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allfoolsinluv · 1 year

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Closer

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

Summary: You and Joel grow closer after you arrive in Boston.

Word Count: 5.4k

Rating: Explicit, 18+. Minors DNI.

Warnings: canon-typical violence/death, assault, lil bit of angst, lowkey pining, getting together, fwb-to-lovers, soft!Joel Miller, alcohol consumption and drug use, explicit sex (fingering, unprotected p-in-v, f receiving oral, lil bit of consenual somno, dom/sub vibes, dom!Joel, sub!reader, teasing, rough sex, spit play, come play, dirty talk like WHOA, soft aftercare, i thiiiiiiink that's it idk i might have missed something bc there is A LOT here ok)

A/N: ok so i saw this gifset and the last gif took me OUT then I heard Closer by Nine Inch Nails on tik tok and my inner whore took over and she wrote this. The chokehold this man has on me is REAL and MIGHTY. anywho my first pedro boy fic! huge huge HUGE shoutout & thank u to @pedrito-friskito for looking this over for me 🥺💗 luv u bby

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Things between you and Joel had started out simple enough.

You’d met him not long after you’d arrived in Boston, during your first shift disposing of infected bodies. He kept to himself, not interacting with you beyond a curt nod of acknowledgment when you introduced yourself at the beginning of the day. But you hadn’t missed the way his eyes stayed on you throughout your shared shift. His gaze was curious, almost, like he was studying you. You hadn’t blamed him for it, even though he did kind of make you feel like a bug under a microscope; you were a newcomer, and newcomers often meant trouble. He hadn’t seemed like the type of guy that took too kindly to trouble.

The next few shifts you’d spent beside him went much like the first. He’d barely speak to you—if he even spoke at all—and kept an eye on you as you worked. As your time in Boston went on and as you continued to work more shifts with him, the intensity he watched you with seemed to lessen. For whatever reason, Joel Miller decided you weren’t a threat.

He’d warmed up to you after that, as much as it was possible for him to warm up to anybody. He would no longer ignore your greetings, offering you gruff heys and hellos. He’d sit with you in silence whenever you were allowed to take a break from working. He'd even started to walk you home after your shifts. When you'd asked him why the first time it happened, he'd told you that your apartment was on his way home. You wouldn’t have called yourselves friends, per se, but you both were definitely more agreeable with each other than you were with anybody else in Boston.

He was with you the first time you saw a public execution take place in the city center. One of your neighbors had been caught outside past curfew one too many times, an offense she would pay for with her life. You hadn’t known her very well, but hearing her name be called out and watching her life end before your very eyes was enough to break something in you. You’d been delusional to think that things on the inside were going to be any better than they were on the outside.

Joel watched you watching your neighbor hang, taking note of the way your eyes widened and your breath drew short at the sight. When her body stopped flailing and the life had finally been drained from her, he placed a rough hand on your shoulder. When you startled at the contact and turned to look at him, he nodded his head in the direction of your apartments.

“Come on,” he’d said. You’d simply nodded in response, following him out of the crowd and away from your dead neighbor.

The two of you walked side-by-side in silence, not much different than when he’d walk you home any other day. When you got to your apartment building, though, he didn’t stop like he normally did. He kept walking until he realized you were no longer next to him.

“You coming or what?” he asked, head cocked and a hand on his hip. You’d looked between him and your building in confusion.

“This is my apartment.”

“Yeah,” he said as he approached you once again. “But we’re making a stop at mine first. Got something for you.”

The thought of Joel Miller having something for you sent a flurry of nerves and butterflies swirling in your stomach. It’d been so long since you had any kind of companionship, it was nice to be thought of by someone else. You tried not to let your emotions show as you nodded your head.

“Okay, then. Lead the way.”

You weren’t sure what to expect when Joel had told you he had something for you, but whiskey and some pills weren’t it. Not that you were going to complain about them, though—it’d been too long since you’d had or done anything to turn your brain off. He didn’t say anything as he poured each of you a glass and put a pill in your hand. You’d swallowed the pill and the whiskey in one go. Joel poured you another glass without question.

The two of you sat in silence for a long while, side-by-side on his couch as you drank. The whiskey had burned as it went down your throat and settled into your stomach. It felt good.

After you’d polished off your third glass, you put the cup on the table in front of you with a heavy sigh. You sunk back into the couch and closed your eyes, saying softly, “This place is a fucking nightmare.”

The feeling of Joel’s hand on your thigh made your eyes pop open. You’d looked down at his hand on your leg, your breath hitching at the sight. When you looked up, you found him already looking at you, the pain in his eyes evident. “It is.”

You fucked for the first time on his couch that day. The whiskey and the pill and the vulnerability had loosened you both up enough to just let go. He’d pulled you into his lap, shoved his hand into your jeans, and made you come on his fingers before he pulled your pants down your legs and fucked every thought out of your head.

When it was over, after he’d made you come again and pulled out to finish in his fist, you’d climbed off of him and sat back, catching your breath. He’d cleaned his hand off and silently reached over to help you pull your jeans back into place. He’d stood from the couch and held out a hand to pull you up. It went without saying that he’d walk you home.

It went on like that for a while. Whenever things became too much for either of you or the thoughts in your heads got too loud, you’d find each other and drown out the noise with whiskey, pills, and sex. It was far from romantic—you never stayed long after it was over, it was never soft or sweet, he’d never even kissed you —but it didn’t need to be. There was no place for romance in the world you lived in.

Things changed, though, the day you were jumped and nearly left for dead on the street.

It’d been one of the rare days in which you worked a shift without Joel, the availability of jobs just not lining up to pair the two of you together. You were cutting it close to curfew, the sun steadily setting as you made your way back to your apartment. You were only a couple of blocks away from home when it happened.

You hadn’t noticed you were being followed until it was too late. Large, rough hands grabbed your body and pulled you roughly into an alleyway. You tried to push the guy off, swinging your elbow back into his gut, kicking your feet out to throw him off balance. It was no use, though—he threw you to the ground, hard, as if you’d weighed nothing to him.

You hit the ground with a huff, the shock and pain of it dulling your reflexes enough to allow him to get on top of you before you could pull yourself up and scramble away. You finally saw his face, the light gone from his eyes as he gripped the lapels of your jacket and shook you.

“Give me your ration cards, bitch,” he seethed at you. You didn’t even know this guy and here he was, shaking you down as if you owed him something.

“Fuck you,” you spat in his face.

He hadn’t taken too kindly to your disrespect, letting go of one side of your jacket to punch you in the face. The feeling of his knuckles connecting with the skin of your cheek and taste of blood on your tongue made you groan. He’d pulled his arm back to throw another punch, but before his fist even had the chance to come into contact with you again, the weight of his body was thrown off of you.

When you’d looked up at the scene unfolding in front of you, the last person you’d expected to see was Joel. There he was, on top of your attacker just like he’d been on top of you, delivering blow after blow to his face. You’d never seen him like that before, lost to the violence, although you’d known he was capable of it. It didn’t scare you like you might’ve thought it would. It was almost comforting, in a way, to know what he’d be willing to do to protect you.

Just when you’d begun to think that Joel wouldn’t stop until the man was dead, he’d grabbed him by the collar and brought him close to his face. “If I ever see you around her again, you’re a dead man. You understand me?”

Weakly, the man had nodded his head, a wet cough bubbling out of his throat. Joel released him roughly as the man spit up blood onto the asphalt below him. He turned to you, the fury leaving his eyes in an instant as he took in your disheveled state.

“Fuck,” he grumbled, rushing over to help you up. You stood with a wince, grateful he was letting you rest most of your weight against him as he held you and guided you out of the alleyway. “Need to get you off the streets before curfew.”

He guided you to your apartment, getting you both inside and locking the door behind you with just a few minutes to spare. You plopped down onto the couch with a groan while Joel grabbed your bottle of whiskey and the only rag you had to clean up your busted lip and the cut on your cheek. It was silent as he worked, save for the initial hiss of pain you’d let out when the alcohol first touched your open wounds. He was gentle with you, gentler than you thought him capable of.

When he finished, he dropped the rag onto the ground and cupped your face in both of his hands. The two of you had stared at each other for a long moment before he’d sighed, leaning forward to place his forehead on yours. Your eyes had fluttered shut as you felt his breath fan out against your face, your hands coming up to take ahold of his wrists.

“I should have been with you,” he whispered roughly. You shook your head at that, opening your eyes to find his screwed tightly shut. He kept talking, “I was outside your door, waitin’ for you to get back, but when you didn’t show up, I knew something was wrong. I should have just fucking been there to walk you home, to keep you safe.” Your hands moved up his arms to the back of his neck, your fingers tangling lightly in the curls of his hair.

“You were, Joel,” you whispered back, his eyes opening to meet yours, seeing the sincerity in them. “You saved me. Protected me. You were there when I needed you.”

He kissed you, then. He pulled you in close to him, softly pressing his lips to yours, mindful of the cut there. Your eyes had closed again, and you couldn’t have stopped the soft whimper you let out at the feeling of his lips against yours even if you had tried.

