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Liebestraum - Chapter 2 - Nanashii - 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS [Archive of Our Own]
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Name: Liebestraum (Liszt inspired) (Meaning ‘Love Dream’)
Ship: Taegi
Genre: Music inspired, falling in love, angst, slow burn, roommate, college AU.
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Liebestraum - Chapter 1 - Nanashii - 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS [Archive of Our Own]
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➭ “Yoongi, the zodiac snake hybrid, requests an evening with you - and asks dog hybrid Taehyung to join.”
- pairing: yoongi x reader x taehyung
- genre: hybrid au, smut
- wordcount: 9k
★ warnings: hybrid threesome. rough sex, orgasm denial, d/s themes, use of ballgag, daddy kink, cumplay, facial, hair pulling, derogatory language during sex, spanking. this… is hybrid porn
amynote: for context on what exactly the zodiac hybrids are and what the Zodiac curse is, i recommend reading my fic Tigerboy:-)
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“I want her.”
Silence. For a moment, Namjoon wonders if he’s heard that correctly – if he has somehow imagined those three words being spoken.
His gaze lifts, meeting a pair of cool, golden eyes. The moment that he makes eye contact with him, the realization sinks in that it hadn’t been a figment of his imagination.
The man standing before him has the blood of the Zodiac Snake running through his veins, the “I want her” really had come from his lips, and his request was none other than you.
Namjoon’s hands curl into tight fists, his hackles rise in irritation at the thought of him and you together. A swell of protectiveness, mixed with something confusing and more territorial, burns through him like a white hot flame.
He fights back the urge to bare his teeth, pulling himself together just enough to resist clawing that smug expression off of the Snake hybrid’s face.
Min Yoongi lets out a soft hum, leaning his back against the wall. He is enjoying this, Namjoon can sense it in the slouch of his shoulders and the casual tap, tap of Yoongi’s fingertips against the wineglass in his hand.
“I want her,” Yoongi repeats. “Is that a problem?” He keeps his voice level.
Namjoon grits his teeth, and Yoongi’s smile narrows.
“I lent you my plaything for the weekend last year, remember? The Monkey? She was fun.” Yoongi pauses, assessing Namjoon with mild interest. “Don’t say you’re actually attached to this one?” There is a hint of a smirk on Yoongi’s lips as he poses the question.
Namjoon shakes his head furiously, tearing his gaze away from Yoongi to focus on something else. Anything else.
“Not at all.”
“Good. So you won’t mind then if I have her for a night. I want to see what exactly about her has got you all wound up.”
Namjoon lets out a low, tense breath and shrugs.
“Do what you want.”
He turns on one heel and strides out, shouldering his way through the doors until they slam behind him.
As he leaves, a chuckle spills out from the side of the room. Park Jimin has his head tipped back, hand pressed to his chest as he laughs. He had been leaning against Yoongi’s kitchen counter the entire time, having witnessed the tense conversation between the two zodiac hybrid members with amusement.
“I’ve never seen him like that, huh. So the tiger can get irritated. Who knew.” Jimin sighs out, Yoongi just clicks his tongue in response.
Jimin raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you enjoying his irritation, Yoongi?”
Yoongi just smiles in response. “Of course I am.”
Jimin just laughs again. “You really are a snake. Speaking of, you should probably go easy on the Rabbit girl.”
“I always go easy on-”
“Hah. Don’t even try, you’re not fooling anybody.”
Yoongi’s smile widens as he lifts his wine glass. It’s such a blatant lie that Jimin doesn’t even bother entertaining it. Everybody knows that Yoongi, the Snake hybrid, doesn’t do easy.
It’s not in his nature, after all.
Jimin lets out another little sigh. “Yoongi, knowing you, you’ll break her if it’s just the two of you. Hey - want me to join in? It’d be fun…”
Yoongi surveys the other man thoughtfully. Jimin is the Dragon hybrid, and unlike most of the other Zodiac hybrids – Jimin flaunts his zodiac heritage. He doesn’t attempt to coexist peacefully with humans, instead choosing to fully embrace the dragon blood that runs through his veins.
His hair is metallic silver, eyes as black as coal, and on the side of his neck is an intricate black dragon tattoo.
Jimin’s personality is unlike most of the other zodiac hybrids as well. The Dragon oozes with confidence, he exudes an intoxicating charisma that wraps tight around the women he seduces -both human and hybrid alike - until they are well and truly in the grip of his claws.
Yoongi knows Jimin likes to be worshipped, praised, that he demands attention with silken commands that his kittenshows him how badly she wants him, to prove it to him with her tongue, her hands, her body.
Sharing the Rabbit with Jimin woulddefinitely be fun.
After a beat of thought, Yoongi shakes his head. “Sorry, kid. I have someone else in mind.”
Jimin pouts, stretching his arms above his head. “Who? It’s not the Ox, is it?”
Yoongi shakes his head and brings the wineglass to his lips. The liquid is blood red, and he savours the taste on his tongue before he meets Jimin’s curious, slightly affronted stare.
As fun as it would be to include Jimin, Yoongi has already settled on inviting a different zodiac hybrid member - someone who he knows will be the perfect addition for his night with the Rabbit.
“Who then?” Jimin presses again, folding his arms over his chest.
Yoongi smiles.
“The Dog.”
“So…” You murmur under your breath. “Guess this is it.”
You look at the door in front of you, before glancing back down at the small business card in your hands. The card is creamy eggshell white, with just an address on the front along with three letters: MYG.
You flip the card over, and there in the centre is an illustration of a small, coiled, king cobra snake. And below the snake’s body in neat, sloping handwriting: 9PM Saturday.
