddenly blurted, unable to lie to the one who held you so dearly.
Yoongi’s mouth merely gaped within the silence that followed your confession, and for a moment you believed you had said far too much of your heart, until his lips suddenly met yours, in a fleeting kiss, that was almost twice as sweet as your soulmate.
He parted the kiss far too soon for your approval of the contact, but once the rosy hue of his cheeks scrunched with his sweet smile, you found yourself to forgive him, especially once his eyes stared into yours as if you had given him the very stars above whilst his fingers reached to intertwine with your own.
“If they’re anything like you, my love, they could never be anything less.”
Summary: Hybrids have always been known to humanity after scientist decided to test the limits of the animal genetics on humans. Now the world uses them as adoptable companions, which is why a group of friends found their way at a Hybrid Shelter. Though one trip turns into an ugly fight involving Yoongi to walk away—But what happens when that same male finds a cat hybrid that is scared out of her mind with a dark past. Who said that dark past was over?
~Pairing: Min Yoongi (BTS) | Suga x Hybrid f! Reader
Wild feline orbs snapped wide open, panic swirling through them while your senses refused to cooperate from the emotional roller coaster running inside. You hated that everything felt out of control, it was like a slap to the face. A reminder that the past is never really gone, despite Yoongi’s desperate attempts to shake it from your memories.
Without hesitation, you jumped into a defensive stance—practically pure instincts at this point—only to hiss when bumping your head against a hard surface. The sudden harsh movement having you wince as well, the injury on your shoulder blade acting up.
Right now… You felt like a blind man walking through a dark forest, breathing taking a sharp turn as your body trembled—You’re okay… You’re not back. It’s okay, just calm yourself.
A marathon of reassurance—comfort—chanted within, tail flickering and puffing in distress. Although you were still on edge, the words did help regain your five senses… From hearing to smell.
Unconsciously sniffing the air around, inhaling familiar scents that you’ve grown to come accustomed too as your stress decreased and faded. Knowing you were even remotely close to one of the seven puts you at ease. Vision coming back into focus, shaking your head to get it together before observing the surrounding area.
However as much as you tried to forget, focus on something else, like the vibrations taking place underneath your paws from the moving vehicle. Tears still threatened to spill—That dream… You can’t get it out of your head.
It’s been months since you’ve had a nightmare, especially one as real as this…
Yet, the darkness had swallowed and welcomed you back with a sinister grin. Almost as if those demons inside didn’t leave at all, only waiting for your return—Which, in a way, the past did wait… In the depths of your mind until they were triggered back to the open surface.
Shaking the thoughts away with a downward glare, you didn’t realize that your sharpened claws were digging into the carpet ground. The sight forcing you to flinch and crawl away, wanting to come out of hiding but nearly shrieking when tripping over something hard and… fluffy?
You didn’t even have time to catch yourself—So much for cats always landing on their feet as you stumbled before coming into direct contact with something wet and squishy.
Peeking an eye open, widening seeing familiar golden fur and a slightly large snout touching your own small nose—Hoseok.
The dog hybrid was halfway beneath the seat, as if he tried to forcefully squeeze himself through the narrow space. Carefully, you tried to ease yourself out of the way, only to freeze feeling something move and snuggle into your side. Ears perking up, finally noticing Jungkook was here too… In fact, he was probably the cause of your fall.
Huffing, all you could do was stare at the bunny who was sound asleep, squirming around for warmth as he breathed in your scent with a content sigh—Jungkook and Hoseok being there, despite pushing them away earlier, had a warm feeling spread into your heart.
What was this? You couldn’t find a word for it.
It was different, calming, new… Honestly it made you feel fuzzy and light inside.
But what exactly was it? You’ve felt it before with Yoongi. Although it was stronger around him, but you just couldn’t pinpoint what this new feeling was called. Maybe you should talk about it with Namjoon, he once told you that purring was perfectly normal so he should know about this… Right?
It’s funny… Never in your life did you imagine you’d be friends with hybrids that weren’t cut from the same cloth, no less humans for that matter.
Getting on all fours, you gently rolled Jungkook over to the golden retriever so the small hybrid could stay warm with the help of Hoseok’s fur. Cat-like eyes narrowing playfully to make sure the youngest didn’t try to inch himself toward you like the last few times.
When it was clear Jungkook was planning to stay… you turned around and only took a single step before freezing. Hesitating, you glanced behind and inhaled sharply, rushing towards the two hybrids to nuzzle their necks affectionally that caused Hoseok and Jungkook to smile blissfully in their sleep.
More than embarrassed, tail coming to cover half your face, you maneuvered out from underneath the shadows with a silent hiss. The need to know your location being greater than the pain forming on your shoulder, ignoring the sting as you squinted because of the light shining through each window.
Orange and yellow colors flowing in your vision, it seemed to be around sunset outside but still bright enough to where you wanted to crawl back into the shade.
Standing tall on your hind legs, eyes narrowing to the other sleeping hybrids—Jimin and Taehyung being in a cuddle session of their own. Although your head snapped towards the front, humming near the driver’s seat catching your attention almost instantly. You’d know that familiar tune anywhere, automatically speed-walking to get closer as if you were in a trance. Jumping into the lap of the male that changed your life… possibly forever.
Not expecting the sudden weight, Yoongi tensed for a minute before slumping in relaxation when hearing and feeling your purrs rumble throughout his body.
You weren’t sure when Yoongi decided to trade spots with Seokjin, OR when the eldest wasn’t in the car anymore for that matter. But you weren’t complaining, eyes darting out the window. Enjoying the scenery and quietness of the road… It brought a sense of peace.
And when a single hand started combing through your black fur, you didn’t tense like earlier. Instead, practically turning into Jell-O.
Yoongi didn’t bother talking … nor did he mention a word about what happened between you and that hybrid eagle. The music lover knew when to shut up, letting you come to him instead of forcing it out. Yoongi was just happy that you didn’t flinch or shiver in disgust at his touch.
A soft—rare—smile graced Yoongi’s features as you leaned further in his hand with an expression that told him you were in heaven. A much better change than the painful one.
Occasionally, Yoongi would check the rear-view mirror to make sure Seokjin and Namjoon were still following behind in the other vehicle. But for the most part, the side was comforting. The only sound being the lowered music as Yoongi hummed, rapping his favorite verse louder for your ears.
Although you didn’t exactly know where you were or heading… Right now, in this moment.
You’d travel anywhere as long it’s with him.
~
“Psst… Psst, Y/N! Time to wake up.”
Groaning at the noise, you curled up and turned around to face away from the new presence. Only to accidentally rollover, falling off the seat and hitting the ground. Cracking an eye open to glare at the laughing introducers that disturbed your peace.
“And here I thought cats always land on their feet…”
A snickering fox was glancing down as Taehyung towered over you two in his human form with a wide grin, playfulness shining in both their eyes. “Come on, Yoongi sent us to wake you. He wants you to meet someone, we all do!”
Confused, you sleepily got up with a yawn and stretched out your limbs, hissing when straining your shoulder once more. You were a hundred percent certain that it needed to be treated, especially when you didn’t officially know how bad it looked.
In pet circumstances, a vet could do an evaluation without problems… but you weren’t a pet. You’re a hybrid and human form usually is more suitable to check for injuries properly. Especially since you have black fur that covers any bruise or open wound.
The two hybrids glanced at one another in concern, feeling discomfort roll off you in waves. However, you didn’t bother telling them what was wrong, completely avoiding eye contact.
“Where are we?” You mumbled, the question being more directed at Jimin than anything since Taehyung could barely understand without being in his tiger form. Hybrid language was extremely different inside your animal form then it was being human. Taehyung only being able to get the gist of the conversation, but not fully.