Sex with him was different that night. He carried you to your bed and stripped you slowly, taking in the sight of your body underneath him. He hadn’t been rough or hard or fast. It was soft and almost syrupy sweet, the way he held you and made you come apart with his fingers and his cock. His lips never strayed too far from yours, as if the thought of not kissing you while he fucked you was too painful to bear. You hadn’t minded it, though—you’d felt the same way.

When it was over, he cleaned you up and helped you re-dress. After he put his own clothes back on, he crawled back into your bed and pulled you into his arms, pressing soft kisses to the crown of your head as you slowly drifted to sleep with your head against his chest. As you fell asleep, you knew in the back of your mind that things between the two of you would never be the same come morning time.

You became his and he became yours.

Nearly eight months had passed since that night. Now, you’ve abandoned your apartment for someone else to take over, having moved all of your meager belongings into Joel’s place. You spent most of your little free time there anyways, and he felt more at ease knowing that you were coming home to him, instead of by yourself.

It’s a rare day in which neither of you were able to pick up a shift, all of the work slots for the day having been filled before either of you had gotten a chance to sign up for something. Not that either of you mind it, though—sometimes it’s nice to have a day off to spend together.

Joel, apparently, has been planning on making the most of your day off. He wakes you up with his tongue between your thighs and his hands holding your hips down on the ratty mattress. You come quickly, nearly reaching your peak while still half asleep, and the force of your orgasm hitting you fully wakes you up. He places soft kisses to the insides of your trembling thighs, looking up at you with an almost boyish glint in his eyes as you huff out a soft laugh.

“Well, good morning to you, Mr. Miller,” you say with a smile, one of your hands drifting down to cup his cheek.

He grins at you—a rare sight these days—as he turns his head to place a wet kiss to the inside of your palm. “Mornin’. Nice wake-up call?”

“The best,” you giggle, moving your hand up into his hair and giving it a tug. He groans at the feeling, his eyes going a little glassy. “Now come up here and kiss me.”

You don’t need to tell him twice. He moves up your body, placing soft nips and kisses to your skin over the thin t-shirt you’re wearing. When he reaches your mouth, you kisses you fully and deeply, wasting no time in letting his tongue trace your bottom lip. You open up to him eagerly, moaning into him at the feeling of his tongue against yours.

He kisses you until you can’t breathe, only pulling away when you tug harshly on his hair. A thin string of saliva connects your lips to his, and he watches with rapt attention as your tongue pokes out to wipe it away. When his eyes finally flick back up to reach yours, you hit him with a playfully questioning glare.

“How’d you get my pants off without waking me up, anyways?”

He grins at you again as he grinds his own denim-clad hips down against yours, the rough material catching against your clit just right to pull a soft, needy moan from your lips. Joel bends down to kiss you again, laughing softly when you chase his lips as he pulls away.

“I have my ways, darlin’.” He plucks at your shirt and asks, “Can I take the rest of it off now?”

With a nod, you lift your arms above your head, allowing him to pull the fabric from your body. Once your shirt is off and on the floor, Joel moves to unclasp your bra, but you playfully swat at his hand and shake your head.

“Nuh-uh, you gotta take somethin’ off first. You’re wearing too many clothes.”

Joel rolls his eyes at you but complies with your request, deftly unbuttoning his shirt and pushing both his jeans and his underwear off. You can’t help but bite your lip at the sight of him, gloriously naked in front of you. His cock is hard and flushed red, a pearl of pre-come beading at the tip. You sit up on the bed, preparing to lean forward and take him into your mouth, the thought of tasting him practically making you drool. He stops you though, pushing lightly on your shoulder until you’re laying back down, allowing him to crawl over you once more.

“Nuh-uh,” he grumbles, mocking your earlier tone. “Now who’s wearing too many clothes?”

You huff and quickly remove your bra, throwing it to the ground with the rest of your discard clothes. Once you’re finally fully naked, you try to reach out and take him in your hand. He’s faster than you though, taking both of your wrists in one of his and pinning them above your head.

He bends down to nudge your nose with his, angling your mouth just right for him to kiss you. It’s so sensual, the way he easily slips his tongue into your mouth and takes your breath for his own. You could kiss him for hours. He pulls away and starts to pepper soft kisses across your cheek and down your jaw, until his lips reach your ear.

“I’ll give you what you want later, baby, I promise. I’ll put my cock in your pretty little mouth and let you suck your fill,” he rasps into your ear, the roughness of his whisper and the promise of his words sending a shiver down your spine and whimper out of your mouth. “But that’s not what I want right now. D’ya wanna know what I want?”

He sits up to look at you, his pupils blown wide as he takes in your trembling figure. You let out a soft yes as you nod your head.

“Right now, I wanna feel your pussy come all over my fingers. Then, when you’re nice and wet and fuckin’ gagging for it, I’m gonna slide my cock inside of you, real slow, and fuck you until you cry. When you just can’t take anymore, I wanna pull out and come all over your pretty tits. Can I do that to you, darlin’? Will you let me?”

You’re uncomfortably wet, can feel your slick practically leaking out of you and sliding down to wet the sheet underneath you. The arousal his words have stirred up in your belly is nearly unbearable, and you almost headbutt him with the force in which you nod your head.

“Fuck, yes, Joel, you can. You can do it all, whatever you want.”

He chuckles at you and leans down to kiss you again, quick and dirty. “Barely even touched you, and you’ve already gone cockdumb. My needy girl.” His eyes flick up to where he’s still holding your hands above your head. “If I let you go, are you gonna behave?”

“I’ll be good, Joel, promise,” you say quickly.

He nods once and lets go of your wrists, looking pointedly at you to make sure you keep them there. Once he’s sure you’re not going to try and get ahead of yourself, he lets himself touch you. His rough hands drag down your arms and to your ribcage, his thumbs lightly stroking your skin. He slides his palms up to cup both of your breasts, his thumbs now working over your nipples in light strokes. The moan that you let out would have embarassed you if you weren’t so turned on. You start to squirm as Joel gets a little bit rougher with you, but you obey his silent command to keep your hands where they are.

You almost grab at him when he leans down to take the hardened bud of one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling sloppily around it while he rolls and pinches the other between his fingers. You catch yourself at the last second, though, stopping yourself from winding your fingers into his hair.

Joel lets go of your nipple with a lewd pop and kisses his way back up to your mouth while his hands slides down your body. He takes your bottom lip in between his teeth at the same time he cups your pussy, sliding his middle finger through your wet folds. He chuckles darkly at the way your hips buck against him and how you struggle to keep your hands where he told you.

“Messy girl,” he murmurs against your cheek, pecking you there. “Let’s see if I can make an ever bigger mess a’ya.”

“Fuck,” you gasp as he easily slides two of his fingers inside of you. Your cunt clenches at the feeling of him working you open, his fingers move in slow, even strokes.

“Feels good, don’t it, honey?” Joel teases. “You like the way I fuck you with my fingers?”

You whimper in response, nodding your head weakly. He angles his hand to rub against the spot that nearly knocks the breath from you, his palm grinding against your clit. Your back arches off the bed with a hoarse shout of Joel’s name. He groans against your skin at the way you tighten around his fingers.

“Oh fuck, Joel, please,” you whimper, trying to move your hips in time with his fingers. He uses his free hand to push you back down against the bed, keeping you from moving further. Joel leans down to nuzzle your throat, nipping lightly at the delicate skin there. He looks up at you, a knowing smirk on his face.

“Please what? Use your words for me, honey.”

You can’t help the whine of frustration you let out as you squeeze your eyes shut. It’s hard for you to find words when he’s fucking you so well with his fingers.

Joel slows his fingers nearly to a stop and your eyes pop back open in a panic. His face is stern as you rush to say, “Wait, no, no, no, please, don’t stop, I—”

“Use. Your. Words. What do you need?”

You take a deep breath and nod your head. “Can I touch you? Please? I promise I’ll be good, I just… I wanna feel you.”

Joel smiles at you now, leaning down to place a quick kiss to your lips. “Hands in my hair, honey. Keep ‘em there, understand?”

He doesn’t need to tell you twice. As soon as the words have left his lips, you’re tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him down to kiss you again. It’s filthy, all tongues and teeth. Joel starts to move his fingers inside of you again, gradually picking up the pace until he’s back to his original speed. You moan into his mouth, your brows furrowed in pleasure.

You can feel your orgasm building in your core, the coil winding tighter and tighter as Joel’s fingers work inside of you. Joel pulls away from your lips, letting you guide him to rest forehead against yours. It’s a struggle to keep your eyes open, but you force yourself to, wanting to watch the way he watches you. He looks almost as far gone as you feel.

“I can tell you’re close,” Joel rasps. “Your pussy’s squeezing my fingers. Can’t wait to feel you do that around my cock. You gonna come for me, sweet thing?”

He starts to move his fingers a little faster, rubbing against you a little bit harder. The extra friction tears a sob from your throat. You can’t help the way a few tears well up in your eyes, the pleasure Joel is giving you bordering on overwhelming. Your orgasm is so close, your body tightening against him while your thighs starts to shake from the sensation. You nod your head, a whispering chant of yeses falling from your lips.