It had arrived in the mail a few days ago, slotted in amongst bills and other letters. You had known immediately what it meant, and moreover - who it was from.
Min Yoongi, the Zodiac Snake hybrid.
You had never met him before, you didn’t know much about him - what you did know was that he was a prominent figure in the creative arts industry in your city, a hybrid who had integrated his life seamlessly with humans.
Your attention had been piqued immediately. The card revealed no information other than a time and a date, and it was barely anything to go by. For all you knew, Yoongi wanted to meet in order talk business, or perhaps to formally meet a Zodiac hybrid who he hadn’t met before.
But something deep inside of you, animal instinct perhaps, whispered that he wanted to meet you for different reasons entirely.
Your thoughts are interrupted by the door swinging open. A man stands there with his head cocked to one side, he is a bundle of sun-kissed freckles, tousled auburn hair and wide, imploring eyes.
“Hey,” He grins. “Long time no see.”
“Taehyung?”
You’re surprised to see the Dog hybrid, he leans in and wraps his arms snugly around your waist, drawing you into a quick hug.
“Hey, you.” As always, Taehyung is dripping with affection and energy. You blink, feeling a sudden pull in your core at the sudden contact.
Taehyung smells warm and woody, and the scent is familiar. You can remember that scent lingering on your skin for hours after the last time you had seen Taehyung.
That same time was also when the two of you had been all over each other with panting breaths and torn clothes, sloppy, desperate tongues dragged down skin. In fact, the last time you saw Taehyung was more than a year ago now.
You gaze up at him, at the nape of his neck, and suddenly have a recollection of your hands digging into that exact stretch of skin as he fucked into you hard and fast, that same heady scent wrapped around you.
An involuntary shiver travels across your skin at the year old memory.
“I haven’t seen you in forever,” You say instead and Taehyung glances down at you, a cheeky smile flashing over his face.
“It’s been too long.”
His eyes are dancing and something tells you that Taehyung is recalling the exact same memory that had been playing through your mind just moments ago.
“C’mon in, Yoongi’s just having a coffee.”
You don’t question why Tae’s here at Yoongi’s apartment, closing the door behind you and following Taehyung inside.
The apartment is more spacious than you had expected. Most of the furniture is slate grey marble and polished black wood, everything inside is sleek and minimal in design. The space itself is an open plan style apartment, and at one ends of the room is a huge King sized bed.
Along the entire back wall beside the bed is a mirror that runs from ceiling to floor, the glass creates an illusion that the apartment is even bigger.
You feel a prickle over your skin, you breathe in a little deeper.
The Snake is nearby. You can sense it.
Your muscles lock in place, you feel your heartbeat accelerate, everything sharpens into tight focus - and then you hear it.
“It’s about time we met.”
His voice is husky. Throaty, like rough velvet, and you feel your pulse start to quicken.
You glance up, meeting a pair of sienna golden eyes and everything slows.
It’s like pieces slotting together, coarse edges glossing out, the call of your blood to his - and for a moment the Zodiac curse that is so firmly wrapped around you loosens.
The Snake’s jaw tightens, you watch him take in a quick breath as the two of you stare at each other. You’ve both experienced this before - the exhilarating feeling that is only brought about when two Zodiac hybrids meet for the first time - but it’s much more intense this time, with Yoongi.
You look at him properly. He has dark hair and creamy pale skin, he’s assessing you with a sharp and penetrating stare. His body is lean, he’s dressed in a black silk shirt and black pants, and the light catches on the chunky silver rings he wears on his fingers.
You stare at his hands, the silk ripples as he shifts, stepping forward. You feel something stirring deep inside of you.
“Min Yoongi.”
“____.” You murmur back, accepting his outstretched hand.
He is cool to the touch and you feel his thumb run over your knuckles, down to your wrist, resting lightly on the pulse point there.
His eyes are still locked on yours. You swallow.
You feel completely drawn into his heavy gaze, and a thrill of nerves rushes over you.
“I didn’t know you’re friends with Taehyung,” You stammer out. Yoongi doesn’t react, his fingers still laced through yours.
“I wouldn’t say we’re friends,” Yoongi murmurs. “I’m just doing my Zodiac duty by teaching him some… valuable lessons.”
“Like what?”
There is an edge to his smile, his gold eyes flash at your question.
“Like how to share. He’s very greedy. Tch. Canines… they’re always about instant gratification, aren’t they? I on the other hand… prefer good things to come more slowly.” His eyes are still focused on you, and you feel an ache begin to slowly unfurl between your legs.
Yoongi’s fingers are linked around your wrist, it occurs to you that he can probably hear the staccato of your heartbeat - and that he likely knows how wound up you are just from listening to his measured, deliberate voice.
“Sharing and, um, patience are … they’re good lessons to teach.” Your voice shakes faintly and you shift in place, clenching your thighs together.
Yoongi’s eyes glint, a tiny smirk spreads over his lips.
“Perhaps I should teach you too.”
Something dark and needy plucks in your belly.
“Would you like that, little rabbit?”
You nod, biting your lip. Yoongi lets go of your wrist, his fingers slowly tracing up your arm.
Arousal is pooling between your legs, a thrill of excitement and intensity steadily working its way through your core.
“Speak.” Yoongi says in an abrupt tone and you nod again, stepping forward a half-step,
“Yes. I’d like that, Yoongi.”
Yoongi’s smile is razor sharp.
“Tae,” He calls out. You are pulled out of your reverie, glancing over at Taehyung who is watching the two of you with glassy eyes and a slackened jaw.
