~Swimming with the Pheromones~ (M)
Your hybrids smell something odd and things get a little heated to say the least.
Rated M for Mature: Smut with a hint of cursing
cathybrid!yoongi/doghybrid!taehyung/fem!reader
Word Count: 11,362
Explain the point of…blah blah blah.
Yeah, no, not today.
We’re not doing this right now. Why do teachers think it’s a good idea to give extra homework on the long weekends? Yes, everyone earned an additional two days off, but of course the professor who teaches your most hated course of the semester would throw in a few more questions.
This is the small bit of work you have left and there are only five questions remaining. You want to get it done, right here in this library, before you go home to enjoy your long needed vacation. You stretch your limbs high into the air, shoulder joints cracking at the movement.
Okay. You can do this. The sooner you finish, the sooner you can go home and cuddle with the boys without any worry. With the little voice cheering you on inside your head, you pick up your pencil and begin writing, determination reenergizing you.
~*~
Humming to yourself as you suck on the delicious strawberry lollipop the library was giving out, you giddily skip to your doorstep, ecstatic that you were able to complete all of your assignments. Unlocking the door to your apartment, you hear the suspenseful music before anything else.
Creeping in quietly as you gently shut the door, you are met with two figures huddling under a blanket on the couch as they cling to one another for dear life. They haven’t seen you yet and a quick glance at the TV depicts a gruesome-filled scene which explains the eerie music. It seems like your hybrids have stumbled across their first horror movie. One that will more than likely lead to nightmares if the invisible ghost that drags a girl across the floor has any say.
“Hello there,” you call out, hoping that they will recognize your voice and that it won’t scare them to pieces.
It doesn’t work. In fact, it has the opposite effect.
Before you can so much as blink, the dog hybrid is practically up and over the cat who yanks him behind in a protective manner, hissing menacingly at the threat, which in this is case is you. You’re not even fazed, only desperately trying not to squeal at the cuteness before you.
“Y/N?” The hiss dying down as Yoongi dismisses the idea of you being an intruder.
“Hi. Sorry about that, I was trying not to scare anyone. That didn’t seem to work out too well,” you guiltily admit, setting your backpack down as you ease onto the couch beside them.
“Y/N, you’re home!” The other hybrid shouts as he climbs over his human shield so he can pull you into a hug.
“Hey, you. What are you doing watching this spooky stuff?” You rub the pup’s sunshine-colored hair while stroking the cat’s white ear closest to you. The canine plops his head on your shoulder and the feline silently squeezes himself beside him, drooping his head closer to you for easier access to his ears.
“Well, it was on TV and we thought it was like that one show you watch with the guys trying to find ghosts on the camera,” Taehyung explains. Pulling your hand away, you remove the lollipop from your mouth for a bit so you can talk better.
“Aww, sweetie, this is a little different from my shows. This is a horror movie, a pretty scary one from the looks of it.”
Both hybrids nod in agreement, eyes wide as they stare at you, almost as if they’re afraid you’re going to shank them with the stick of half-eaten candy.
“How about we watch something else instead? I don’t want anyone getting any nightmares.” Seizing custody of the remote you flick through the channels until another more appropriate show is displayed. A game show is on and you leave it at that, tossing the remote on the table as you face the now calm boys beside you. “Also I’m sorry I’m late, I got caught up with school, but I did bring back some sweet treats for y’all.”
Reaching down, you dig through your school bag and pull out various sticks of colorful candy which the boys immediately focus on. You hold your hand out and they each take one, ripping the wrappers off and popping them into their mouths.
“Since it’s already so late I was thinking we could order online because cooking would take too long,” you suggest, standing up to search for the menus that are stuffed somewhere in the designated kitchen drawer.
As you move passed them, Taehyung waits until you’re out of earshot before he turns to Yoongi.
“Tell me you smell it too,” he begs.
“What? This great sour apple lolli—”
“No, not the candy. Y/N. As in her scent,” he enunciates. The cat hybrid deeply inhales a few times before he catches the delicious smell he had been unsuccessfully trying to avoid since the moment you sat down on the sofa.
The feline eventually huffs a sigh of defeat. “Okay, fine, yes, I smell it too. But, you don’t think she’s…” He trails off, chancing a look in your direction as you rummage through the drawers.
“I think she’s in heat. Or going to be soon,” Taehyung concludes, loving how your V-neck tee dips low in the front. He sucks more of the watermelon candy as he watches you perform the most mundane task with animated eyes.
For hybrids, it’s typical for them to go into heat so they could reproduce. They’re very keen to this change and this would be a time where they would assist their significant others in this phase, usually for sexual pleasure. It’s a time for partners to bond and grow closer with one another. But, you’re human. You can’t sense the rise in estrogen like the hybrids could. No, you’re too busy ordering food for the three of you, completely oblivious of the horny boys in the living room.
“How are we going to sleep in the same bed as her tonight?” Taehyung ponders, troubled thoughts clanging in his mind like bells.
“Simple, we’re not,” the cat decides, turning to watch the TV with a finality that means this conversation is over. Before the dog boy has a chance to argue against the insane idea he’s cut off of as you round the corner.
“Guys, what do you want on your pizza?” You ask.
The next few days are going to be interesting and you don’t even know it.
~*~
This can’t be happening.
They’re not seriously going to leave you in your room, alone. As in, by yourself.
Taehyung can’t stop thinking about it as he lies awake in bed, listening to the snoring cat hybrid sleep without a care in the world. Yoongi had insisted the two of them would be fine in their room, despite the terrifying experience they had undergone with the scary movie. The canine just can’t stop worrying about you, which results in tossing and turning as well as kicking off the blankets. He stares at the Scooby-Doo nightlight, half wishing he’d lend him some advice to ease his mind. Or at the very least talk the boy out of waking up Mr. Grumpy cat behind him and you know, live to see another day.
He has to at least try. Taehyung flips over towards the slumbering cat hybrid who’s lost in the world of dreams, small hand twitching ever so often. Knowing there’s a chance he might not make it out alive, the canine gently drags a hand across the sheets to the figure and lightly pokes a finger into Yoongi’s cheek.
“Mmph,” he grunts, shifting his face away from the nuisance by smashing his face directly into the pillows.
Poke. Poke. Taehyung continues prodding the feline’s exposed neck line. “Yoongi, wake up.”
“Whaaat?” The cat groans, rolling his head just enough to peel his eyes open maybe a centimeter so he can squint at Taehyung.
“Did you have a nightmare?” The question his first guess as to why he is being summoned from the depths of sleep by his roommate.
“No, it’s Y/N.” Those three words shoot him upright with globe eyes, as though ice water were poured on him.