“Go on then, baby. Come for me.”

Joel's words send you over the edge, coming hard around his fingers and pulling almost painfully at his hair. Your moans are obscenely loud, and if you had any wits left about you, you’d be embarrassed by your volume. But you don’t and you’re not. The only thing you care about in this moment is the feeling of Joel’s fingers working you through an earth-shattering orgasm, the pleasure flowing all throughout your body. You don’t even notice the tears that have fallen from your eyes until Joel’s kissed them away.

You whimper as Joel slowly pulls his fingers from you once your body has settled back down and your breathing has returned to normal. You release the grip you have on his hair, letting your hands drift down the sides of his neck to curl around his shoulders. He holds his hand up for you to see, his fingers wet with you. You watch, mesmerized, as he spreads his fingers, your slick webbing between them.

"Look at what a pretty mess you made of my hand," he murmurs as his eyes move from his fingers to you. "Better clean it up, yeah?"

Silently, you nod your head and Joel begins to lower his fingers to your mouth. He starts softly, running his fingers along your bottom lip, coating it with you. When your mouth falls open with a pant, he takes the opportunity to push his fingers inside, rubbing along your tongue. Your lips close around his fingers with a whimper, relishing in the groan he lets out as you suck them clean.

He’s panting almost as hard as you are by the time he pulls his fingers from your mouth. You can tell he’s reached the end of his rope, has worked himself up almost too much teasing and playing with you. He takes his cock in his hand, hissing as he strokes himself a few times.

“Gotta fuck you now, honey,” he says roughly as he lines himself up at your entrance.

“Please, Joel,” you whimper, attempting to lift your hips to pull him into you. “I want it. Please.”

Joel practically growls as he pushes into you, not stopping until he’s buried to the hilt. Your nails dig sharply into the skin of his shoulders, your back arching off the bed and a broken moan falling from your lips. Joel is big, and no matter how much he preps you, how wet he makes you, the feeling of his cock pushing inside of you is always overwhelming.

“Fu-uck,” you gasp, your walls clenching around him. His breathing is ragged, and you know it’s only a matter of seconds before he loses control and fucks you within an inch of your life. He stays still for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the feeling of him inside you. He meets your eyes, takes in the way you can barely keep them open, how your mouth is open as you try to catch your breath, the way your lips are a little swollen from the kisses and bites he’s given you. When you sluggishly blink back him and give him a blissed-out smile, he’s done for.

He pulls out nearly all the way before snapping his hips forward, hard, the force of it making you yelp and cling to him even further. The pace he sets is brutal, and you feel your body moving up the mattress with every stroke. Joel grunts above you, reaching one hand down to grip your thigh and pull your leg up higher on his torso. It allows him to hit inside of you even deeper, almost impossibly so, the change in angle making you clench around him.

“Jesus, fuck, you’re—” Joel grits out from behind his teeth, cutting himself with a shout when you clench around him again. “Fucking hell, you’re squeezin’ me so damn tight.”

He trails his hand from your thigh and up the side of your body, the feeling of his hand moving against your skin making you break out in goosebumps. His hand grips either side of your jaw, and with what little brain power you have left, you’re captivating by how big hands are.

Your train of thought is broken, though, by Joel’s face coming closer to yours. You think he’s holding you in place to kiss you, but instead his fingers squeeze, forcing your mouth open.

“Stick your tongue out,” he pants at you. When you don’t comply right away, his order taking a moment longer than it normally would to process in your brain, he squeezes you harder, nearly snarling, “Now.”

You stick your tongue out and when you do, Joel leans down and spits into your mouth. Your eyes go wide at the feeling of it on your tongue, a wrecked moan slipping out. He lets go of your jaw and instead shoves his fingers back into your mouth, his digits moving in time with his hips. You gag a little on his fingers, a few more tears building and falling from the corner of your eyes in quick succession.

When Joel pulls them out, a trail of your spit connects his fingers to your lips. He grumbles a rough “fuck,” before moving his hand down to where your bodies are connected. His spit-slick fingers begin to rub fast circles against your aching clit, the shock of it making you shout and tighten around him.

“Jesus fucking christ, Joel,” you cry out. “Fuck, don’t stop, please, I’m so close.”

“Not gonna stop. Need to feel you come around my cock. Come on, baby. Let me have it.”

“Yes, fuck, I’m gonna come,” you moan with a nod. Your orgasm had been building steadily, each of Joel’s rough thrusts dragging perfectly against your walls to send you higher and higher. With his slick fingers now on your clit, you felt you could snap at any moment.

Joel must’ve felt it before you did, yours walls tightening like a vice around him, making his hips stutter and pulling a low groan from his chest. Your whole body tenses up beneath him, the air knocked from your lungs, before everything releases. The waves of pleasure rolling through your body are intense and overwhelming, a wailing moan falling from your lips. You’re practically sobbing beneath him, unable to hear him talk you through it over the pounding in your ears.

He works you through it as best as he can, only managing to stay inside of you for a few more thrusts before the feeling of your fluttering cunt becomes too much for him. He pulls out of you abruptly and takes himself in his hand, working his cock as he lets your legs fall back down to the bed and quickly shuffles up your body to straddle your torso.

“Look’it you, all pretty and fucked out for me,” Joel grunts, his fist working his cock faster and faster. “You always take me so well. Let me use you how I want. God, you’re fucking—” His hips stutter and he moves to grip the base of his cock as he lets go, coming over your tits. You moan as the feeling of his warm spend hits your chest. A flicker of arousal lights in your core at the sight of him marking you.

“Perfect,” he finishes with a groan, stroking himself a few final times. When he’s milked his cock dry, he turns and flops down next to you on the bed, gathering you into his arms and pulling you against him. He doesn’t care that his come hasn’t even finished drying against your skin, that it’s getting all over him. All he wants right now—knows all you need right now—is for him to hold you in his arms. He leans down to press a few soft kisses to the crown of your head.

The two of you are silent for a while, taking the time to bask in the after glow and let your hearts and breathing return to normal. You snuggle down further into Joel’s chest, feeling your eyes growing heavy with fatigue. You blink slowly a few times, letting them fall shut.

“You fallin’ asleep on me, honey?” Joel asks you, the soft rumble of his voice lulling you even further.

You hum wordlessly, too exhuasted to try and formulate a response. His soft chuckle jostles you a little, but he settles quickly, pecking your head once again.

“Get some rest while you can, baby. ‘Cause it’s still early, and I ain’t done with you yet.”

It’s going to be a long day off for you.

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TOTW Ch 8

𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗈𝗍𝟩 𝗑 𝗈𝖼!𝗁𝗒𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖭𝖢-𝟣𝟪 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾/𝖺𝗎: 𝖠𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖥𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖠𝖴, 𝖧𝗒𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽 𝖠𝖴, 𝖭𝗈𝗇-𝖨𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝖠𝖴 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖨𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖱𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝖪𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖣𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝖳𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝖴𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝖾𝗑, 𝖠𝗇𝖺𝗅, 𝖠𝗌𝗌 𝖤𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖲𝗉𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖠𝗅𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖺!𝖲𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗃𝗂𝗇, 𝖯𝗂𝖾𝖽-𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝖳𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝖲𝗇𝖺𝗄𝖾!𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂, 𝖧𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇!𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇, 𝖧𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇!𝖧𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄, 𝖧𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇!𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇, 𝖧𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇!𝖳𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀, 𝖪𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗈!𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄, 𝖰𝗎𝗈𝗅𝗅!𝖮𝖢 𝗐𝖼: 𝟫.2𝖪

"What a blessing to be loved by you." - Chaos

a/n: for those of you who are not aware or have come to the party late...the rating for this story has changed to NC-18 because there will be more explicit sex scenes between the members. It won't happen often 'cause that isn't what this story is about. With that said, for those of you who came for the fluff, I will make it a point to mark where the smut will start and where it ends. Also, a little fun note, the song that Imani sings in this chapter is a song I wrote and sing to my own children at bedtime.

a/n 2: i have a few shout out that need to happen 'cause without these people, this chapter would not have happened. @namjinsmoonchile as always for being such a wonderful beta! @vvh0adie 'cause they gave me a handful of idea to work with for this story. the photoshoot is just one idea. and for the guy's style thank you @raplinenthusiasts for your wonderful flower boys gifset. and shoutout to @cafekitsune for sharing their divider templet.

taglist: @vvh0adie @quirkybtsarmy @elliedearest

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The scent of sesame oil is thick in the air. It pulls Yoongi from his sleep and his tongue flicks in the air as he rubs at his eyes. His face is puffy from sleep, eyes are swollen and there is a sliver of dried drool crusted on his chin. Yawning, Yoongi groans when his head starts to pound, from the back of his neck to the front of his forehead. Reaching for his phone, Yoongi squints as the screen's brightness makes his stomach roll with nausea.

Soggy laundry, long forgotten in the rain creeps down two sets of steps and from the kitchen, Jungkook’s ears flick around his head.

“Yoongi doesn’t feel good,” Jungkook informs Hoseok, who is cooking at the stove.

Hoseok looks over at the calendar that’s on the fridge and nods his head. “It’s his week to drain his venom. He’ll be out of work for two days. Wake Namjoon up and have him go help Yoongi.”