“Y-yeah?” Taehyung straightens, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat as he swallows. He’s turned on too, by watching you all meek and needy just from Yoongi’s fingers barely grazing over your skin. Taehyung’s arousal sings through in the thickness of his voice.
“Patience, remember?” Yoongi is staring straight at you, words steely. “If you can’t show me that you can be patient, then I won’t want to share.”
Taehyung lets out a small whimper, then a, “I will, I promise, I can be patient.”
You feel another jolt of arousal deep between your legs as Yoongi leans in closer and murmurs, “See? He’s already so impatient for you. You can hear it, can’t you? That desperate strain in his voice?” Yoongi’s voice lulls into a softer, hypnotic tone and you nod faintly at his words.
Your fine-tuned senses allow you to hear the quickened pace of Taehyung’s heartbeat, the slightly broken edge to his breathing.
Yoongi leans even closer, until you can feel his lips brushing against your earlobe.
“I can hear how impatient you are, too.”
Your breath catches. The feeling of being so wanted by one man, and wanting so badly for another, has your head spinning with lust.
“But you’re going to do as I say though, aren’t you? You’ll be a good girl for me? For us?” Yoongi’s voice is husky and hushed as he closes the space between the two of you, shifting until his lips are mere inches from yours.
You swallow, nod. You want him so badly that it’s all you can think about - and the knowledge that Yoongi knows how searing your desire is, that he knows and is dragging it out on purpose, is making you want him even more.
Yoongi’s fingers skim down your cheek, over your chin. He keeps his gaze on you as his touch trails down your neck, ghosting over your collarbones.
You tremble in place, not daring to move a centimetre, your instincts telling you to stay still as he teases your skin with his hands.
“Put your hand between your legs.” His voice is steady, soft, but you don’t miss the authority in his tone. You react immediately, your palm fluttering up to hover between your legs.
“Good girl,” Yoongi murmurs, his fingers deftly undoing the first button of your shirt. “So pretty with your legs spread like that. You’re wet already, aren’t you?” He clicks his tongue, undoes another button. “You have such a sweet scent,” He continues, his voice is silken, “I’m guessing you taste sweet too.”
At his words, you press your palm against your core. You are wet, you can feel a ravenous and needy want emanating through your body.
Yoongi is undoing more buttons of your shirt, so slowly that you are drenched in impatience.
Desperately, you roll your hips up into your hand, grinding against your palm harder. It barely offers a release, riling you up further. Yoongi hisses in softly as he undoes the final button, pulling your shirt off of your shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.
“Look at you, so desperate already.” Yoongi clicks his tongue as he watches you, your palm flat between your legs as you rock your hips against yourself. He trails his finger up your stomach, travelling between your breasts, and you press your thumb against your clit through your underwear.
“So jumpy,” He comments slowly, “And I haven’t even started yet.”
His fingers inch closer to your breast. You are so wet that your underwear is soaked through, and you begin to rock your hips back and forth, craving more.
Yoongi hums quietly, moving his fingers in slow, careful circles around your nipple. Your nipples are hard, and you let out a tiny, eager whine as Yoongi’s thumb skims around your nipple - so close that you can’t breathe… yet he doesn’t touch you, drawing his hand away.
He reaches under your skirt, brushing over your legs. You press your thumb against your clit harder as Yoongi’s hand inches up the inside of your thigh. His touch is feather light, so delicate and careful that shivers travel over your skin.
You can’t help the broken moan that escapes from your pressed lips, your core clenches with yearning. You are so wet that you can feel it everywhere, so full of want that it pulses between your legs.
Your core feels sensitive and swollen, throbbing and aching. Your Zodiac hybrid senses react to even the barest touches of Yoongi’s hands against your upper thighs, to the air on your bare breasts, the tiny whines that Taehyung is letting out from where he’s standing and watching - and it’s all working together to drive you absolutely crazy with carnal longing.
“Tae,” Yoongi doesn’t look up as he speaks, getting down on his knees. His eyes are locked on your thighs, his hands still travelling up higher, centimetre by centimetre.
His pinky brushes over the apex of your inner thigh, hooking in the edge of your underwear. He’s so close that your breathing quickens, as he pulls the soaked cotton away from your slit.
“Tae, what are you doing?” Yoongi asks in a calm voice, you tear your gaze away from him to look over at Taehyung.
The dog hybrid is staring at the two of you, panting for breath. His hand is stroking up and down his cock through the grey sweatpants he’s wearing, his eyes wide, cheeks flushed.
The sight has a streak of lust flashing through you, Taehyung’s gaze meets yours and you swallow thickly.
“I c-can’t help it, Yoongi,” Taehyung breathes out. “She wants you so badly, I can practically taste it in the air- ”
“Tastewhatin the air?”
Yoongi’s finger is still crooked in your underwear, his fingertip is so close to your slit that it takes all of your will to not grind against his hand. You stay still, obedient, waiting for him to touch you - the blood of the Rabbit that runs through your veins telling you to do as Yoongi says, to submit to him.
You return your attention to Taehyung, whose hand is working up and down the shaft of his cock, eyes planted on you.
“I can practically taste her cunt already,” Taehyung finally whispers, licking his lips. “She’s… she’s sowet, hyung…”
Taehyung’s voice crackles and your eyes widen a touch, heart rate quickening.
“She is, isn’t she?” Yoongi hums in pleasure, lowers his head, He presses his tongue flat along the inside of your thigh, head disappearing under your skirt. Your spine stiffens as Yoongi mouths up your leg, stopping where his finger is resting in the edge of your underwear.
