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Wolf hybrid jungkook x bunny hybrid reader

Masterlist

(This one's a little long )

You desperately tried to pull your leg from the hybrid trap but found it to be unsuccessful and began to sob.

You had been playing with the younger ones in a game of tag when you ran into a trape that pierced into your ankle, your pack simply left you behind. No matter how much you pulled and tugged you couldn't release yourself from the device. You were almost certain you would become a meal or something for a human to sell once they came back for their trap.

You laid in the grass while listing to the crickets of the night and clutching at your stomach in hunger. Your ears suddenly twitched at the sound of footprints and darted your head up from the semi talk grass, 'did your pack come back for you' you thought. That hope you had quickly vanished and turned to fear when you saw the tall wolf hybrid standing feet away from you. You ducked down hoping he wouldn't see you but you knew you were done for when you saw him sniff the air. You flatted yourself on the ground as much as possible, heartbeat racing hearing footsteps approach. You covered your head squeezing your eyes shut.

Everything was silent for a few seconds. "Are you hurt" you looked up seeing the male stand over you, you panicked backing up as much as you could making the chains rattle. "Would you calm down, I'm not going to hurt you" he said bending down taking your leg in his hands. Your whole body shook with fear and confusion, "would you just relax" he said turning his attention to the trap, you tried to stop shaking the best you could. "Ready?" Before you could answer he opened the device with ease allowing you to remove your foot. He picked up the trap ripping it from the ground a threw it elsewhere.

He bent down once again now observing the blood now gushing out of the wounds. "Where's your pack?" He asked you shook you're head. He sighed "I'm not going to hurt them I'm just trying to return you" once again you shook your head this time using words to reassure him " i-i don't know, i got left behind," you said quietly, you heard another sigh come from his lips. "Come on, get on" you looked up seeing him on his knees back facing you, you hesitantly climbed onto his back.

He stood up and began to walk in an unknown direction, "don't worry, i lost my pack too" he said before going quite. You were a little shocked, you never expected a seemingly strong alpha to not have a pack but you didn't expect him to help you either. You almost fell asleep but your eyes widened seeing a faint glow in the distance, the closer you got the more you could process. A small fire was going next to a small cave.

(Heres a visual )

He let you down next to the warm. "Stay here," he said before wandering into the forest. He came back and sat in front of you holding his hands out to you, he held barries and a few fruits for you "oh, thank you" you said taking the barries from him and began to eat. "What's your name?" He asked tilting his head "y/n" he nodded scratching the back of his fluffy ears "im jungkook" you nodded. The question you wanted to ask was right on the tip of your tongue but you were worried that the question would trigger him. "U-um, why didn't you e-eat me?" He looked away for a moment before laying his eyes back onto you. "I don't know, I was hungry and was planning to eat but then i saw you and just couldn't" you both blushed a little red for a moment. "So, we are both pack-less i guess. Wanna... Stay with me?" You took a minute to think, the question took you by surprise a little. He seemed nice and hasn't proved any different other than being a little cold but what if his hunger returned?

"You won't eat me right" he giggled and shook his head. "Now let's get to bed, " he helped you up and blow out the fire. He took you into the small cave where there were a mattress and a blanket "i found them near the streets where humans are, they're actually really comfy." He said with a proud smile. He sat you down on the 'bed' then went back to the entrance covering it with a large branch filled with leaves. He sat next to you ready to get under the sheets when he noticed your anxious expression. "What's wrong?" He asked "oh, nothing it's just being in a cave is a little overwhelming," you said trying to lighten the mood with a giggle. "Oh, well i can assure you it's safe. Now let's lay" you nodded laying next to him moving closer to his chest feeling his warm body heat you like a hug. He moved closer as well, placing his arm around your waist and fluffy tail touching your thighs.

He cursed your cheek thinking you were asleep and mumbling a few sweet words to himself "don't worry y/n, I'll be your protector from now on. No matter predator or prey"

Mommy Virgin

Hybrid! Alpha! Baby daddy! Bunny! Jungkook X Pregnant! Human! Chubby reader (wow, what a mouth full.)

Babydaddy au, CEO au, hybrid au, sperm banks, Jungkook has a short temper because I think it’s 🥵...😳..Anyway...Enjoy.....

“Hyung!” A Lovely Afternoon turned hectic upon the arrival of another Ceo member; he ducked and dodged, swiftly weaving through the crowd at the entrance. “ Hyung! Seokjin!”

Coming up to the security gates, He swore under his breath, realizing he had left his ID at home; luckily, He had enough momentum to hop up and over the gates. “ I'm sorry!” He apologized to security while speeding by.

“Hyung!” He pushed open his hyung's doors.

Perfect, not one but two hyungs. “ We heard you causing a ruckus downstairs, Bunny Boy-,”

“I'm a dad!” He exclaimed from the top of his lungs

A cloud of confusion filled the office, followed by stunted silence.

“What!!”

What an intro, huh?

Introducing Our male lead, Jeon Jungkook, An Alpha Rabbit Hybrid. Yep, An Alpha bunny- but not just any breed of bunny; a Giant Flemish Lop; a large bunny with enough strength to tear apart most hardware materials and speed to leave a car in the dust. And being an alpha only enhances his abilities.

Unfortunately, the females of his species have a deadly immune disorder causing them to die quickly from illnesses. His species has deteriorated through the past decade.

Jeon Jungkook is a part of an endangered species.

Jungkook's solution involved donating his sperm to a sperm bank; being eighteen then, He didn't think thoroughly of the representations, and now, well over a decade. He receives his punishment...with a smile?

The two hyungs observed the brittle paper. “For-fucks-sakes, Jungkook. Why the hell is your office so disgusting?” Namjoon scoffed at the scattered blankets and empty ramenyeon bowls. “Did you spend the night in here?”

