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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Claimed by your bear mate

General Plot: Your dad is having some money trouble and your best friend is there for you.

Word count: 4K

Bear (Hugo) x female reader

🌶️ NSFW MASTERPOST 🌶️

W: angst and drama with a happy ending, nsfw werebear smut, vaginal and oral sex, some violence and attempted kidnapping, soft yandere vibe

“I’ve told you a million times you need to get this replaced or the roof is going to cave in,” your best friend Hugo grumbled as he smacked the post that held the roof of your back patio up.

Rotten wood rained down on the two of you and he raised his eyebrows and cocked his head.

“Well of course it is, if you keep smacking it,” you growled, chasing him away from the post. This was very hard to accomplish as he was an nine foot tall werebear who weighed probably just under a ton.

His pretty russet fur sparkled in the afternoon sunlight and his light brown eyes bore down on you, while his muzzle wrinkled.

“Ugh, you’re so stubborn,” he growled, “you have a hard head, you know that?”

“Hugo, I hear what you’re saying, but I can’t afford to replace the thing. I’ll just have to leave it as long as it will hold up. So stop banging on it!” you argued back.

“You’ve never listened to a thing I’ve ever told you!” he snapped.

You’d known Hugo since you were kids. He’d lived next door to you. He’d been a teenager when you were a little kid. He was the first person other than an adult you’d met when your family moved in and you got attached immediatly.

You’d never seen a werebear before and were convinced at 8 that he was your personal giant teddy bear put on Earth exclusively for you to cuddle. From that summer on you followed him around like a puppy to his annoyance, but he still bought you ice creams and made his friends put out their cigarettes around you.

“I am listening! I told you I can’t afford it. You aren’t listening to me!” you snarled back.

There was a whine and a crack and just as he predicted the roof caved in. Hugo had just enough time to grab you and pull you to safety before the whole thing collapsed.

“See? I told you this would happen,” he said, still holding you against his furry chest, “what if I hadn’t been here?”

“Hugo,” you scoffed, “you knocked it down with those massive hands of yours!”

“Of course I did!” he said, “now I can rebuild it.”

“I keep trying to tell you I can’t afford that right now!” you sighed in exasperation.

“Then don’t pay me,” he grumbled, “before you start with me there’s no point in arguing, I’m going to come do it anyway and since when do you have money problems?”

“It’s not really that bad,” you said, “they just reduced my hours at the factory so I don’t have extra for stuff like this.”

“You should have told me, I could spot you for a while.”

“Hugo, you’re my friend, I’m not going to ask you for money, that’s ludicrous!” you said.

“See? Hard headed. Stubborn. You’re like a little ox!” he huffed.

You suddenly realized he was still holding you and blushed reflexively. He was warm, his fur was soft, and he usually smelled like cedar wood and pine from his work as a carpenter.

“Come on inside, there’s nothing we can do right now. Let me make you a sandwich,” you grumbled back, pulling away from him.

He followed you in and a few minutes later you passed him four peanut butter and honey sandwiches cut into triangles. Hugo was a big grump but he loved honey and if you wanted to put him in a good mood it was the best cure.

Peacefully munching on his sandwiches he explained to you what kind of roof he was going to put on your new patio and you smiled at how much you liked having him around.

“(Y/N)?! You home?!”

Your dad’s voice echoed through your house and Hugo winced.

“In the kitchen!” you called and he appeared a moment later, glaring when his eyes focused on Hugo.

“You’re still hanging around with this animal?” he snarled.

“Dad,” you groaned, “can we please not do this, this time? Hugo is a person just like you and me, just like all of the other Fairyfolk in the world.”

“They don’t belong here!”

“Stop it! Not in my house! Why are you here, dad?” you snapped.

He schooled his features and you knew the ask was coming. You hardly saw your father unless he needed money.

“I’m not doing so good sweetie,” he said, “got in a little trouble playing cards.”

You rubbed your eyes.

“How much do you need this time?” you asked blandly.

“Not much…just to get me by until this thing I got going pans out…5…6 thousand at most.”

Your mouth dropped.

“6 thousand dollars?!” you gasped, “dad, I don’t have money like that!”

“You’ve got good credit, you bought this house. Can’t you take out a personal loan?”