“What’s wrong? Is she okay?” His ears are straight at attention, listening for something, anything that could be amiss, but everything seems fine. He can hear your steady breathing from your room and he props his head in his hand as he looks to the canine with narrow eyes.
“What are you up to, pup?” He doesn’t have to wait long for the floods to burst as Taehyung spills his concerns to the other hybrid.
“We need to be with Y/N, not here. She could be in danger!” He yelps, ears and tail swishing anxiously as he clutches at his hair.
The feline rolls his eyes before grabbing a random pillow and slapping the other hybrid with it. “Seriously? TaeTae, she’s fine. If anything, she’s probably blissfully at peace because she’s not dealing with our hormonal asses right now.” He goes to lie down and continue his dream of chilling on the beach while eating ice cream with you and Taehyung before it was so rudely interrupted. When he returns to the dream world he’s definitely dumping the dog in the cold water.
Only if said hybrid didn’t grapple onto him and yank him back up. The terrified hybrid snatches the front of his nightshirt in desperation and the purple owl on the front loses its poor face as it’s caught in clutches of the canine. “But what if the ghost in the movie tries to take her away?” He panics, shaking the male as if by doing so it can somehow rattle his brain enough to understand the gravity of the situation.
Yoongi pries the other boy off of him and holds him by the shoulders. “Okay, first of all, that’s not gonna happen,” he says with a shake of his head. “A ghost isn’t going to just swoop in and kidnap Y/N. And second, no more horror movies for you.” Letting him go to adjust his shirt back into place, he successfully fixes the scrunched up owl with glasses on the front.
“First off, I like your second point, no more horror anything.” Taehyung crosses his arms in the sign of an X. “Secondly, why are we separating ourselves like this? We’re not in the old black and white shows that Y/N watches so I don’t get why we have to sleep in separate beds,” he concludes with exasperation, ears folding in distress.
“I told you, we’re playing it safe and being respectful of Y/N. She’s human, not a hybrid. While we may be more willing to act and fulfill our desires during our heats, it’s not always the same for humans. Y/N might not even know about the change in her body right now.”
“Huh?” The blond boy asks in confusion because how could you not know?
Why are they having a biology lesson in the middle of the night? The cat boy huffs and scrubs a hand through his black locks. “Look, I mean, she might not be feeling the effects of her body. Maybe she’s horny, maybe she’s not. I don’t know. We can’t assume that she is, we would have to ask her. And no, we’re not going to ask her tonight so don’t even think about it you horndog,” Yoongi blocks the upcoming question from being spit out by the other, who whines pitifully.
“What about tomorrow? And how do you know this stuff?” The pup continues undeterred.
“Books. Y/N has quite a collection and I read them while she’s in class. And no, we’re not asking her at all, end of story. Are we done here?” Not waiting for a reply he plops back down into the nest of pillows.
“Hmph, no. Well that’s good to know at least about the books. I may have to check into them. Anyway, as much as I loved the science lecture I still say we go to her room tonight. Come on, Suga, I’ll be good, I promise. We’re just going to sleep and that’s it,” the dog boy pleads at the last part, nuzzling up to the older one by lying directly on top of him.
The cat boy grunts at the added weight on his chest. “Now you’re being ridiculous. Seriously, what’s wrong with just sleeping here?” The cat scoffs and he cringes when he catches sight of the blinding clock that screams 12:09. Precious minutes of sleep, lost because someone can’t keep his mouth shut. “Whatever, you go have fun with your sleepover then and I’ll stay here in our warm, comfy bed,” Yoongi finally decides.
Refusing to take no for an answer, Taehyung relentlessly debates his view. “Fine. And what if we do end up deciding to get frisky tonight? I mean, you can just stay here your boring sleep while we have all the fun!” He yelps as a low growl resonates through the feline’s chest and bounces into his.
The mere thought of missing out on you caught in your rapture threatens the lives of their bedsheets as Yoongi’s claws extend and he feels himself throbbing. He takes a few calming breaths so he can retract his sharpened nails and he blows out a sigh before answering.
“Alright, alright. We’ll sleep in her room tonight. But behave, got it? There will be no funny business.” He bops a finger on the hybrid who merely blinks.
Taehyung rolls his eyes, but reveals a boxy smile at having won the argument. “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. Now let’s go!” He all but drags Yoongi out of bed and they stumble down the dark hallway before collapsing on either side of you.
You barely stir, not really noticing the addition to your bed as you situate your body into a more comfortable position.
~*~
When you wake up, you’re surprised to find two people curled up beside you because you distinctly remember going to bed alone.
Somehow that’s changed, since one hybrid is tucked into your neck while the other’s face is squished in your boobs. Two tails are curled around your legs and you’re lassoed in by two sets of arms. The hybrid near your throat shifts himself as he presses closer to you, his tongue snaking out to lick the velvety skin. You easily identify him as Taehyung, noting the tuft of yellow peeking out from the corner of your eye.
You turn a little, hoping that you don’t wake either of the boys, but as you move, something hard pushes the outside of your thigh. Make that both your thighs. Confused, you lift the covers to figure out what it is, only to feel a thrust from Taehyung’s hips and—oh. It should have been your first guess as these things tend to happen. Although that doesn’t stop you from flying out of bed, knocking the cat previously on top of you into the mattress.
“Y/N, what’s the matter?” Taehyung calls from the bed as he sees you making a beeline to the bathroom.
“No, no. Everything’s fine, just really had to pee,” you reassure before the door slams soon after.
“What was that all about?” Taehyung muses as the cat sits up to stretch his muscles while letting out a big yawn.
His black hair is unkempt and even more mussed from being dropped onto the bed. Yoongi’s the first to solve the problem as he observes the bulge in his shorts. Fuck. He can only assume that the other hybrid isn’t faring any better. “TaeTae, did you rut against Y/N?” It’s not the first time someone, usually Yoongi, has been woken up with morning wood being shoved up against him.
“Maybe.” Taehyung sheepishly scratches the top of his head. “Wasn’t your face in her boobs?”
Now it’s Yoongi’s turn to be full of chagrin. “Maybe.” He rubs the back of his ear and picks at the thread of the comforter with his other hand.
“So much for being respectful hybrids,” the dog boy sighs and he sits up, only to lean heavily on the cat, head resting on his shoulder.
“Eh, these things are normal. Don’t worry about it too much, TaeTae,” the older male assures with a pat to the younger’s head.
After you finish relieving yourself, you pop your head in the doorway, speaking a mile a minute. “Hey guys, I’m going to head to the kitchen and start cooking breakfast.” Before you give them a chance to respond you’re already retreating down the hall.
“She’s at the peak of her heat,” Taehyung voices, instantly detecting your sweet scent when he lifts his nose to test the air. It’s sharper, more pungent, which means that you’re in your prime.