Jungkook quickly stands from the island, leaving the cut up fruit on the cutting board before he washes his hands in the sink. Jungkook jogs up the first flight of steps and heads to Namjoon and Hoseok’s shared bedroom. He pushes open the door and Namjoon is sleeping on his back, snoring away. Carefully, Jungkook walks over to Namjoon’s side of the bed and shakes his shoulder.

“Hyung.” Jungkook shakes Namjoon’s shoulder a little harder. “Namjoonie, hyung?”

Namjoon snorts and chokes, waking up with a stuttered breath as he stares up at Jungkook through blurry eyes. Jungkook’s nose scrunches as he coos at the older man and carefully hands Namjoon the glasses that are sitting on his nightstand.

“Yoongi has to pump his fangs.”

It takes a few short moments for Jungkook’s words to process in Namjoon’s sleepy mind and when they click, he rolls out of bed and nearly crashes into the door frame. Jungkook laughs and shakes his head.

“Put your glasses on, Joon.”

Namjoon shoves his glasses onto his face and mumbles a quick thanks to Jungkook before he stumbles out of his room to go help Yoongi. Jungkook makes his way back to the kitchen on the floor below to help Hoseok finish up with breakfast.

The unpleasant scent of Yoongi’s discomfort woke Seokjin up and he heard Namjoon’s heavy steps, stomping up the stairs. He has no need to worry about Yoongi, the snake hybrid is in good hands with Namjoon. Sitting up in his bed, Seokjin stretches his arms up, over his head with a loud yawn. The clock on the wall reads six thirty and Seokjin scratches the back of his head.

He can hear Jungkook and Hoseok's voices from the levels below. He can’t make out what they are saying, but he knows it’s them. Yoongi and Namjoon’s voices are light and unclear as well. There is no movement from the soulmate’s room or Imani’s room. Rolling his shoulders, Seokjin pushes himself out of bed and makes his way to the bathroom to wash his face and rinse his mouth to get rid of the fuzziness on his tongue. In the hallway, Yoongi’s discomfort is nearly suffocating and Seokjin makes a mental note to crack the windows and run the air purifiers. The last thing he wants is for Imani to wake up and panic about Yoongi. He doesn’t want her to shift from fear or worry.

In the bathroom, he washes up, clearing his face of any trace of sleep and runs a brush through his bed head. Using the toilet, Seokjin’s ears twitch on his head when he hears footsteps on the stairs. Flushing the toilet and washing his hands, Seokjin exits the bathroom and heads out into the nesting room. Jungkook’s tan tail is the first thing that he sees from the open door of the fridge.

“Mornin’ Kook,” Seokjin greets with a yawn and Jungkook looks over his shoulder with a smile on his face.

“Mornin!”

“Does Hobah need help with breakfast?”

“No, we got it. Did you check on Yoongi and Namjoon?”

Seokjin shakes his head, “No need to. They got it.”

Jungkook nods his head and Seokjin watches as the kangaroo hybrid grabs five banana milks and three strawberry milks. Seokjin raises an eyebrow and Jungkook makes a face as he shuts the fridge door with his tail. Jungkook disappears down the steps, leaving Seokjin alone and he sighs. Maybe he should get himself ready for the day while Imani is still sleeping. Seokjin glances at the tv and smiles to himself. A better idea is to get a light workout in before Imani wakes up and then he can get himself ready.

Imani watches from the nest as Namjoon comes from Yoongi’s room with four glass jars filled with a murky opaque liquid. Yoongi’s door wasn’t open very long but the musty scent of mildew is strong and it makes the ears on Imani’s head lay flat. Bluey is playing on the tv and Imani has no interest in it. As much as he wanted to cancel his house calls, Seokjin is working today, so Hoseok is in charge of Imani’s care. From the scents in the house, Imani knows that it’s just Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok and herself in the house. Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung all went to the gym together to blow off their excitement, now that Imani is officially a part of their park. She hasn’t seen Yoongi all morning and it makes her feel sad. Namjoon sets the jars on the counter and pushes them closer to the wall so that they aren’t on the edge before he leaves the kitchenette, typing away on his phone.

Namjoon glances at Imani and smiles, “You okay, pup?”

Imani nods her head and Namjoon squats down at the edge of the nest, “Hobi will make lunch in a little bit. He had to handle something in the salon and will be right back. I have to make a phone call for work…do you want a snack or juice?”

“You go work?”

Namjoon nods his head slowly and watches as Imani’s ears twitch on her head. Hoseok gave her a very simple hairstyle today; the bun from yesterday is still on top of her head and the bubble braid in the back is now wrapped into a bun as well. Namjoon reaches down and scratches behind Imani’s right ear before he pinches her cheek softly.

“I’ll bring you some snacks and a juice box.”

Namjoon makes quick work of filling a sectioned snack box with grapes, strawberries, dakgogi-gimbap cut up into smaller pieces, dubu-ganjangjorim, soy sauce crackers, a handful of honey butter chips, and two coco pies with a peach Milkis. He places the lid on top and carries it over to the nest.

“Hobi will be up soon. Stay in the nest or play in your room.”

Namjoon kisses the top of Imani’s head and places the snack box down on the ledge. As he walks away, Imani stares at the tv and her tail curls around her waist. She waits until she hears the door to Namjoon’s office close before she stands up and crawls out of the nest. She lifts the snack box up and her tail wraps around the Milikis can. Taking slow and careful steps forward, Imani heads towards the stairway that leads to Yoongi’s room at the very top of the house. Standing in front of his bedroom door, Imani cranes her head back to look at the closed door. She cannot smell anything coming from Yoongi’s room and she rocks on the balls of her feet.

“Yoonie?” Imani’s voice is soft as she calls his name. “Yoonie, you play wit me?”

Setting the snack box on the ground, Imani reaches out for the door handle and twists the door open. The moment the door cracks open, Imani is assaulted by the strong stench of mildew and her ears press firmly against her head making her whimper. From his bed, Yoongi’s eyes snap open at the sound of distress and as he sits up he sees Imani standing in his doorway.

“Pup?” Yoongi’s voice is gruff with sleep and he winces in pain. It hurts to talk, his gums are swollen and inflamed from pumping his fangs. Even though his snake breed is not venomous, he still produces a false venom because his father is a viper hybrid while his mom is a pied-bellied shieldtail. He squints to focus his vision, not having it in him to wear his glasses because of his headache. Imani is there alone in a white short sleeved shirt that has a rounded collar and light pink overwalls with tiny cherries and wildflowers on it. She has pink socks on her feet with lace ruffles on the top and Yoongi thinks she looks like the sweetest pup ever.

“Are you okay? What are you doing up here alone?” Yoongi pushes himself to slip out of bed and he waddles over to Imani. He squats down to her height and Imani whimpers as she throws herself into his arms. Immediately she starts to nuzzle her nose into his scent gland as she wraps her little arms around the back of his neck. Yoongi huffs as she knocks into him but he holds her close nonetheless.

His tongue flicks out and he doesn’t smell anyone down below on the nesting floor. Frowning, Yoongi grabs the snack box that is by his feet and he notices that Imani is holding a drink with her tail. Carefully, he stands while supporting Imani in his left arm while he holds the snack box in his right hand. He kicks his door closed with his foot and forgets to push the door scent blocker flush against the bottom of the door. His bare feet paddle across the light hardwood floor. Yoongi easily crawls onto his futon style bed and settles up by his pillows. Imani wiggles in his lap and sits with her back pressed against his stomach and chest.

“Yoonie, you sick?”

“A little bit.”

Yoongi looks down at Imani as she grabs the drink from her tail and places it in his hand.

“Were…were you worried about me, pup?”

Imani tries to open the can herself but her fingers can’t get a good grip of the tab. Silently, Yoongi opens the can and Imani’s tail flicks against his wrist.

“You want me to drink it?”

Nodding her head as she crawls out of the snake hybrid’s lap, she turns around on her knees and narrows her eyes. Her little hand is cool as she presses it against his forehead. A frown pulls Imani’s lips downwards and her ears once again press against her head.

“I take care of you! Mommy showed me!”

Imani’s tail flicks at Yoongi’s wrist again and he slowly takes a sip of the drink. He isn’t a huge fan of peach Milkis but the cold temperature is a welcoming relief to his sore gums. While Yoongi drinks, Imani turns around and focuses on the snack box. She opens it up and bites the stems off the tops of the strawberries before she hands one to Yoongi. Yoongi’s heart pounds in his chest happily at the display of affection and he eats the strawberry with a smile on his face. A little of its juice leaks from the corner of his mouth and Imani wipes at his face with her hand.

“You eat some too,” Yoongi orders lightly as he picks up a piece of pan fried tofu and holds it up to Imani’s mouth. They go back and forth feeding each other and in between bites, Imani’s tail wraps around Yoongi’s wrist to scent him. The pain in Yoongi’s gums is soothed by the chilled food and his headache isn’t as bad as it was when Imani first came to his room. Yoongi blinks slowly and Imani is staring up at him with large wide eyes.

“You sleep now?”

