Fertile

fertile

during an annual camping trip with your parents, you venture off deep into the woods and find a man chained to a tree. @sweetempathprunetree @darkuni63 @momnomnom @chimmy-licious halloween masterlist

word count: 6.702

warning: loss of virginity, rough sex, dirty talking, coercion, mating process, rut, oral (f receiving), creampie, biting, knotting,

Your eyes watch the trees fly past you, being nothing but blurs in your line of vision. The road was eerily quiet and lonesome, displaying nothing but a long road that seemingly led to nowhere if you weren’t accustomed to taking said road.

“Don’t.” your mother says with a sigh. “We agreed.”

Your father's phone continues to ring for the next five minutes until he eventually answers it. 

Your mother snickers.

You scoff and lean back into your seat. You drowned out the conversation your father was having with a colleague once he began to bicker with them. Your father is an attorney while your mother is a professor at a college near home, the same one you attended. Both of them often brought home work with them and this annual getaway was the only time they weren’t supposed to. However, this getaway was something you only ever appreciated when you were a wide-eyed child and not a college sophomore. 

The annual “getaway” was nothing but a weekend camping trip in whatever forest your father decided upon. The last few years he found a more secluded area where he, you and your mother can set a tent up (because cabins were for those who couldn’t survive nature - his words) and enjoy the scenery. When you were a child, you loved sleeping in the tents and making fires with your father. You enjoyed the hikes and sightseeing - but you weren’t a child any longer. For some odd reason, the sun shined brighter and hotter than you ever remembered. The mosquitos became hungry and feasted upon your poor skin than you recalled and even the insects became louder, buzzing constantly through the night.

“Do we have to sleep in the woods?” you ask after an hour, your mind just dwelling on the insane fact. You wished you were back home in the comfort of your bed instead on your way to a campsite.

“Sleep in the woods?” your father scoffs, eyes flickering to the rearview mirror to eye you. “We’re not just ‘sleeping in the woods’, my love. We’re experiencing nature in all its glory.”

You don’t say anything in response.

“You used to love camping.” your mother says to you, turning her head. 

You don’t want to respond typically to your parents and state that it wasn’t you anymore and you were now an “adult”. You could appreciate the thought of them still doing this even after all these years. It’s comfortable for them - a tradition. It just wasn’t what you wanted to do anymore but you would keep it to yourself and wear a smile for them.

However, you were going to sulk on your phone as your friends sent you pictures and videos of them at their campus parties - where you thought you belonged. You were already going through social media stories to witness the hosts setting up, countless upon countless beer bottles and alcohol displayed. You may not be the biggest drinker, but hell did you want to just to experience something outside of this.

But you had to remember. This was only annual. There would be a party next week that you could attend with your friends. You would be with them helping one another pick out clothes to wear and you’ll go and have a good time. You just had to get through this weekend first.

Your father pulls into a dirt road and continues to drive.The road is familiar and the same one he always takes - the furthest from any campsite. He does this so the family can “stay in tune” with nature. You recall making a few friends while on the campsites with neighboring families until your father insisted on going even deeper into the woods. 

Your father parks and turns off the car. He opens the door and inhales deeply - a routine for him to do so.

You remove yourself from the car and gather your belongings. You were ready to set up your tent and get settled. Your father had insisted an air mattress wasn’t “camp friendly” so you packed mountains upon mountains of blankets to to work as a mattress of the sort and more than a few pillows.

Just as you were done, your found sounds. It’s a familiar ringtone for no one other than your friend. You lay inside the tent and answer the call, noticing how it lagged and even sounded staticy. 

You sighed. “How’s your camping trip?” you hear Ara say through the call once it finally made its way through. 

“We just got here. Nothing much to do.”

You can hear your father and mother outside your tent, probably trying to start a fire. Upon making your way towards the familiar woods in which you often camped, there were several RV’s set up with electrical appliances - even wifi. How you wished your father would just upgrade the camping experience.

“Boo.” you hear her say. “You sound sooo depressing. Why not just tell them you didn’t want to go?”

“And break their hearts?” you scoff. “It’s just the weekend. Next week I’ll be back and better.”

Your friend agrees. You and her speak for another 30 minutes before she brings up the party once more.

“Namjoon’s going to be there.”

Namjoon. That was a man. He was a Junior at the college and the man that your friend was pinning after since you both were freshmen. It was obvious to the trained eye that she wanted to mound Namjoon - all except the tall man himself. You couldn’t blame him, men were often airheaded - even if they were as genius-like as him.

“That means Taehyung would be there, too.” your friend's tone changes to a familiar one - a low sultry tone that you know where she’s getting at. “I know he likes-”

“Please stop.” you groan. “I don’t want to ever see Taehyung again.”

Kim Taehyung. Sophomore like yourself. The boy (as well as his group of friends, strangely enough) was sex on legs. Tall, dark hair with an amazing smile. Eyes dark and beautiful and he was well aware of his beauty - he had to be. He sauntered around everywhere as if he owned the place; strolling as if on a runway.

You didn’t hate Taehyung by any means - quite the opposite. You didn’t wish to see the man because of how embarrassing you had been the last time you’ve come across him - nearly two weeks ago. You and he shared a few classes and weren’t strangers - you even mingled a bit since your friends and his were basically acquainted. It was when you found yourself alone with Taehyung one (tipsy) night while the group disappeared and he was strangely close. He had asked you if you were alright - if he made you nervous. His hands were on your thighs, such large hands gripping bare flesh. 

“Namjoon told me that Taehyung isn’t disgusted with you.” Ara giggles.

“I fucking vomitted on him.” you want to scream, the flood of memories coming back to you. How you hurled on him when he came closer. How you had cried and begged for forgiveness - how embarrassed you was that you avoided him like the plague ever since.