“Home!” Jimin shouted excitedly, small yips leaving his mouth as the bright colored tail wagged on like a dog getting a treat—But thanks to your sleep introduced state, you could not focus on the fact that there were other new smells around or the sound of someone gathering the luggage in the trunks.
Home? That didn’t seem right… You all took a whole day trip, only to come back to the beginning? Is this a human and hybrid thing?
Weirdos…
Scratching behind your ears, you didn’t bother listening to what else the two hybrids had to say. Immediately jumping onto the seat where Jimin practically purred at the close proximity, nuzzling his head into yours as Taehyung twirled your black tail around his finger playfully.
Snorting you let out a hiss, only for the warning to be left ignored as they continued. The two already used to you trying to push their affection away, all the hybrids knew that if you didn’t actually want it… You’d do more than hiss.
Alright that’s enough… After nudging the two away, you jumped out the car door that was left open.
The first thing you noticed was how cold the ground and air was, snow scrunching underneath your paws while shivering. Face scrunching up when feeling Jack Frost nip at your nose—However, the second thing that caught your attention was getting lifted off the ground…
By someone that you did not know.
“Is this her?! Yoongi, she’s adorable!! Her beautiful fur reminds me of my little bun!” A women squealed out in awe, your eyes widening at the sight of her. Especially the peanut butter colored bunny ears that flopped down her short-styled hair.
The random women had such wide doe-like eyes that held so much happiness… and it was being directed at you.
You didn’t know how to react to this… because on one hand, you wanted to scratch and bite to freedom—I mean you were a predator and she was prey, you could scare her! But then again… Her eyes held so much warmth that it made you feel safe.
Just who the hell was she?
“Dear… Maybe you should put her down. Poor girl looks like she is going to faint,” Another voice echoed out into the night sky as it started to snow, tensing at the new presence as you swiftly glanced around seeing another bunny hybrid—The guy was slightly less tall than Jungkook, but instead of this women, he had black ears that stood up straight. A large smile forming on him… He had Jungkook’s smile.
“Her name is Y/N, right?”
“Oh! Chim mentioned that on the phone the last time we talked!! What a lovely name, it fits the little black rose perfectly!”
“Yoongi, I can’t believe you adopted a hybrid!! How many times has your mom tried to convince you to get out the house or schedule blind dates? At least now she’ll stop since you have a hybrid to take care of. I’m sure Y/N will have no problems whipping you into shape.”
Yoongi scoffed, turning his head sideways as a light blush rose on his cheeks from being called out. The action causing all the adult parents to laugh at the pouty expression Yoongi was showing, Though while it embarrassed him, you grew more on edge from being surrounded.
Eyes growing wide seeing multiple couples, from an orange and white tiger… to brownish and gold fur retrievers. Then finally a pair of bright orange and red foxes… However, you didn’t see any other couple that wasn’t considered a hybrid.
Eventually it started to feel like you were being suffocated, trying to wiggle out of the female’s grasp that only made you hiss from how much movement you were doing as the smell of fresh blood reached your nose. However it probably would’ve been noticed if where you were inside a closed space and not outside a snowy environment.
Though the sudden action had everyone freezing in alarm and concern before understanding lit up—They were overwhelming you. Although it was hard to detect in the wind, the strongest sense in the air was pain and fear… along with something else that smelled familiar to them. But from what Yoongi explained about your past… It would be best not to make a first bad impression by bringing up horrid memories.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!! I—I didn’t mean to be rude,” The women stumbled upon her words, ears pinning back as an embarrassed blush painted her cheeks red. Gently, she placed you down on the cold ground where you unconsciously hissed at everyone to back off, back arching as high it could go while tail bristled in anger.
The defensive position had the parents deflating, sadness filling them as the others eye’s softened—Maybe it was a mistake not to inform you that they were coming here…
“Y/N, it’s okay… You can trust them. It’s about time you meet the big family,” Namjoon calmly explained, crouching near as the four hybrids smiled in reassurance. Giving you an encouraging nod before standing next to the ones that shared similar traits with them—Are these their parents?
“Maybe we should let Y/N get settled in first! I bet she’s dying to eat a nice hot meal and shake off the cold—Yoongi… Namjoon… Your parents should be inside finishing up dinner. While Jin, your parents are getting the rooms ready,” Mrs. Jung spoke up, brownish tail wagging as the sun radiated off her smile.
Nodding in agreement, Namjoon ruffled your head before Yoongi came to scroop you up in his arms. Unzipping his jacket so he could wrap you up in it, becoming your personal heater.
During the trail, you watched how all the boys were in a good mood… Despite them being tired from staying up too late. Laughter could be heard a mile away as they joked around with big grins, even Jungkook had tears falling when being embraced by each of his parents.
Just then a flick was felt upon your ear that caused you to glare upward, Yoongi smirking down before an annoyed hiss fell from your lips that had him chuckling in amusement. The sound catching everyone’s attention, secretly glancing over their shoulders to coo. As well sighing in relief seeing Yoongi open up to someone that wasn’t his parents or the boys.
Soon enough, after heading through the darkness and snowy fog… You could make out a building that was neatly decorated as Christmas lights shined the pathway—This is a house?! It looks like a castle!!
Your mouth couldn’t help but drop when seeing a semi-giant mansion…
“Speechless dearie? Believe me… I was too when our seven boys surprised us with it,” Mrs. Kim stated, walking slower to keep in pace with Yoongi as she saw the awe shine in your eyes. Smiling at her son and husband that were ahead them, black and white tail blending into the snowy environment while it swished around.
Yoongi rolled his eyes, a small grin forming as he stared at the big house that was coming more into view—Wait was that? You couldn’t help but snicker in amusement when feeling Yoongi puff out his chest in pride. It seems the sight of the house inflated his ego…
“…All of you deserved it from how much you put up with us. We all have successful jobs… It was about time we lend a hand,” Yoongi explained with a far-off look in his eyes at the mention of being successful. While he did work in the music industry, Yoongi didn’t just want to be claimed as another random face… He wanted to make a name for himself that the world knew and deep in his gut, something told him that was coming soon. “Ah, anyways… All we did was start the race; it was you all that finished it remember? I hear the clinic and restaurant are the talk of the town, soon it’s going to go global—Eomma even told me your starting your own fashion line… What’s that all about?”
At the comment, Taehyung’s mom ended up coughing in her hand as she grew shy… The only people who actually knew about that was the ladies and her husband. Mrs. Kim didn’t even tell her son about what she was planning to release next fall. “Yes well… You didn’t think Taetae got his fashion sense from his father, did you?”
Yoongi laughed in agreement, glancing at the two male tigers to see one sporting a designer outfit while the other was wearing something that was entirely mismatched. The music lover couldn’t help but flinch seeing the terrible combination… Even HE had some fashionable sense.
Finally arriving at the front door, the guys were the first to rush into the house to get out of the cold weather. Dragging snow with them that had the woman glaring at the mess, pulling off their coats to put away. Honestly, you were surprised when Yoongi didn’t shed off his jacket as well or even ask if you’d sit on the floor from how much heat you were adding.
Suddenly a delicious aroma filled the room, it had your stomach grumbling in anger. In fact, you don’t think you’ve eaten anything since breakfast, and it seemed the smell wasn’t only affecting you. The other hybrids practically melting on the spot as drool formed, following the smell.
It wasn’t hard to find where it was coming from, Yoongi settling you down on the counter when spotting a beautiful women facing away from everyone. She was wearing an elegant black outfit, long hair tired up as she focused on chopping. The lady looked like Yoongi when he cooks.
Speaking of him…
“Eomma…. I’m home.”
Snapping her head up, eyes growing wide as she accidentally dropped the knife on the floor that had you jumping into a defensive position. Relaxing slightly when seeing the women throw herself into Yoongi’s awaiting arms before she pulled away. Placing a single hand on his cheek that had Yoongi leaning in for comfort.