Imani pushes the snack box away from them and pushes on Yoongi’s chest until he lays back in bed. His head hits the pillow and Imani crawls up on the pillows until she can lay horizontally with her back pressed into the wall and her stomach squished against the top of Yoongi’s head. Yoongi says nothing as Imani’s tail curls around his throat, brushing against his scent glands while she pets the top of his head. Freshly picked sunflowers at the peak of their prime flood Yoongi’s nose and his body relaxes easily. His eyes feel heavy and he hisses softly when the tip of Imani’s tail grazes the lobe of his ear. It tickles and feels weird, makes his scales itch.

“I sing, kay? Mommy sings lots and I feel better.”

“I would like that,” Yoongi murmurs as he yawns and sinks deeper into his mattress.

Hey brown eyes

Why you crying?

Hey brown eyes

The moon is shining

Hey brown eyes

Everything’s gonna be alwight

Yoongi’s eyes furrow as Imani starts to sing. Her voice is quiet and low as she sings softly. The lyrics don’t sound familiar and he can’t recall any disney song that has a slow jazz tempo.

Hey brown eyes

Why you crying?

Hey brown eyes

I’m always gonna be here

Hey brown eyes

Everything’s gonna be alwight

As Imani continues to sing, Yoongi fights his sleep. He wants to know what song Imani is singing but nothing is coming to mind.

Hey brown eyes

The moon is shining

Hey brown eyes

It’s time to say goonight

Hey brown eyes

Everything’s gonna be alwight

A beat plays in Yoongi’s mind and he finds himself smiling. He still doesn’t recognize the song but the soothing and tender touch of a mother’s love settles in his heart. He makes a mental note to search for the song when he wakes up and drifts to sleep with the warmth of Imani’s lips pressing to his temple. Imani yawns and rubs at her eyes before she curls her body tighter around Yoongi’s head and presses her nose against his temple. She tucks her hands in between her stomach and Yoongi’s head. Her eyes flutter a few times and she falls asleep with Yoongi’s pulse beating under her tail.

In the elevator, Hoseok sighs and rubs the back of his neck. He really did not want to see any part of the salon today but when one of his employees texted him about an unscheduled drop off, he had to go down and help. The shipment was an order that he placed for products that he could use for Imani. Kinky Curly, Mielle Organics, and Tgin were a few of the brands that he had looked into and completely forgot that the order was due for delivery today. On top of that there was a irate client that wasn’t pleased to learn of Hoseok’s new schedule and she just so happened to come by while he was in the salon.

The elevator opens the nesting floor and the first thing Hoseok notices is the lack of noise. The tv is on but there is a lack of giggling or singing along. Hoseok steps out of the elevator and walks over to the nest. Imani isn’t sitting in the middle but there are a few pillows and blankets out of place. Hoseok recalls the text from Namjoon about having to make a phone call and he smiles. How sweet of Namjoon to take Imani to his office while he works. Wanting to give Namjoon a break, Hoseok walks down the steps to the floor below and heads to Namjoon and Yoongi’s shared office.

Tugging his pants up higher on his waist, Hoseok knocks gently on the closed office door and he hears Namjoon call for him to come in. Hoseok opens the door and pokes his head in with a smile on his face. Namjoon is sitting behind the desk, typing away on the desktop and he glances at Hoseok confused.

“Did you need something, babe?”

“I came to get Imani.”

Namjoon stops typing and pushes the glasses up farther on the bridge of his nose.

“She’s not hiding in here.”

“What?” Hoseok is looking at Namjoon with furrowed eyebrows and the smile on his face is gone. “Joon…where’s the baby?”

It’s Namjoon’s turn to furrow his eyebrows and frown at Hoseok, “How would I know? I’ve been on the phone this whole time…are you not playing hide and seek?”

“What?” Hoseok shakes his head. “Who said anything about hide and seek?” Hoseok steps into the office and looks around. “Namjoon, seriously, stop kidding around. Where’s Imani?”

Namjoon stands from his desk and walks over to Hoseok with his palm raised outwards at his chest. “Hobi, Imani isn't here with me.”

Hoseok’s eyes widen and he grabs onto the door frame to catch himself as he knees buckle. Namjoon is quick to wrap his arms around Hoseok’s waist and he holds him close.

“Hey, it’s okay. She probably is taking a nap in her room. Did you check there?” Hoseok shakes his head and Namjoon kisses his forehead. “Come on, we can check together.”

Together, Namjoon and Hoseok walk up the steps and head right to Imani’s room. Her bed is empty, the knitted blanket with her initials in the corner is hanging off the neatly made bed. The pile of stuffed animals is stacked in the corner of the room and there are no signs that Imani has played in her room at all today. Hoseok turns to Namjoon with wide eyes and Namjoon is speechless. His lips press into a firm line and he runs a hand through his hair.

“Let’s split up and search for her, okay? She didn’t leave the house or the alarm would have sounded. We’ll check all the rooms first. She could just be missing the guys and fell asleep in their rooms.”

Hoseok nods his head in agreement and they check the rooms. They check every small space that Imani’s shifted form could fit in case she shifted without them knowing. While searching for Imani, the three youngest of the pack come back and Hoseok is close to tears.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin questions as Jungkook throws a hand over his nose and mouth.

Hoseok rushes up to Jungkook and grabs onto his arm, “D-Do you smell Imani? I-Is she in the house?”

“Where else would she be?” Taehyung looks at Namjoon from over Hoseok’s shoulder with a raised eyeball.

“What is going on?” Jimin tires again and Namjoon sighs as he rubs a hand down his face.

“We can’t find Imani and we’ve searched the whole house.” Namjoon admits and Jungkook’s nose twitches in amusement. He feels bad at seeing his packmates so upset but he can’t help but tease them a little.

“You checked everywhere?” Jungkook looks between Hoseok and Namjoon who both nod their heads. “Are you sure?” Again they both nod their heads and Jungkook breathes in deeply. “She’s still in the house-”

Before Jungkook can elaborate, Namjoon’s eyes widen and he grabs Hoseok’s hand, “Yoongi’s room!”

Five sets of feet run up four flights of steps, all huffing as they stand outside of Yoongi’s bedroom door. Hoseok opens the door quietly and he squints into the darkness, seeing that the skylights on the ceiling are covered up.

“I can’t see anything,” Hoseok whispers and Jungkook shoves his way to the front. Sunflowers, standing tall and proud behind a freshly washed load of clothes, hung and drying in a warm summer breeze. Jungkook smiles and creeps towards the bed with the guys behind him, following his every footstep. As their eyes adjust to the poor lighting in Yoongi’s room, they see that Yoongi is sound asleep in his bed and the weight that holds Hoseok’s heart in a vine like vince loosens. Imani is lying on the same pillow as Yoongi upside down and curled around his head. They are facing each other with a few centimeters between their noses. Imani’s tail is draped across Yoongi’s neck and Imani has taken Yoongi’s left pinkie hostage in her right hand.

Taehyung digs in his pocket and grabs his phone, pushing Jungkook out of the way to get a photo of the two slumbering hybrids. The flash goes off and Jimin slaps at Taehyung’s arm as they all quickly rush out of the room. Jungkook giggles and pulls the door shut behind them.

“Hyung smells a lot better than he did in the morning.”

As they all walk down the steps, they sit around in the kitchenette while Hoseok grabs snacks for everyone. “Does he?” Namjoon asks through a mouth full of kimchi.

Jungkooks nods his head and glances at the glass jars on the counter. “Are you sending one to the doctor to check?”

“We have to, Kook. It’s not that far from Jimin’s studio, so he can drop it off when he goes to work.”

“It’s been years,” Jimin sighs. “Do you really think Yoongi would become venomous now?”

“You never know, Minie,” Taehyung swallows down his food and licks his lips. “Since Yoongi’s father is venomous, the gene is there in his DNA. It’s just dormant and from my understanding until he turns forty, the gene has the possibility to awaken.”

“I’m sure Yoongi will be fine. Even if he were to become venomous, he wouldn’t hurt anyone.” Hoseok points out and everyone agrees.

“Hyung has great self control even during his ruts he has never hurt us.” Namjoon agrees with Jimin as he continues to eat his pre-lunch snack.

“Just make sure you take a jar with you on your way to work tomorrow, okay?” Namjoon jerks his thumb over his shoulder to point at the jars and Jimin nods his head.

Taehyung sits at the desk in his room with papers hanging in front of him on a thin wire. Different dress designs stare back at him with tiny scraps of fabric paperclipped to the sides in different colors. They have yet to sit down as a pack and fully discuss how they would like to introduce Imani to the rest of their friends and family. Taehyung knows that no matter what, Imani will look her best in a dress designed just for her by his own hands. Personally, Taehyung thinks it would be fun to do a family photoshoot and print up greeting cards to send out. He already has outfit ideas tucked away in one of the drawers of his desk for each member of the pack, depending on what style they choose to go with.

“Tae?”

Jimin’s voice calls from the bed and Taehyung turns in his seat so that he can see his lover better. Jimin is lying on his stomach, the bedding is a mess and just a sheet covers Jimin’s lower half. His bareback is uncovered, littered in hickies and the swell of his butt peeks out from the sheet making Taehyung gulp. Jimin glances at the clock on the nightstand and sees that it is only four in the morning.