“Tae is an understanding person.” Ara says. “He isn’t upset. You ignoring him might give him the wrong idea.”

You sigh.

“No, think about it.” Ara continues. “He tries to woo you and you vomit on him and ignore him. What if he thinks you are disgusted with him?”

Oh.

“No.” you gasp. “I-I should text him, right? Apologize and - oh my gosh, Ara!”

Now thanks to Ara, you were going to be going through an anxiety attack just thinking about what Taehyung thinks of you.

“You feel that?” your father says, head to the sky.

It’s dark now, the sky a dark gray color with a bright, full moon. Stars surrounded the cloudless sky. The night isn’t cool as you’d expect it to be, but instead humid. The smoke from the fire drags along the scenery and would draw attention that there’s campers deep into the woods.

Your eyes were steady on the message you sent on your phone. After you and Ara’s conversation, you went back and forth on how you’d talk to Taehyung. You knew he would be at the party tonight alongside his friends and would be completely delicious - something you won’t be able to witness. But you couldn’t stop thinking about how there was a possibility that he thought you were avoiding him because you were disgusted with him.

You had enough courage to send Taehyung a text and watched as the message was open instantly, but he had yet to respond. Your heart races, mind racing with the possibilities. 

“The world now is calm.” your father’s voice comes through your ears. “Surrounded by nothing but nature.”

You feel your phone vibrate and now you’re holding your breath.

Tae 😊: well well

Tae 😊: pretty y/n…long time no talk 

You lick your lips, fingers twitching. You were always tongue tied when it came to Taehyung, but not being able to text was just embarrassing.

Tae 😊: you’ve been avoiding me. 

Ara was not here right now to assist you in texting Taehyung. But you weren’t some dumb teeneager anymore. You were an adult and had to be able to talk to another person normally. However, maybe you were being paranoid, but the sudden period at the end of the text appeared as though the conversation shifted; became more serious.

You explained the situation the best way you could in hopes he’d understand.

Tae 😊: i’ll never be upset with you.

“You new generation are always on your phones.” your father sighs. “Is the scenery not good enough for you?”

You roll your eyes. Besides you there's a tray of s'mores made fresh by your mother. You grasp one and take a bite. “It’s the same scenery I’ve seen countless times.” you retort.

“Snappy tonight I see.” your father snorts but doesn’t say anything further.

You sigh, eyes going back to your phone to see that you had another message from Taehyung. 

Tae 😊: are you going to the party tonight?

You’re sad to tell him that you won’t be there.

Tae 😊: i won’t be either. and here i thought i would be missing out on seeing your pretty face again.

You swallow, eyes re-reading the words over and over again.

Tae 😊: i have to go now, y/n.

Tae 😊: i do hope to see you when you return.

Tae 😊: maybe we can continue where we left off.

You swallow the rest of the s’more and mentally scream at the message. The cloud above your head was beginning to fade. You felt as though your relationship with Taehyung could now become something more. You could go to sleep tonight content that eventually, you’d be returning back to your college and be with him.

You couldn’t sleep - not even after masturbating quietly in your tent. 

You felt restless, sleep never coming to you even when you would force your eyelids shut. You had scrolled through your phone until it began to lag and tossed and turned when you decided to try to go to sleep once more.

Now you were walking through the woods - if this was a horror movie you’d been dead. Or about to die and currently chased by whatever slasher killer or antagonist.

But this wasn’t a horror movie and you had walked these same woods countless times before - before alone and with your parents present. It wasn’t completely dark thanks to the moon, but you’re grateful for your phone's flashlight.

The leaves and discarded sticks crack beneath your walking feet, the night eerily silent. You hummed softly to yourself once you reached a lake - that meant you were about ten minutes from the campsite. You never swam in this lake before, your mother forbidding it. You would often skip rocks with your father in your youth, recalling how excited you had been when you managed to skip the small pebble and it didn’t automatically sink on your first try. 

Your head snaps to the right when you hear a noise. The night is once again quiet, not even any insects sounding as they usually would be. Cicadas are common this time of night, but it appeared as if they were all gone - leaving you alone with lack of lighting. 

The sound comes again, a clanking sound. As if metal was clanking against one another. You hesitantly flash your phone to the noise, eyes squinting to see into the darkness. You would have to get closer - and maybe this was a mistake on your part. But you determined that this wasn’t a horror movie - that or you were dumb.

Your feet pick up the pace and you begin to stroll towards the sound of the clanking. You swallowed, your mind screaming at you to turn back around and mind your business, but your curiosity was getting the best of you.

Your phone’s light catches it and you stop dead in your tracks. Your eyes widen and your heart jumps at the sudden sight. Your light illuminates off of a person - a man - against a tree. His arms were spread out and you noticed dark, silver cuffs around his wrists. He appeared to be restrained to it, chains connecting to bind him against the tree.  His head hung low and only when you gasped did it lift.

“T-Taehyung…?” 

Taehyung’s  eyes widened, but his eyes weren’t the same as you recall. They appeared a lighter gray instead of the dark chocolate color. His appearance was overall rugged - his hair was wild and untamed and didn’t appear soft to the touch like normal. His shirt, a white cotton shirt, is ripped at the torso. He’s wearing black shorts that hike up his thighs.

But again, it was Taehyung’s eyes that caught you by surprise. Though a lighter color, they appear much more sinister. They glare your way and you can feel your heart beating out your chest underneath his gaze.

“Y/N.”

Taehyung’s voice is deeper than you recall. The way he says your name has your skin littering with goosebumps.

“W-What’s g-going on?” you want to curse at yourself for stuttering, but you cannot help yourself. You were not expecting to come across Taehyung, someone who you have an insane crush on, but not only that, someone you had spoken to hours prior - to be chained against a tree before you. 