“No, that's from last week.” Jungkook shrugged off the looks of disgust with a slight head tilt.

“Ewww.” Seokjin adjusted his distance.

“I was in the middle of cleaning up.” Jungkook pointed out to Jin before turning to Namjoon. “ So I started on this pile beside the fax machine..I didn't even know I had one.”

“Despite the dust on the paper, The document was dated a month ago.” Namjoon arched his brow at the snags along the sides. For those curious kittens who want to know.

Kim Namjoon (A Doggy Hybrid)

A pure bred labrador retriever minus the human DNA- Sharp as a tack, A born-leader, as handsome as they come, and melts for belly rubs.

Kim Seokjin (A Mouse Hybrid)

He’s a dormouse to be exact and He’s…Jin Shrugs

"We have to see her.” An unfamiliar sensation fueled Jungkook's curiosity and insanity from Namjoon’s Pov

Seokjin laughed, slapping Namjoon’s shoulder. “He's crazy! He-He thinks he can just find her.” Jin 's tears rolled down his rosey cheeks.

Namjoon is often empathic; I mean, he's half-dog; being therapeutic is in his blood. “Listen, Bun; I understand this is important to you, but-” He humorlessly chuckled. “ We-We are lacking in vital documentation on who this woman is or -”

Jungkook's racing heartbeat drowns Namjoon’s panic voice of reasoning, occasionally tuning back in now and again for keywords. Shit. He’s right. Drifting off his headspace for a second, too, he retrieves his answer in the form of a person.

“Or if she's still with child-.”

“Hobi Hyung.” Jungkook interrupted.

Namjoon’s blood ran cold.

“Where?!” Jin startled himself enough to take shelter behind the couch. “I thought he was in prison?!”

“He is; Hyung, Please calm down,you will alarm our co-workers ” Namjoon claimed, opening a window. “What are you bringing up his name for?” His tail curiously curved.

“ Because I might have to get my hands dirty." He smirked, " Don't follow me, Hyung " He teased, dashing out the office door.

Surprise! This was teaser/test? This is my first time trying to hop on the Hybrid AU train so if you like it please let me know and I will happily make more! Please like it 🫶🏽

Mommy Virgin

Hybrid!Alpha!Babydaddy!Ceo! JJK X Pregnant Chubby! Reader

Chapter 1

Christmas Dreams

Plant many and be fruitful

An idiotic quote your family stands by religiously-For generations, Big families run in our genes..and it always come up boys. Traditionally, Our family has a record for birthing only boys.

However, The winds of a change blew on a beautiful Saturday daybreak, welcoming a baby girl to the world. Maybe 'Welcomed' is far-fetched-

"That girl is going to be the end of our family." Our father exclaimed to your mother, already doubled over with grief-" Ever man, we set her up with her declares! My patients is suffering!" He huffed.

"Her innocence is our misery. She refuses them every time." Your mother added. "She will kill our bloodline at this rate."

Your father could do nothing but hold his weeping wife.

And where are you? On the steps, listening to every painful insult after the next. You didn't mean to be the way you are-it's just men-You couldn't finally grasp the appeal of men. Never as a teenage girl and never now.

Every 'Gentleman' your parents shove in your face always leads to the same demands. Barefooted and pregnant. In other words, not your cup of tea.

So you hatched a plan over three years, causing influential events to take place—'Influential' to your parents, An mirage to yourself.

The story goes, you met a handsome mystery man who swept you off your feet and demanded you stay in his care, getting you out of your parent's hair. In reality, You were the handsome stranger, secretly saved up and moved out.

You hated lying to your parents but detested how they treated you more.

Your scheme forced you to keep the image of this handsome stranger. Why can't we come to the wedding? Your 'fiance' values privacy, including pictures. Why can't we visit? He's a horrible germaphobe.

The list is endless.

Despite how solid your lie was, It all went to ruin following your parent's desire to be grandparents. The obsessive behavior continued for several days straight until the pressure became too much.

"I'm pregnant!" A foolish outburst you immediately regretted as it slipped past your lips. " We wanted it to be a surprise-"

The cheers blazed through your phone's speakers; your face formed a painfully cringe.

What have you done?

You've successfully given yourself a time limit for a decision of paramount importance, something that needs preparation and stable funds.

But yet Your shoes imprinted the carpet in the waiting area office, A sperm bank. You were given a catalog of...donaters; you shivered at the creeper gentleman pictures- you flipped through page after page by no one suited you.

Your heels clicked as your arrived at the front desk, waiting patiently for service before another catalog on the shelf caught your eye.

Trading this for that, You sat back down and explored the new faces. The book revolves around the Eastern hemisphere showing you the prettiest men to grace this green earth.

Chu Buyeon, A long haired military man.

His medical health is fantastic, and his face-he's gorgeous. Maybe him? Yes, his perfect. Somewhat satisfied, You stood to quickly- Shoot!

The thick catalog's binger finally gave way after decades of service, scattering the papers about the ghostly waiting room.

You weren't pleased until every paper was accounted for- Now that, that nightmare is over...

Crunch!

Oops, You missed one.

The paper limped in poor condition thanks to your carelessness. "Shoot!..Excuse me I- step on one of ..the..Jeon Jungkook."

You froze mid-confession to seize the moment to read his information. This? Mr. Jeon was the picture of health as well as looks to boot. Saying any gentleman in this book is just handsome should be seen as a federal offense..

"This is hard." You exhaled.

"You can take the book home-" An uninvited voice startled you off your feet, yet she continued unphased. " The most important decisions take time."

I bet she got that out of a fortune cookie. Ember, The one of the head nurses. Remember her; She actually plays a big role in this story.

Despite the generic quote, You took the odd nurse's offer.

..12:45pm..

They're both amazing.

You've been at this for hours on end; your eyes swapped between two pictures until you felt a headache.

Why is this so hard? I can't believe how difficult this is… He has cute eyes but his nose is adorable.