“What are you still doing up?” Jimin’s lips poke out into a pout as he rubs at his right eye with his fist. “Come back to bed.” The command is whiny as Jimin yawns and holds himself up with his elbows.

Taehyung’s lips pull upward into a fond smile, his eyes soften and he stares at Jimin. “A few more moments, my love. I am almost finished, go back to sleep.”

Jimin does not like that answer and runs his tongue over the front of his teeth. Not breaking eye contact, Jimin shifts into an upward facing dog before he pulls his legs closer to his chest into a cat-cow position. The sheet slips off his body and exposes his nude lower half to Taehyung’s wide eyes. Jimin smiles, his eyes teasing as he slides forward with his arms extended into a child’s pose with his butt on full display. Taehyung gulps, feeling himself chub up at the sight of his lover’s body. He glances at the sketches beside him and clicks his tongue, he can always work on his ideas another time.

“You didn’t get enough earlier, my soul?” Taehyung’s voice drips with lust, his eyes dark as he drinks in the wonder that is Jimin’s body.

Laying himself flat on the bed, Jimin peeks over his shoulder, his cheek flushed with color as he shakes his head. Taehyung clicks his tongue and stands from his seat. His chest is bare and he only wears a loose pair of tan sleep pants. Pushing the soft material down his legs, Taehyung steps out of them as they pool at his ankles and makes his way over to the bed.

“Should I put you to sleep?” Taehyung teases as he crawls onto the bed and Jimin murmurs a breathy ‘yes’ as Taehyung’s large hands slide up the back of his legs. Warm lips press wet kisses from the back of Jimin’s knee up to the plump roundness of his butt. Taehyung’s teeth sink into the tender flesh and Jimin moans, goosebumps rising on his skin as the pleasure-pain spreads from his butt and up his spine.

“T-Tae! Don’t tease, I’m sleepy.” Jimin whines as a shiver creeps up his shoulders from the weight of Taehyung settling on top of his legs.

“Shhh, go to sleep.” Taehyung presses his lips to Jimin’s temple and reaches down to grab hold of himself. He angles his hips and pushes forward, the tip of his dick spreading Jimin butt and catching on the puckered entrance. Jimin whines as Taehyung starts to smear his precum around the entrance and Taehyung chuckles as he bites his bottom lip. “Easy, my soul. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Want you now, Tae!” Jimin demands and Taehyung nods his head, not able to deny his soulmate anything.

Sliding his hand farther down his shaft, Taehyung pushes forward and grunts as Jimin’s ass sucks him in greedily. Jimin’s body trembles, his walls soft as velvet and wet with lube and spit from before. Taehyung’s hips press firmly against Jimin’s ass and Jimin’s back arches slightly.

“No, no, handsome. You relax, let me do the work.” Taehyung starts to grind his pelvis into Jimin’s ass, the tip of his dick presses against Jimin’s prostate and massages it sweetly and Taehyung slowly starts to work up a steady rhythm. His hips pull back and slam back down, the sound of skin on skin, slapping against each other. Jimin’s ass ripples from each thrust of Taehyung’s hips. His moans are muffle by the pillow that he bites down on and Taehyung’s arms cage around Jimin’s head as he fucks into his lover deeply.

“T-Tae!” Jimin’s moans as he stomach clenches and Taehyung bends his knees, pressing into Jimin deeper as he pulls away from Jimin’s back. Resting his hands on the small of Jimin’s back, his thumbs sink into the dimples and Jimin cries as Taehyung starts to fuck him in earnest.

“Too much?” Taehyung teases as he slows his thrusts, dropping his head downward so that he can see the way Jimin’s ass bounces.

“M-More, please! Tae, m-more!” Jimin begs, tears blurring his vision as the waves of his oncoming pleasure ebb away.

“More? I thought you were tired?”

Taehyung cups Jimin’s ass and spreads his cheeks. He stares down at where Jimin’s puffy hole swallows him whole and he lets saliva gather in his mouth. He spits lazily and watches as the glob falls down and lands in Jimin’s gaping hole just as Taehyung pulls all the way out. Sliding down, Taehyung settles between Jimin’s legs, his face above Jimin’s ass, still spread for his viewing pleasure. Before Jimin can whine, Taehyung dives forward and licks into the warm, puffy hole. He massages the swollen walls with his tongue, drooling and making a mess while Jimin moans.

Licking down to Jimin’s balls, Taehyung sucks one into his mouth and Jimin’s body jackknifes, his left foot kicking Taehyung in the thigh. Pulling away with a loud smacking sound, Taehyung tongues at Jimin’s balls and grabs his ass with his hands. His fingers sneak towards the puffy ring of muscle and it’s an easy slip inside. Two fingers, his index and middle, both equal long, start to curl and press against Jimin’s tightening walls.

“That’s it baby. Such pretty sounds you make for me.” Taehyung nips at the fat of Jimin's ass and soothes the bitten skin with soft kisses and even softer licks of his tongue. He climbs back up the bed and spreads Jimin’s left ass cheek while holding his hole open with his two fingers before he thrusts forward and fills him completely.

Jimin comes with a muffled cry and Taehyung smirks. Keeping his fingers inside, he delivers quick and hard thrusts. Jimin’s ass is tinted a rose tone from the force as Taehyung chases his own releases.

“Come on, Minie. I know you can give me one more, right? Gonna cum again, my love?”

Jimin shakes his head as Taehyung chuckles deeply, his lips right by Jimin’s ear.

“Cum again, my love.”

Taehyung nibbles at Jimin’s ear lobe as he fucks into him and Jimin’s walls squeeze around him. Jimin turns his head and catches Taehyung’s lips in a needy kiss. Taehyung moans as he feels Jimin’s pulse rapidly beating and throbbing around his dick. It is a rhythmic song, silent and seductive, that Taehyung dances to. It begs for his release and who is Taehyung to deny such a request. Jimin’s body tells his deepest desires without a single word and Taehyung is a master in the language. Breaking the kiss and pulling out, Taehyung grabs Jimin’s hips and lifts them up, so that Jimin is on his knees. His chest is still resting against the mattress, his head buried in the pillow to muffle his cries and moans.

Grabbing his ass once more, Taehyung spread the cheeks and spits, twice, into the hole before he slips back inside and fucks Jimin deeper still. The new position has the head of Taehyung’s dick kissing Jimin’s prostate repeatedly in rapid succession. The pleasure is overwhelming, toe curling and stomach clenching. Jimin comes without warning and Taehyung tightens his old around Jimin’s waist as he slumps a little from the sudden release.

“Good boy, baby. Such a good boy for me,” Taehyung praises as his stomach starts to clench. His balls pull close to his body and he hisses as he fills Jimin with ropes of his own release. His hips stutter in their movement as he rides out his climax and he huffs out a deep breath.

He carefully pulls out and holds Jimin’s waist lightly as he maneuvers him on the bed. They lay beside each other, out of breath, trying to see straight and silently share their love as they press a tender kiss to each other's lips. Jimin yawns as they pull away and he snuggles into Taehyung’s sweaty chest for a moment before he turns around, wanting to help back to chest. Jimin loves when he is the little spoon.

Wrapping his arms around Jimin’s waist, Taehyung presses his face into the moon tattoo on Jimin’s spin and presses light kisses. The skin is flushed, damp with sweat and spit and it makes Taehyung grin.

“I love you.”

Jimin wiggles back into Taehyung’s chest, his butt pressed firmly against his pelvis. “I love you, Tae.”

Taehyung tightens his hold on Jimin and kisses his shoulder before he lets go and rolls over to the nightstand by the bed. He digs around in the drawer and pulls out a pack of wet wipes to clean himself and Jimin with. Carefully he tugs a few out and starts to wipe Jimin clean before he takes care of himself and tosses the soiled wipes in the trash. Grabbing the sheets and blankets that are crumbled near the foot of the bed, Taehyung pulls them up and covers himself and Jimin.

Jimin turns over onto his back and holds his arms out towards Taehyung with a sleepy smile on his face. Silently, Taehyung settles into Jimin’s arms, his face squished against his chest and his left hand resting on his chest. Tucked into Jimin’s chest, with their legs tangled, Taehyung kisses the hollow of Jimin’s throat and snuggles into him. Jimin’s fingers slowly comb through Taehyung’s hair and he lets out a content sigh.

“Let’s go!” Namjoon shouts from the front door. It’s half past eleven in the afternoon and Taehyung scheduled a family photoshoot for everyone. The clothes were already packed up and laid out nicely in the trunk of the cars. They decided that for the photoshoot that it would be nice to do something outside and indoors, so Namjoon found the perfect botanical garden that had a wide variety of flowers and trees, as well as a room that they could turn into a photoset. Everyone comes down the steps with smiles on their faces. Imani is perched in Taehyung’s arms, her little arms wrapped around his neck as she plays with the beaded necklace he wears.

“We don’t want to be late, let’s go.” Namjoon opens the front door and allows for everyone to leave first before he pulls the door shut behind him. He looks at everyone as they pile into the two cars and calls out to Seokjin, “Where’s Imani’s bag?”