“What are you doing here?” Taehyung asks you, ignoring your concerning question. It was almost as if you were intruding on him and were not supposed to be here. 

“Camping.” you murmur in disbelief. 

Realization dawns on Taehyung and he nods. He remembers your conversation from earlier. “I didn’t know this is where you were camping at.” he says, but it appears to be more to himself than to you. “Why are you walking alone at night?”

Taehyung’s question makes you feel uneasy and the way his eyes survey’s your body doesn’t go unnoticed.

“C-Couldn’t sleep.” you swallow. “Taehyung, why are you…chained?”

Taehyung’s silent for a moment. He doesn’t blink, gray eyes watching you. 

“T-Tae-”

“A prank.” Taehyung suddenly says and you’re taken aback. “It was a prank that I have fallen for.”

You inhale deeply. A prank? What type of prank did he get himself involved in that has him chained to a tree in the middle of the night? He didn’t appear frightened in the slightest like you would have been if you were in his situation. He didn’t even appear annoyed.

“Boys will be boys.” Taehyung shrugs. He licks his lips, adam's apple bobbing. “Y/N…do you mind helping me?”

You’re trembling and only now do you notice. Your phone’s light is shining on him and it flickers against him. You nod your head, slowly reaching closer to him. “Where did your friends go?”

Taehyung watches as you come near him. He inhales deeply, shuddering at your sweet scent. His hands clenched tightly as you came closer. 

“Back to the party.” Taehyung answers. “Won’t be back ‘til later.”

You kneel down in front of Taehyung and inspect his wrists. They’re red due to him tugging at them and you suddenly feel saddened by the cruel prank. 

“In my pocket there's a key.” Taehyung suddenly says. “I can’t reach it.”

Taehyung tries to keep the grunt in his throat when he feels your hands touch him. You grasp the key from his pocket and sigh. 

“You can unchain me now.” Taehyung offers a smile. You watch him for a moment before nodding. Your heart quickens, mind replaying the way his smile didn’t appear genuine - or reassuring. 

Your thighs are on either side of his. You’re not wearing much - it’s the end of summer and it’s still warm out. Your shorts show off your smooth, soft skin and his hands ache to touch you. His heart quickens and he can feel his own shorts feel tighter.

“Tae?”

Taehyung blinks. He realizes now that he has been staring at you and curses at himself mentally for appearing like a creep.

“You’re breathing very heavily.”

Taehyung swallows. You were becoming suspicious, he notes. 

“You smell so good.” Taehyung blurts out and now your eyes are wide. You’re hot at his sudden words. 

“Tae…”

“Take the chains off, Y/N.”

You hear it - the deepness in his voice. He was no longer asking for your help, he was demanding it. 

Swallowing, your hands trembling with the key. You go to his right wrist first.

Your mind is screaming at you. Something wasn’t right. Sure, this could be a prank and Taehyung was telling the truth. But was it the entire truth? Why were his eyes a different color from normal? Something didn’t appear right in this equation.

“Maybe I should call your friends?” you suggest. “I can get Namjoon’s number from Ara and-”

“Take the chains off, YN.” Taehyung repeats the same words, this time his tone is completely demanding. 

Your eyes meet his and you’re shocked to see that he’s already looking at you. He gulps. Your eyes catch that he’s sweating now, hair sticking to his forehead.

“What are you going to do when I take them off?” your voice is not above a whisper and you’re shocked at your own choice of words. But you had to know - your mind wasn’t ringing alarms at you for no reason.

You hear a low growl be released from Taehyung, something not human in the slightest. “I’m going to fuck you.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened at his words. He watches as you begin to crawl away from him in fear. “I-I didn’t mean that.” he says in rebuttal. “Just please, take the - Y/N!”

You drop the key onto the ground. You’re shuddering with wide eyes. You don’t know what in the world is going on right now, but you didn’t want to stay and find out. 

“Don’t leave me here, Y/N. Baby.” Taehyung slams his head back against the large tree and inhales. “You smell so sweet. I know you played with yourself.” 

You gasp. What in the world was Taehyung speaking of? He could smell you? How did he know you masturbated before coming here - nearly two hours ago?

“You smell even sweeter when fertile.” Taehyung’s head lowers and once more, he’s looking right at you. His eyes appear animalistic - like a predator ready to hunt its prey. “You’re ripe and ready to be bred. You want that, don’t you, baby?”

Your legs clench at his words, a sickening heartbeat feeling between your legs.

“I know you want it, Y/N. You’re wet now. I can smell just how sweet you are.” Taehyung’s voice is low, raspy and sultry as he speaks. “Just let me taste you, at least. Just put that sweet pussy on my face. I’ll do all the work, baby.”

You begin to crawl backwards once more. 

“Y/N…” Taehyung’s murmurs in a warning-like tone. “...I can hear your heart beating. You don’t have to be afraid of me. I’ll never hurt you. You’re my bitch.” Taehyung’s sane part of him curses. This wasn’t him speaking - it was his rut. He wanted nothing more than to  mound you and breed you like the fertile bitch you were - but he still had respect for you as his mate. You weren’t going to understand where he was coming from now when he could barely control his urges for you. It didn’t make it easier that he was in rut - but it made it just as harder (if not more) that you were ovulating. 

“I-I’m not your bitch!” you spat, head spiraling at his choice of words. Taehyung had to be on something. What drug had a man completely fucked up in the head like this?

Taehyung growls once more. He tugs roughly onto the chains - so hard that you can hear a crackling noise. “Yes you are!” he roars so loud that it echos off of the surrounding trees. “I didn’t mean to-”

“S-Say away from me.” you struggle to get to your feet. 