“Take your skirt off.” His words are firm. “And those panties. I want you naked.”
You reach behind your back, unzipping your skirt. It falls to the ground, and you step out of your underwear.
At the same time, Yoongi quickly undresses - you momentarily forget to breathe as you watch Yoongi take the silk shirt off, then his pants. His chest is taut, his body lean and lithe. Most of all, your eyes are drawn to his cock - it’s big, thick, the tip pink and wet with his precum.
He scoops up your underwear from and tosses them to Taehyung, who catches them with his free hand.
Taehyung lets out a stuttered moan, brings your black cotton underwear to his face and inhales. His eyes roll, his fingers tighten around the fabric and your eyes fall to his hand, which is still working the length of his cock.
You know he can smell all of your arousal, your wetness, your desperation – all soaked into the underwear he has held up to his face.
Taehyung lets out another shaky, animalistic moan, his cock twitching in his pants.
Seeing him so completely turned on over you gets you even more riled up, craving release even more- and then you feel Yoongi press his tongue against your slit.
You let out a sharp cry at the sudden release – at the feeling of Yoongi’s tongue darting against your clit slowly. He’s teasing you, you think to yourself faintly, his tongue swirling against your wet folds in slow, tantalizing strokes.
His tongue is flat against your wetness, it’s almost rough as he laps every bit of you up. You gaze down at him, at the sight of his tongue against your pussy, his dark eyes dilated as he lets out a soft moan of pleasure right against your clit.
You let out a shaky sigh at how goodit feels, how good his tongue feels licking cleanly down your wetness.
And just when the pleasure starts to build, Yoongi pulls away.
The absence has you blinking dazedly, Yoongi is staring at you with wicked, darkened eyes.
“Why should I give you what you want?” He asks, his voice dismissive and low. His hands are squeezing your thighs, his mouth glossy with your slick wetness.
The sight of him - bent on his knees, authoritative look in his gold eyes, mouth slightly parted, lips full and wet from you - has you trembling all over.
“I’ll do anything,” The words come tumbling out, and you hear Taehyung let out a soft groan at your words. It only spurs you on more, the thought that Taehyung is watching the two of you, stroking himself to the sight of Yoongi eating you out, at the sounds of you begging for more.
You soften your voice into a silken plea, a syrupy “Please Yoongi, please,” your core aching in suspense as Yoongi keeps his eyes locked on you.
“Such a sweet pussy,” He comments in a slow, self-assured tone, and then his tongue is back on you. This time, he licks down your entire slit in one long, lingering motion - making your toes curl and your fists clench tightly.
Just as suddenly as before, he withdraws, leaving you dizzy and desperate.
“Yoongi… p-please-”
Yoongi thrusts a finger inside of you, you are so wet that it slides in knuckle deep with no resistance. You can feel the edges of the silver ring that he wears on his index finger as it slides inside of you, Yoongi crooks his finger and you let out a loud, broken cry at the delicious feeling of him finger fucking you.
Yoongi leans close and flicks his tongue over your clit, rapid and fast, making your vision blur and a sudden spike of pleasure bloom in your chest - and then once again he withdraws, pulling away and staring at you with amusement etched on his features.
You are breathing heavily, desperation lacing your words as you blink down at him.
“Please don’t stop, please-”
Yoongi lets out a soft, dark laugh. “I love hearing you beg,” He comments, lifting his finger and brushing his knuckle and silver ring gently against your sensitive clit.
You twitch at the feeling of it, he has his eyes locked on you and he reads every tremble of your lips, his acute senses picking up on the tiniest breaths that escape wantonly from your throat.
“God, Yoongi please, touch me, I want it, I-I need it, need it so badly-”
“How badly?”
“So badly I’ll do anything-”
You are cut off by Yoongi’s lips pressing hard and flat against your clit. He mouths at your clit, sucking it gently with his lips and then teasing over with his tongue.
The feeling is sudden and immense, and just when you think it’s too much - he slides two fingers deep inside of you. You shake from head to toe, let out a cry of pleasure.
He keeps a rhythm up - his two long fingers slowly and teasingly fucking you out, gliding in and out of you in slow, punishing motions - while his tongue laps at your wet, needy cunt.
You are so close that you can practically taste it. You are about to topple over the edge, your entire core clenched and ready for the heady wash of bliss - when Yoongi pulls away. Again.
Your entire body topples forward, your breathing heavy - you hear Yoongi let out a soft laugh, catch the strained groan that escapes from Taehyung - and then Yoongi’s tongue darts over your clit yet again, teasing you in quick strokes.
This time, you orgasm almost immediately – a sense of urgency and your delayed gratification washing over you in heavy, lacquered waves of pleasure.
You tip your head back, let out a broken moan as your orgasm crests over you. It’s slow, and long. It ebbs through every inch of your body, blissful and satisfying and so intensely strong that your eyes flutter shut.
As it slowly begins to fade, you are brought back to your senses. You are aware of Yoongi’s hands resting on your thighs, of Taehyung’s heavy breathing.
Your hybrid senses pick up on the scent in the air – Taehyung’s arousal, the precum leaking from the tip of hard cock, and Yoongi’s too.
Finally, you open your eyes to see Yoongi, who is still on his knees, staring up at you.
“You still want more, don’t you?” He asks.
Something inside of you snaps at his words, knowing he has read the quickening pace of your heartbeat and the thrum of lust still there between your legs.
You look up at Yoongi, eyes widening as he smirks knowingly. He cups the side of your face, fingers lingering on your jaw and brushing over your neck, as he runs his thumb along your bottom lip.