Seokjin’s head whips around to Jungkook who is scratching at his ears in embarrassment. “Inside!” Seokjin calls with a roll of his eyes and Namjoon quickly heads back inside the house. He jogs up the steps to the nesting floor and spots the bag sitting on the island. Grabbing the bag, Namjoon double checks it quickly to make sure that everything Imani could possibly need is inside before he slings the bag over his shoulder. Jogging back down the steps and out the front door, Namjoon locks up behind himself and tosses the bag into the maknae car. He jumps into the backseat of the other car and Hoseok smiles.

“Got everything?” Seokjin questions from the passenger seat and Namjoon nods his head.

Yoongi pulls out first and Jimin follows behind with Imani strapped into the backseat with Jungkook. The ride to botanical gardens is filled with laughter, singing and fresh air from the downed windows. The scent of flowers is faint and grows stronger, more earthy as they drive closer to the gardens. Imani watches with wide eyes as flower petals ride the breeze and dive into the open windows. She giggles as one lands in her lap and she picks it up to show Jungkook.

“I caught one!” Imani beams as she waves the petal in Jungkook’s face. He laughs and carefully takes it from her. “I keep?”

“I’ll hold onto it and you can show everyone when we get out.” Imani’s tail wiggles at her side and Jungkook’s nose scrunches up as he laughs. “So cute!” He coos and pets Imani’s head, scratching behind her left ear.

The two cars arrive at the botanical gardens and it takes a little while to find parking. Seokjin takes the emergency bag from Jungkook and waits while Taehyung lifts Imani into his arms. Hoseok grabs the bagged clothing from the trunk and hands it to Jimin before he pinches Imani’s cheek playfully in passing. Keeping Taehyung and Jimin in the center, the others form a barrier around them with Yoongi leading the pack. As the group of eight makes their way into the main building, people stop and stare, mostly at Jungkook’s tail or Seokjin’s ears. Reaching the reception desk, Yoongi talks to the older woman at the counter and she signs them in.

“We have blocked off room thirteen for your use. Your photography team is already inside, setting up.” The older woman politely explains everything to Yoongi and informs him that there is also a member of their staff in the room to escort them from place to place without any issues. All of this is for Imani and Taehyung’s safety. As a fairly well known designer, Taehyung doesn’t want the news of Imani to be leaked before the pack can tell their family and friends.

A stout man with salt and pepper hair comes around the desk and leads the Min pack to room thirteen. He opens the door and bows low before he disappears and Yoongi enters the room first with Namjoon bringing up the rear. There are roughly eighteen people in the room and it looks like half of the room has come right out of a J.R.R Tolkien novel. A tall man with an equally long neck, spots the Min pack and purrs loudly. There is a set of chocolate brown triangle ears that stick out from his black coiffed hair and a matching chocolate brown tail wrapped around his waist.

“Taehyungie!” The man yells as the pack breaks apart and Taehyung grins.

“Seojoon, hyung!” Taehyung beams that wide boxy smile as Seojoon strides over to the pack.

“Good to see you again, Yoongi-ssi, Seokjin-ssi!” Seojoon shakes their hands and the others all say hello before Seojoon’s green eyes settle on the little girl in Taehyung’s arms. Seojoon glances at Yoongi silently asking for permission to speak to the newest member of the Min pack and Yoongi nods his head. “And who is this cutie, Taehyungie?” Seojoon’s tail uncurls from around his waist and sways peacefully behind his back.

Imani, who has hidden her face in Taehyung’s chest, making everyone smile as the ears on top of her head perk up. Taehyung pulls his face away, giving himself a slight double chin to glance down at Imani. He rubs her back soothingly and nuzzles into her hair, which is pulled back into a simple ponytail.

“This little one is Imani.” Taehyung tickles Imani’s side gently and she wiggles in his arms with a giggle. “Would you like to say hello, Imani? Seojoon, is a friend of mine from work.”

Imani turns her head a little, her forehead still pressed into Taehyung’s chest and she stares at Seojoon shyly. Seojoon smiles and waves.

“Hello, Imani. It is very nice to meet you.”

Imani notices the ears on Seojoon’s head and her tail starts to swing with a lazy happiness. “Kitty!”

Seojoon chuckles and nods his head, “Yeah, that’s me. I’m a Havana brown cat. Have you ever seen one before?” Imani shakes her head and Seojoon slowly bends so that he is eye level with Imani. “Would you like to feel my fur? It’s really soft.”

Imani’s eyes widen and she looks over at Seokjin and Yoongi who both nod their heads. Carefully, Imani reaches out and rubs the tip of Seojoon’s ear between her fingers. She giggles and Seojoon smiles.

“You feel mine?” Imani tilts her head and Seojoon’s heart melts at the gesture. Seokjin feels his eyes start to burn and Yoongi rolls his eyes but wraps an arm around Seokjin’s waist tightly, nonetheless. The cat hybrid scratches behind Imani’s ear and she shivers from the warm touch.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Seojoon asks and Imani nods her head once he pulls his hand away. “I think your fur is the softest I have ever felt.”

Imani’s whole face heated up and Taehyung laughed as he felt the new warmth, “Making a four year old blush, the shame!” Taehyung jokes and everyone coos as Imani hides away in Taehyung’s chest once more.

Seojoon turns his attention to the rest of the Min pack and sees that Jimin is holding what looks to be clothing. “Let’s have you all get changed and we’ll do a little hair and makeup before we can start the shoot.”

The guys grumble but Taehyung tells them all to shut up and remember that this is for Imani. Two stylists each take the guys away and Imani is handed off to Seojoon. “Come on little one, let’s look at all the pretty dresses.”

Taehyung might have gone a little overboard with making dresses for Imani, but he didn’t care. The ones that she didn’t pick he could always alter for her to wear at another time. Holding Imani’s hand in his own, Seojoon leads Imani over to two rolling racks that have beautiful and fairy-like dresses in every color of the pastel rainbow. One dress is a soft beige with gold sequins all over the long sleeves with a matching sequin bow that rested in the middle of the waist with a tulle and satin tutu. Another dress is grey-silver with a rounded neckline and sleeveless with a tulle tutu with pink, peach and white tulle flowers scattered on the dress. A grey-silver tulle train falls in the back of the dress with even more flowers attached to it.

A pink mermaid dress with purple and pink tulle bows bunched on the neckline and back of the dress is next followed by a pale yellow lace dress with romantic tulle sleeves and marigolds embroidered along the hem of the tulle skirt. The choices are never ending and Soojeon chuckles to himself as Imani goes through the dresses with sparkling eyes. The men in the pack are all wearing white slacks with different styled white lace shirts made by Taehyung and Seojoon together. So, any dress that Imani picks is going to look stunning when she poses with her pack.

A sky blue satin dress with a beaded bodice has ruffled short sleeves that are meant to hug the arms. Rich floral lace with beads at the waist are followed by a tulle train that hangs from the satin and tulle skirt. The back of the dress is fastened with satin and pearl buttons. Imani’s ears flick and move on her head as she holds the skirt of the dress in her hands. Seojoon squats down and lifts the dress from the rolling rack.

“Do you want to wear this one? You can pick two.”

Imani nods her head quickly and grabs a white satin dress that has puffy short sleeves with iridescent pearls on them. The neckline is an illusion that drops into a ruffled skirt with a tulle petticoat; a large bow rests in the back at the bottom of the zipper closer. The hem of the skirt has a four inch wide strip of iridescent rainbow satin that pulls in the pearls from the sleeves. Seojoon thinks the dress will match beautifully with the silver and pearl crown that is mixed in with all the accessories. Grabbing the dress, Seojoon hooks them on his finger and offers Imani his hand once more.

“Let’s make some magic.”

“You do magic?”

Seojoon nods his head excitedly.

“I’m going to turn you into a fairy princess.”

“A princess?!”

Imani’s voice is loud and clear as she stares up at Seojoon with large, sparkling eyes. Everyone tries to muffle their laughter and Seojoon just grins.

“Come on, little one.”

Yoongi stands dressed in all white, he wears a plain white shirt with a long sleeved button up over top left open. The left shoulder has a lace paisley design and he wears a pair of mismatched gold and silver earrings. A white and gold necklace has a white and brown feather hanging against his chest and he wears two different rings on his left hand. His dark hair, now a shimmering silver. White pants and white leather shoes finish his outfit. He looks like a fairy himself, one that belongs to the twilight and Hoseok is sure to tell him so when he walks up beside him.

“And what about you, babe?” Yoongi quirks an eyebrow and Hoseok touches his own hair that has been dyed platinum blonde. “I think you’ve become a sun fairy.”

Hoseok is wearing white as well but more layers. A white button up that has long sleeves with ruffles at the bottom and sections of the sleeves are cut out, replaced with lace. A sleeveless vest is over top with a matching white and gold necklace hanging around his neck. Two rings, in both silver and gold, grace his hands and the pure white pants and leather shoes complete Hoseok’s outfit. Hoseok’s neck flushes and he bumps Yoongi with his shoulder, “Shut up and take the compliment.”