“Y/N!” Taehyung hisses. He tugs on his chains again. “You fucking bitch.” his voice drops deeper. “You walk around here smelling so sweet and expect me not want to breed you?”

“You’re fucking crazy.” you hiss.

“You’re wet.” Taehyung licks his lips. “You’re dripping right now. I can smell it.” Taehyung inhales, widening his legs. “I’ll explain everything later, baby…” Taehyung’s pleading tone returns. “...just let me fuck you. Just pull your panties to the side and I’ll do all the work.”

You turn away from Taehyung, hugging yourself. 

“Before they tied me up, I came at the thought of you 3 times.” Taehyung’s voice yells at you. “Y/N!”

Your feet pick up the pace, your ears trying to ignore his desperate pleas for you to come back to him. 

“Y/N?” Namjoon’s voice sounds over the phone. He sounds confused - you and he rarely spoke since he was connected to Ara and not you.

“N-Namjoon?” you don’t intend on sounding so frightened. It’s early morning now and you have not fallen asleep, your mind replaying the scene hours prior with Taehyung.

“Y/N are you okay?” Namjoon notes the tone in your voice. There had to be a reason you were calling him out of all people, having gotten his number through Ara - who was now hungover and hurling in the toilet not far from him.

“Um. It’s Taehyung.”

Namjoon’s silent over the phone and you’re pondering maybe that he doesn’t know. Maybe he wasn’t the friend that was involved with chaining him up.

“Did he call you?” Namjoon asks, but even then his tone doesn’t match.

“Taehyung released himself?” an unknown voice in the background speaks and you feel your skin prickle with goosebumps. There was no one Taehyung could do that - right?

But then again, your mind still screams at you that something is wrong. Taehyung appeared damn near animalistic, his eyes - his teeth - and overall appearance.

“I-I saw him.” you murmur over the phone. “He-”

“Did he hurt you?” Namjoon interrupts hastily.  “Are you-”

“I’m fine but…” your body feels hot once more when you recall his words. It wasn’t Taehyung - not the man you knew. He never spoke so vulgarly towards you, never appeared so needy. “...is he high? Off of some type of drugs?”

You sigh. Maybe that’s what it was. Maybe he was going through withdrawal and he was acting so rash. Your views upon the man would change, of course, but you still cared for him. 

You could hear Namjoon on the other side of the phone followed by low laughter.

“Did he say something to you when you saw him?”

You groan. Did you really want to repeat such vulgar words to Namjoon?

“Anything like what?” 

Namjoon hums. “Anything like the reason he was like that?”

You shake your head. “No.” you respond. “He told me he was chained because you guys pranked him. But he…he’s not the same Taehyung I know, Namjoon. He’s so…”

“Aggressive?” Namjoon suggests. “Maybe a little…aroused?”

You lick your lips. Namjoon knows what Taehyung is going through but it appears as he’s jumping around the topic. He wants to know how much you know in order for him to continue - but you didn’t know anything. Taehyung is different, yes. But you concluded that maybe he was going through withdrawal. He didn’t appear intoxicated - his words weren’t slur nor did he smell of any alcohol. 

“He called me his bitch.” you’re embarrassed now more than anything. “He has to be off of something, Namjoon. He never spoke like this before.”

You can hear your father outside whistling. He must be getting ready to start breakfast. You laid upon the mountain of blankets, lowering your tone so they wouldn’t know you were awake.

“He said I smell sweet and,” you’re embarrassed again. “ready to be bred.”

Namjoon groans. Beyond your knowledge, he’s clenching his phone to his ear now. 

You had seen Taehyung during his rut.

Not only had you seen Taehyung - who he had admitted to Namjoon early on that he claimed you as his - in rut. But you were also fertile, which can only mean that now Taehyung’s rut was going to be even more unbearable for him and the rest of them that had to deal with him. Taehyung was already whiny during his ruts, this one even more so. He demanded that they, in his exact words, find a piece of your clothing so he can have you with him. It was deemed impossible because you were out camping - Ara had told him.

Unfortunately for you, you happen to be camping where they set Taehyung up to settle out his rut. A coincidence or fate? Namjoon wasn’t sure.

“Namjoon?”

Namjoon clears his throat. “Thank you for calling me, Y/N.” he says hurriedly. “Please, stay safe. I’m going to go get Taehyung some help.”

“Can I be of any help?” you offer. Even if he terrified you now in his withdrawal state, he was still someone you cared for. 

Namjoon wants to coo at your innocence. It reminds him of his own rut and the amount of times Ara had insisted on helping him. She doesn’t know what he was and why he truly always kept her at a distance during those times, having to appear like a dumb man who didn’t understand her pinning.

“We’ll handle everything.” Namjoon assures. “When Taehyung is alright again, he’ll explain everything to you. For now I think it’s best if you stay away from him.”

You replay his words in your mind. 

“Taehyung…wouldn't hurt me, right?”

You felt horrible having to ask. “Not intentionally.” Namjoon responds. “Goodbye, Y/N. Stay safe.”

“You sure you don’t want to come hiking with us?” your mother asks you, a look of disdain on her face.

You shake your head. “I-I’ll just wait here.”

“For nearly an hour? You know these hikes take a while.” your father says. He has a large stick in his hand, claiming it to be his walking stick.

“I’m tired.” you sigh, not wishing to go into further detail. “I’ll just stay here. Don’t let me ruin the fun.”

Your mother and father head out, your mother grumbling how the newer generation was “always tired due to technology”. Whatever that meant.

Today was the last day you would be camping, and later on tonight would you all be heading out. You have since packed a few of your items, ready to head back home as soon as possible.

Your mind lingered on Taehyung. You pondered if he was still deep into the woods chained up, or had Namjoon and the rest of the friend group come and gotten him?