What the poor heroine fails to realize is the work of crafting a baby, especially without meeting the daddies men. In all honesty, both men were way out of your league; you couldn't physically imagine having a relationship, let alone bearing one's child.

Perhaps it's time for bed. You unwhined for bed, taking a small cup of hot chocolate to your room, not before getting distracted by your darling Christmas tree; this is your first Christmas on your own, and honesty, you loved it.

Despite your current problem, You watched the snow tuck outside in a soft white blanket-You loved the view so much you settled in the living room in a handmade fort with hours of kdramas for entertainment.

Thirty minutes in, Your blinks began lengthier each time until they closed.

A chilly breeze brushed through your clothes. You could have sworn you closed that window instead of your warm living. Your eyes fell on dry grass.

"Huh!?" Now, On your toes. I mean, high heels? You were in business attire...breath! Inhale and exhale...

Where am I? A field...looks like. Okay okay..What do you see? Grass..River...Man? Man! He can help me.

"Hi?...Hey..Hello..I seemed to be lost-"

"Yah!" A gentleman from behind you roared. "What are you doing !? You're in the dead zone! Run towards me!" The man was bolting straight ahead towards clueless you.

Deadzone? And I Haven't run since middle school.

A loud bam from the right knocked you off your feet. Your so-called Savior fired at you and is re-aiming to a clean shot.

The next thing you know, your nose is shoved against sweaty yet sweet-smelling skin. No longer on your own two feet, you were cradled like a newborn, gripping your actual savior's ivory shirt.

You squeezed his bulky shoulders. "There's two now!"

"Fuck! I forgot my gun at camp." Another bam blasted from behind him. This time grazing his side your realize he did it on purpose...It would have hit you.

" Are you okay?!!" You got a groan as a answer, but his strong arms stayed stable until you reached the other side. The gunshots creased after crossing a certain point.

Sticky strains of his hair stuck to his forehead. Your breathing heavier than he is - "You must be cold? Yeah." His breath puffed in the mind-numbing air. "Excuse me." You were shortly forced into his arms for security. "I don't want to drop you." He explained. Yet you didn't find it necessary to be squished against his hard body.  

Count to 10-Wait, why?! I don't know anything to take your mind off his...rippling abs.. that I can feel through his shirt..and biceps the size of my skull, not to mention he hasn't put me down since he saved me-Ahem...

1.

You silently agreed and remained silent until "My name is Chu Buyeon, by the way." He chuckled at your shocked expression. "Wa?..Why that face? You're cute."

Your cheeks warmed at his compliment. 5!

"Chu Buyeeeeon! Chuuuuu Buyeonnnnn!" Worried voices erupted through the base set.

"Shit. Im screwed!" He whispered, finally putting you down for the first time. " Stay out of sight," Buyeon commanded, tying back his long black hair in a bun. " I will be right back and-"He's leaving me here-oh, my good god, His back muscles. 4! No, wait, I passed four, right?

"You're bleeding!" Your cute squeak made him grin.

"It's a scrape. I will be fine; I've been shot several times." He threw your worries over his shoulder. "As I said, Stay out of sight, Kitten."

10! 10! He's-I can't 

And like that, he disappeared into the camp to return several minutes later with a thick blanket.

"I was worried-!" You gasped, being off the ground once again. Do I even weigh anything?

Buyeon wrapped the blanket around your body before lifting you into his arms. "They saw me. Their right behind me. You got to hide." He exclaimed in short breaths.

You pulled the blanket to at least cover his arms. "What about you?"

"I'm fine. I've trained in worse temperatures." Buyeon stressed, tugging the blanket to cover any revealing skin on you. "You, on the other hand, is a different story entirely." He chuckled.

" Chu Buyeon! Your out past curfew. If you were smart, you would get your ass here, now! " The sergeant, out of all people to get busted by Buyeon, can't catch a break tonight. "Private!Chu! Buyeon! Have you gone berserk, Son?!" His heavy boots demolished the twigs and dirt as he stomped closer. "What's your malfunction !"

Buyeon dips his lips beside your ear. "Play dead." feeling your body instantly go limp, He stands, cradling your body. "An Unconscious civilian was found in the dead zone, Sir! "

"Where's your clothes?" The sergeant's voice changed to that of an anxious father. " It's four degrees out here..Give me her and put on actual clothes." You were snatched away to be tossed over the sergeant's shoulder.

...

Why haven't I woken up yet?

"Why were you out!?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I went for a jog, sir!"

"A jog, Huh? And coincidentally, you were there in the nick o f time..Why were you so close to the dead zone anyway? By Yourself, I may add!" The sergeant delivered a clean swipe upside Buyeon's head. "I only have one son!"

"Ais-" He soothed the sore spot. "She could have died if I didn't help her." Buyeon maneuvered around his father's fearful hands to seek refuge by your side.

He let out a sigh in response. "Just be more careful..at least carry your gun for fucksakes!" His father gazes at another problem, You. "You can wake up, missy. You're not fooling anyone. "

You immediately opened your eyes and sat up, bowing your head. "Im sorry for causing so much trouble."

"I'm happy you're alive to apologize. It's a pleasure meeting you, but round call is in -" He flashed his old wristwatch. "3 hours and 15 minutes...so we all should hit the hay." His father kissed your hand, something Buyeon cringed at. "You will sleep in my office-I will have everything set up."

He also added. "I hope you don't mind me saying, but you are gorgeous...I see why my son can't keep his hands to himself." He took note of Buyeon's arms that managed to snake their way around your body to keep near him.

He was busted for the second time tonight. Buyeon fought for his father to believe the only reason he was keeping you close was to share his body heat.

Despite, The blanket is already solving your cold issue.