“Dad, I bought this house with money grandma left me.”

You were hardly surprised your grandmother didn’t tell him about the inheritance that was skipping a generation and going directly to you.

“Then you owe me! I can’t believe that old bat gave you this whole house and didn’t leave me a thing! I swear, she always did hate me!”

Feeling a little guilty that your grandmother had made it no secret what she thought of her drinking, gambling son, you walked across the kitchen to where you kept some cash for emergencies.

You fished the roll of wrinkled twenties you’d saved in a jar until it added up to a small chunk you kept in the house in case the grid went down or something insane like that happened and you had to deal in cash. It was a silly thing to be paranoid about, but you still had it.

“Look, I can give you 5 or 6 hundred, but that’s all the emergency savings I’ve got.”

Hugo growled.

“Put that back,” he ordered, “you’re not giving him a dime.”

Your mouth dropped open looking at him. Hugo had never liked your parents, but he’d never interjected directly.

“This is a family matter,” your dad hissed, “get the fuck out.”

“I’m not in your house,” Hugo said and took another bite of his sandwich, licking honey off of his fingers, “and it’s disgraceful that you’re here begging for money from your daughter for gambling debt! You should be a-fucking-shamed.”

Deep down your father probably was ashamed, which is why he lashed out.

“(Y/N) as your father I am telling you to get this animal out of here! He’s nothing but a flea bitten piece of shit no one wants!”

Hugo stood up and looked down at the human man that barely came up to the top of his chest.

“You gonna throw me out, human?” he asked, picking him up by the back of his neck and carrying him effortlessly like a naughty puppy out your front door, before locking it and returning.

You leaned against the wall, pushing out a heavy breath.

“God, I hate when he does that,” you groaned, “I want to help him, but it never ends!”

Hugo leaned against the same wall and looked down at you.

“You were going to give him $600? How much money have you already given him?” he demanded.

You looked to the side a little ashamed, tears pricking your eyes.

“Oh I don’t know,” you said, trying to minimize it, “just a few hundred dollars here and there.”

“(Y/N), I’ve known you long enough to know when you are lying, how much?” he asked again.

You looked up at him and a tear slipped past your cheek.

“Over the past year? Maybe ten thousand…but not all at once…it just added up,” you muttered.

Hugo drew in an annoyed hiss.

“You can’t even keep your house up! You can’t afford to do this…so what? He can just throw it all away while everything you’ve worked for falls apart?”

Tears tumbled down your cheeks and you hid your face in your hand.

“I know! I know!” you sniffled, “it’s just he’s my dad…how do I say no when he says he’s going to be out on the street? He has my mom calling me begging, talking about how there’s nothing in the fridge!”

You let out a loud sob and Hugo felt horrible that he’d gone too far in his lecturing. He never wanted to make you cry.

“Come here. I can’t stand it when you cry,” he said, pulling you into his big warm arms and holding your head to his chest with his massive hand.

He just rocked you in his arms for a while, letting you breathe in his woody scent. When your sobs had slowed he wiped your cheeks with the thick pads of his hands.

“I know you love him honey cake, but you can’t keep doing this,” he said, “people who care about you don’t drain you dry.”

You nodded conceding his point, though you weren’t sure you could hold yourself to that. Your dad had his ways of bullying you. Usually he’d have your mom call you later and tell you a sob story about how she needed something or another…a car repair or something you couldn’t say no to.

Hugo scooped you up like nothing and carried you to your living room, laying you down on the couch.

“You take a nap, I’m going to go over to the lumber yard and pick up some stuff for your patio,” he said.

You opened your mouth, but he held up his hand.

“Pointless,” he said, “this is happening. Go to sleep.”

He brushed the fuzzy knuckles of his clawed hands over your eyes so gently, pushing them shut. You sank back into the couch knowing it would be fruitless to argue. Hugo almost always got his way.

—

You woke in the middle of the night. You were only aware it was night because it was dark when your front door was kicked in.

Startled, you hopped up to see two large dark figures bending down to shove their huge forms through the opening.

In the dim light spilling in from your kitchen you saw they were orcs! They were a clean looking pair, wearing expensive tactical gear with neat haircuts.

“Well this is convenient, the scrap is right here,” one of them chuckled, smacking the other in the chest and pointing at you.