Your mind still cannot wrap around on the situation. Namjoon gave you no answers to your questions. You attempted to search for your own answers. You couldn’t find any type of withdrawal symptoms that would have a man aroused to the point that Taehyung was.

Your phone sounds just as a few creaking behind you catches your ear. You hum, grasp your phone from the low folding table and unlock it.

The message is from Namjoon, nearly an hour ago. You raised your brows in confusion. You must’ve lost signal and just now did his messages go through.

Namjoon: Y/N.

Namjoon: Y/N please respond.

Namjoon: Look, Taehyung…he’s…it’s hard to explain and you’re not going to believe what I say to you.

Namjoon: What do you know about wolves? Werewolves? Lycans?

Namjoon: I don’t want you to be scared of him. I wanted him to be the one to tell you.

Namjoon: He’s not…well right now. He’s gone feral and I’m afraid that he would do something he’d regret when he’s no longer in rut.

Namjoon: I don’t want you to see him like this, but if you do…just let him have you. I know it may sound wrong but, he won’t hurt you intentionally, Y/N. You’re his mate.

Namjoon: Stay safe.

Your eyes read the countless messages over and over again. Goosebumps litter your skin and now you feel your heart racing. Your palms begin to go sweaty.

Werewolf? Lycan? Feral? Mate?

What the fuck was Namjoon speaking of?

You cursed at the slow internet. You’re attempting to search for - you weren’t even sure. It felt silly searching for words such as “mate” and “werewolf” but here you sat waiting for your phone to load doing just that. 

You didn’t want to believe anything these sites were telling you. It appeared utterly fictional - ruts, mates. Taehyung couldn’t be a werewolf or lycan. This wasn’t a fantasy movie - this was real life.

Your head snaps behind you to the sound of creaking. Your phone drops from your hands and your eyes visibly widen.

“Y/N.”

You take a short step away from Taehyung. His clothes are completely torn and you note that they aren’t the same as the ones you’ve seen him in a day prior. 

“You know.” Taehyung speaks. “Namjoon-hyung must’ve…explained it to you?”

You don’t speak or attempt to respond. 

“Your heart is beating so loud, Y/N.” Taehyung shakes his head. “I’m not going to hurt you. You’ll be my mate soon.”

There it was, that word. 

“I don’t want to be your mate.”

Taehyung’s eyes turn to slits. “You do.” he murmurs. “You don’t have a choice.”

You want to turn and run for your life, but your mind tells you that you wouldn’t win nor get far. If Taehyung was a…werewolf of the sort, then that meant he had to be faster and stronger than you. You were already disadvantaged for being a woman, but a human woman meant you were nothing but a weakling compared to him. 

“We had a connection prior to my rut. You felt it and so did I.” Taehyung steps closer to you. “It wasn’t my intention to frighten you.”

Taehyung’s eyes roam the curves of your body. He licks his lips before staring into your frightened eyes once more. 

“Taehyung…”

Taehyung’s ears perked. “Yes, baby?” he asks in a rush, enjoying the way you say his name. 

“Please, leave me alone.” you murmur so low that you’re unsure if you said it at all. “I-I can’t-” Namjoon’s message replays in your mind. Just let him have you. He won’t hurt you intentionally.

“You’re scared. That’s normal.” Taehyung steps closer to you. He’s fighting animalistic urges to mount and release himself inside of you. He cared for you deeper than that, but he couldn’t ignore his rut or your fertility clogging his nostrils. “Just be a good girl, Y/N. It would be easier if you’d let me.”

You stiffen.

“Come here, Y/N.” Taehyung lifts his hand and offers for you to take it. Your eyes never leave his and you can see just how dark his eyes became, no longer the gray color. His words are stern and commanding as before.

“You’re going to hurt me.” you protest with a head shake. 

Taehyung’s eyes widen and he stomps forward. “I’d never hurt you, baby. You’re my mate.”

“I-I don’t want to be your mate!” you exclaim once more. “I just…I want the old Taehyung back.”

Taehyung snarls, eyes fuming. He wants to be understanding of your feelings. He never intended for you to see him like this. He also thought he had time to introduce you to his world. But it’s growing difficult for him to not be upset with you - the wolf side of him, at least. He was the same Taehyung you knew and he doesn’t understand why you have to be so stubborn.

“Just let me hold you.” Taehyung pleads, voice cracking. “I won’t hurt you, Y/N. I won’t. Just a hug.”

You want to run for your life, but you’re hesitant. You understand that Taehyung would just capture you and the last thing you desired was for him to be upset even more. 

“Promise you won’t hurt me?”

Don’t fall for his trap - don’t be so naive. 

“I promise.”

Stop walking closer to him - don’t let him get near you. Protect yourself.

Taehyung’s arms engulf you in a tight embrace. He’s solid, your head against his chest. His nose buries itself into your hair and he’s inhaling deeply.

You swallow. You allow Taehyung to hold you tightly as he rubs himself against you. His nose runs from your hair to between your neck.

“You smell so good for me.” Taehyung murmurs. “So sweet.”

Taehyung’s breath is hot against your neck and you can feel the hair on your arms raise. 

“Give me a kiss, Y/N.”

“Tae…”

“Just one kiss.” Taehyung bargains, his lips grazing against your own. “You smell so heavenly and I know you’ll taste just as sweet.”

You hate yourself for allowing his words to get to you. You feel your knees grow weak and the familiar feeling between your legs heighten - the heartbeat followed by slickness. Taehyung was still an attractive man you wished to be with prior to all of this mess - he was just as attractive and knew what to say to have you weak for him. 

Just as you could feel yourself becoming aroused, Taehyung can smell it.

“Just one.” you breathed.