Chu Buyeon🥰

Owner

A/N: Hello everyone! It’s been a hot minute. Hopefully this new series makes up for everything J I haven’t written hybrid!au stuff before, but I find it really hot so why the fuck not right?

There will be smut in later chapters!

If you’re not into that kind of stuff, then I wouldn’t read this story.

Based sorta on this J-Drama called Kimi Wa Petto, if you wanna check it out its super cute.

Sometimes you wondered if people actually had brains in their heads. Because, a few people in your place of work were seriously making you think otherwise.

 First, it was your intern spilling the offices order of coffee this morning and then leaving early because of an appointment that he so conveniently remembered just as the afternoon droll was rolling around. Then it was a deadline for a project of yours getting pushed up a few weeks, putting more strain on your team then you were willing to force on them, so you took on the majority of the work. Next it was your ex-boyfriend coming by and asking for the keys to your newly single person home as he forgot some of his things in the storage closet in the upstairs office. Honestly, you didn’t really care anymore, although seeing him so nonchalantly walking into your workplace and confirming your co-worker’s suspicions was somewhat humiliating.

 And, to top it all off, you had to work late that night.

 “Are you sure you don’t want to go to dinner with us Miss Y/N?”

 You shook your head and waved dismissively at the woman talking to you.

 “I’m sure, I need to get this done before the night is over or I will be massively backed up when we get back from the weekend, and I really don’t want that to happen,” you said, not even bothering to look up at her.

 You heard someone clear their throat as everyone shuffled out of the room.

 Finally, peace and quiet.

 The office had a sort of calmness that it didn’t have during the day at this time of night. No other souls were in the building, besides the security guards and you were free to work in peace. Sometimes you purposefully stayed late because then you could work more efficiently than when there were about twenty people in the office.

 Although, this meant another night of sleep deprivation.

 But, you weren’t really one to sleep restfully in the first place.

 The minutes drew into hours and those hours started to stack scarily high.

It was around 3:00 in the morning when you finally pushed away from your desk and started to clean up.

 You had finished the organizing of the files and also got a head start on the presentation. Mild inconvenience now will make your life ten times easier in the future.

 The wheels on your chair squeaked as you stood up and stretched, finally feeling the blood making its way around your body. You rubbed your tired eyes and then noticed your phone was ringing.

 Who the hell would be calling you at this hour? Never the less, it could be someone from overseas calling not being aware that they were being a massive dick. The idea of more work strained your brain, however, you picked it up.

 “Hello? This is Y/N,” you said in your calm and level voice.

 Your mother’s screeching voice echoed through the phone. “Hello darling! How are you? What are you up to?”

 Without thinking about it, you instinctively pulled the phone away from your ear to prevent going deaf, before carefully hovering it near your ear so you could actually hear what she had to say. Not that you cared much.

 “Hi, mom… Why are you calling so early?”

 A gasp sounded through the phone.

 “I’m so sorry darling! Did I wake you? I forgot I was in Paris for a minute there… Anyways, I wanted to confirm something with you.”

 Of course she forgot she was in Paris. Probably one of the most extravagant cities in the world and renowned for being the city of love. But of course, it’s easy to forgot you’re there sometimes. Understandable.

 “What is that?”

 “I remember you gushing about your boyfriend, and I realized I’d never met him! I would love to do so, probably this weekend. I’ll come over for tea and see if I approve of this man in your life. Sorry to wake you, I’ll get going now! Au revoir!”

 And with that, the line cut off.

 It was very common for your mother to randomly invite herself into your home and cause havoc in your life. She’d told off multiple partners in your life that they weren’t good enough for you, in front of their faces. And of course, no one wants an in-law that’s over bearing anyways. No to mention a complete bitch on top of that.

 But, you guess that if you got her favorite tea and made sure that your boyfriend-

 Oh fuck.

 That’s right.

 The dick had dumped you after getting another chick pregnant. He had kept up the façade for two months, secretly meeting with her and helping her through her morning sickness while you woke up to an empty bed and confusion.

 And now, your mother was coming over. Expecting to meet your boyfriend that you had been ‘gushing’ about. When in reality, you only had told her you were serious about this man. She probably didn’t even remember his name.

 “Noona? What are you still doing here?” A tired voice came through the air.

 Taehyung, a new security guard in your building approached you. He’d brought you some snacks one night and you both had bonded over stale Cheetos and cheap beer. He was a good person and not that much younger than you. Just a year. He had a superior named Namjoon that was the head of security in your building and he was just as kind, just a bit stricter.

 “Nothing, just busy with work. Paper work and all that shit. Just about to head home though,” you said, grabbing your bag and hauling it over your shoulder.

 “Oh, want me to walk you out?” He asked, gesturing towards the door in a ridiculously lavish fashion.

 “Sure, sounds good. We haven’t spoken in a while,” you said, heading towards the door with him.

 The two of you were chatting on the ride down the elevator and exchanged a few jokes and yawns before the ding of the elevator bell brought you out of your tired state.

 “Well, I’m off to protect all your important files,” he said, getting ready to hit the button to go up.

  Then, a stupid idea wormed its way into your head.

 “Hey! Wait!” Taehyung jolted and stopped, jumping out of the elevator before it shut.

 “Um, yes, Noona?”

 “Want to be my boyfriend?”

 You asked, before thinking about your wording too carefully.

 Taehyung turned a bright pink color before choking on air and starting to cough.

 “Oh!”

 You rushed over and patted him on the back, hoping to help calm his fit.

 When he finally got the air back in his lungs he looked up at you with surprise written all over his features.

 “I thought it was my job to ask you out?”

 You scoffed before shaking your head.

 “That’s a sexist statement Taehyung. But, I meant my fake boyfriend. My mom is coming over for tea this weekend and my ex had to go knock another girl up. So, I kind of need a stand in,” you said, wringing your hands together.