Damn. The two hybrids’ thoughts mimic one another.
“And it’s supposed to be a long weekend for students,” the cat informs and he rubs his hands over his eyes with frustration, wondering how they’re going to get through this weekend. It most certainly doesn’t help that their noses can pick up every molecule you distribute in the air like a couple of bloodhounds searching for their prey.
“What are we gonna do?” The dog boy asks, distress evident in his words.
Yoongi shrugs. “Deal with it. I’ll probably go take a cold shower and handle this.” He gestures to his lower extremities before climbing off the bed and the canine lets gravity take over as he drops on the covers.
“Okay, I guess I’ll just hang here for a bit and maybe sleep some of it off.” Taehyung clutches one of your pillows in front of him and burrows his face into it. The feline could hear the distinct sound of Taehyung’s nose snuffling the pillow like a dog with its favorite bone. Shooting a deadpan stare at the hybrid who’s practically snorting against your cushion, nose getting a major workout as it’s jammed into the fabric.
“Whatever you say, TaeTae. Just keep your instincts in check and don’t go peeing on a tree or something,” he says, leaving him to continue his sniffing activities after a well-deserved raspberry is blown at him.
“That was one time!”
~*~
“Stupid hormones,” Yoongi grumbles under his breath as he shucks a shirt over his body.
It didn’t work. Not that he expected it to, but hey, there’s a sliver of hope that’s still alive, even if it is buried under the dirt labelled logic and desire. No matter how much he tries, his mind refuses to quit imagining you in place of his hands. Your small pretty lips wrapped around him as you sucked him down like you did with that damn red lollipop last night.
Shit, he’s so screwed. Just that tiny flicker of a thought is enough to make him rock hard all over again.
Apparently, Taehyung isn’t having much luck either as he’s currently nipping your shoulders and planting little kisses all along your neck. Abandoning his post in your room, the hybrid had mindlessly tracked the citrus fragrance down to the kitchen where you were. When his eyes focused in on your pink underwear that said hello to the world as you bent down to retrieve a fallen napkin, he rushed in your direction without a second thought. The pup can vaguely hear his conscious tossing warning signs that screams abort abort abort, only to be run over by the hormone train who chugs on full steam ahead.
You didn’t hear his eager patter of bare feet on the linoleum and are suddenly crushed in a hug as you become trapped against the counter. The innocent eggs laying on the marbled surface are crushed as your hands slap the countertop in an attempt to steady yourself and yolk drips onto the floor by your toes. At least the already toasted bread is spared from the same fate.
Your canine hybrid pins you from behind as his lips get friendly with your neck and his nose is overwhelmed by the lovely smell of your shampoo that mixes excellently with your body. He can’t help it, the only thing he knows is the scent of cinnamon, the tangible, intoxicating, and pure delicious aroma overwhelming his sinuses.
You’re not faring any better, his sinful tongue shutting down your thought process as his ministrations continue to distract you while his hands roam under the front of your shirt, deft fingers gliding across your stomach until they come into contact with your soft mounds. If they rose just a little higher they could become acquainted with your—
“Taehyung!” Yoongi admonishes in disbelief at the sight of the canine groping you in the kitchen. Said boy whimpers as he is yanked backwards, t-shirt stretching comically as he is dragged out of the kitchen and ultimately away from you.
“Cold shower. Now.” The command is made of steel and Taehyung pouts at the merciless cat before moping to himself as he heads towards the bathroom with lemon-colored ears drooping sadly.
Only when the shower turns on does the charcoal-haired cat carefully step near you and you hastily adjust your nightshirt back into its proper place. Your fast-paced movements stir your heady scent and Yoongi tries not to fall under your spell too.
“You good?” Yoongi has to resist the impulse of scrunching his nose as well as ignoring the compulsion of finishing what Taehyung had previously started.
You nod and rush to clean up the broken mess of eggs that had been sacrificed during your steamy encounter with Taehyung, a bit ashamed of your reaction or lack thereof.
Yoongi watches you for a second before he mentally sighs and says, “Hey, sorry about Taehyung. He’s, we’renot in our right state of minds right now.”
“Oh no, it’s fine. I don’t know what’s up with me today.” Liar, you know exactly what’s up!
“It’s cause you’re in heat,” he blurts out, slapping a hand over his mouth in mortification. Did he really just say that out loud? Is it too late to switch places with the buttered toast on the plate so he can soon be nonexistent?
That causes you to freeze, bits of broken egg cupped in your palms as you turn to face him in confusion. “In heat? But I’m not a hybrid.”
“I—I know, the human equivalent term would be…ovulating, I guess. Hybrids can sense the change in bodies and it makes us a little antsy, you could say.” He scuffs his feet on the tiles and swivels his toes back and forth as a distraction.
“So do male hybrids go into heat too?” You ask, depositing the egg shells in the trash can before turning to face him again.
“No, it’s just females. But we usually help our partners by…mating with them.” He cringes as he says the last part, ears and face burning a hot fireball red, wishing he can melt into the floor like the egg yolk from earlier.
Yoongi didn’t clarify the word, there’s no need as you have a good idea on what the term means. “Is it difficult for you to...deal with… if you don’t mate?”
“Nah, it’s not too bad. Nothing we can’t handle,” the feline laughs, hoping to mask the shakiness it’s partially concealed with.
“I beg to differ.” A voice contradicts as a blond dog rounds the corner and vanishes into the hybrids’ room.
Your face shows undiluted worry at the comment and the feline is quick to downplay the situation. “He’s exaggerating. We have hands and self-pleasure is an easy solution so don’t worry about us, seriously,” the hybrid nonchalantly says while internally cursing the other. Of course, he can’t really blame him because that cold shower probably did jack shit for him too.
“We’ll keep our distance from you so you won’t be uncomfortable.” He reaches around to steal a slice of toast from the counter, but catches another whiff of your sweet scent due to the close proximity and he nearly plows into the wall as he staggers away, tail flicking nervously.
~*~
This is such a bad idea.
You’re starting to rethink this plan of swimming with the pheromones idea. Or as your friends like to call it, the ocean’s sex with the sand if the blue and white outfit has any say. The hypnotizing sea blue lingerie covered everything just enough with a tad bit of pale lace that accented it quite nicely, depicting sea shells around your boobs.
You’re not scared of giving up your v-card to the hybrids, rather how could your amateur self help them when you have no experience whatsoever? While the farthest the three of you may have gone were a few heated make-out sessions, it doesn’t mean you’re not curious as to what else there is to explore.
The hybrids had gone out for some fresh air, desperately hoping that the outdoors would clear their heads of you. You’re currently contemplating what you should do when the boys came back. Sit and look pretty? Pretend to clean the house? Bury your head in the sand and throw this stupid idea out the window, taped onto a flying rocket so it’s forever lost into outer space? Unfortunately for you, there’s no time to chicken out as you hear the front door open.