Taehyung doesn’t waste time pressing his lips against yours, moaning into the kiss. His body squished against yours - you feel the hard bulge between his legs against your own heat. 

Taehyung removes his lips from yours and turns you around. He embraces you close to his body, his large hands roaming yours.

“T-Tae, stop.” you quip, but there was no stopping the man. He presses himself against your ass and begins to rut into you.

“My mate.” Taehyung hisses, a low growl in your ear. “My mate…my mate…”

You feel Taehyung’s mouth near your neck, right between your shoulders. 

You tug yourself away from Taehyung, somehow managing to remove yourself from him. “Tae-”

Your words are caught in your throat. You release a scream just as you feel a sharp pain in your neck - Taehyung was biting you. You fall to your knees, then on your stomach. Taehyung is behind you, sharp teeth sinking into your skin.

You feel hot tears pour from your eyes, blurring your vision. Taehyung ruts against you, growling animalistically behind you. His fingernails dig into your hip, sharp nails ripping past your clothes and into your skin - you were sure it’d draw blood. 

Please forgive me, Y/N.

You cry harder, your mind wondering what the hell was going on and why you could hear Taehyung inside your head. 

I never wanted to do this to you.

You wished you studied more on werewolves - or whatever Taehyung was. You wanted to know what was happening and why you felt like you were slowly shifting - why you could feel emotions that weren’t just your own and thoughts that belonged to Taehyung.

Take her.

You gasp when Taehyung’s teeth release your skin.

Breed her.

Your stomach churns suddenly. You could hear Taehyung’s thoughts - was this what he had done to you by biting you? You felt like vomiting, suddenly nauseous. 

Y/N’s not ready. She’s afraid of me.

Taehyung’s voice. Not the voice of the pleading Taehyung - the one who spoke so vulgarly to you, but the Taehyung you cared for.

Breed her.

Breed her.

Your heart quickens - you were feeling a million emotions all at once. You harbored not only your own emotions, but Taehyung’s. Your body ached with pain, yet arousal. You felt seconds away from vomiting, your head throbbing; pounding so loudly with voices that you wanted to scream. 

“Tae….?”

You just wanted it to end - the pain, the nausea and the arousal. 

“Just take me.” you sigh in defeat. 

“I-I’m trying to stop.” Taehyung grumbles. He’s gripping your hips even harder. “I…I…”

“I know.” you slur, swallowing. You can feel his emotions - the sorrow of how he was acting. There’s an internal battle in his head that you’re intruding onto. “It’s okay, Tae. You can have me.”

Taehyung snarls. He doesn’t hold himself back anymore now with your consent. He flips you onto your back and you groan at the impact. You feel yourself grow hot beneath Taehyung’s gaze. 

“Need to taste you.” Taehyung declares.

Your shorts are ripped from you hastily, followed by your panties. You feel a chill run between your legs at the sudden action, eyes wide and mouth agape. 

Taehyung inhales with a shudder. Your scent was now clogging his mind - your sweet, riped scent.

“So beautiful, my mate.” Taehyung murmurs and dives into your pussy.

Your back arches at the foreign feeling. Taehyung’s tongue is wet and warm and it laps between your folds hungrily. His nails are digging deep into your thighs, no doubt going to leave a mark. 

Taehyung moans into your pussy - you tasted so sweet and savory that he never wanted this moment to end. Your slick oozes out and he laps it up each time. He’s beginning to feel whole once more - now you were his entirely. 

The scene is utterly filthy. You managed to open your eyes and watch as Taehyung’s tongue pleased you. As if on queue, Taehyung’s dark eyes lift to stare right into your own curious eyes. You gasp, once again growing hot with the intensity of his stare. His eyes never leave yours, not even when your thighs are shaking as you were reaching your high.

Taehyung’s thoughts were as perverse as his actions - all screaming at you in your mind. How wet you were, how good you smelt - how easily he could slip inside of you and breed you like he was destined to.

“Tae, s-stop.” you stutter out, hips jutting in an attempt to get away from his skilled tongue. You were far too embarrassed to cum like this.

I want you to cum on my tongue.

Your toes are curling and you’re doing just that, mind going blank. Your breathing hitches at the overstimulation - Taehyung wasn’t going to stop until he saw fit. 

Taehyung lifts from between your legs after another few moments of licking, until his mind hears your pleading voice.

You hear the internal dialogue running rampant in Taehyung’s head once more. You don’t manage to catch your breath. Taehyung is already flipping you over once more, your chest being rammed into the ground once more - only then did you remember that you and he were out in the open where anyone could see. However, due to Taehyung's thoughts, he didn’t care in the slightest - he was hell bent on being inside of you.

Taehyung marvels at the beautiful sight of you - naked ass in the air and slick pooling out of you. His nose catches onto that familiar. He releases a growl, cock twitching in his pants.

“Tae…” you murmur. You can hear the obscene thoughts and now you are frightened with what’s to come. “I-I’ve never-” you gasp, nails digging into the dirt below you. Taehyung had thrust himself fully inside of you. You feel as if you’re ready to crumble; completely break in half at such a feeling.

Taehyung’s speed and strength is inhumane - completely unnatural. He pumps inside of you hastily, the slapping of wet skin against another is dying down your sobs and whimpers. 

Taehyung wraps both arms around you, hoisting you against his body. He continues his brutal thrusting, the only thought on his mind was to breed you fully - to make you his completely. He’s so deep inside of you that you pondered if you could really feel him in your stomach or was that just another insane thought. But you had to remember that Taehyung wasn’t human. Though you were new to this, his speed was not one of someone who was human. His strength is just as unmatched, he’s clutching onto you so tightly that you would never escape his grasp if you tried. The sounds that are released from his throat appeared to be similar to snarling and growls than anything else. Taehyung was someone that could possibly snap your neck in a matter of seconds without much struggle, but somehow - even now as he displays his dominance over you - you aren’t afraid.