“Oh my boy… Wait, am I sure your him? My, Yoongi, was never this handsome,” Mrs. Min snorted as Yoongi rolled his eyes, gently pushing his mother’s hand away playfully.
“Okay… Well you ruined the moment,” Yoongi chuckled.
“I was just kidding dumpling… Of course your mine, only I could create such a beautiful child,” Mrs. Min chuckled as she reached for the knife on the floor, placing it in the sink before turning around to get a better view at her son. However, her eyes widen seeing Yoongi’s shirt… “Oh my!! Yoongi you’re bleeding! Are you okay?!”
“Bleeding? What, are you finally going crazy? What are you talking about, I’m not…” Yoongi scrunched up his nose in confusion, glancing down at his shirt only to freeze. There, right in the middle, was in fact a blood stain… Although it was not a lot, it was still alarming.
“This doesn’t make sense…” Yoongi mumbled, thinking back on what happened today as his mother fused over him on possibly being injured. It was then that a light bulb lit up in his head… Y/N. Maybe that fight with the hybrid eagle did more than damage your mental health.
Ignoring his mother, Yoongi slowly crept to where you sat with a clinging Jimin. The fox being putty in your arms as you pat his head with a single paw. Giving a shushing sign when the hybrids spotted him getting closer. When Yoongi was close enough, he spotted your black fur had a shining wet coat to the shoulder. Although he couldn’t tell if it was blood or not.
Narrowing his eyes, Yoongi whispered an apology before touching the wet spot that had you wincing and letting out a loud cry. A deadly hiss escaping as wild eyes stared into Yoongi’s soul, everyone gathering into the kitchen when hearing the sound.
It surprised the parents when something triggered in their four boys, startled eyes watching them transform as they stood guard in front as Yoongi stared at the tips of his fingers that had fresh blood on it. Snapping up when hearing growls ring through the air as the hybrids eyed him suspiciously, only backing down when you finally relaxed seeing it was just Yoongi.
Seokjin and Namjoon stared with worry, wondering what the hell was going on. The two coming up behind Yoongi to peer down at what he was looking at that had curiosity grow in the parents too. Suddenly a gasp left one of them, the eldest being the first to react.
“Someone get my dad, immediately!!! Y/N’s hurt!!”
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Welcome to the thirteenth chapter of Changing One’s Tune! Thank you lovelies for your patience. All my hard-work finally paid off, I graduated with my associates!
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Summary: There will always be a time when someone spirals between reality and fantasy, forcing yourself upon the visible barrier with a single hand reaching out for that one daydream—Wishing, wanting, needing for it to be true! But when it’s about an inch from your grasp… You wake up once more.
What if that world you see isn’t imaginary? What if it’s a predication? The red string that connects everyone together—What if its… fate?
~Pairing: Min Yoongi (BTS) | Hybrid Suga x f! Reader
~Genre: Angst & Fluff, Hybrid au
~Word count: 1K
A/N: This is just a preview (Glimpse) of what’s to come. This is not the whole chapter or story. Please be patient, and here’s a taste of my newest story coming soon! Thank you.
Parts: 1/? -> Coming Soon…
I’ve been having these weird dreams lately… of a world like no other.
It’s almost familiar~
But when I open my eyes, it scatters like a far-off memory.
Makes me wonder…
Is any of this real, or simply hope for a better fantasy?
“Y/N let’s go! —Get your lazy ass up and remember us already!”
You woke with a gasp, sweat lining your forehead while unconsciously kicking the covers off to cool down. Swiftly, you glanced around the room to see sunlight cracking through the colored curtains as it lined up perfectly, dancing with even the smallest shadows—Bedroom… You were in a bedroom.
Specifically, the bedroom you resided in as objects that practically had your name invisibly engraved with ownership burned holes right back from staring.
What was that? A dream?
Or…
Suddenly, you jumped in fright when an alarm rang throughout the quite bedroom. Your eyes widening, loosing all train of thought to scramble for the phone that kept buzzing on top of your nightstand. You yourself flinched at the noise; it was like hearing a screeching fire alarm that would’ve had anyone trying to claw off their ears to gain silence.
Quickly shutting down the alarm—not wanting to wake up your family either—you groaned in despair seeing the familiar reminder to take medication. Sight transferring from staring at the wall to the ceiling, body landing with a soft thump against the bedsheets. A silent cry leaving your lips, into a pair of hands.
Youhated it—Despised everything that was related to an issue involving medical or mental. Glaring towards the organized pill container, the little box laying not far from yourself.
Ever since you were a mere child, night and day were the times you had to drown a pair of tablets or capsules with water. The medication being prescribed, along with some much-needed vitamins apparently. Your parents explained they were necessary, important, and not a day should pass by where you miss a single dose.
Doctor appointment after another, each one telling you the same thing. It was like living inside a broken record player as it constantly repeated.
All of them explained it was to cope with anxiety, depression and other vital things… Something that had you scrunching up in confusion, because it didn’t feel like any of the medication was working or helping with those specific problems—Who were you to judge or go against a professional’s opinion?
But then…
A bad week came where you missed a few doses, such as last night for example. It had panic swelling inside, trying to hide any evidence as best as you could when seeing the still full container that read the exact time and date it was missed.
You must’ve gotten paler in color when your mother practically burst inside the room to make sure the medication was taken. Lies falling off your lips as a nervous smile graced itself. Though it wasn’t long until she left, satisfaction upon her face as you finally released a giant breath of relief before landing on your bed with an exhausted grumble. Eyes slowly drooping, and dark engulfing yourself.
However, unlike the other times where it would just be a blink away until morning. This felt different… It was almost like a gateway, your asleep brain wanting to process all the little visions that flew past in a hurry as the darkness started to grow brighter ahead.
For a second, you feared it was death—But then, you’d wake up and it would all disappear once more like if nothing happened.
Maybe it was only a glimpse of a dream?
A dream… something you haven’t had since your childhood.
Frowning, you snapped out of it while shaking your head to get rid of last night’s memories. You needed to focus on taking your medication before forgetting once more—The important pills were the first to go, wincing when they touched your tongue, leaving an ugly taste in its wake. It had you gagging, forcefully swallowing the tablets, as a familiar voice from inside your dreams faded away into ashes. Nose wiggling in distaste when feeling like your entire brain was getting wiped clean, leaving it hazy to even think.
Although, you didn’t have time to process anything more. Yelps leaving your mouth when seeing the time, running around the room to appear presentable and ready before the clock reminded you again on how late your running.
Cussing when knocking down the open water bottle to the floor, deciding to let it dry instead of cleaning up the mess before snatching the small backpack that was hanging upon the wooden door. You tried not to waste any time as the main lights were switched off, hopping on a single foot to slip inside your shoes with difficulty.
The idea of being tardy had stress building up, accidentally slamming your bedroom door a tad loud for anyone’s liking. But it was too late… The damage was done as you rushed throughout the hall, wanting to make it outside before hearing complaints and a whole lecture from your parents. Hurriedly setting a pace, you didn’t bother noticing something quite particular that happened all around.
Reflections that were supposed to have yourself… Didn’t.
There was not one that showed a body or face, well, at least not yours. Eyes that belonged to seven figures secretly gazing at you with a frown etched into their faces, glancing at one another before disappearing as you passed by without a second thought.
Throughout the years, they saw you change as life goes on… But not in the good way—They watched your eyes grow dimmer, weight on your shoulders growing heavily, and true-self distancing further into the pits of your heart.
And they couldn’t do a thing about it.
At least, not yet—For now… All they can do is watch over like guardians without you being able to see them. Watching, until the day comes where you’d remember everything.