Your mouth parts, you stare up at him unwaveringly as his eyes narrow.
“Y-yes, I do,” You breathe out.
“Show me how badly you want it.” His voice is like molten silk, his thumb teasing at your bottom lip as you oblige, sucking on his finger like it’s his cock in your mouth.
Yoongi’s eyes flash.
Lust is starting to gather inside of you, a frenetic energy, and you let out a tiny whine as you swirl your tongue around Yoongi’s fingers- the same fingers that had been fucking you out only moments before.
Taehyung lets out a loud growl, catching your attention. In the mirror’s reflection you can see a dark smirk of satisfaction flicker over Yoongi’s features.
It occurs to you in that moment that Yoongi is getting a wicked sense of pleasure from teasing Taehyung, of drawing it out from him just as he had with you. That Yoongi is enjoying this, being powerful, dominant.
The thought drives you even crazier with fever, your eyes locked on Taehyung’s face - his wide eyes, parted lips, the desperate notes that escape his throat.
At some point he must have taken off his clothes because he is naked - and while you’ve seen Tae naked before, the sight still makes you momentarily breathless. He is tall, muscular and soft all at once, with strong thighs and a chiselled stomach.
Your eyes tick across to the figure behind Yoongi- your reflection. You stare at the fucked out look in your eyes, your blown out pupils and full glossy lips. You look like a sex doll, utterly fucked out and high off of your orgasm- and Taehyung hasn’t even touched you yet.
“Are you looking at him?” Yoongi has straightened now, he whispers in your ear. His voice is calm, and you let out a broken “Yes” as he laces his fingers around yours, placing them over his cock.
You begin to glide your hand up and down his shaft, enjoying the way Yoongi’s shoulders stiffen at your touch.
“Ah,” Yoongi sighs, “Describe to me how badly he wants it. Wants you, wants to be me right now.”
“He… he wants it-”
“How can you tell?” Yoongi’s voice cuts over yours, glossy and calm.
“I-I can hear it, he’s saying my name a lot, and he keeps saying “please”, and… and-”
“And?”
“-And he’s really hard.”
“Mm.” You feel Yoongi’s hands dig harder into your waist, his voice leans in a little tighter until you feel his teeth graze dangerously at your neck. “How hard?”
You shiver all over, your hands stutter for a moment before they continue working Yoongi’s length.
“He - his cock, it’s so hard-”
“And you want it?”
Yoongi begins to bite down onto your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin and washing over it with his tongue.
“Yes.” You moan, at the feeling of it, of Yoongi’s hard cock in your hand, all while you are staring at Taehyung’s.
Tae is hard, so hard that his length sits flat against his stomach.
“Yes who?” Yoongi demands in a soft voice.
“Yes, daddy.”
The words slip out before you can stop them and you feel Yoongi tremble against your hand, he presses tighter against you and for a moment his composure is broken with a tiny, husky “Fuck, you perfect little slut,” right in the shell of your ear.
“Taehyung.” He glances up, and Taehyung all but bounds over. “Why don’t you touch her?”
You look up from under your lashes to see Taehyung standing behind you.
“Can I?” He smiles earnestly at you and you nod, let out a tiny breathy “Yes please.”
“Let’s move to the bed,” Yoongi intervenes, and Taehyung bends down, scooping you up in one movement. He places you on the bed and immediately shifts his body so that he is crooked behind you, his hands on your waist.
Yoongi lingers by the bed, but your attention is on Taehyung, and the feeling of his hands digging into your hips.
Taehyung lets out a tiny whine and reaches forward, his palm caressing over your thighs. You are still quivering from the orgasm Yoongi had given you with his tongue, and your skin is sensitive- enough so that even this, Taehyung running his palms roughly over your thighs and curving around your ass, has you shaking all over.
Taehyung’s palm smacks down suddenly on your ass, a small, sharp slap that has you moaning.
You arch your back, as Taehyung lets out another low whine.
“You look so hot with your ass up in the air like that,” He groans out, then his palm comes down again in an even harder slap against you, making you sigh out his name.
You can feel it everywhere - the few seconds of pain and the tingle over your skin, Taehyung’s hands working over where he had spanked you before they travel up and down your thighs.
It feels like your entire lower body is tingling, like every nerve ending is on fire.
You clench your thighs desperately, pressing harder against Taehyung, suddenly consumed with a desire to be filled, to be fucked.
“Feels even better than before, doesn’t it?” Yoongi’s voice is low in your ear and all you can do is tip your head back and moan in affirmation.
“Open your mouth, baby girl.”
Your eyes flutter open to see Yoongi standing in front of you, a smirk playing on his lips.
There, in his hands is a small black ball attached on two sides to a strip of supple black leather.
You swallow, hard, a fresh tremor of lust tingling up your spine before you open your mouth obediently, gazing up at Yoongi.
Behind you, you hear Taehyung let out a soft moan, a “I’m so hard, fuck. I want to fuck her so badly.”
Yoongi keeps his eyes on you as he places the ball between your lips.
“Taehyung, hold her hair.” He speaks, and you feel Taehyung’s big hands at the nape of your neck, brushing your hair away as Yoongi fastens the strap of the ballgag.
The ballgag is unfamiliar in your mouth, it holds your mouth open - you can already feel your mouth watering, eyes wide as you glance up at Yoongi. He is looking at you with an expression of dark arousal, and behind him in the mirror you can see Taehyung standing behind you. The muscles in his shoulders and arms flex as he grips your hips harder, an expression of lust and awe in his face as he looks at you.