Quick, act natural. Apparently, your body translates that into “sensually pose using whatever nearby prop is available,” which leads to you shoving your butt up onto your desk as you casually prop yourself against the wall.
Any person would have dived for the bed, but not you. No, you’re going to be creative and carry on with your out of this world façade. Next time you ought to grab a fork and start brushing your hair whilst singing because it would add to the little mermaid getup you’re currently flaunting. At least you’re smart enough not to sit on your laptop or any other valuable items.
Your name rings out and you answer the call with your location, crossing your legs as you wait with an air of nonchalance, even if it’s quite the contrary. When the hybrids come to greet you, they only mean to pop their heads in for half a second at most and book it back to their safe zone, but you throw an unexpected wrench in that plan.
Jaws drop like nutcrackers and Taehyung has to fumble with his ironically colored blueberry lollipop before he chokes on it. At least you know the lingerie is doing its job well, if their reactions are anything to go by.
Yoongi is the first one to recover or at least remember how to use his mouth and brain at the same time. “Uh, hey, did we scare you while you were changing?” It’s the only innocuous conclusion he can come to and even then he’s able to taint the scene with lust as he thinks about what you had to look like before you put on the thin veil of clothing. The poor cat’s eyes are ping-ponging everywhere but at you, finally opting to study the basket of plush animals on the floor beside your bed.
Lucky little bastards. Great, he knows it’s bad when it’s to the point where he’s jealous of a bunch of stuffed animals.
And to think that Yoongi thought she wasn’t horny. I knew my nose wasn’t lying! The canine’s thoughts travel down a more promiscuous route as he openly observes your unique pose. Your right hand is fiddling with the lace on your underwear and while you may be expressing blasé, your panicked heart and heated cheeks say otherwise. He could pick up on the nervous air that flits around you, so what better way to soothe your mind than by playing along?
While the cat is engaged in a staring contest with the tiny creatures, Taehyung voices his thoughts aloud as he proposes another possible scenario to your current state of dress. “Were you exercising, sweetheart, because we can help you with—ah!” Taehyung yelps when he isn’t allowed to finish his offer as Yoongi sharply pinches his arm. Cat is always ruining the fun.
“Actually,” you drawl, “I was going to assist you two with some physical activities. If you’re up to it that is.” You slide off the desk and promptly teeter on your legs, but you smile at them because you definitely meant to do that.
Both hybrids gulp simultaneously because is this actually about to happen? Every fantasy they had conjured up is nothing compared to how you look in this moment. Feet bare, you stand tall with an outfit that is almost as see through as the sea and yet, contrary to the water, they feel like you’re setting them on fire with each passing second.
You walk towards them, stopping when you’re in front and you shyly grasp their hands with your own. “I don’t want to leave you hanging like this so I figured I’d help in whatever way you need. Besides, you’re not the only ones feeling the burn,” you admit, tossing a smile and fluttering your eyelashes in what you hope is an inviting action.
“I knew it.”
“Are you—”
“Yes, Suga, I’m sure,” is your swift reply, not bothering to address the other smug hybrid because of course he knows. You gaze into their sets of chocolate eyes, one filled with hesitation and the other practically bouncing with mirth. Lifting yourself up, you kiss the timid cat’s lips and do the same with the canine, pausing only to remove the stick of candy before you put it back in its place after you taste the berry flavored lips.
Show time.
Stepping back until you reach the edge of your bed, you refuse to break eye contact and look away, no matter how tempting, holding yourself steady as you ease yourself onto the covers and scooch to the middle. There’s a beat and then Taehyung follows after you, hopping onto the mattress with a happy yip, hanging onto the lollipop caught between his teeth as he occasionally takes a short lick. There’s mischief dancing in his eyes, you can practically hear his teetering giggles, and you wonder what he’s planning because he’s always planning something.
That is, until you feel hands ghost across your back as your pretty azure blue bra is casually snapped off and falling down your arms, exposing your breasts. Resisting the powerful urge to cover yourself, you turn and find Yoongi pressing his lips on your shoulder, having decided to join in on the fun.
“Just wanted to make sure your cute little outfit doesn’t get destroyed in the upcoming events,” he explains, tossing the fabric somewhere behind him before it lands on the floor with a dull thud, its purpose now complete.
His hike from your shoulder leads him up the column of your neck until he follows the path of your jaw and then he meets your lips and the kiss that follows has sparks shooting all the way down to your toes. You can never get over their kisses and the effects they have on you. The extra anticipation only adds to the voltage as your lips tingle from the lovely exposure.
While you engage in the intense duel of tongues, the canine seems to have carried on with his naughty scheme and suddenly there’s a sticky sensation that begins at the top of your breasts before it’s sliding down and circling one of your nipples. Sparing a glance so as to determine what that feeling is, you are met with a certain dog hybrid friskily using his lollipop as a paint brush and drawing on your body with the artificial candy. Taehyung raises his head to look back at your astonished face, giving a delighted smile as he continues with his current task.
“What…the hell are you doing?” The feline asks, having detected your attention being sidetracked, almost not processing what he’s witnessing.
“What? I can’t let this lollipop just go to waste.” He moves the stick to your other breast and begins the process again with the bud.
“Then why not put it on the nightstand like a normal person?” Your cat retorts.
“So I can do this.” And then he lowers his head, fastening his lips onto the sugar coated nipple. You inhale sharply as his tongue flicks the bud and you fight the will of your impulsive fingers to grasp onto the back of his neck so he couldn’t move. You and the cat are stunned at how erotic it is to watch his head bob to the tempo of your hastened breaths, breasts heaving in time. The daffodil hair-colored male lets go for a brief second and his eyes beckon to Yoongi.
“Try it, Suga,” he lustfully suggests, ducking down to continue his task with his very wild tongue, teeth nipping your bud once, twice. Your head swoons backwards and you end up clutching onto Taehyung, hands threading in his hair as you hold on for dear life.
Slowly, the cat brings his head down before he latches onto your other lonely nub and you gasp, the sharp and wet touches making you squirm. A moan escapes from your lungs as juice trickles out of you, the beginnings of a tidal wave forming. You grab onto Yoongi’s head as well and keep both boys still, though in their ardor they end up leading your bare back to settle onto the bed. The more pleasant angle gives you a better view of their sugar rush treatment and the sight makes your thighs chafe together, trying to relieve the ache that is becoming ever present. Since two people are occupying the area between your legs you end up rubbing against them and the motion allows more wetness to seep out of you.
Both hybrids immediately scent the heat of your arousal and they continue suckling with a renewed vigor. After a few minutes, the canine can’t wait any longer so he pulls away and you almost refuse to let go, wanting him to stay longer. He slides his tongue across your stomach, leaving a thin trail of saliva in his wake as he heads straight for your nether regions.