Little did any of you know. That day would be coming along much sooner than anticipated as a container inside your room fell to the ground with a crackle. It bounced a few times, the fall causing the cap to pop off before rolling away. However, it wasn’t alone. Pills getting discarded in groups before finally landing with a silent splash… in the puddle of water, medication dissolving and getting soggy.
Now ruined.
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Welcome to the future story of DAYDREAM!
Now, like I mentioned before… This is just a taste of what’s to come. This is NOT the actual full chapter or story! It’s just that I’ve been real busy, but wanted to give you lovelies a little something. Comment what you think so far, I’ll try to have the full chapter ASAP! Thank you.
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Summary: Hybrids have always been known to humanity after scientist decided to test the limits of the animal genetics on humans. Now the world uses them as adoptable companions, which is why a group of friends found their way at a Hybrid Shelter. Though one trip turns into an ugly fight involving Yoongi to walk away—But what happens when that same male finds a cat hybrid that is scared out of her mind with a dark past. Who said that dark past was over?
~Pairing: Min Yoongi (BTS) | Suga x Hybrid f! Reader
~Genre: Angst & Fluff, Hybrid au
~Word Count: 3.7K
**WARNING: This chapter contains bullying, PTSD, and slight violence… If this makes you uncomfortable or triggers you in anyway. Please do NOT read!**
The female leader snapped out of her shock, puffing out her chest and straightening up at the challenge. Blackish and brown eagle wings bristled behind, flexing wide to show her dominance over you. The action immediately causing the two lackies to submit, avoiding all eye contact as possible by tilting their heads toward the ground. Their bodies hunching over to curl in on themselves to appear smaller than they actually are.
“What’s this, a mere cat is standing up for a fox hybrid? Dear… You do know that your nothing but prey to him, right?” The hybrid snapped, anger bursting inside that someone below her species was giving off a defiance. Not appreciating how you didn’t show an ounce of submission or fear, only unconsciously straightening up more to show off your power instead.
Though the eagle hybrid made no sign of moving, fierce eyes calculating her odds and tactics before attacking.
“This mere cat is going to kick your ass if you don’t get out of here. Unlike you dear, I am more bite than bark,” You hissed, teeth baring as the white lie fell easily from your lips as if it was true. Although you’d love to think that you could rip the bird’s head off with no problem, you also knew that fighting was not your strongest ability.
As well, going up against a predator? That was a death wish waiting to happen.
Still… One glance at Jimin, and you knew it was worth a shot to try. Rather taking on all three if it meant that he would be safe—But the comment seemed to upset the bird hybrid more, a screeching noise that sounded more animalistic echoed throughout the air that had your sensitive ears flinching. Even causing some real birds to fly off while rodents ran for cover, neither wanting to be a victim.
Tensing, you watched all logic go out the window when seeing the female’s eyes shine with nothing but wrath and lust for blood… You’re blood.
Cat reflexes starting to kick in and go into overdrive, hearing the whistling sound of the wind as the hybrid’s wings stretched out to give her an extra boost in steps. You barely managed to jump out of the way in time to avoid being tackled to the ground.
However, a hiss left your lips noticing that she was much closer to a statue-like Jimin The idea of the hybrid being remotely lose to him left a bitter taste on your tongue, not wasting time to practically force the eagle to follow with a tight grip upon her wing. Squeaks of pain leaving the bird’s mouth with a surprised gasp, especially after getting roughly shoved to the snowy ground by the other’s two feet.
“Pretty feathers, too bad there attached to someone with a shitty personality,” You scoffed, twisting a single feather that managed to get yanked undone between your thumb and index finger. Golden eyes following the movement, zooming in on the beautiful feather that fell to the street before the wind picked it up and out of sight.
During that time, you didn’t know better that the fuse to a bomb inside started to ignite. Everything going by so fast, not allowing you to process anything until it was too late.
Choking from the force, you staggered back when a punch to the face had your eyes watering. You didn’t even have time to defend yourself before more assaults came that had you coughing and wheezing. The eagle hybrid didn’t hesitate or have any regrets as she kneed you in the stomach that made your body double over in pain to the ground. She didn’t even give you a chance to catch your breath before another blow was delivered that had you crying out—Get up… A chant-like marathon echoed throughout your head, teary eyes cracking open slightly to see the bright sky.
Except, another the swing of the female’s leg had your body forcing itself to the side from the powerful kick. Blue sky long gone as your body felt like it was on fire, lungs burning for oxygen and ears pinning back in distress. The feeling had you curling in on yourself.
“Pathetic… Not saying anything now, huh kitty? I wonder what that fox thinks of you, trying to defend his honor, only to end up like a piece of gum on the floor. You couldn’t even put up much of a fight,” A voice cackled near your ear, her presence looming over you as the eagle bent down with a scowl.
The mention of the fox hybrid had your eyes snapping open straight away, searching before landing on a shivering figure. You had no idea how much time passed or if the others were looking for the two of you, but right now. In this moment… You couldn’t give a single fucks as your eyes focused on the tear stains that was covering dried up blood from the mark that SHE caused.
Biting your tongue, you fought against the pain in your stomach and everywhere else. The taste of copper tainting your taste buds from the punch in the face earlier. The hybrid, who’s guard was down, let out a shocked gasp as she staggered backwards from an elbow to the face. It distracted the eagle enough to let you stand up.
The sudden turn of events had the other two hybrids springing into action. Thankfully the two were much smaller than you, being easier to knock them down with little trouble.
Panting in exhaustion, not noticing the taller hybrid behind you until it was too late as a silent scream fell from your lips. Sharp talons digging into your shoulder blade that had you wanting to fall to the ground and cry.
“You’re starting to piss me off,” Hands shoved you with little effort and care into the wall right next to Jimin, causing him to winch at the sound it made. Biting your lip, you stared directly into cold eyes with no fear… Not wanting to give her the satisfaction that you were in pain all over.
“Jimin… Leave,” You croaked out, the comment had the eagle smirking at the requested demand. She didn’t even bother to take her eyes off you, knowing damn well that the fox wasn’t worth it anymore. But the girl that tried to stop her from having “fun” …Well that was a different story, and she was determined to leave a life learning lesson here to never mess with someone below your own species again.
“Wha—”
“NOW!” You growled, holding onto the wrist of the hand that was planted against your own throat. You could feel the cold touch of the sterling silver metal from your tag rubbing into the skin, gritting your teeth when the black collared tightened. Ears flickering when hearing the fox hybrid scramble to his feet and run in a hurry, scared yips leaving his mouth as the smell of roses and peaches faded away.
“Sending the fox away? Good idea kitty… We wouldn’t want him third wheeling on our little fun together,” The eagle grinned devilishly, her grip tightening that had you clenching with the idea of being corned until Jimin gets help. “What should I do with you? …Break a bone? How about leave a permanent scar?”
The list went on that would have had most people shiver in fear, but you showed no signs. In fact, you stared dead in the eye of the women that had won this fight with a hard glare… It didn’t upset you as much as you would’ve thought.
It was fine.
Jimin was safe and that was all that mattered. You handled far worse anyways, and the thought of Jimin going through the same thing as the light dimmed out of his eyes was worth being in this place instead of him.
Golden eyes scanned your face, humming deep in thought on what she could do. However a single movement had her slightly glancing up as a wide smile formed, her feather that was plucked earlier and picked up by the wind flew by next to your fluffy black cat ears. It had her grin growing wider than the grinch. “Oh, I know exactly what to do with you darling.”
“How about an eye for an eye? You remember my pretty little feather? …Well it’s time that I pluck something of yours too,” A sickly sweet voice caught your attention, nose scrunching up in confusion on what that meant until something happened that had you stiffening.
Sharp long nails dragging along the tip to the base of your ear, the action having it flinch back in disgust at the feeling. It didn’t feel anything like the way Yoongi does it, how it always felt comforting when he brushed his fingers in your fur or scratched around that area.