You screamed and hopped over the couch, bolting for the backdoor but when you got there it was stuck. The damn debris from the rotten porch was blocking it. Panicked, you scrambled around your kitchen for a weapon, grabbing a knife.

“There’s no use fighting, scrap,” one of them called to you as they stomped slowly through the house, not at all in a hurry, “your daddy already made the sale. There’s nowhere to run. You belong to the boss.”

You couldn’t process his words, trying to figure out if you could fit out of the window over your sink. Your body was hanging halfway out of it when they dragged you back in by the ankles.

You screamed in pure terror as the orc easily knocked the knife from your hand and wrapped his thick hand around your neck. A moment later there was a rumbling that sounded like a freight train and your entire kitchen wall caved in. Your eyes were like saucers, trying to peer through the dust at the enormous figure panting in the settling debris.

“Hugo?” you wheezed as the familiar form of the bear slowly materialized.

He didn’t wait to lose his advantage, though, and with surprising speed attacked the orc holding you. The orcs were big, but he was ferocious and he cared quite a bit more about you than they did. Faced with an almost ton bear bearing his teeth and claws, the orc dropped you immediately to defend himself. The other orc tried to help his friend and they all went down in a pile of green elbows and fur.

You couldn’t stop screaming, terrified of what would happen if they overpowered Hugo. That didn’t seem to be as concerning as you thought when he grabbed one of them by the ankles and threw him into the other one. You heard bones crack as the two of them flew through the drywall that separated your kitchen from your living room, breaking all the furniture in their way to splinters.

Feral and bloody, Hugo held out his hand to you.

“Come with me,” he snapped.

You didn’t hesitate, practically climbing him to get to his shoulders and wrapped your arms around his wide neck. He dashed back out of your house through the hole in the wall, bouncing you in his arms, and jumped in the driver’s side of his truck.You were too panicked to wonder why his truck was oddly parked just out of view of your front window, not in your driveway as it would have been if he were visiting.

He pulled out onto the street and you panted into his chest, trying to slow your racing heart.

“Wh-what…what was that? They said something about my dad and a sale, Hugo what did they mean by that? What’s going on? Who were those people?”

You were panicking, speaking rapidly and hyperventilating.

“Shhh, shhh,” he said, petting your head with one hand with the other on the wheel, “I have a hunch, but first we need to go to my father and deal with this.”

You had no idea what he meant by that, but just went limp in his arms, exhausted and running out of adrenaline. He roused you in front of his family’s house. Not the small one he and his parents had lived in next to your childhood home, but the big one his dad bought later that supported the bear pack.

Bears weren’t natively a pack species, but prejudices between humans and fairyfolk drove most were-people into odd miss matched packs for safety and community. Hugo’s dad, Riker, was the alpha and he would take over someday when his dad retired if he passed the largely ceremonial vote. They were far more egalitarian than, for example, a wolf pack, but just as loyal.

He’d always been nice to you when you’d met him, but you didn't see him very often, probably since you were a teenager. He didn’t bother banging on the door when he entered, his father had already heard him coming and was standing in the front room turning on the light when Hugo carried you in.

“What’s going on, son?” he asked, squinting his eyes as they adjusted to the light.

He looked just like his son with russet fur, on the more reddish side and light brown eyes, but he had streaks of silver and white running through it.

“Her father fucking sold her,” he snarled, cradling you to his chest like you were a rescued puppy.

Riker frowned and blinked at you, trying to remember who you were.

“(Y/N)?” he asked, “goddess, you were just a little thing the last time I saw you. You’ve grown so much. No wonder Hugo is always going on about you…”

He shook his head and waved you all into the living room. As his dad handed you all small glasses of scotch to calm you down, Hugo explained how he saw the situation. Your dad had come looking for money earlier in the day, saying he had gambling debt. The same night, orcs break into your house implying he sold you. It was all pretty cut and dry when he spelled it out like that.

“Wait…what were you doing outside my house?” you asked as it suddenly occurred to you that he had appeared just in time.

“I’m always at you- I- I mean-I was…I-I left a…tool on your porch and I was just coming by to pick it up,” he said quickly.

There was a long silence as Riker’s eyebrows went up and he took a long sip of his drink.