One by one the guys start to emerge from behind their sectioned off curtains and Yoongi notices that they are all wearing white lace shirts of some sort. Namjoon’s hair is now a soft blond while Taehyung’s is a lighter shade of brown and slightly curly. Jimin grins at his soulmate and pecks his lips.

“Don’t mess up your makeup, we’re ready to start!” Seojoon calls, catching everyone’s attention. The Min pack all turn around at once and their hearts collectively stop beating. Imani stands in front of Seojoon looking every bit like a true fairy princess. The dress is white and matches the rest of the pack. Imani’s hair is braided into two fishtails on either side of her head that stop just behind her ears. Thin diamond ropes are weaved into the braids and mix into the rest of her hair in the back that has been left out, curled loosely. Tiny dangling pearl earrings hang from Imani’s ear and she wears a shimmery white-silver iridescent eyeshadow and subtle rose gold highlighter. Her lips have a nude tinted lip gloss and Seokjin feels his eyes burn with tears.

“Don’t mess up your makeup!” Seojoon warns as he playfully narrows his eyes at the Min pack.

“Princess Imani, I love it!” Jungkook gushes as he rushes over to Imani and squats down in front of her. “You’re so pretty, pup!”

Imani giggles and touches Jungkook’s cheek that has been dusted with blush and silver sparkles. Jungkook offers his hand to Imani and she grabs hold of it. Standing to his full height, Jungkook grins and looks at the rest of his pack.

“Lead the way, Seojoon hyung!”

The guys are on the ground in the middle of a tiny clearing, laying in a circle with their heads all towards the middle. All the guys are holding a sunflower in their hands and Imani sits in the middle of them all. Seojoon calls her name and when Imani looks up with a smile on her face, he takes the picture. The guys all stare at Imani with tender eyes and soft smiles as she giggles at Jimin tickling her ankle. Another photo is taken and soon they pick another spot in the garden to take pictures that focus on just Imani. Seojoon and three other photographers let Imani run around, capturing her joy and wonder with easy clicks of a button.

A fourth woman, video tapes the whole session since Seojoon plans on making a video edit of today to give the Min pack. Imani finds a pond filled with different breeds of large goldfish and the surprise on her face is priceless. Wide eyes and mouth open as she sits on the rock border of the pond. Seojoon quickly removes the daisy flower crown that is hanging in the crook of his elbow and he walks over to Imani with a smile on his face. Imani’s ears twitch as he comes closer and when she looks at him, her eyes light up at the sight of the crown.

“Would you like to wear this?”

Imani nods her head quickly and Seojoon coos as he places the crown on top of Imani’s head carefully, making sure not to mess up her hair. Her ears sit just inside of the crown and when Seojoon steps away, he nods his head. Imani looks cute, like a real forest fairy. Moving out of the way, Seojoon and the others take pictures as Imani looks at her reflection in the pond.

One goldfish stays near the surface of the pound and Imani’s tail swishes in happiness. Namjoon walks over and sits with Imani to make sure that she doesn’t lean too far into the pond. Holding onto the back of her skirt, Namjoon smiles as Imani points to the goldfish and Namjoon watches as the goldfish swims closer to the edge of the pond.

The goldfish comes closer, its mouth breaking the surface and Imani squeals as it spits water. Namjoon jumps from the sudden wetness that hits his chest and Imani laughs as the fish swims away. Namjoon pouts and Imani stands on the edge of the pond. She wraps her arms around Namjoon’s shoulders and hugs his head.

“It’s otay, Nammie!” Imani takes her flower crown off and sets it on top of Namjoon’s head. She kisses the top of his head and jumps down from the pond. “Jinnie, look it! Nammie is pwetty!”

The guys smile and laugh as Namjoon’s face heats up in embarrassment but he’s thankful for Imani’s kindness nonetheless. Imani runs over to Seokjin and jumps into his arms, giggling as the alpaca hybrid spins her around. All together the Min pack continue on with their tour of the gardens, stopping at different places when Imani sees something she likes or Seojoon wants to get a shot. Taking a break, the group waits for the staff to bring lunch and Imani has a large smock placed over her dress before she sits on a blanket.

“So, after lunch we will have Imani change into her second dress and take individual photos of her with each of you. Once we’re done that, I thought it would be nice if Imani wanted to shift to get a few photos like that as well.” Seojoon explains the schedule for the rest of the day and Jimin makes a silly face as Imani’s tail brushes against his hand.

The other photographers still take photos while the pack eats, catching candid moments that speak of just how much the pack cares for each other. Yoongi wiping something from Imani’s mouth, Jungkook and Taehyung feeding each other, Jimin laying his head in Imani’s lap while she plays with his hair, and Hoseok’s mouth open wide as he laughs while Namjoon and Seokjin smile at him. All are moments that Seojoon is happy to have captured on camera for the pack to see later on.

Somehow the flower crown makes its way to all the members and Seojoon thinks that Jimin, Seokjin and Yoongi pull it off the best. Seokjin’s fluffy white ears poke out from the green stems, Jimin’s sultry stare softens only slightly and Yoongi is something out of a fantasy novel. Soon after lunch, Imani is changed into the sky blue satin dress that has the beaded bodice, ruffle sleeves and tulle train. The pearl and diamond barrettes in her hair are replaced with a silver crown that has diamonds covering it.

The Min pack take photos with Imani one on one, deciding that it is best to keep them candid before they pose. Hoseok offers that they play a game of hide and seek to which everyone agrees. They make it easy for Imani to find them all one by one and those are the photos that Seojoon enjoys. Namjoon hiding behind a tall thin tree, Yoongi using a large leaf of a tree to try and hide himself, Jungkook sitting up high in a tree while his tail hangs low and Taehyung peeking out of a bunch of flowers.

Imani finds Seokjin pretending to be a tree, Jimin uses his flexibility and poses just like the statue of the water fountain behind him while Hoseok hides behind the entrance of the maze. Seojoon thinks the one on one candid photos are wonderful and he loves the posed photos as well.

Each member of the pack walks with Imani in the maze, some hold her hand, others carry her or hold both hands while she walks in front of them. Imani smiles in every photo, her eyes sparkling as love silently engulfs her whole being from the Min pack. Taehyung muffles a laugh as he watches Imani crash into Yoongi’s legs and he lifts her into his arms. She yawns and cuddles into the scent gland at his neck. Yoongi rests his chin on top of Imani’s head and rubs her back.

“I think now is a good time to call it,” Yoongi announces as he looks at Seojoon and his pack, “I don’t want to force anything more if the pup is tired.”

Seojoon’s tail flicks behind his back and he looks up from his camera. “I have more than enough photos. I can sort through them and send everything over to Taehyung in an email.” Seojoon smiles as Imani’s tail wraps around Yoongi’s wrist and he tells his crew to start packing up once they reach room thirteen. Yoongi helps Imani take her dress off and puts on her regular clothing, a pair of black shorts, a yellow t-shirt, black tube socks with two white stripes and a pair of white adidas. One of Seojoon employees helps to take out Imani’s hair and pulls it into a ponytail that rest at the back of her head.

Saying goodbye to everyone, Seojoon is surprised when Imani opens her arms for him while she is still in Yoongi’s arms. Seojoon silently asks for permission to hold the pup and Yoongi nods his head. Seojoon takes Imani into his arms and his heart melts as the little girl wraps her arms around his neck. Seojoon's tail curls around Imani’s ankle and her own tail wraps around his forearm.

“It was nice meeting you, Imani. I had a lot of fun today.”

“We ‘ave lot of fun! Tank you!” Imani kisses Seojoon’s check and turns around in his arms to go back to Yoongi. As Yoongi takes Imani back into his arms, she yawns once more. “We nap now, Yoonie?”

Yoongi kisses Imani’s temple and nuzzles his nose into her hair. “Yes, pup. We can nap in the car.”

“Say bye-bye to Seojoon-ssi,” Taehyung instructs softly and Imani yawns again, making everyone melt.

“Bye-bye,” Imani’s voice is soft as she fights her sleep and Seojoon’s heart melts as he gives a little wave to Imani.

Everyone says their goodbyes to Seojoon and his crew before they exit the room and form a circle once more. Taehyung goes back into the middle of the circle and he takes Imani from Yoongi, holding Imani to his chest. Her tail sneaks around his wrist and she reaches out for Jimin making Jimin smile as he takes Imani and hands the bags of their clothing to Taehyung. Still Imani keeps her tail curled around Taehyung’s wrist and Jimin rubs her back, humming softly as they leave the garden. By the time the pack reaches the cars, Imani is half asleep in Jimin’s arms and Seokjin decides that he will switch cars with Jungkook for the drive home.

“Everyone buckled?” Seokjin glances in the rearview mirror and Taehyung gives a silent thumbs up as Imani sits between himself and Jimin, her tail still wrapped around his wrist while her head lays on Jimin’s upper arm. “Let’s get this pup home and in bed for a late nap.”

#poly!bts #bts smut #bts fluff #bts hybrid au #bts fic #bts parent au #bts x oc #divider by saradika #fic: take on the world #totw ch 8

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