No—This felt wrong and frighteningly… familiar.
It felt like an ice-cold bucket of water was thrown over your body, breathing starting to turn ragged as your pupils widen in fear. Palms feeling sweaty as your tail wrapped around you in comfort as best it could, while your mouth went dangerously dry—Just like that… you weren’t on the side of a convenience store pinned down, you weren’t with a threatening eagle hybrid, there was no such thing as Yoongi (That has been searching for you for a while in worry).
No… You were at a place that you’d only seen in dreams. Somewhere you never wanted to physically return too.
You were back, and that familiar face staring deep into your soul had you paling hard. A hand that was pressing your collar against your throat wasn’t there, but an itchy rope that had you wanting to vomit as it dug deeper into your skin. Panicked eyes watching as the mouth moved, not hearing a single word over the ringing of your own heartbeat. You felt the all too familiar feeling of something being broken inside your body, when in reality, everything was in their rightful place.
“Filth, people like you should be an abomination. Don’t worry, I know a perfect remedy that will have you knowing your place in life,” The laugh had you shivering in place, a cold touch against your fluffy ears made you freeze—Then…
Red.
That’s all you saw while fighting the force that was trying to hold you in place. Vicious hisses that held nothing, but venom left your lips as you screamed, fighting with all your might. You didn’t even realize what you were doing in the real world as you kept up your assault against the face that haunted your mind. The reason you ran and never looked back, the person that had you preparing to die in an alleyway instead of in that house—Raising your arm, you were about to deliver the final bowl against the slightly cracked mirror of your past.
That is until a hand reached out to grab your wrist in a calming/gentle, but forceful manner.
The action had you crying out in anger, feral slit eyes swiftly looking for the one responsible that immobilized your clenched fist. However, you froze… wild green eyes coming face-to-face with concerned chocolate drop eyes.
Yoongi.
Everything faded away, the memories melting to nothing but a hazy mess. Yoongi’s grip relaxing and releasing your wrist when seeing you come back to your senses as your posture relaxed, hand unclenching. Glancing down, your eyes widen when seeing you straddling the unconscious hybrid. Her face covered in scratch marks, bites, and bruises. Blood rolling down her parted lips, the only sign that she was still alive was the up and down breathing of her chest.
Scanning the area, you noticed the others here as well—Jimin shaking in place as Hoseok tried to comfort the fox hybrid, while Namjoon tried to pull the other three from practically strangling the two hybrids that stared upon you with fear in their own eyes. Scared squeaks leaving them as they didn’t hesitate to transform into their bird forms, flying away when seeing they now had your attention on them.
“I… I’m sorry, I—” You stuttered over your words, not exactly knowing what to say. Hell, you didn’t even know who exactly you were apologizing too. Hands blindly finding the ground to help you stand on wobbly legs. Stumbling in pain or fear, you didn’t know… Shakily turning to leave back to the car. However before you could even make a single step in that direction, someone grabbed your hand to stop yourself from leaving. The action making you tense once more.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!!” You shouted, yanking in back with not much effort before wrapping your own warms around you as a shield. As if it was going to make you turn invisible against the world. Directing your sharp gaze to whoever reached out for you, eyes widening when seeing a hurt expression on Jungkook’s face.
This was the first time that you actually saw fright in the bunny’s eyes as he staggered back before quickly hopping to hide behind his hyungs. Immediately guilt consumed your heart that had you wanting to reach out to the youngest, but you didn’t. You couldn’t… Not right now at least.
“I’m sorry… Jungkook I—Just… please, leave me alone,” You whispered out in a broken voice, tightly closing your eyes shut to not see the others faces. Afraid they will be staring at you in disappointment, anger, or disgust. You didn’t waste time to run towards one of the cars, slamming the door closed as you transformed to hide underneath the seat, far from everyone. Staring off into the distance, tears silently streaming down and staining your fur.
The hybrids tagged along in the car you were in to try and comfort you, but to no avail. Tension in the air was thick, and the smell of blood had the hybrids whimpering as they felt you in pain. Even Jungkook was worried, despite being snapped at like if you were ready to bite his head off. He knew that you didn’t mean it.
No one said a word for the whole ride, not even music played on in the background.
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“PSTD?” Yoongi frowned, eyebrow raising in question as Seokjin explained the symptoms and how it develops after a traumatic situation.
The seven stood outside the car, their last stop before their final destination since a bathroom break was much needed right about now. However, you still refused to come out of your hiding spot in the car. Not even bothering to transform back, it was starting to make everyone anxious with worry on not seeing your smile. They were so use to you starting to become comfortable around them that this setback was unsettling.
“This actually explains what happened hours earlier. She could have gained it when Y/N lived with her old owner—I mean… Y/N has only lived with Yoongi for close to a year now but for her mind it could still be fresh down memory lane,” Namjoon nodded along in agreement, deep in thought as the rest of the males tensed at the idea of you reliving the exact moment that caused you pain. “None of us have the whole story on what exactly happened in her past, but whatever it was… It had a major impact on her mental state.”
“What should we do then? She’s in a fragile state right now, we should help—I should help! What do you need me to do? …Yoongi?” Hoseok whined, sad puppy dog eyes starting to water as his floppy ears drooped over in distress. Immediately looking towards the second oldest with permission to go and cuddle you.
Hoseok didn’t like the fact that you were in pain, or that you were starting to shut yourself down from them again. The dog hybrid prided himself on being able to help anyone, especially his loved ones. So feeling useless right now was foreign to him, instincts screaming at him to go make you feel better until your eyes sparkled brighten than the sun.
“Well the first thing we can do is be patient, Hobi. None of us should rush her to do anything she doesn’t feel like doing. It will just put more pressure on her mental state that will have Y/N pushing us further away,” Seokjin stated firmly, nods of understanding going around as Hoseok deflated slightly but didn’t protest. Although the seven wished to do more than sit back until you decided to come towards them again, they also knew that giving you space was something that was desperately needed.
“Honestly, the best thing any of us can do right now is act normal. If we just be ourselves around her, Y/N will start to relax and ease up,” Jimin encouraged, a small smile breaking out to lift their sour moods. The comment had everyone’s gaze turning on the fox hybrid with soft eyes.
It took an hour until Jimin could calm down and fully speak a full sentence, and yet even so, he would rather look out for others instead of himself.
“That’s a great idea—How are you feeling though? Does this still sting?” Seokjin asked in concern, cupping Jimin’s face gently as a single thumb rubbed against the small bandage on the fox’s cheek. Despite wincing from the wound, Jimin looked up at the oldest with innocent eyes as his tail waved around in happiness.
“I’m fine! In the beginning… I was a little shaken up, but if it hasn’t been for Y/N. Well let’s just say that I’m grateful she was there for me in time,” Jimin sighed in adoration for the black cat, wanting nothing more than to go and cuddle you in thanks for protecting him against those three females. The mating season making Jimin turn into putty at the thought of a cuddle session later.
At the confession, Taehyung sighed in relief, letting out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding in. The white tiger not wasting time to hug his best friend in comfort and reassurance, for both of them.
When the both of you disappeared for a long time, everyone was in distraught as they searched around the gas station for you guys. None of them thinking to look on the side of the building as their minds were scrambled with possible scenarios on what happened—Not even the hybrids could track you and Jimin down, their sense of small not being able to pinpoint anything out against the bunch of scents that were mixed in the outside air. But when Jimin came running towards them in fear and panic without you by his side, they immediately knew something was wrong.
Especially after a terrified and wild scream was heard that had Yoongi on edge when recognizing your tone of voice.
“Although this is no one’s fault, we all should’ve known better to keep a better eye on Jimin. His rut attracts unwanted attention and—Wait a second… Guys, where’s Jungkook?” Namjoon started to lecture everyone, even himself, until he counted the group. Needing to do a double take when realizing the bunny hybrid was missing.