Yoongi, having licked all the sugar from your breasts, takes this opportunity to occupy your deserted lips as he passionately continues the kiss from before. Taehyung reaches his destination, catches his fingers through the ends of the silky underwear and tears them down your legs, nearly ripping the delicate fabric to shreds.
Not that you care because the breeze that drifts over your now unclothed center causes a shiver to ripple across you. The wind stems as an awareness to reality for you and you feverishly begin pawing at the cat boy’s shirt, coaxing him to get rid of the offending material. He does, breaking the kiss for only a second so he can yank it over his head and chuck it to the floor, then he’s planting his lips right back to where they originally were and you begin your exploration. Your hands glide across his smooth shoulders, down his taut biceps, and over his strong back.
Yoongi repeats the motions with your own body, hands roaming all about your frame, cupping your breasts then face in adoration. You feel Taehyung tracing more sticky candy on your inner thighs where he proceeds to slurp it up and you can feel his hot breath tickling your opening that has you wriggling your legs only for them to be restrained by his elbows.
“TaeTae, you better not stick that up my va—ah!” Something pushes inside your entrance and at first you really believe he actually stuck the lollipop inside of you, until it starts moving, curling and probing around your womanhood. His nail leads the way and you fidget at the odd sensation, not used to having someone else’s finger inside compared to your own. It’s rather thrilling to say the least because you’re not in control for once and before you know it the lonesome digit is followed by a companion. As the two fingers navigate through your vagina they begin to scissor and your eyes scrunch closed at the odd, burning sensation they cause.
“Easy, pup,” the feline warns as he vigilantly observes your face twist with more symptoms of pain.
“I’m being gentle, don’t worry. I’m just getting her ready for you,” he answers, quietly watching your facial expressions as well. His words cause more fluid to seep out of you, because damn that sounds hot, and the white liquid coats his hands.
“Wait, me?” Yoongi asks with a jerk of his head to the canine, not expecting the sudden role of being the unofficial leader.
He nods his head with an almost admiring beam on his lips. “Yeah, you’ve lived here the longest and you have more self-control than I do. Lots more control and I’d rather not break you, sweetheart. Although, you might wanna hurry it along, cat, before she comes all over my hand,” Taehyung notes indicating towards his thoroughly soaked appendages. He pulls it out to show you before he slips his fingers into his mouth to give you a taste.
A small whine rolls from his chest as his taste buds crackle with the new flavor and he hastily licks all around his hand, wanting to capture every drop of your essence. His excited reaction felt like he’s found his favorite ice cream flavor and he has a serious sweet tooth. The blonde regards you with unmistaken hunger in his sex-driven eyes and your glorious extract only makes his animalistic cravings even stronger.
Yoongi immediately notices the change and he’s quick to take hold of the reigns in this spicy affair. “I got it, Tae,” he asserts, quickly placing a hand on his shoulder. “We don’t want to send Y/N into oblivion too early now, do we?”
The canine gulps and he fights the visceral need to take you, muscles quivering as they remain in place. He slams his eyes shut as he tries to calm himself, but damn are his instincts really making it difficult. Sitting up to cup his chin you reassure the young hybrid by pressing a tender kiss to his lips, the loving peck forcing him to carefully open his craving eyes where they melt into yours.
“You wanna come up here, TaeTae? I could use some moral support, I’ve never really done this before,” you chuckle timidly.
Oh. It should have been obvious to the boys, but then again they’re beginners as well when it comes to having sexual intercourse with others, that is. Flashing eyes with one another there’s a pause of trepidation before they share a nod and make it their mission to shower you with the best sex they can give.
Taehyung nods to your offer, sticking the lollipop back in his mouth to distract his nose and moves up to replace Yoongi’s previously filled spot while Yoongi does the same, removing his clothes as well. Lying back down with Taehyung, he pets your hair softly with a chirrup. When the feline sidles between your legs you become slightly intimidated by his size, wondering how it’s going to fit inside you, but at the same time you’re even more turned on by his aching dick.
The cat looks to you for confirmation as well as permission because he absolutely did not want to screw this up, especially since this is going to be everyone’s first time. Your answer is to spread your legs wide, inviting him to your blossoming crotch.
Yoongi positions his member as he slowly slides inside, slipping in a little easier because of the liquid. You grapple onto his shoulders, clenching your teeth to stifle the cry that threatens to come out, your insides burning as he stretches you each time he moves deeper and you clench around him. He holds your thighs and locks your legs around his waist, relishing in the way you feel around him, inside and out.
“You’re alright, baby girl. We got you,” Yoongi growls, doing his best to remain still while your body adjusts to him, but it’s challenging because each time you tighten up around him, it only serves in making him wanting to thrust more inside you. Seeing an opportunity, Taehyung fondles your nipple to help ease your pain, hoping the interference is beneficial as he whimpers softly at your tense expression. The lollipop seems to be working for him as well, lust not as present as before.
Once you relax your muscles, he can continue his trek to your center and that’s when you feel it. A fire has ignited within you; the burning stretch has made way for a hot wave that is swirling deep in your core. You nod for him to continue and he does, pushing inch by tiny inch until he’s seated all the way and he waits for you to be accustomed. Yoongi brushes your hair from your sweaty face and Taehyung strokes your side as he kisses the tops of your breasts, each relieving you with their own sweet actions.
“I’m okay, you can move.”
The feline does as you say and the liquid you secrete makes it easier for him to slide in and out. Pain still lingers at the verge, but it’s soon overcome by pleasure as the waves begin to churn. Your breaths escalate to a staccato as his pace increases, the waves building and the pressure growing in your center rises. You feel like you’re about to burst, you’re panting and so is Yoongi. The once cold sheets are damp with perspiration on your back and you’re still clutching onto the hybrid with desperation, hoping to at least anchor yourself from being transferred into the celestial plane.
Taehyung only adds to the fire as his sneaky tail shimmies down to your clit and he’s maneuvering it to where it rapidly flicks the sensitive flesh of your clit as his keen orbs diligently watch every single tremble, every reaction you signal to them. His signature smirk makes a comeback, the sapphire candy only complements him, and you curse aloud. While your dog is occupying your clit, Yoongi’s hands engage with your breasts, squeezing the plump flesh and pinching the raw buds.
“Guys, I think—ah—I think I’m gonna explode!” You squeal as you’re overwhelmed by all the sensations.
“Perfect,” the cat purrs, his tail snaking around your ankle.
“That means we’re doing it right!” Your other hybrid yips. He continues his ministrations with his feisty tail and you’re impressed by how fluid and meticulous he is with the control. Each strand of fur tickles, but they also have the ability to make you even more horny. His eyebrows furrow in concentration, lollipop cornered into one cheek as he focuses all his attention on your body.