It took longer than you expected for the pleasure to come, but when it does your whimpers turn to soft moans. Your walls are clenching around him so heavenly that he never wants this moment to end - mind going completely blank and all he can think about is being inside you. 

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

That's all Taehyung can think. Now you were his completely. Finally, he had you all to himself.

You feel Taehyung’s teeth against your neck once more, softly nipping at your skin. “My mate, so wet for me.” he moans. “All mine.”

You’re hot, his possessive words flustering you. Taehyung feels how you clench around him and it only excites him more. He and you were one now - officially. Your thoughts and emotions were just as his as his was yours. 

Taehyung sends open mouth kisses against your shoulders, his aggressive pounding not stopping until he had his fill of you. “T-Tae!” you shudder, feeling yet another high crashing down onto you. 

Taehyung hisses and once more, you’re being crushed beneath him and the dirt ground. He pounds into you with such sloppy need that your mind goes blank once more. All you can focus on was the aggressiveness of his skin slapping against yours and his perverted thoughts on breeding you.

“W-What…?”

Taehyung shushes you, lips against your tear-stained cheeks. He understands your sudden discomfort. He was now knotting you - something he didn’t wish to do for the first time but in order to satiate his wolf, he had to. The feeling is euphoric for him, being able to be so close to you and share something so intimate - he never wants it to end. 

Taehyung’s right hand is cupping your stomach as his lips are kissing your neck, an attempt to ease the unknown pain you feel of his cock swelling inside of you.

“My mate.” Taehyung murmurs against your skin. “All mine.”

Realization is being to dawn to you as you feel him deeper and deeper inside of you and now, the frightened feeling of the night prior is seeping throughout your body once more.

Imagine CEO!Bucky accidently taking his anger out on his already stressed out secretary. He gets mean and you will deal with it because I wanted this angst turned smut to go from chest itching to stomach fluttering. 

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Your stomach twisted in knots looking at the pile of papers you had stacked on your desk, the phone still ringing while new messages popped up in your email inbox every 5 minutes. The files had to be organized by the next meeting and the number on the phone display was one you couldn’t ignore. The back to back messages were from various investors, each person insisting they were a priority over the others. You kept the receiver between your ear and shoulder, your hands flying around your desk madly between papers and tapping your keyboard. 

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going feral rn .

— cherry ღ

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!father au

warnings: cheating, manipulation, corruption, pseudo incest, age gap, virgin!reader, she's quite innocent (but please always assume 18+!), inappropriate inspections ahshdhdhd, cockwarming, daddy kink, praise kink, ridiculous amounts of "good girl", mentions of masturbation, dirty talk, a sprinkle of breeding kink ooops

Namjoon was just... committed. It was his job as your father to look after your heart; and everything else that came with it.

"Show me, baby," he whispered, soft lips brushing your ear. "It's okay."

It sounded so simple. Yet the sweet words were followed by the tip of his big, hard cock pushing into you, every inch stretching your cunt open, hot breaths fanning your neck.

Tight.

You were so tight, so sensitive; so inexperienced. Ever since Namjoon found out you were untouched, the thought haunted his each waking moment; and in his dreams, a fear followed, creeping up his bones, infecting all cells until his body felt sick.

What if someone else got to touch you first?

Not a soul, dead or alive deserved that. He's seen you cry over your crushes and eventually exes, seen you open up like a flower, then wither away and die. Boys your age were just that; boys. They didn't know how to take care of themselves, let alone of you. They were fickle leafs fluttering in the wind, and Namjoon was a rock; always there for you to lean on, the foundation of the very ground he helped you learn to walk on. So, wasn't it only natural he'd be concerned who gets to put their hands on you? Wasn't it only natural he loved you so much all other women paled beside you?

You never had a father before him, and you didn't really know what that kind of bond was supposed to be like, but you always longed for it. Your mother had a few boyfriends, fleeting relationships that quickly took away your childish hope of ever being the jewel in someone's crown.

Still, people would never understand; everything between you had to remain a secret. There was nothing wrong with that, though — because Namjoon was your dad and he knew best. Besides, you weren't blood related either, and that seemed like a perfectly valid explanation for why he could do things no real dad could. It seemed reasonable when he'd come into your room and lock the door, hands sneaking under your shirt to wake you up, whispering that he just wanted to see if you were still only his, only daddy's girl.

And then he came along and changed everything.

That was how you found yourself here, back pressed into his chest under the weight of soft sheets, swallowed by darkness. Simple, routine inspections were not enough anymore; it was not enough to feel you wrapped around his fingers night after night. He just had to be sure no one else took what was his. Had to feel your pretty, virgin cunt struggle to take all of him, mark it with his shape.

He kissed your shoulder, stroking your hand with his thumb in mindless circles.

"Good girl."

Sleepy, and getting quite used to having him inside you, you tried to keep your eyes closed, not react to his words. But you felt yourself clench around his girth, and you knew he felt it too, from the way he moaned into your neck.

"Sorry," you whispered shakily, a wave of heat crawling up your spine.

Namjoon hugged you tighter, the scent of his cologne soothing your senses.

"What are you sorry for, baby?" He asked softly. "Feels nice... to be close. Doesn't it?"

You nodded slowly. Namjoon graced your shoulder with another sweet peck, his lips so warm on your skin.

"Nothing wrong with that, hm?"

He always said that. You couldn't help but feel conflicted; having him like this was so intimate and oddly comforting. On the other hand, though, it left you addicted, desperate for things you knew you shouldn't want. It didn't help how often he reassured you, tempted you with promises that if you ever needed more, all you had to do was ask. It was completely normal for your cute, little hole to clench around daddy's cock like that, he said; it was where he belonged, and your body knew it, too. It was more than okay to play with yourself after he left and think of him.