“What? He was here a minute ago,” Yoongi mumbled, scrunching up his nose as everyone now started to search for the tall hybrid. They didn’t even notice Jungkook leaving them during their conversation, the bunny hybrid being silent when he wants to be.
“We didn’t step on him, right?!” Hoseok panicked, immediately transforming to sniff the ground as Seokjin looked under the car in case the bunny was hiding. Taehyung didn’t waste time to transform as well, deciding to search the ground but making sure to be close to Jimin. The fox hybrid trying to use the white tiger’s body as a small stool to peak over the car’s roof because the thing about Jungkook is… He likes to hide anywhere in the most unconventional places.
“Did we leave this car door open?” Namjoon asked, confusion all over his face at the cracked open door. The question catching everyone’s attention as they all but ran to squeeze themselves through the door but seeing no one. That is until they heard soft little snores underneath the seat that didn’t sound at all like you.
Each member of the group trying to peak underneath the car seat, eyes widening seeing the bunny hybrid huddled up in a content sleeping position. They couldn’t help but sigh as they smiled when you unconsciously curled around the black fluff ball as Jungkook snuggled further into your side with a twitch of his button nose.
Earlier when his hyungs was explaining the situation you were currently going through, Jungkook decided to sneak away without warning. There was determination in his wide doe eyes as he transformed into a bunny as soon as he stepped into the car. Not hesitating to crawl in a slow movement toward your sleeping form, being extra careful to not alert you of his presence. Afterwards, sleep was not hard to come by as he got wrapped up in your warmth and lovely scent. Loving when your tail wrapped around him like a blanket.
“That sneaky little brat…”
It wasn’t long before the rest of the hybrids found themselves asleep in the car too. Hoseok knocked out at the foot of the seat in a comfortable rolled up position, wanting to be close to you as well but not being able to fit underneath the seat like Jungkook. Nearby Taehyung and Jimin were both sleeping together, but in the backseat, the fox cuddled up in the arms of the white tiger.
Everyone was comfortable as music played on, until a phone started to ring. Yoongi reaching out in his pocket to stop the sound from waking the hybrids up as he answered the incoming call. Seokjin’s voice echoing throughout the walkie-talkie from the other car. Not bothering to stop his rapping skills as he continued to drive, yelling at someone out the window as they cut him off.
“Hello? No, yeah, we’re almost there—Yah, what do you mean that I’m a sloth?! I wasn’t the one driving half the time! …Yes, I can’t wait for you to meet her too. Okay, we’ll see you soon. Bye, eomma.”
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Welcome to the twelfth chapter of Changing One’s Tune! Thank you lovelies for your patience— Ding, Ding, Ding… Winner: YOU! Although now you have to deal with something much harder…
Meet the parents.
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warnings: NSFW, dom!suga, lil degrading…. lotta praise!
word count: 4498
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This was your worst nightmare. Never in a million years did you think that you were stupid enough to do it, but here you are. Running for your life to the gym where your best friends were practicing, praying to gods that Daichi is strict about no one being on their phones. Because while you were taking very… not school appropriate photos… you accidentally sent one to your best friend, Koushi Sugawara. You didn’t live too far from the school, so you were hoping that by the time you got to the gym that the boys would still be practicing. You could take Suga’s phone, delete the photo, and act like nothing happened.
That was the best case scenario. What actually happened was that you barged into the gym to see the boys cleaning up. Your eyes skimmed the room madly, looking for Suga. Tanaka and Noya ran over to you, but you completely ignored them. Instead you asked where Suga was, desperation in your tone.
“Last I saw he was in the equipment room with Hinata,” Noya said, pointing at the closet across the gym, “I see Hinata’s hair, so if he’s not there you could ask him?”
“Thanks!” you yelled as you took off towards the closet. Daichi looked at you suspiciously as you ran, wanting to call out to you. He didn’t, however, because you had this insane look in your eyes and he definitely didn’t want to be the one to stop you in the middle of this. When you got to the door and looked into the small room, you saw that there was only Hinata inside. He smiled at you, but it quickly vanished when he saw the panic in your expression.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” Hinata asked worriedly, stepping towards you.
“No time,” you panted, “Where is Suga?”
“Changing I think?” he said in a questioning tone. You nodded, taking off once more.
You were very aware of the eyes on you at the moment. The entire team wanted to know what was happening, but you wouldn’t stop running. You couldn’t. You had to get to him before he checked his phone. So, despite the exhaustion creeping in your legs, you ran as fast as you could.
Finally, you made it to the changing room. You didn’t think twice as you swung the door open, “Suga!”
Silence. He was there. Standing right in front of you. He was sitting down…
With his phone in his hand.
“No,” you cried out, trying to take the phone from his hands. He just looked at you with wide eyes. He moved the phone away from your reach, standing up so he could hold it over you.
“I have a feeling you didn’t mean to send me that,” he quipped, looking down at you with an amused smile.
“Stop smiling at me, you jerk!” you whined, jumping up in an attempt to reach the phone, “It was an accident!”
“You were in my jersey,” he grinned, looking up at the photo once more.
Defeat. That’s all you felt. Utter defeat.
You fell to your knees in exhaustion, dropping your face in your hands, “Can we pretend it didn’t happen please?”
He looked down at you with a soft smile before handing you the phone, “Here,” he said softly, “Delete it.”
You looked up at him in surprise, “Really?”
“Yeah,” he chuckled, allowing you to take it from his hands, “You didn’t mean to send it. I’m not going to keep it if you don’t want me to.” He sunk down to his knees in front of you, a warm smile on his face. He watched you as you deleted it, a small inch of relief taking you over.
“Thank you,” you whispered, keeping your head down as you handed his phone back to him, “Can we pretend that it didn’t happen?”
He was silent for a moment before he finally answered, “No. No I don’t think so.”
You flinched slightly, your frown growing deeper, “It was an accident, Suga.”
He nodded, shoving his phone back into his pocket, “I understand that you sending it was an accident, but-” his hand reached out to your chin, slowly lifting your face up until your eyes met his, “wearing my jersey? That wasn’t an accident, was it?”
“No,” you whispered, stunned by the look in his eyes.
“Didn’t think so,” he grinned, “Who were you going to send it to?”
“No one. I was just- I just wanted to take a photo.”
“In my jersey? With my name across your back?” his voice was deep, slightly strained. It was as if remembering the photo, picturing the way your half naked body looked as you sat on your knees, legs spread open to show your lacy black underwear… seriously affected him. His thumb gently brushed your cheek, “What else have you done while wearing my jersey?”
Your face turned bright red, making Suga chuckle. You wanted to lie. Say that the photo was the only thing you had done, but he knew you better than that. He would know you were lying.
“I guess that answers my question, doesn’t it?” he grinned happily, standing up from the ground. You watched him curiously, but he didn’t speak. He just stuck out his hand to help you off the ground.
“You’re not angry, are you?” you asked sheepishly, not brave enough to look him in the eyes.
“Definitely not angry, Y/N,” he answered you, “I don’t think anybody would be angry about that.” You sighed a breath of relief, thankful that you weren’t going to be lectured. He smiled down at you, ruffling your hair slightly.
“Okay so since that’s dealt with,” you laughed awkwardly, looking down at your feet, “I’m going to go home now. And drown myself in embarrassment.” You turned to leave, but Suga stopped you by holding onto your wrist.
“You’re not leaving just yet,” he smiled, stepping towards you. His free hand cradled the back of your neck, moving it to where you were looking up at him, “We-”
He was abruptly cut off by Hinata and Kageyama bursting into the room. When they saw the position Suga was holding you in, it was almost as if they froze in midair. You smiled sheepishly at the boys, pulling yourself away from Suga. Begrudgingly he let you go, looking at the two boys with a glare.