“At 3am?” you asked.

Hugo shrugged.

“It was expensive, I didn’t want it to get stolen in your neighborhood…the crime has been pretty bad…” he rambled on.

“Okay,” his dad cut in to save his son, “that’s not really important right now. What is important is what we can do to protect (Y/N).”

“I think the best thing you can do, Hugo, is mate her,” he said, as if that were the obvious answer, “with your bite on her neck it’ll be clear she’s under the pack’s protection and any Fairyfolk won’t want her.”

“Woah,” you said, holding up your hands and stiffening in Hugo’s lap, “mate me? Bite me? What are you talking about?”

Riker gave you a sort of sympathetic look and glanced at his son.

“Bears bite their mates to mark them with a scar,” he said, “to any Fairyfolk it would be impossible to sell you. Any potential buyer would know right away you weren’t a maiden and your entire pack was going to chase them to the ends of this realm and the next to get you back. It’s not at all worth the trouble and a human…well they wouldn’t have any hope of keeping you.”

Riker’s pack had police officers, construction workers, ex-marines, fighting trainers, an entire biker gang…just a completely random selection of bears who all happened to be ten feet tall, doing the sorts of jobs bears did. They were not the sort of bunch you wanted chasing after you for anything if you valued your life.

“Oh,” you said, “but isn’t that kind of important?”

You looked at Hugo.

“I don’t want you to waste your bite on me,” you said.

He looked at you with the most sincere face he’d ever made.

“It would not at all be a waste,” he said.

Your cheeks flooded with color.

“I’m going to give you two a minute to talk this over,” Riker said, hopping up and making himself scarce.

You shook your head and your flush away.

“You’re doing too much for me, Hugo,” you said, trying to hop out of his lap, “I can’t let you ruin your future like this.”

He wrinkled his nose in pure frustration.

“You are the most infuriatingly stubborn little ox I have ever known!” he snapped, “will you please just let me protect you without fighting me, once?”

You crossed your arms.

“What do you mean for once? I listen to you all the time! You are the bossiest, grumpiest bear in the whole world!” you snapped back, “I’m trying to save you from a life of misery with someone you don’t love!”

“I do love you, you idiot! I’m in love with you!” he snarled, “I’ve loved you since you were a little girl getting ice cream all in my fur! Do you think I would follow your bullheaded, ornery ass around every day trying to keep you out of trouble if I wasn’t head over heels for you?!”

You drew in an incensed breath and hissed the next words out all in one angry breath.

“Well, I'm in love with you, too, you surly asshole! I think it's pretty obvious I always have been. So…so…”

You blinked at him, your mouth falling open, kind of losing where you were going with that as you processed what you'd both admitted.

“What?” you both asked at once.

You both looked at each other and then years of pent up tension burst like a dam breaking.

Hugo threw you against the couch and his massive body pinned you to the cushions as his tongue found yours. You clutched his furry cheeks in your hands, pulling him deeper into your mouth. You wanted all however many hundred pounds of him there were all over you.

His tongue danced with yours, as his claws started stripping clothes off of you in shreds.

“I’m going to mark you and mate you and make you mine,” he growled into your ear as he nipped at the skin with his sharp teeth. You heard the fabric of your shirt tear as he jerked it with them, leaving your breasts bare in the cool room. Your nipples pebbled and you arched your back into him.

“Please…I need you,” you gasped, burying your fingers in his fur. You tried to grind your hips into the thick thigh pressed between them.

“Goddess, I've waited so long to taste you,” he murmured, his tongue making its way in wet laps down your neck and over your stiff nipples. Taking your entire breast in his big mouth he practically drooled on you laving his tongue over one. Your fingertips jerked his fur until it stung, but your tiny hands were hardly even noticeable as he was solely focused on devouring your body.

He’d waited a lifetime for this and he was laser focused on completing the task. The events of the rest of the night were lost on the two of you as he parted your folds with his fat fingers and started lapping at your pussy.

“Ahhhh! Yes!” you screamed, tightening your thighs around his head.

His fur felt so luxurious and soft, rubbing against the tender flesh. You stretched one hand behind your head to give yourself leverage as you ground your cunt into his muzzle.