You- your eyes tick over your own reflection – youon all fours, hair messy and pulled to one side, bites adorning your neck, and there ¬– held between your lips, a black ball. It sends a whole new series of shivers running over your skin as you refocus your attention on Yoongi.
“You look like such a good perfect slut,” He sighs, behind you, you can feel the tip of Taehyung’s cock teasing at your entrance.
You whine softly, it comes out muffled against the ballgag and you gaze up at Yoongi.
He lets out a tiny, choked moan. “Look at you,” He murmurs, “Such a good girl for Daddy.”
You groan against the object in your mouth, arch your back harder against Taehyung, who you can feel cockteasing at your entrance.
“You want Tae to fuck you?” Yoongi asks in a low voice. “He won’t until I tell him to. He wants to, don’t you Tae?”
You hear Taehyung inhale sharply, his voice coming out in a desperate, rushed growl, “I want to fuck you so badly-”
“And do you want to be fucked by him, babygirl?” Yoongi directs the question to you, and you nod, gazing up at him with wide eyes.
You can feel the tip of Taehyung’s cock teasing at your slit. You are so wet that you aren’t sure whether it’s your own slick entrance or his precum, but he thrusts inside of you with ease.
Your breath stutters out at the feeling of him sliding inside of you, pushing his entire length deep into your walls. Before you can adjust to the feeling of him stretching you out, you feel Taehyung’s hands at the nape of your neck, fingers lacing through your hair.
Your fingers curl into fists around Yoongi’s bedsheets, almost out of instinct - and you feel a tiny rush of anticipation jolt through your body as Taehyung pulls hard against your hair.
He pulls hard enough to make your scalp sting, he snaps his hips hard against you, emits a small growl as he crooks his body even closer over yours.
The weight of him completely on top of you, dominating you, and the feeling of his hand wrapped up in your hair, has you keening out an animalistic moan.
Your lips are still clamped over the ball gag, and you look up silently with wide, lustful eyes at Yoongi, who is leaning closer to you now. Taehyung starts to snap his hips harder, tugging your hair with each punishing thrust of his hips against yours.
Yoongi’s lips brush at the side of your neck, his teeth nipping teasingly at the sensitive slope of skin there. You are faintly aware of his hand gliding up and down his own shaft, touching himself like Taehyung had been earlier. Touching himself over you,over each rough, dominating thrust of Taehyung’s cock.
Your mind is racing - the satisfaction of finally being full, stuffed full of Taehyung’s huge cock, the feeling of being utterly owned by him, one hand massaging your ass and the other tangled in your hair… and then this - Yoongi’s teeth grazing at your pulse point, his finger darting over your clit.
You are brimming with it, of the feeling of being touched and dominated, and then you hear Taehyung let out a low, desperate whine.
“You feel so fucking good,” Taehyung sighs out, “Such a sweet, tight cunt, God,” His voice is throaty and hungry with lust as he fucks into you harder - so hard that it has you crying out against the ballgag in your mouth.
It’s riding over you like a wave - pleasure, want, and a dark kind of lust that is unfurling inside of you. It’s like something is being unlocked, something sinful and darkly, deeply delicious.
Yoongi’s finger drums against your clit, in a teasing, lilting tapping motion that has no set rhythm - he presses long and fast, slow and quick, and it has your back arching even harder, desperation throbbing through your core.
“You look so hot with that in your mouth baby.” Taehyung sighs out, he grips your hair harder, jerking your head back. “Look at yourself- such a gorgeous fuckdoll.”
Your eyes widen as you take in your reflection in the mirror. The ballgag in your mouth, your dilated, fucked out eyes. Yoongi, by your side, gazing at you, his fingers playing with your clit, face dipped into your neck, other hand working his length.
Taehyung, behind you, his hair sweaty and falling into his eyes, shoulders arched as he fucks into you, one hand knotted through your hair.
You, bent forward on all fours, submitting under both beautiful hybrid men. Your walls tighten for a moment with pleasure at the sight- that same dark, sinful kind of pleasure.
“You look good…” Taehyung’s voice growls out, “I’m going to be thinking about how good you look all week. Make that all month. Not going to stop thinking about it, you, looking so obedient, so pretty, all ours…”
The thought of the Dog hybrid’s hand wrapped around his thick cock as he thinks about you and this, the words ‘all ours’, have your walls tightening.
Yoongi, sensing how close you are, begins to rapidly circle his fingers around your clit. This time, he settles into a rhythm - and you breathing quickens.
Yoongi’s lips move up to your ear, kissing a slow, teasing trail up your jaw.
Taehyung pulls hard on your hair, your head jerks up a fraction, enough to gaze into Yoongi’s dark, hypnotic eyes before he leans in.
You can’t speak, not with the ball gag in your mouth, but you tell him with your eyes how much you want them both, how good they feel. How you’ll do anythingfor them to keep going, to keep fucking you.
Yoongi dips his head forward, lips brushing at your ear.
“Does the Tiger fuck you as good as this?”
You tremble, moan out against the ballgag in your mouth at that sudden words that spill out of Yoongi’s mouth.
“We could fuck you like this every night…” Yoongi continues, his voice silken, “You could be Daddy’s slut, how does that sound?” He runs his tongue over your earlobe and you feel Taehyung start to fuck into you faster, harder.
Yoongi’s fingers are still on your clit and you are hyper-aware of how wound up you are getting, how hard your core is pulsing.
Taehyung adjusts his hips and pushes into you, so deep that it has you gasping out. You catch Taehyung’s eager smirk in the mirror’s reflection as he thrusts even deeper inside of you, enough so that you feel your toes curling.