“I’m gonna go home, okay?” you smiled up at Suga, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“I’ll walk you home, just let me finish getting ready okay?” you nodded at him, squeezing past the two first years to get out of the door.
“I’ll be in the gym waiting okay? I wanna say hi to Kiyoko.”
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The walk back to your house was strangely quiet. Normally you and Suga talk the entire way there and occasionally he’d come in and hang with you just to talk about whatever weird topic the two of you could land on. But today he was silent. You knew that sending the photo was going to make things a little awkward, but he won’t even look at you right now.
When you finally made it to your door, he smiled at you. It was the first time he even acknowledged you since you left school.
“Are you wanting to come in today?” you asked shyly, “I could make something to eat? I’m sure you’re hungry after practice today.”
He thought for a moment, almost unsure if he should actually follow you, “Yeah I’d like that. We should talk about the whole thing anyways, right?”
You laughed a little, opening the door and allowing him in, “I would actually rather us not talk about it.” He chuckled, kicking off his shoes and placing them beside yours. You removed your jacket and hung it over the coat rack beside the door before turning to take Suga’s to do the same. When you reached out for his jacket, you saw that he was staring at you with his lips slightly parted.
“Are you okay?” you asked cautiously.
“You’re wearing it now?” he asked in a strained tone, his eyes trailing down your body. You could almost hear his thoughts, wondering if you had the other item of clothing still on as well.
“Y-Yeah… I took them today. When I accidentally sent it, I ran straight to you.”
“Them?” he repeated, looking into your eyes, “You took more than one?”
When you nodded, he shivered. He wanted to see them. Better yet…
He wanted more than just a photo of it.
“Dammit, Y/N,” he whispered, dropping his jacket to the floor and stepping up to you. You stepped back in surprise, your eyes never leaving his.
“A-Are you okay?” you asked him, “I can take it off?”
“I’d like that, but not in the way you’re thinking.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, “Not in the-”
Suddenly, he had your back against the door and your legs around his waist, “Get it now?”
You did, but that isn’t what you said, “I don’t. I guess I’m a slow learner.”
Suga chuckled, dropping his head against your neck and brushing his lips against its curve, “I guess I’ll have to explain it, huh?”
“I guess you do,” you choked, moving your head slightly to give him more access of your skin.
“I want you,” he murmured before pressing a soft kiss to your neck, “I want you right now. In every single way you will let me. I want to see you underneath me, on top of me, or pressed up against every single wall in this house.”
His hands were tightly gripping your ass, keeping you against the door. With every sentence and pause, he would place single kisses on your warm skin.
“I want you,” he paused once more, looking into your eyes this time, “tied up, wearing nothing but my jersey, begging for me.”
“What if I say I want that too?” you asked him, lifting your hands off his shoulders and threading them through his hair, “What if I said I wanted you to spoil me?”
“Do you?” he asked, a hint of insecurity in his eyes. You just smiled at him and nodded. A soft groan left his lips. He didn’t answer you verbally, instead he just pressed himself forward and took your lips in his. You reacted immediately, tugging his hair to keep him against you. He didn’t keep you there for long. He pulled you off the door and led the two of you to your room, already knowing where it was since he had spent so much time here before. Your parents weren’t around much anymore so Suga would come over and spend weekends with you to make sure you were safe. So when he reached your bedroom door, he just about kicked it in.
“Please don’t break my house,” you giggle against his lips. He doesn’t say anything in response, instead moving his lips down to your neck. He sat the two of you down on your bed, keeping you on his lap. Finally able to use his hands without being afraid of dropping you, he cradled your neck once more. Just like he did when Kageyama and Hinata interrupted you. He didn’t waste a single moment in pulling your lips to his, kissing you harshly. You’d always seen Suga as someone soft and sweet, but right now he wasn’t able to pull himself back. Right now he wanted to break you.
His fingers threaded themselves through your hair, holding onto the roots and tugging greedily. When a thrilling moan left your lips, it was as if he was lit on fire. That’s what he was searching for. That’s exactly what he wanted to hear. “Fuck,” he muttered, feeling you begin to grind against him. Stuttered moans left his lips, “God I am going to wreck you, do you know that?”
“I’m looking forward to it,” you whispered against his lips before pressing your palms against his shoulders to make him lay onto his back. He happily followed your orders, allowing you to be the dominant one. Just for a little bit.
His hands crept into your jersey, his jersey. Slowly, his fingertips skimmed along the flesh of your sides, finding their way to your bra. Soft sighs left your lips as you stayed straddling him, Arousal formed between your legs as he teasingly rubbed circles around your clothed nipple, causing your breathing to go heavy. “Koushi,” you whispered needily, grinding your hips down onto him.
Red. That’s all he saw when you moaned his name. He wanted to hear it again. He wanted to hear you say it louder. He wanted you to scream it on the top of your lungs with his hand wrapped around your throat. He craved it.
He bundled the jersey up in his palms, lifting it over your head as carefully as he could. Though he did say he wanted you in only his jersey, he needed all of you exposed to him now. Once the shirt was removed, he flipped you onto the bed, crawling over you and taking your lips with his. With one hand, he undid your bra and helped you slip it off of your breasts, throwing it across the room without a single care. His hand reached up, grabbing onto your newly exposed breast. As he was grinding against you, he circled his thumb around your nipple. You gasped as his fingers grasped the perked center, softly playing with it between his thumb and index finger. When your mouth opened in a gasp, he took the chance to deepen the kiss.
“More,” you whined as he pulled his lips away from yours momentarily.
“Anything for you, princess,” he whispered with a sweet smile, his fingers abandoning your nipple and repositioning themselves a lot lower. He was barely touching you. There was no pressure being applied to the area, but just feeling the ghostly touch of his fingertips over your pussy caused you to moan excitedly.
“Please Koushi,” you whined, writhing uncomfortably underneath him, “I need you, please!”
“Good girl,” he smiled brightly, kissing your lips sweetly before unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them off of your feet, discarding them at the end of the bed. He didn’t come back to hover over you, instead he stayed sitting on your legs, keeping you pressed to the bed.
His eyes greedily took in the sight of your nearly bare body, “God you’re beautiful.”
“Compliments later,” you whined, your hips lifting in protest of his delay, “Touch me, please.”
“Patience, baby,” he shushed you, a wicked smile on his face. He let his fingers softly trace the damp fabric covering your pussy. Whimpers left your mouth as his touch only intensified your arousal. He looked up at you as he applied a small amount of pressure, watching to see your reaction.
“Koushi please,” you cried as your back arched, small tears forming in your eyes, “Please I can’t take it anymore.”
He looked at you and shook his head, “You will take what I give you when I give it to you. Stop being a brat, Y/N.”
You weren’t sure what it was about what he said, but your stomach turned into knots. Your legs instinctively squeezed together at his words, excitement pooling between them. Suga looked up at you in slight surprise, not expecting someone as sweet as you to like being talked to like that.
“Oh this is gonna be fun,” he whistled, staring down lustfully at your disheveled body. His fingertips slowly slid off your underwear, discarding them thoughtlessly. The sight of you completely bare underneath him caused him to pause. The way you were breathless just by his touch. You were absolutely beautiful.
“Suga,” you whimpered at the lack of contact. He looked down at you, finally leaving the daze he was in. He looked at you expectantly, wanting to hear you use your words. You whined and reached for his hand, attempting to drag his body down to yours. However, he didn’t budge. He stayed above you, a devilish smirk on his beautiful lips.
“Beg.”
“Excuse me?” you asked, baffled by his demand.
“You heard me,” he chuckled, “I want you to beg for me to touch you.”