You toss your head to the side and your shoulders fidget, needing the urge to move and at one point it seems like your legs go numb as all the sensitivity rushes to your middle. Your body is hot like molten lava as sweat cascades all along you, the beads forming on Yoongi drop down onto you and it’s cool for a brief sense of relief before it quickly adds fuel to the fire. The waves are growing and growing, transforming into a full-fledged tsunami and the rush courses all through your buzzing veins.
Yoongi thrusts deeper, harder, faster, all at the same time and you think you’re going to combust any second now. Your gasps escalate in pitch, pupils dilating as your skin and bones shudder, nerves sparking as he comes into contact with them, hitting the right spots like a pro. A small part of you panics because now what? Does the pressure keep building until you implode like a star reaching the last phase of its life? Your face betrays your inner uncertainties and Yoongi caresses your cheek with the back of his hand while your dog hybrid bumps his forehead against your own.
“Let go, Y/N,” your cat tells you.
And you do, body understanding the direction as tightened muscles snap like a slingshot.
The release flies out of you and you feel like your soul flings out of your body with it, shooting up into the sky. Everything is vibrating, your whole being has been shaken inside and out. The waves flood out from underneath you as your hands embed themselves on the back of Yoongi’s head.
Yoongi grunts, rapidly hitting the spot that has you mewling the highest before he comes as well, shooting his seed inside of you with a yowl. When he comes down from his own trip to outer space, the black-haired cat, slips out of you and he nearly collapses, but wobbles on his arms in an effort to remain still, nosing your jaw tenderly.
“You alright, baby girl?” He asks, worried that he might have hurt you.
Your pupils are still blown wide and they connect with his. “Wow,” you breathe, stuck in a trance as you regard the cat hovering above you, fear visible in his eyes. His black hair is damp and his chest rapidly rises and falls from the workout. “That was—whoa.” Your teeth are chattering frantically and aftershocks are still reverberating throughout your body.
“Aww, she’s fluttering like a baby bird,” Taehyung croons as he rubs his cheek to yours. “And you said I would send her into oblivion!”
“Y/N, please tell me you’re okay,” Yoongi begs, ears folded back as his tail jerks anxiously. Does everyone do this after their first time or was it really that good? His pride, and sanity, pleads that it’s the latter.
“Yeah, I’m fine. J—just need to catch my breath for a second,” you reassure, stutter remaining somewhat present, while also mind blown by the exercise you received. “That was seriously awesome, I get what all the fuss is about now,” you smile giddily at the cat who sinks under your chin to hide in embarrassment.
“Honestly, that was so hot.” A deep voice sounds from right beside your ear.
You both turn to look at Taehyung who’s lying beside you whilst nonchalantly sucking that damn blueberry lollipop or what’s left of it at least. Small remnants of the hard candy are still glued on the sides, but the plastic is mostly worn and decorated with teeth indents. You cock an eyebrow at him and he mimics your expression with a smirk, golden ears twitching in amusement.
“Oh, don’t mind me, I’m just enjoying the show.” He offers you the chewed up stick of plastic and you take it before tossing it onto your nightstand, rejuvenated after your little rest.
“I want to suck something better, TaeTae,” you insinuate to him, sitting up and pulling him along with you. Yoongi places a hand on your back when you faintly sway and you right yourself before continuing. “Besides, you’ve been a very good boy for waiting patiently.” His eyes light up as you surprise him by eagerly grabbing his dick with a novice hand which doesn’t bother him in the slightest as the mere motion causes him to swallow audibly. With careful precision, your fingers dance along his shaft and he pants as you stall for a second because you’re making it up as you go along.
You got this, Y/N. Just relax your muscles and don’t choke. Whatever you do, please don’t gag.
Licking your lips out of nervousness you bend down and slip your mouth over his member. Taehyung whimpers as you experimentally twirl your tongue around his slick skin, pink muscles intermingling with each other. A hand moves to rub against the base as you slowly suck him down, easing your tense muscles to loosen as he slides down your throat. Your jaw widens and you remain extremely vigilant of your teeth as you move higher up. His fingers twine through your hair as he guides you into a rhythm, bobbing your head up and down.
Taehyung screws his eyes shut and he’s trying not to yank your hair from your scalp, but with each tentative lick you reward him with it’s near impossible so he resolves to pumping his dick at the same pace, not going any deeper unless you want it to. A finger slips inside you as a cat’s ears tickle the bottom of your earlobe and you squeal at the sexual deed placed upon you by the playful feline beside you.
“Ahh, shit,” the dog hybrid yelps the curse when your voice pulsates along his dick before letting out a heady sigh. “Hnng, yes, like that, just like that sweetheart,” he whines and the high-pitched sound of your nickname gives you a boost of confidence, the light teasing touches from your hand only serve in making him more sensitive. With your newfound encouragement, you steadily increase in speed until he’s frantically driving his hips as he nears his release.
The feline hybrid remains ever present, aiding in your endeavor with little tweaks and bites on your neck, breasts, shoulders, everywhere he can reach, as well as rewarding you with tips and appraisals.
“Touch here.” Guiding your hand higher up Taehyung’s member, the warm skin throbbing as you caress it. “Yes, just like that. You’re doing good, baby girl,” he whispers sexily in your ear.
“Yeah, really really gah—good,” Taehyung barely provides as you give a particularly hard suck.
You swallow, hoping to disperse the saliva drooling out of your mouth and the motion shoves him over the edge, the freezing of his tail your only warning. He howls as warm fluid shoots down your throat and you panic for a brief moment because again, first time. Swallowing as quickly as you are able to without choking, you end up doing relatively well at catching most of it. It’s sweet and salty like blended caramel popcorn with an extra dose of the salt, that’s the best you can describe it.
The hybrid goes limp the moment he escapes from the hot cavern that is your mouth, flopping into your pillows as he regains his bearings. You fall over as well and your dog boy stuffs his nose into your hair, smelling your scent and giving a small lick of thanks on your cheek.
“How was I?” You fretfully ask the pup, hoping it was decent enough. Although, judging from the blissed out expression the canine is displaying, he seems to have crash landed on Cloud Nine and could have been basking in the sunlight by the looks of it. His mop of blond bangs is splayed haphazardly and tanned limbs are stretched in all kinds of directions.
“Perfect. You’re a natural, sweetheart,” he chirps with a giddy smile, shyly ducking down into your neck as he curls his arms around you.
Yoongi wraps an arm around your waist from behind, “Not bad, baby girl,” he purrs. His body is hot against your back and you can only imagine how much moisture has soaked into the sheets. Your face is flushed, the room is like a sauna steaming with an overabundance of love and sex. Taehyung strokes your cheek with the tip of his finger and a small grin skates up from your lips.