 “Ah, I was wondering why you would be asking me out so suddenly. And, sorry that happened, your ex is a complete dick who doesn’t know what he gave up. But, I don’t think my girlfriend would appreciate it very much,” he said with a cute little blush dusting his features.

 Guilt rushed through your system. How could you ask Taehyung to do that? He was so sweet and asking him to lie because your mother is incredibly pushy isn’t right.

 “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I hope I didn’t just make things incredibly awkward,” you rushed, hoping to God he wasn’t mad.

 You heard a little giggle that lifted your spirits and Taehyung placed his hand on your shoulder.

 “I’m actually flattered that you asked me, but, like I said. I don’t think my girlfriend would bite, although I could always ask, wouldn’t kill me to do so,” he said, reaching for his phone. You stopped him quickly.

 “No, that’s fine. I should just tell her that he broke up with me and take the heat.”

 The idea displeased you greatly, due to the fact that you would never hear the end of it. ‘Why did he leave you?’ ‘If you were doing everything that I did as a wife this would’ve never happened!’

 Now you knew why dad had died so early.

 You were starting to like the idea more and more yourself.

 Taehyung gave you a sad smile before heading towards the elevator again.

 “Well, I better get back to work, Namjoon-Hyung with probably already kick my butt for being out this long anyways. Wish me luck,” he said as the door shut.

 “Yeah, good luck…”

  The night air bit at your skin as the tendrils of winter started to wrap around the city. The sounds of police sirens and cars honking as you walked filled the suffocating silence that awaited you at your door step.

 The walk gave you plenty time to devise a plan however.

 Loads of ideas had come up in your mind.

 You could tell your mother that he simply had to work. But then you would have to explain to her where he worked and then she would insist on taking him a lunch or something of the like.

 Bad plan.

 There was always the classic, ‘Oh, he was feeling a little under the weather today and didn’t want to give it to us. How considerate is he?’ Although, then she would say you could prepare a meal for him and go nurse him back to health! He’d definitely have to marry you then, certainly!

 Bad plan.

 Then, if worst came to worst, you told her the truth. Which then would result in endless amounts of complaints of travelling all the way to your crummy apartment, that actually wasn’t that bad, just to be disappointed, like usual. Why couldn’t you keep a man? Was it that hard to just keep your mouth shut and please them? Is she ever going to get the grandchildren she so endlessly wants to spoil?

 Bad plan.

 You knew your mother wasn’t completely heartless. But, she was pretty self-centered and didn’t really care about much more than fancy material items and her own reflection.

 That and every nook and cranny of your life.

 Ever since you were born your life had been dictated by her and what she wanted for you. You hadn’t even gotten to choose what figure inspired you the most for an essay you wrote. She had to pick that too.

 However, since moving out, you had gotten a sweet taste of freedom from her and it was everything you could’ve hoped for and more.

 And now that you have it, you were going to do everything you could to keep it. Even if that meant lying straight to her face.

 Your apartment building came into view and you were heading towards the door when the sound of someone running up the street caught your attention. You turned to look and noticed a tall man running towards you.

 He was scratched up and looked a little worse for wear. He was also sporting a black eye that didn’t look good either. Fear flooded your system as you started reaching for the door, keeping your eyes on him.

 The door clicked and relief washed over you like a tidal wave. Until you felt someone’s hand on your shoulder.

 “Think you could help me?”

 His voice was thick as honey and it was strained. He was panting heavily, and it sounded a little off.

 You turned and almost screamed at the person in front of you. Or, if it was even a person.

 It was a boy with normal male features, but with two ears sticking straight up out of his head. He must’ve been one of those furry people who dress up like animals and get busy with each other.

 Weird, but you weren’t one to judge people.

 Not too often, anyways.

 But, at 4:00 in the morning outside your apartment building you were feeling rather judgmental. Especially towards some stranger with dog ears.

 “What?”

 “Can you be my owner?”

 Confusion was the only emotion you felt at the moment.

 “Your owner?” You thought about it for a moment and realized it must’ve been some sort of roleplay thing. “Sorry, I’m not really into this sort of thing and we don’t know each other so-”

 “THERE HE IS!” A random man shouted from the end of the street and the sound of feet clambering up towards you was loud in your ears.

 “Shit! Please, be my owner and I’ll do anything you want. Absolutely anything, please, just pretend to be my owner,” he begged.

 You looked into his eyes and saw genuine fear. Your heart lurched as he looked petrified.

 “Anything?” You cocked your eyebrow, and watched as he nodded frantically.

 “Anything.” He confirmed for you.

 Finally, the men approached you. They were all middle aged, and unhealthily large at that. They were huffing and puffing as they came towards you and whoever the man next to you was.

 “You need to come with us, pooch,” one of the said, when he wasn’t wheezing that was.

 One of them pulled out an inhaler and then proceeded to head towards the man next to you. You blocked them with a movement of your hand. They looked at you confused until you pushed the man behind you and stepped forward, crossing your arms in front of you and putting on your best face.

 Time to put on a show.

 “What’s the meaning of this?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and scanning the men in front of you.

 “He’s an unregistered hybrid who’s been reported of indecent exposure. We need to take him in,” he said.

 “And who might you be?” You question, walking towards them with an intimidating glare. The men backed off slightly and stood up a little straighter, trying to save the pride they were losing.

 “We’re dog catchers. This hybrid needs to come with us,” he said, reaching for the man behind you again.

 You reached out and grabbed his wrist, stopping anymore forward movement.

 “I think you’ll find that he doesn’t need to come with you. He’s mine, and I you can’t just take something that belongs to me.”

 The men looked at you with shocked expressions.

 “W-We weren’t aware that he had an owner, he has no collar or I.D on him.”

 “Too much of a hassle, didn’t care for it, he behaves well enough. But apparently I need to be more stern with him, thank you for chasing him back home.” You said, starting to head towards the door.

 “Wait! You need to fill out registration papers for him!”