You are close - so fucking close that all you can taste and see is a crimson red urgency.
“You’re ours right now,” Taehyung sighs out, you keep your gaze locked on him.
Yoongi chuckles in your ear, puts another finger against your clit. You shudder, still staring directly at Taehyung. He has an easy, confident smile teasing on his face, he tugs on your hair and your head jerks back.
Yoongi’s fingers tease harder against your clit and you begin to tremble. You can feel it like a wave, so close to orgasm that your vision blurs, and then your entire cunt clenches.
The release fills your with a heady, hazy bliss, one that has your walls throbbing.
Your body shakes, Taehyung moans out and slows his thrusts, fucking into you with deliberate strokes of his cock, eyes fluttering as he feels you cum around him.
Yoongi pulls his fingers away and reaches behind your head, he undoes the ball gag and your head lolls forward.
Yoongi’s fingers brush delicately at your chin, cleaning you up from the ballgag, behind you, you can feel Taehyung bend forward, stamping kisses down your spine and shoulder blades.
Yoongi’s fingertips brush over your lips, your eyes rolling slightly from your intense orgasm, you obediently lick your wetness clean off of his fingers, a glow settling over your skin as Yoongi reaches forward and kisses you. Slowly, with his tongue gently teasing yours, and you feel the euphoric haze of your orgasm slip away as you kiss Yoongi back, feel Taehyung’s hands caress your back and your shoulders.
When Yoongi pulls away, you are dazed, blinking heavily with wide, fucked out eyes. You turn your attention to Taehyung, who is still buried deep inside of you, his hands holding your hips in place.
He meets your gaze, his eyes intense, a smile toying on his lips.
“I want to stuff you full with my cum, baby girl.”
“Y-yes, please Tae-” Your voice is hoarse, desperate, you turn to look at Yoongi. You reach out, wrapping your fingers around his shaft.
“I, I want…”
Yoongi’s eyes darken in realization, he swallows hard, and for the first time you see his composure falter as an expression of pure lust slips over his features.
“You want me to cum on you too, baby girl?”
You nod, and Yoongi lets out a soft, throaty sigh.
“God, you’re…” His voice trails off and you begin to run his hand over his cock faster. Taehyung licks his lips and brings down his palm against your ass, you shudder as he squeezes where he spanked you, pushes into you deeper.
Yoongi sits beside you, one hand brushing through your hair as you work his length. It feels good, his fingers working through your scalp, as Taehyung begins to slowly slide in and out of you, grinding upward with each ministration of his hips.
You moan out, letting out a shaky “Please cum in me, please,” and nod your head, Taehyung just smiles, clenches his jaw and begins to thrust into you harder. You turn to Yoongi, “I want you to cum on my face.”
The thought is erotic - Taehyung filling you with his cum, enough so that any zodiac hybrid who comes near you for the next few days will smell it on your skin and buried deep inside of your cunt. Yoongi, with his cum all over your lips and cheeks, claiming you.
You know it turns both men on too, Yoongi lets out a soft moan. “I’m close.” He moves, shifting so that he is on his knees in front of you, his cock directly in front of your face. “Good,” You sigh out, you glance up at Yoongi. “Thank you, Daddy.” He lets out a long, pitchy moan at your words, and you turn your head, fluttering your lids at Taehyung, “Please fill me up with your cum too, Tae.”
Taehyung’s eyes widen momentarily and he lets out a low moan. “You want everyone to know how good you were fucked by us tonight, don’t you?”
He grips your hips harder, you can tell he’s close from the pitchiness of his voice. Taehyung is so expressive - you can see it all over his face, the twitch of his jaw, the way his tongue darts out to lick his lips, how he keeps his gaze locked on you like he wants to devour you, all of you.
“Yes,” You moan out. Taehyung’s hips snap harder, faster and then you gasp out. He crooks his body over yours, his hands grabbing the small of your waist as he stutters forward.
He lets out a shaky, desperate moan, you can hear his orgasm in the velvet strain of his voice. He cums deep inside of you, his sounds of pleasure melt against Yoongi, who is beginning to let out a broken, desperate groans as you continue to work his cock with your hand. “I’m-” Yoongi stutters out and you continue to glide your hand faster up and down Yoongi’s shaft until finally his body jerks, and ropes of cum shoot out, painting your face - his cum dripping down your lips and cheeks.
After a beat, Yoongi’s body relaxes, he lets out a soft, hummed “Fuck, that was…” His voice trails off, you lift your head to meet Taehyung’s gaze in the mirror. He has a happy, dazed smile on his face as he slides out of you.
You let out a tiny gasp, feeling some of his cum drip out of your walls and down your thighs.
“Open.” You look up to see Yoongi running his fingers over the inside of your thigh, he traces the finger over your cheek before holding it to your lips. They’re coated in Taehyung’s and Yoongi’s cum, and you obediently lick his finger, until it is clean. You feel Taehyung shifting behind you, looping his arms around your waist, watching with wide, aroused eyes.
“That’s so hot,” He sighs happily, “You’re so hot.”
He flops back on the bed onto his back and Yoongi brushes the hair away from your face, reaching over to his bedside table and grabbing a fistful of tissues. He gently dabs at our face, wiping the cum away.
You can still taste both hybrid’s cum on your tongue, suddenly aware of how much your body aches.
“Let’s rest,” Yoongi says, his voice soft, and you nod.
You settle back onto the sheets, after a moment you feel Yoongi lowering himself onto the bed beside you.
Your eyes flutter closed. You can hear Taehyung’s breaths, heavy and labored, contrasted against Yoongi’s soft, deep breathing, and the sounds are comforting – they help to settle your dizzy mind and slow your fevered thoughts.