“You’re so cute!” The canine coos, giving you a small peck on the same cheek before he suddenly begins crawling down the length of your frame and his trek is followed by two sets of curious eyes until he stops between your legs.
“What are you doing, TaeTae?” You ask, wondering if maybe he’s going to recreate the scene from earlier. Eyes lazily roll up as he gazes back at you, sending a blank look that makes a dry erase board have more expressing qualities.
“I’m returning the favor, silly.”
You open your mouth to reply, but the words are sucked back in as you inhale when the dog hybrid plants a kiss on either side of your thighs before burying his head in between as he laps your dripping juice like the puppy he is, tongue rapidly sending signals of pleasure with each stroke.
“Shit,” Yoongi breathes at the sight of his friend drinking you up like a bowl of creamy milk. His tongue swipes across his lips, unconsciously smacking them in the process, as he surveys the dipping head that bobs rhythmically.
“I second that,” you moan, jerking one of your knees and Taehyung is quick to pin it down, spreading you open even more to gain better access. One hand threads itself through his golden locks and you tug, needing him closer.
How are you already horny again? It probably has something to do with his stupidly talented and sinful tongue that can really navigate around your nooks and crannies.
“Damn, Yoongi, you gotta taste her. She’s so sweet!” He whines, urging the other male down to your legs. You’re like a never ending river and he’s a man dying of thirst, craving the nectar your body produced.
The feline moves towards the foot of your bed, slinking down to join the other hybrid positioned between your legs, where he then bends closer and is immediately engulfed by your scent. Knocking his head into the other, he takes a tentative swipe and is rewarded with a moan from you. His ears perk and he repeats the action. A gasp this time. Then he slips his whole tongue into your folds, running into the canine’s own for a quick hello, both hungry for your honey sweet syrup. You rock your head to the side as the waves ebb back and forth in the pit of your belly, eagerly anticipating the outcome.
Taehyung takes this opportunity to bite at your clit, his sharp teeth not breaking the skin, but rather sending shockwaves pinging through your nerve endings. Remembering how you liked it with his tail he could pinpoint how you’ll react to each provocative nibble. Yoongi’s tongue is sliding around your vagina and with every swipe, you tighten your legs around both their heads.
“Ah, there, right there,” you gasp, the waves building once again at the overstimulation. Are hybrids naturally this skillful with their mouths or did these two just have a knack for doing the dirty? You don’t know, but your thoughts don’t extend further than that because each pang that ricochets through your core resets your brain from thinking anything other than wicked indulgence.
Their teeth and tongues are full of fervor, pinching and slurping, and it doesn’t help when you glance down to see their two contrasting heads in between your legs. One dark ebony and one bright blond, merging into a swallowtail that can perform one’s most carnal temptations. Their tails are swinging back and forth, one like a pendulum and the other like a fast-paced metronome.
You’re vibrating again, body preparing itself and you feel it tightening, bearing down on the scorching fire between your legs. Mouth open in a silent scream, your eyes widening up at the heavens as you wait for the familiar explosion, only to come down from your high that’s cut at the last second and everything slows.
Wait, what? Your pulse decelerates and the fire is tampered down, you were so close to the peak and yet you fall short. It’s quiet and still down at your bottom half and looking down you’re met with the two boys who are barely containing their sly grins. You come to the realization that you’ve been conned. By your supposed inexperienced hybrids, no less.
So this is what it’s like to be toyed with. You make a mental note to self as a reminder because that’s just cruel. Narrowing your eyes slightly has Taehyung hiding his face in your thigh and he gnaws on the silky flesh as an apology.
“It was his idea,” he mumbles into his human pillow, earning a slap on the ass from the true ringleader who doesn’t break eye contact with you nor does he drop the smirk.
“That’s fine. I see how it is you kinky cat,” you retaliate, formulating a plan of revenge with a suitable punishment.
Let me give him a taste of his own medicine. See how he likes being played.
Reaching towards him you hook two fingers onto a little white ear as you guide him up to you and he simply lets you, still amused at the situation. When he nears your displeased face he returns it with his own cockiness. Yoongi’s tail humorously twitches as he hovers over you with infallible bravado, unaware of your retaliating strategy. Taehyung views the scene with mild curiosity and vague excitement, as he has a probable idea of what may ensue in the near future.
“Can I help you with anything, baby girl?” A quirk of an inky eyebrow and that kittenish smile is still in place. He watches you from above and you sit up to which he leans off of you and sits on his knees beside you. Now his expression morphs into stunned silence as he wonders what exactly you’re doing. As you move you twist your body to face him, putting your weight on one leg and Taehyung props his head on your hip to continue watching the show unfold, practically tasting the sexual tension building in the air.
You don’t answer as you calmly regard Yoongi and you give him a once over, starting from his narrowed eyes spinning with questions, down his bare torso until you stop at the area between his legs. Striking your hand out you surprise him by cupping his manhood in your palm and he hisses at the feeling, charmed by your tenacity to give him payback for his dastardly deeds.
“Y/N,” he warns but you don’t listen, oh no, now you’re the one in charge. Bowing your upper body, you bring your mouth to the tip and lick the very front of it where a tiny bit of white drips out. You take a swipe and Yoongi clutches onto a pillow to keep himself from thrusting his hips. Twirling your tongue around him, the smooth muscle glides around while your hand moves up and down his shaft.
You pull out and graciously regard the heavy breathing cat. “Someone’s been a very bad kitty.” His upper lip curls into a snarl at the word and you greet it with your own smirk.
“Oooh, you’re in trouble,” another voice pipes up.
“Shut up, pup!” Yoongi growls as he shoots a deadly glare at the smug canine still pillowed on your thigh. Taehyung mocks a pout, bottom lip quivering while his walnut colored eyes tell a completely different story, one that twinkles laughter and elation.
“Now that’s not a very nice thing to say, Suga.” With the tips of your nails, you walk along his penis to retract his lost attention. Jerking his head back down, you gaze up at him coolly when he looks at you, everyone knowing full well you have the upper hand despite being at a lower angle. Yoongi especially knows it, yet he still fights the compulsion to give in, to let you take and have your way with him, in whatever way you decided.
Tilting your head once more, you slip your mouth over him again and suck him down to the base. He breathes puffs of air when you do and your hands rub the parts that aren’t inside you, fondling and rubbing all of the slick skin. A deep bass purring rumbles through him and you can feel it down your throat where his dick is currently positioned. You moan in response and he grips the nape of your neck, stiff fingers digging into you.