He hummed and grunted, sounding just like a bear enjoying a comb of honey as he ate you. Pleasure built in your core until it came exploding through your body in a bright wave. If Hugo had been human you would have probably popped the bones in his neck with how hard you squeezed his head between your thighs.

You tried pushing his head away, but he shoved your legs open, lapping up the juices that flooded your channel with long messy licks.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” you cried as his tongue brushed your oversensitive clit every so often until he’d gotten his fill and you’d been thrust into a second lingering orgasm.

His eyes flicked up to you with nothing but predator in them and he tore open his pants without bothering to think what he was going to wear when he was done with you. The massive cock bobbing in front of him frightened you at first and you tried to scramble back on the couch only to be pinned in place by his big hand.

“You can take it honey cake,” he cooed, as he eagerly lined it up with your wet channel and inched his massive phallus inside.

He stretched you slowly, letting you get used to him as he watched your face to make sure he wasn’t hurting you. You were so much smaller, with tiny little hips compared to his large ones. Every so often he glanced down at his cock splitting your little body and groaned with satisfaction.

“Minnnne,” he growled, unable to stop himself from thrusting it in the rest of the way.

You gasped so full, your abdomen distended from how big he was inside you. He tried his best to start slowly, pushing himself in and out of you with firm, hard thrusts, but soon his muzzle and fingers were buried in your hair and he was pounding into you, drawing the breath from your lungs. You could only desperately cling to his fur as he took you, listening to him muttering your name and how fucking perfect you were in your ear.

Eventually his words just devolved into growls and grunts, pushing your eyes back in your head and making your skin tingle. His thick cock stretched you beyond anything you’d felt before and the angle he rammed into you battered your G-spot pushing you relentlessly towards your end. You screamed into his ear without meaning to when you came and he would have been happy if it were the last sound he ever heard.

As it rang, he stiffened, your pussy clamping down around him, milking his cock. He wished he could hold on longer, he wanted to stay buried inside of you for the rest of his life if possible, but your scent surrounding him, blending with his and your tight channel massaging his cock with your slick passage threw him over the edge.

He emptied his hot cum into you, sinking his teeth into your neck. The bite hurt, but not like a violent pain. It was more like an intense pressure that pushed you into another, unexpected orgasm, your pussy spasming wildly and your body trembling. You gasped as pleasure and warmth enveloped you and finally went limp.

You saw your blood staining his large teeth as he pulled away and you stiffened just slightly.

“It’s okay, honey cake,” he purred, pulling your bruised body into his arms as he eased himself out of you gently.

“So am I your mate now?” you asked softly, “forever?”

He nuzzled your nose with his muzzle and hummed at you, licking the wound on your neck.

“Mhhmm.”

You giggled, as it tickled slightly, and brushed his cheek.

“Okay,” you said.

“Oh. I thought you were trying to put me off,” a strange deep voice grumbled from the doorway.

“I told you, she’s mated,” Riker told the orc standing there. He was wearing a designer suit and had long olive hair in a ponytail.

“Ugh,” he spat, “fucking bears. Well, if she can’t pay the debt, the old man is going to have to do it himself.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Hugo spat, pulling you to his chest to hide your body behind his huge arms.

The orc grinned.

“My name is not important,” he said, “what is important is the debt the little ladies’ father owes me that he now cannot repay.”

“What are you going to do to him?” you gasped.

“Don’t worry darling,” he smirked, “I’m not going to kill him if that’s what you think. Though I think you should know your father sold you to avoid a year of working for me to pay off his debt. I was never going to harm him unless he didn’t comply. It wasn't even that much money. You’re worth a lot more than $3,000. He really doesn’t deserve your concern.”

You drew your brow.

“He told me it was $6,000!” you hissed.

The disappointed orc just tipped his head at the two of you and made his exit. Riker glanced between the two of you and looked amused.

“Why don’t you take (Y/N) up to one of the guest rooms and I’ll find you two some clothes in the morning,” he offered and with a huge blush on your cheeks you let Hugo carry you up the stairs.

“Hugo…I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re lying, but…you don’t have to tell me the truth. Whatever the real reason was…I’m glad you were at my house tonight,” you whispered into his chest, “I love you.”

“I love you, (Y/N),” he said, smiling wanly to himself as he kissed your head.

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