As you relax, Taehyung lets out a content sigh and rolls over onto his side, curling closer until he is nestled against your side. His palm splays over your hip, his face nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his leg thrown comfortably over you.
You can feel so much of him, his lips pressing sporadic, sloppy little kisses against your collarbones.
Yoongi on the other hand stays completely still, lying flat on his back. He reaches out with one hand and brushes his fingers up your jawline, brushing over your hair.
Carefully, he combs through your hair with his fingertips, scratching your head in slow, hypnotic motions. His touch is surprisingly tender and you feel your body start to unwind.
You are melting into the mattress, your body tucked in between two men. You feel safe, heady with bliss, and you slip into a dreamless sleep.
When you awaken a few hours later, you let out a happy sigh.
Your body is sated, your mind a touch fuzzy around the edges, muscles starting to ache – and with that as a cue, you sit yourself up and start to get dressed.
When you are fully clothed, you look at the bed, all crumpled sheets and the smell of sex in the air, and feel a sense of fondness bloom inside of your chest.
Both men are still fast asleep, Taehyung is spread like a starfish on his tummy, eyelids fluttering, animated even in his sleep. Ever the Dog hybrid. Yoongi is beside him, utterly still and serene, lips parted as he lets out the tiniest of snores, body curled tightly into a ball.
“Thank you.” You whisper.
You straighten, cast one more look at the sleeping Snake and Dog, and with that, you leave Yoongi’s apartment.
Yoongi wakes up to the sound of clattering pots and pans. Letting out an irritated “tch”, he drags his body out of bed to find the source of the racket.
As expected, it’s Taehyung- digging around in his kitchen cabinets for something to eat.
“I’ll order food, there’s nothing there.” Yoongi mutters bluntly and Taehyung turns his head a fraction, Yoongi sees a corner of his signature boxy grin.
“… We could get pizza.”
Yoongi just rolls his eyes. “Fine.”
Taehyung bounces away from the cabinets and leans over the kitchen counter, eyes locked on Yoongi.
“So,” He begins conspiratorially. “When are we seeing her again for round two?”
“We aren’t.” Yoongi says in a flat tone.
“Why not?” Taehyung pouts, “She was so good. And she knewshe was good, she liked it-”
Yoongi suppresses a little shiver at Taehyung’s words, dark and sinful images of all the things he had done to you and all the things he still wantsto do to you flooding into his thoughts.
He presses them down, meets Taehyung’s pouty frown and sighs.
“Iknow she was good. But there will be no round two, Tae. You already know why.”
Taehyung grumbles in protest, but Yoongi knows Tae isn’t going to push it further. As happy go lucky as the younger man seems - he still keenly observes his surroundings. If Yoongi had picked up on the reason why their evening with you was going to be a once off, then Tae definitely would have too.
“I’m gonna have a shower.” Taehyung sighs, “Don’t forget the pizza.” He calls over his shoulder as heads straight for Yoongi’s bathroom – without even asking by the way – and Yoongi just lets out another “tch”, right from the back of his throat.
You had been as good as he had hoped – no, you were even better, with your doe-eyed obedience and expressive, pretty face. Your sloppy cunt and each desperate little whimper that had fallen out of your lips.
Yoongi would love to make you his, to claim you… but, as both he and Taehyung understood, he can’t.
As much as he wanted more of you, the Rabbit… he knew that this was going to be the only time. He had been surprised when Namjoon had even agreed to it in the first place. He had even enjoyed the animalistic jealousy and anger that had flashed across Namjoon’s face when Yoongi had asked.
Yoongi knew that Namjoon wouldn’t be able to say no, that he was too proud to admit that he had been tamed. That as much as he had a claim on you, you too had somehow put a claim on him.
But it wasn’t until Yoongi had actually been with you, touching you, feeling you that he actually got it. You and Namjoon belonged to one another. Yoongi had tasted it all over you, known it with the innate animal instinct deep in his belly – the Rabbit had won over the Tiger.
Something deep and inhuman inside of his core told him that the moment you left him and Taehyung in that bed, Namjoon would be there somehow, with his body pressed against yours, reclaiming you, telling you he wanted you all to himself.
A wry smile twists at Yoongi’s lips. If he was any other hybrid, maybe he’d fight for you - but that wasn’t his style. He was the snake hybrid through and through: composed, watchful, cool and collected. If anything, he would wait for an opportunity to strike or let it go. That included all things surrounding you, now.
Just like in the old Zodiac legend that they all knew back to front, the Tiger is just a little bit faster, a little bit stronger, a little bit smarter, and most of all – he had gotten there first, met you first.
If only, Yoongi muses to himself. If fucking only.
“Pizz-a!” Taehyung shouts out suddenly, and Yoongi’s head jerks up,, shaking him from his thoughts. He shakes his head and grabs his phone, googling the nearest pizza place to satisfy the Dog and his neverending appetite.
“The Rabbit.” Yoongi sighs under his breath resignedly as he brings the phone to his ear, a wry smile twisting at his cool, usually composed features. He would give up nearly anything to claim you as his - to have you as his own, to see all the ways in which he could make you scream out his name in pleasure.
“If only,” Yoongi mutters, the phone ringing out in his ear.
If fucking only.
amynote: thank you for indulging my Need to write hybrid threesome pwp ♡ i’ve been wanting to write a ballgag scene in a fic ever since reading Nana to Kaoru, and finally it’s happened! yahoo!
also why do i want to write a dragon jimin spinoff now