 You turned on your heel.

 “My name is Y/F/N Y/L/N and his name is Jungkook, figure out the rest for yourselves. If I see you around here again I will call the police for harassment. I think we’re done here, come on Jungkook,” you said, walking towards the door.

 He followed you without a word and the men were left there without a word.

  You walked up to your apartment in silence. This hybrid gentleman hadn’t said anything since he had confirmed he would do anything for your assistance and you weren’t sure if he was planning on speaking anytime soon.

 When you entered the apartment he stayed outside the door, seemingly tentative towards the new space.

 “You can come in,” you said, looking at him.

 He walked in slowly before shutting the door behind you.

 It was silent for a few moments before he seemed to gather himself to speak.

 “Thank you for your help,” he said, looking down at his hands.

 “I didn’t do it for free you know,” you said, placing your hands on your hips.

 “Ah, that’s right, what did you want? I’m assuming the usual thing, am I right?” He said, walking towards you.

 “The usual what-”

 You were cut off with warm lips against your own. You were shocked before you finally got your bearings and shoved him off of you and slapping him across the face.

 He stood still and held his cheek, moderately stunned.

 “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You growled, ready to beat his ass if need be.

 He was frozen.

 “I-I’m sorry, I thought… The usual thing that people want from us hybrids is sex, it was my fault I’m sorry…”

 Guilt raised in your stomach as you watched him recover from the shock. He seemed far to used to getting hit for your liking.

 “Come here,” you said, walking over to the kitchen and grabbed a bag of ice out of the freezer and handed it to him.

 He slowly placed it on his eye and draped it down his cheek.

 “I’m sorry.”

 He shook his head.

 “It was my fault for assuming. I shouldn’t have pounced on you like that, I’m sorry,” he said once again.

 “Do you have a name?”

 You asked, looking at the rest of his wounds.

 “Jungkook?” He questioned.

 “Is that really your name?”

 “I don’t know; I’ve never had one before. It’s generally just been Hybrid #233418, for as long as I’ve been alive.”

 You felt sick. Only being known as a number, no one caring enough to give you a name. An identity to call your own.

 It was wrong and dehumanizing.

 “Do you like the name Jungkook? You can keep it or change it, I’ll call you whatever you like,” you said, walking over to the fridge for a couple bottles of water.

 “Since my owner gave me the name, I’ll keep it. Does it suit me you think?”

 You turned around and handed him a water.

 “Your owner? You mean me? I’m not your owner,” you said, setting him straight.

 “But you are, you agreed to be my owner and told the dog catchers your name,” he remembered, grabbing the bottle of water and chugging it down with gusto.

 “How do you know that was my real name?”

 He set down the bottle of water, which was now almost empty, before looking at you intently.

 “You don’t look like the kind of person that is good at lying. That’s why I trust you,” he said, giving you a cute little smile.

 “Okay, what are hybrids? I’ve never seen anyone with ears like that…” You said, staring at them with curiosity.

 Jungkook seemed to notice this and they flattened on his head slightly.

 “Hybrids? You don’t know anything about the sex industry do you?” You shook your head dumbly. “We were made for sexual purposes. Since we’re not technically human, it’s not considered prostitution. Although, some of us are bought for companions and arm candy for those in higher in society. Sometimes we’re bought as pets. But, generally, we’re a good fuck for people who can’t get any from their significant other,” he explained.

 “So that’s why you kissed me…” you said, fitting the pieces together in your mind.

 “Yes, I thought you were aware of us, but apparently I can’t assume anything with you,” he chuckled afterwards, rubbing his cheek.

 “Why were those dog catchers after you?”

 He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

 “It’s a long story. And honestly, I’m too tired to remember most of it. Basically, I was sick of fucking people every day, and for a male hybrid that’s saying something. I was tired of being treating like a piece of meat, like I didn’t matter. So I bolted one night when my client was asleep. Been on the run ever since,” he said.

 “And what was all of that about indecent exposure,” you questioned, raising an eyebrow.

 He blushed slightly and cleared his throat.

 “Well, just because I didn’t want to be prostituted doesn’t mean that I object to sex when it’s offered…”

 “I don’t see what that has to do with indecent exposure,” you said, giving him a look.

 “I was chased out of a very angry man’s house after sleeping with his daughter,” he said, leaning forward on the counter.

 “Good for you.”

 He laughed and the sound was almost heavenly. The longer you looked at him, you couldn’t imagine that he was ever in any kind of hardship. He had a twinkle in his eyes that just screamed trouble, and you were interested.

 “So, if you don’t want me for my skills in the bedroom-”

 You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

 “Please,” you laughed before drinking more of your water.

 Jungkook took the bait.

 “I was the most paid for hybrid since I turned legal. I don’t disappoint,” he whispered lowly, trying to be seductive.

 “Cute pup, but not going to work on me,” you said before pushing him back.

 “Fair enough, you’re a tough woman, I’ll give you that. However, that doesn’t answer the question. What do you want me for?”

 You thought it over for a few moments then looked him dead in the eye.

 “Jungkook, I need you to be my fake boyfriend.”

Owner - Part II

You couldn’t believe you’d said it.

 Reality was settling in very quickly. You’d taken in a hybrid boy that was no doubt younger than you. He’d told you his rough beginnings and how he was used to being taken advantage of, and here you were, taking advantage of him and his situation.

 Guilt washed over you, however Jungkook didn’t seem nearly as effected as you were.

 “How long for?”

 You thought about it.

“Maybe three months or so? Just to get my mother off my tail until her next vacation.”

 He nodded thoughtfully.

 “What does she know about your boyfriend so far?”

 “Just that he exists,” you said, placing your head on your hand.

 Jungkook nodded and leaned back against your counter, crossing his arms comfortably.

