I literally wasn't going to continue writing anything for my series' today. Even went so far as trying to convince myself that I needed to chill out for a damn minute because I just posted for them. *sigh*
Too bad my brain doesn't work like that and felt the need to work on them again. Especially Masked Miracles considering I've been smut deprived of my own writing lately and I'm low key excited for how this will play out. So, without further ado, here's a peek into the next MM chapter. And a little something for my lovely Yoongi fans who are currently leading the poll.
The plan is to get this next chapter out and do another poll once you all have more information about our boys and their hybrid habits. But ultimately, you all will have the final say. So choose wisely once the next one is posted.
I folded my non-injured foot underneath me to show them I was settling in for the conversation to come. Once again, the silence in the room turned unbearably awkward as they tried to figure out where to begin. Knowing this conversation probably wouldn’t happen unless I got the ball rolling, I broke the ice.
“Let’s start with courting behaviors. The last thing I want to do is offend any of you in the event that you’re trying to court me and I’m oblivious. Because, I’ll be honest, I suck at human flirting, so I’m sure I won’t be any better when it comes to hybrids.”
“Alright, easy enough. For most of us, courting behaviors are pretty standard. Scenting, vocalizing, rubbing. Some of us may even just follow you around.” Namjoon clarified.
“Nipping too.” Jimin admitted shyly, rubbing one of the ears on his head. “I have an urge to nip sometimes.”
“Me too.” Taehyung seconded.
“Like Namjoon said, pretty standard. I’d say you already know what that is like to a degree. Jin’s practically been courting you since you arrived.” Yoongi huffed, casting a lazy look in the bear’s direction.
Jin spluttered at that. Shooting off the bed as he tried to defend himself.
“I- That’s not- It wasn’t my intention! I swear!”
His cheeks were bright red, eyes unable to meet mine as he desperately tried to disprove Yoongi’s claim.
“Sure.” Yoongi drawled, smirk curling the edges of his lips in amusement.
“Jin. Jin.” I called to him. “It’s okay. Even if you were, I’m not bothered.”
I glared at Yoongi while trying to calm him down. “Teasing him about that isn’t nice.”
Yoongi lifted an eyebrow. “No one said I’m meant to be nice. You’re the one who said you can’t tell when someone’s coming onto you. I’m just helping you out.”
“At Jin’s expense.” I said derisively. “At least I know I can get along with him. I’m not sure I can say the same for you.”
“You don’t have to like me. All we’re doing is fucking. But maybe you couldn’t handle that either.”
“Excuse me?” I prickled at the jab.
The tension in the room was spiking. The rest of the group, shifting nervously as they observed Yoongi and me.
“Maybe you need someone to take it a little softer with. I might be a bit much for your tastes.”
“You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
“No. I’m not sure you know either in this situation.” He spat.
His steps were confident as he approached me. The hard set of his eyes an indication of just how dangerous he could be. And here I was provoking him. His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around my neck, barely squeezing as he pulled me nose to nose with him.
“I’m not gentle. I’m not nice. We’re not lovers. When I get my hands on you it’ll be with one goal and one goal only. Breeding you. And I’ll take you however many times I need to and however many ways I can get you to achieve that goal. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone sweetheart? My personal average is about four rounds every hour. Think you could last at that rate for three or four days?”
I cursed the part of me that practically melted under his hold. Something about him demanded submission and while I wasn’t usually the type to succumb to anyone, I found myself wilting under his dominance.
“Yoongi.” Namjoon growled. “We’re supposed to be enlightening her, not scaring her.”
The dark chuckle that Yoongi let out shot tingles down my spine to my toes. His hand tightening ever so slightly, but garnering the reaction he wanted out of me, nonetheless. I was turned on. And he knew it.
“Does it smell like she’s scared to you, Joon? I think she’s rather excited by the idea.”
God, how badly I wished I could wipe that smirk off his face. A part of me wanted to fight him and preserve what dignity I had remaining. But another, perhaps larger part of me, wanted to fight him simply to have him prove his claims. Act up just so he’d put me in my place. So, I glared. Hoping my look was enough to convey my distaste of him in this moment. That any will he intended to bend in his favor from me would be met with disobedience. His tail flicked wildly behind him, eyes lighting up as I dared to confront him head on.
“Mmm.” He chuffed. “Maybe you do have more animal instinct in you than I initially thought.”
I didn’t know how long I’d slept for, but I did know that when I woke up, I had to pee. Badly. I threw Hoseok’s blanket off me, the chilly air in the room raising goosebumps along the bare skin of my legs. Sometime during the night, I had gotten too warm under the covers and shed my jeans, leaving me in nothing but my top and underwear. Despite Hoseok’s warning of how cold it gets at night; his blanket still kept me a lot warmer than how I usually liked to sleep. Yawning, I swung my legs off the bed, being mindful of putting my good foot down first.
Which would have been a safe bet, except my feet didn’t quite reach the floor, so I had to hop down more than lift myself. Unbeknownst to me, it wasn’t just floor under me. Evident by the way my weight landed on my one foot on something not quite as hard as a concrete floor should be. A loud grunt had me panicking, my balance already off kilter without my fumbling newborn-like legs making everything that much worse. I tried catching myself with my injured foot, and the immediate pain lancing across my ankle and up my leg sent me crumbling.
I hit the floor hard, an audible thump nearly drowning out the slew of curses from the other person.
“Ow ow ow.” I hissed, trying to hold my leg still as the throbbing in my extremity came back from irritating it. “Fuck.”
“What the hell?”
The growl cut through the pain enough for me to realize that the only reason this had happened in the first place was because someone had been laying there. It was still dark in the room, the only light being the smallest sliver from the cracked bathroom door, but it was enough for me to make out the shuffling shape right next to the bed.
“Yoongi?”
If looks could kill, the glare he’s sending my way would have put me six feet under. He sat up, rubbing his side where I had stepped on him.
“What-? Wait, why are you in here? On the floor?”
“What do you mea- Jesus. Where are your pants?” He demanded, throwing up a hand to cover his eyes.
In the moment, I had forgotten I took them off. My cheeks flaring pink as I grasped the hem of my shirt to pull it down and cover myself the best I could.
“I got too h- Wait a minute. Don’t try to turn this around on me! Why the hell are you sleeping on the floor right next to me!?”
“Don’t make it sound like I’m some creep!” He yelled. “How can I trust someone I’ve just met to be sleeping in the same space as my pack? I was keeping an eye on you!”
“By watching me sleep!?”
“Wha-? No! I had been asleep too until you decided to walk all over me!”
“If you hadn’t been sleeping there like a weirdo, I wouldn’t have stepped on you!”
The commotion must have roused a few of the others. The quiet click of the door opening had both Yoongi and me whipping our heads around towards the sound. Before I could really get a good look at who was coming in, I was blinded by the blanket chucked in my direction. I gasped at the impact, the force with which it was thrown nearly knocking me over off my ass.