“Baby girl, I’m not kidding. I’m really gonna cum soon.” You answer with a pleased hum to his forewarning, adding another tone of vibration to his member. He grunts loudly at you and you stroke even more faster as you swallow like you did with Taehyung. He’s panting and you listen to his little commands that he’s barely able to enunciate, there, faster, more.
“Fuck, Tae, not the ears!” Yoongi yells and you catch sight of Taehyung who had sneaked over towards the other hybrid and decided he wanted to assist you in your raunchy conspiracy. The dog boy is currently biting into the other male’s neck as he strokes his now pink cat ears which are rapidly folding and twitching at all the caresses they are receiving. He sends you a wink from behind the cat’s shoulder and you shoot a wink of your own. Between the two of you biting, sucking, and swallowing, it isn’t long before Yoongi gasps as warmth floods down your throat and you drink all the salty cream up, learning from your previous experience and doing much better than before.
When he pulls away, the exhausted feline drops like a sack of potatoes in a giant heap on your bed, blown away, literally, by your stunning abilities. You’re still sitting upright, staring at the sweaty feline who appears to be dozing off as his eyes droop while he catches his breath.
“Well, that was fun,” you say, internally patting yourself on the back because you didn’t think you had it in you.
“Did you have a pleasurable time, Suga?” You send the cat a dazed, but also triumphant expression as you watch his tail swish angrily.
Yoongi is glaring at you through hooded eyes and you tilt your head, waiting for his answer. He mumbles a garbled response, none of which you actually understand, before he lays an arm over his face, effectively ignoring you.
“Uh huh. That’s what you get.” Tweaking one of his nipples to which he lifts his elbow just enough so that he can hiss at you with displeasure evident across his face.
“Oh, whatever. I’d say we did a pretty good job, right TaeTae?” You turn to look at him and you find him watching you silently.
Taehyung is mesmerized by you, how messy your hair is from the oral sex you just gave, how your chest is still heaving in exhilaration, and he couldn’t stop looking at you. Damn they found one hell of a mate. Only when you call his name does he snap out of it. At least, enough to where he can crawl over to you and kiss your mouth as he licks away some of the cum that had been left on the corner of your lips.
“Remind us to never piss you off again,” he remarks, rewarding you with that boxy smile before he flips you over onto your hand and knees.
“You paying me back now too?” You ask, trying to steady yourself on the soft mattress with your new position as you wriggle your ass at him. Taehyung bites into one of the plump cheeks as retaliation for the tease and you yelp at the feeling of his sharp incisors. Yoongi is still resting lazily on the edge of the bed, not moving in the slightest, despite the sex that’s about to happen right next to him. You must have really did a number on him, you think to yourself.
“Something like that. We’re going to give you all the love that you deserve,” is Taehyung’s cryptic response, trying not to shove inside you because he’s already so turned on at the fact that you’re on your hands and knees with your ass in the air, right in front of him and a mere plunge away.
“Don’t you mean, I’m, as in singular. Considering kitty cat is probably out of commission for this round.” You crane your head back at him quizzically.
There’s a tweak on your nipples and you abruptly drop your head to see your cat hybrid lying underneath. “No, he means we, as in plural for I and someone else,” Yoongi explains, having shimmied underneath while you were busy being reoriented.
You squeak before Taehyung pushes inside your entrance and your arms lurch as you give a small cry, more so in pleasure than pain, thankfully, though it still somewhat lingers in the distance. The canine whines at the sound, clamping onto the crook of neck, holding himself steady as he begins pulling out and then going back in with careful prodding. Each thrust electrifies your insides, the fire igniting again and the waves pool as a storm forms on the horizon. Your fingers scratch tightly onto the bedsheets and Yoongi tilts his head up to watch you.
“I like this position,” he comments while your head bobs and he kisses you, one hand knotting through your hair and the other one pinches your tight nipple. Your dog hybrid increases his speed when he notices that you’re not in as much pain, shoving his pelvis deeper inside as he thrusts back and forth. Yoongi kisses you and your arms threaten to give, but the cat holds an elbow with one hand, since the other is still in your hair, and the dog has an unbreakable embrace around your waist. Taehyung’s pounding into you now, gone was the teasing pup, in his place a wild hybrid who isn’t going to stop until you both cum.
His teeth stay at the nape of your neck and his sharp incisors threaten to tear through, but he refuses to lose control of his instincts. No matter how incredible your body feels against him, ass slapping into his thighs as he slams into you. He’s panting in your ear and his hands have a tight clutch on your hips, then he finds your g-spot. He knows he’s struck gold as he hears you gasping for air, your muscle fibers spasm and encompass all around his member.
Everything evolves and shifts at that point. Adrenaline is coursing through you and everything seems as if it’s in crystal clear resolution. The wet sounds your body makes against Taehyung’s is strong in your ears, the tingling in your arms as though there are feathers gliding on the tips of your hair, the rich coffee color of Yoongi’s nearly glowing eyes as he looks up at you fondly. Nearing the end, the orgasm hits you just as hard as before and it’s wonderful. The hybrid is not far behind either, coming with another howl, even louder than before as he bands his arms around your waist and grips on tightly, squeezing a scream out of you as you both ride out the tide.
When the wave runs its course you collapse in exhaustion on top of Yoongi who purrs at your tired state. Taehyung follows soon after, slipping out of you, and squishing you even more as you are sandwiched in between the two sated hybrids. He nuzzles you with a pleased rumble at having satisfied your desires.
“How’d we do?” Taehyung asks, voice rumbling across your back.
“Well, I’ll tell you one thing. You two are very skilled at the horizontal tango.” Your limbs are still quivering from the aftermath, but at least you’re able to talk normally this time.
“Actually, if we’re being quite honest, we owe some credit to your romance books,” Yoongi slyly admits with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
You raise your head so you can confirm the statement and his white ears are perked up. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You mean you read my erotica books?” Nothing like having your mates reading your secret fantasies.
“Yep.” Taehyung pops the p at the end. “They’re very informative. And they’re very detailed. Gave us plenty of ideas to work with,” he adds with a wag of his tail. You groan and stuff your face into the pillows in an attempt to bury yourself from the mortification.
“Yeah, they really show how much of a nymphomaniac you are.” You whack the cat’s arm in retaliation and he chuckles.
“Then maybe you should teach me some of the things you learned,” you propose, but the silent conversation the hybrids share with each other, per usual, has you regretting the notion.
“Okay, Ms. Y/N, class is in session,” the cat challenges.
A/N: OMG, I’m cringing! What did I write, I have no idea. I didn’t think it would take so long. Oops… Ugh, and blame War of Hormone for the lollipops. Gah, y’all will probably never look at them (or me) the same way again, I apologize! Y’all know the drill, feedback is always appreciated, especially for this one I need to know how I did as this is my first time writing smut.
~Amarwen