 “Makes my job a lot easier then,” he stated. “Although, if you don’t mind my asking, why do you need a pretend boyfriend in the first place. You’re not unattractive, so, what’s the deal?”

 “Your flattery is noted, but, honestly? My ex cheated on me. Got another girl knocked up and he left me to deal with his mess. Never seen the fucker look so happy,” you growled, clenching the water bottle in your hands.

 Jungkook seemed to notice your unease as he started to tense.

 “Sorry to hear that,” he said awkwardly, shuffling around, not focusing on you.

 “It’s done and over with now, not much I can do about it. He seems happier anyways,” you stated, ready to get off the topic of your ex.

 You walked over and approached him, looking at his injuries in a better light.

 “We need to clean these up, I don’t want them getting infected,” you mentioned, heading towards the bathroom. Jungkook followed you quickly, looking for an excuse to stay longer.

 You had him get on the kitchen counter and you got between his legs. You began to clean up the more minute cuts that didn’t need that much attention before going towards the larger ones. Jungkook sat quietly, only flinching a few times when you touched a bruise or swiped a cut with fresh alcohol.

 Seeing someone like this hurt you normally, but seeing someone who had a tough life to begin with being beaten up in such a manner didn’t sit well with you. You wanted to protect him, something very unlike you in the first place. You weren’t a protector; you were a coaster. Coasting through life and trying to make it mean something, or not, you didn’t really care anymore. Too many people had taken advantage of you in your life for you to care anymore.

 However, Jungkook was younger than you. It was plain as day in his eyes. And there was something to be said about the innocence and ignorance of youth.

 You finished cleaning up the rest of his injuries and started putting things away. Jungkook remained sat on the counter and silent, almost as if he was afraid to say anything else.

 “Where are you staying?”

 You asked to break the awkward silence that was almost suffocating you.

 When he didn’t respond you looked back at him and noticed he was looking down at the bandage on his hand with a distant look on his face. You approached him slowly and snapped your fingers in front of his eyes. Jungkook quickly looked up and around, almost as if he had forgotten where he was for a moment, but then he found your face and seemingly relaxed.

 “I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention, what did you say?”

 You cleared your throat, “I asked where you were staying.”

 Jungkook sighed and hopped off the counter, you were surprised how close you were in height. Your ex was shorter than you, most of them were, but Jungkook probably stood a few inches higher than yourself.

 “Currently? A bench, maybe a motel if I can scrape the money together in time to go in for a few nights or so. But generally I sleep wherever I happen to pass out. I’ll get woken up by somebody tapping me on the leg and handing me a few dollars to get myself something to eat. These good looks do get me something at least,” he smiled.

 How could someone who was homeless be smiling like that? Sleeping on a bench or some shitty motel for a week? What the fuck kind of life was that?

 “How about a deal then?”

 This seemed to pique his interest.

“What kind of deal,” he pressed, leaning forward on the counter that separated the two of you.

 “You be my fake boyfriend, don’t get into any trouble and behave around here, you can stay,” you said, placing your hand on your hip, letting him reason with the offer.

 Jungkook was silent for a few moments.

 “Do you mean that I get to live here, with you if I pretend to be your boyfriend?”

 You nodded.

 “If you impress my mom this weekend then you can stay,” you said. Jungkook’s butt started to move rather quickly. You took notice. “Um, what’s that?”

 You pointed towards Jungkook’s behind. He turned and looked down and flushed slightly.

 “Sorry, it happens when I get excited…”

 He reached around and grabbed onto something.

 That something just happened to be a tail.

 “Oh my God, you’re kidding me,” you said, walking over to look at the appendage.

 “Well, what did you think? A hybrid just had the ears. No no, we have all sorts of things in common with dogs. I can smell super well, and I’m pretty strong as well. Not to mention endurance,” he winked. You simply rolled your eyes and listened to him go on. “Can’t eat a lot of chocolate either… It makes me sick. Other than that, I’m just like your average human-oh…”

 At some point in the middle of him talking about himself you had focused on his tail. You wondered if it felt soft. It certainly looked like it did. So, you reached out and placed your hand on it.

 The fur there was silky smooth and so soft. It was like petting a fur rug! You smiled and continued to rub along his tail, slowly moving your fingers through the tendrils of fur.

 Jungkook was silent. You were curious as to why he shut up, you were imagining he wasn’t going to be the silent kind of person when he started chatting.

 “Are you going to continue?”

 You asked, wondering why he finally had become quiet.

 “M-My tai-l… F-Feels good,” he groaned, resting his head on his forearms against the counters, you saw his hips rutting slightly towards the wood of your island. It was then you noticed that he was whimpering. You thought maybe you were hurting him, but he just said it felt good.

 Confusion swirled in your mind as you slowly kept running your fingers along his tail.

 “If you k-keep doing that, I won’t b-be-ah! Be able to control mys-self,” he said, shaking ever so slightly.

 “What do you mean?”

 You turned and you saw his eyes filled with lust.

 “It means I might fuck you right against this counter,” he growled.

 You yanked your hand away from his tail like it was on fire.

 “Yeah, let’s avoid that happening like the plague,” you said, putting your hands behind your back awkwardly. Jungkook simply rested his head on the counter and tried to calm himself down.

 Not knowing what to do you simply stood there, waiting for him to say something.

 If he had the ability to speak, that is.

 “Fuck,” he groaned, rubbing his temples.

 “What is it?” you asked, approaching him.

 “I’m still hard as a rock,” he said, keeping his hips towards the counter. You tried to keep your face neutral, but it was hard to do so.

 “Um, well, do you want to uh, use my shower? I’m sure a cold shower would help,” you said. Jungkook nodded and went to walk past you. You accidentally collided with his front as you both went in the same direction at the same time.

 And boom.

 It happened.

 You kneed him in the nuts.

 “Oh my fuck!”

 He shouted, falling to the ground holding his now shrinking hard on as he went down.