He kept kissing your face, like all he wanted was for you to know that just as you belonged to him, he always belonged to you. This was your heaven, and nothing else mattered. Your tummy twisted when you felt his cock twitch inside you, and you attempted to swallow the lump building in your throat, willed your thighs to stay still.

"My good girl," he breathed, "only daddy's. Right?"

You nodded, too scared to open your mouth and make a sound. You had no idea what would come out if you tried.

Namjoon could read you like an open book, even with his eyes closed — all the more when he was buried so deep inside you. His large palm slid down to your stomach, settling under the cotton of your oversized shirt. The pads of his fingers brushed the swell of your breasts, knocking your heart out of its steady rhythm.

"You're so wet. Is that only for me too?"

You pushed yourself to nod again, only this time that wasn't satisfying enough. Namjoon skimmed the underside of your breast, opening his hand slowly enough to make your head spin. Your pussy clenched, gushing arousal, tummy churning as he finally gripped the soft flesh.

"Say, 'yes, daddy'."

You stifled a whimper, your voice barely rising above a whisper.

"Yes, daddy."

Another twitch inside you. You forced yourself to remain still and quiet, though Namjoon seemed too lost in you to notice your efforts, too focused on the throbbing of his cock. He squeezed your breast, his palm resting right above your pounding heart.

"And you're daddy's girl. No one else is ever gonna see you or touch you like this, no one else ever has. Right?"

A soft whine fled your lips. It was embarrassing, somehow, to submit yourself like this, so openly and willingly. Yet the craving for his approval, his love and his touch was stronger than any shame, bringing you to nod some more, eyes falling shut.

"Yes, daddy."

The bridge of his nose brushed against your neck tenderly, while his cock kept twitching.

"Good girl."

Once again, the words instantly went to your head - and cunt - they always did. You wanted to keep being good for him, to reach for all the things he oh so kindly gave you permission to take. It was like he was just waiting for you to break until you had no scruples about the taboo of the situation. Because Namjoon himself was shameless, especially when it came to the things he wanted.

And all he wanted was you.

At last, as always, he settled a warm hand on your hip to slip out of you. You could feel the way your pussy protested, reluctant to let him go, aching pathetically and dribbling out slick.

You could barely breathe. It was difficult not to notice. Namjoon himself was anything but happy knowing he was going to have to go back to bed frustrated again. It was probably a mixture of that, and his heart stirring at the pitiful sound you made, that broke some of his resolve. He still wanted you to listen to him like the good girl he knew you were, wanted to hear you ask him to touch you, to defile you. But he simply leaned over you, giving his throbbing cock a squeeze. He left another kiss on your cheek, the next words coming out hushed, like another secret.

"I know it hurts, baby... It hurts me too. How about daddy helps you tomorrow? Would that make it go away? Hm? Would that little pussy feel better if I rubbed it for you? Just a small, tiny massage, and then it won't hurt so bad anymore."

You were starting to feel light headed, your lungs heavy, cunt pulsing in response to his suggestion. How sweetly he talked to you, like a dad just taking care of his daughter, made it sound filthier, made your body burn. You opened your mouth to respond — slowly reaching out — little girl finally about to take the hand that has been waiting so patiently for her to grasp it from the darkness of her closet.

"Please, daddy," you uttered quietly, heart beating out of your chest.

Namjoon gave his cock another squeeze, precum dripping down the thick shaft. He needed to get off, but he'd get through one more night of this torture. So that tomorrow, after all this time, he could finally release all the tension while he felt you quiver on his dick. He'd give you months worth of cum, breed you so nice and full; and that's before he'd even get to fuck you. He tried to keep his composure, gave your pretty face more kisses as he tucked himself back into his boxers.

"Good girl. I love you."

You rubbed your thighs together as soon as you felt him sit up, ready to make his way back to your mother.

"I love you too," you sighed, unable to think straight anymore.

He blew out your candle, then looked down at you, affectionately stroking your hair.

"I know. Sweet dreams, baby."

Maybe he could see into the deepest, darkest corners of your mind; or maybe it was just a precaution. Either way, as much as he loved spoiling you, what kind of father didn't discipline their precious child when needed?

"Don't," he warned softly, ghosting his lips over your temple, "even think about touching yourself tonight. Daddy's gonna help you tomorrow, as much as you want. Be a good girl and wait for me, or I'll get mad. You don't want that, do you, angel?"

You held your breath, shivers flooding you. It felt like for a moment, your heart stopped beating altogether. Finding no courage to look up into his eyes, you simply nodded again, hugging your pillow tighter, as tight as your thighs clenched.

"Good girl."

Hot all over, you watched him close the door and turned, immediately met with his scent lingering on the sheets. How were you supposed to fall asleep now?

At least you weren't alone. Namjoon was asking himself the same question, but he's been patient for so long already. He's waited, and waited, the scent of cherries lingering in the air around him, craving to bite into the sweet fruit, satiate his hunger. The wait would be worth it, he knew. And oh, he'd make sure to make it worth your while, too. All good girls deserved rewards. Especially from their dads.

unconditionally — masterlist

summary: for the past three, almost four years, it has only been you and your twins after having been abandoned by your ex-boyfriend. you expected it to remain that way for the rest of your lives until one day you accidentally run into one of his bandmates at the park

pairings: ex-boyfriend/baby daddy!hoseok x f. reader (exes to lovers)

warnings: LOTS of angst, unconditionally!hobi hate club, hong jisoo fanclub <333, nasty behavior from hobi, oc being da best mom and the twins being da best kids :D, besties svt, we do not like bangtan in this one :(

rating: pg-13 (?)

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