Tears formed at the ends of your eyes, desperation sweeping its way through your entire body. You didn’t want to beg, you didn’t want to sound so desperate. But you were. You needed this more than you needed to breathe. You got a taste of his touch and now it was being cruelly dangled right out of your reach. You could have it, all of it… at the price of just a little pride.
“Koushi, please touch me,” you whimpered pathetically, “I need you.”
A shiver shocked Suga’s spine at your words. He wasn’t sure if it was the use of his first name, the confession, or the way your voice seeped out with so much helpless desperation. Whatever it was, he liked it a lot. So much that he dipped his head down between your opened thighs. His tongue expertly dove between your folds, collecting the juices his actions had compiled. Your back arched as a lusty scream erupted from your lips. Suga shrunk against the mattress, wrapping his arms around your thighs and flattening his palms against your stomach to push you back against the mattress. Your fingertips twirled between his silver locks, keeping him pressed against your heat. His tongue circled your swollen clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body.
“Suga,” you called out desperately, feeling a small knot beginning to form in your stomach. But it fell dim as his actions ceased. You looked down at him and almost whined at the loss of stimulation, but you fell silent when you saw the look in his eyes. His hand slowly slid up your stomach and chest, all the way up to cupping your throat. You whimpered at the feeling, not completely sure how you felt about it. Suga’s face appeared in front of yours, an almost cold look in his eyes. You shivered in excitement.
“Now princess,” he mumbled, increasing the pressure on your throat, “I’m gonna need you to remember my name, okay?”
You nodded feebly, not once looking away from his eyes, “Yes, sir.” Your face turned bright red at your words, but before you could correct yourself, Suga went on to speak.
“God, you look so cute with my hand around your neck.”
Oh
“Fuck me,” you said breathlessly. Suga chuckled at your request, but he wasn’t going to turn you down. Not when you were looking at him the way you were.
“Anything for my princess,” he smiles, kissing the tip of your nose. It scrunched up at the contact, causing the both of you to smile. Suga moved his hand off of your neck and onto the hem of his shirt, pulling it off on him. You watched with a mesmerized smile, ready to become familiar with his entire body. When his hands reached for his belt, you stopped him.
“Can I?” you ask shyly. He looked up at you surprised, but nods anyways.
You lay him on his back, moving to straddle his waist. You begin with his lips, pecking them sweetly. Suga looked up at you with cloudy eyes and a goofy grin. Slowly, you moved your lips across his neck, collarbones, chest, and hips. He watched you kissing his flesh, showing appreciation and care for every bit of his body. Regardless of insecurity or flaw, you showed him you loved each bit of it. You unbuckled his jeans and pulled them and his underwear down. You carefully removed them from his body and placed them on the floor. You kissed up his thighs, smiling against them. When you got up to his fully erect cock, you bit your lip and looked into his eyes. He watched you with so many different emotions in his eyes. But when you placed a small kiss on the tip of his cock, the lust shone brightest. You slid your tongue up the side of it, never once losing eye contact. When you reached the top, you shifted your head over and took him into your mouth. Suga gasped needily, his hand gripping your hair. You took him slowly, not too sure just how much you could take. You had never done this before. I mean, you did okay at the dentist? Doesn’t that count for something?
Before you could do too much, Suga’s grip on your hair tightened. He yanked you up, sitting up in the process and kissing your lips harshly. You wrapped your legs around his waist, looking at him with a confused pout.
“I know, sweetheart,” he cooed, kissing your forehead, “But I’m impatient. And if you do that, I might give in a little too early.”
You giggled at his words and nodded, kissing his cheek sweetly. You watched him as he reached inside your dresser, pulling out the box of condoms your mother had bought you a few weeks ago as a joke. Seeing that Suga was coming over all the time, she thought it would be best to have protection at the house. She didn’t listen to the two of them when they were desperately trying to explain nothing was going on between them. It was a good thing she didn’t listen to them. You watched him as he ripped off the wrapper and slowly slid the condom onto himself. When he was finished, the two of you looked at each other in the eyes. You looked at him so nervously, but not Suga. Suga just smiledat you, caressing the side of your face and pulling it closer to his. He attached his lips with yours, moving elegantly alongside yours. But as the seconds went by, the two of you got hungrier. He flipped the two of you around, placing you on your back. He pushed your knees up against your chest before aligning himself with your entrance. You thought you would be scared at this moment, but you had no reason to be. Not when Suga was looking down into your eyes and telling you ever-so-sweetly that it’ll be okay, that if you wanted to stop they could, that he thought you were absolutely beautiful.
Slowly, he inserted himself. A gruff moan left his lips at the feeling of being inside of you. Your walls were shifting to make room for him. He opened his eyes to look down at you. You lay beneath him, your cheeks bright red and your lips parted. Your eyes were closed in pleasure as soft moans crept from your lips with every short breath.
“God you’re just so beautiful.” he whispered, taking in this sight. He wished he could take a picture so he could remember this always.
“Koushi,” you replied in a small tone, “I think I love you.”
“I think you’re gonna love me a lot more in a minute, princess.”
Without another word, he bottomed out inside of you. A shrill of pleasure and pain tumbled out your mouth at his actions. He loved the way you sounded when you called out for him. He slowly thrusted inside of you, coming all the way out just to repeat the motion. Feeling you pussy cling against him as he entered you became his favorite feeling in the world.
“You take me so well, princess.”
“It’s too much,” you whimpered.
“You’re being such a good girl for me,” he assured you, brushing your hair back as your body attempted to move closer into his.
“Koushi please,” you whimpered, unsure of how much more you could take.
“Keep being a good girl for me,” he whispered, “I know you can take it.”
You nodded, trusting him. He smiled down at you and continued his slow thrusts. You whimpered and whined at the feeling, enjoying the feeling of him inside of you. Soon the pain subsided and was replaced with pure, unadulterated pleasure. Feeling your body grow comfortable with his pace, Suga allowed one of your legs to fall against the bed, taking the other to wrap around his waist. He thrusted faster into you, using his free hand to massage your clit. The added simulation caused you to writhe against him, mewls of pleasure echoing in the empty house.
“Such a good girl,” he cooed, slamming his hips into you harshly. You yelped at the pain, “You like it when I fuck you like a whore, princess?”
Your walls clenched at the words, giving Suga the answer to his question.
“Answer me,” his voice was sharp and demanding.
“Yes sir,” you whimpered in response.
“You’re so cute,” he chuckled, flipping you onto your stomach and pulling you up onto your knees. He aligned himself behind you, inserting back into you without any warning. When your back arched, Suga reached forward and grabbed onto your throat, pulling your back up against his chest. He fucked you ruthlessly, keeping his hand wrapped around your pretty throat. He listened to every plea, every cry, and every helpless desperate moan that he was able to draw out of your body. He loved the way he could make someone as sweet and innocent as you cry out like a filthy slut. He loved that you trusted him that much with your body.
He allowed his free hand to roam the front of your body, massaging your perked nipples.
“Koushi, I’m gon-”
You didn’t even finish what you were going to say before he pushed you face down onto the mattress, holding onto your hips tightly as he began to mercilessly slam himself into you. You cried out as loudly as you could into the pillow, feeling your orgasm coming closer. There was no way you could hold it back longer, not with the way he was drilling into you. But when Suga reached forward and grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking it back but keeping your chest to the bed with his free hand. The added feeling just made your body snap. You cried out his name as your walls began to clench and unclench around him. He rode out your high with you, greedily taking in all the sounds you made.
“Koushi,” you whimpered, your body basically going limp beneath him. You looked back at him with bleary eyes, your orgasm still racking through your body. The spent look on your face was all he needed. Seeing that he had made you feel like that caused his thrusts to sputter, releasing himself into the condom. He moaned out your name as he rode out his high before finally dropping down beside you on the bed. He effortlessly removed the condom, tied it and threw it in the trash beside your bed before turning and pulling your naked body into his.