“Jungkook!”

 You shouted, quickly crouching down to see if he was alright. You placed your hands on his shoulders and tried to assess the damage you had caused.

 “Oh my God, you literally are going to kill me,” he coughed, tears in his eyes.

 “I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you,” you said, rubbing his shoulder.

 After a few minutes of breathing and trying to not throw up, Jungkook was feeling like himself again.

 Guilt washed over you again during that night. It was becoming to feel like an old friend in Jungkook’s presence. You watched over him as he seemed to recover, getting him a glass of water to help with the pain.

 “Are you feeling a little bit better?” You asked, rubbing his shoulder.

 “I think so, my God, if that’s what you’re like in the bedroom I’m going to have to pass,” he said, holding himself still in a protective manner.

 You rolled your eyes and concluded that if he was feeling well enough to sass you, then he must be fine.

 “You can still use the shower if you need to,” you said, standing up.

“Trust me, there’s no longer a need for that.”

 You stifled your laugh at his sour tone. However, you remained neutral in the situation and tried your best to keep from embarrassing or injuring him any further.

 “There’s a room down the hall if you want it. I normally use it for whenever my mom comes over, but, she hardly stays the night, so… If you want it, it’s yours,” you said, finally getting off your heels from the day.

 A thumping sound echoed throughout the house.

 You turned to see Jungkook’s tail thumping on the ground excitedly as he peered down the hall, examining what would be his own space.

 “Really? I’ve never had my own room before,” he said, cocking his head to the side.

 A bad taste lingered in your mouth at how he was so accustomed to being a second class citizen.

 “Are you hungry?” You asked, setting a pot on the stove, conceding that you probably weren’t going to get any sleep tonight.

 “Yes!”

 He slowly pulled himself to his feet, seeing how badly his business was damaged. Jungkook strolled over and looked over your shoulder to see you making some ramen. You could feel air rushing over your legs and you noticed yet again that his tail was wagging.

 “Are you going to control that thing or do I have to grab it again?”

 He winced at the thought.

 “That might be the most painful boner I will ever experience, but if you want to touch it I’m not going to stop you,” he said, playfully.

 The room settled into silence, and you would have forgotten he was there if not for the air chilling your legs under your skirt.

  “Have you ever had a girlfriend before Jungkook?” You asked as the two of you were sat at the dinner table.

 It was cute to watch him hoover down something so enthusiastically. You weren’t sure when he ate last, but he was acting as if it had been forever. Even if it was something as simple as ramen.

 Jungkook slurped up some more noodles before answering you. With a full mouth.

 “Nope, but I’ve fucked plenty of women so, what else is there to know?” he asked, looking up at you with broth dribbling down his face. It was like looking after a child, almost. Except this child was mouthy and perverted.

 And undeniably attractive.

 You reached forward with a cloth and wiped his chin, not being able to help your obsessive nature for cleanliness.

 “There’s a lot more to dating than having sex, Jungkook. There’s dates that you go on, sweet things you do to show your love for one another and things of the like. You need to know the person inside and out. And not in the weird way I know you’re thinking of,” you reprimanded.

 He snorted and finished his third bowl of ramen for the night. Or, should you say, early morning.

 “So, what kind of woman is your mom?” he asked, nursing a glass of water you had given him.

 “She’s kind enough, not particularly rude. She’s used to getting what she wants and doing next to anything to achieve that. I hardly had a say in what I did while growing up, but I know she only did it because she wanted what’s best for me, although I’ve never really forgiven her for that,” Jungkook nodded thoughtfully while you continued. “She enjoys the fancier things and being impressed. Manners are a must around her. She loves seeing someone who is infatuated with me, because then she knows that I am being cared for. Although, make no mistake, my mother is no fool. You don’t get to where she is by being an idiot, so tread lightly,” you said, placing your hands on a coffee mug that sat in front of you, staving off the exhaustion that was creeping into your bones.

 “Do I have to hide the fact that I’m a hybrid?”

 You shook your head.

 “My mother isn’t one to judge on appearances in people, only places. If there’s one thing about my mother I will commend her on, it’s that she isn’t racist,” you said, sipping the scalding liquid with mild interest.

 “Cool,” he answered. “So, how long have we been together?”

 “Seven months,” you responded with, trying to remember how long you and your ex had been together before he went and ruined it all.

 “That’s a long time,” he said off-handedly. You weren’t sure if it was or not, but, you decided that it was indeed a long time. You forgot how much time you actually spent with your ex… How long he had been in your life for.

 “It sure is…”

  You woke up the next afternoon in your bed sweating bullets.

 Honestly, it was stifling in the room.

 You moved to get up, but felt yourself unable to move. Panic settled underneath your skin as you started to thrash and push away from whatever was holding you down.

 “Aish, would you quit moving?”

 A voice from behind you made your whole body go still. It was then you realized what was keeping you on the bed. An arm, wrapped securely around your waist. You turned to see Jungkook, nestled into your bed happily.

 SMACK.

 THUD.

 Jungkook yelped as he hit the floor. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his head in muttled confusion.

“What the fuck?” he asked, slowly waking up.

 “That’s what I should be asking! What the fuck do you think you’re doing sleeping in my bed, with me!” You shouted, holding the pillow up as a weapon.

 “You fell asleep at the table this morning so I brought you in here. I was so tired from everything I must’ve fallen asleep next to you, Jesus Christ, do you have a kink for hurting people?” he accused, standing up.

 You looked down and saw that all of your clothing was still on and so were his.

 “Well, I hope you slept enough because today is the day it starts,” you said, getting out of bed and walking around to help pull him off the ground.

 “The day what starts?” he asked, looking into your eyes with curiosity.

 “Boyfriend training.”

Owner - Part III

Jungkook looked at you with a funny sort of grimace on his face.

 “Why do I need training, I know what dating is,” he said indignantly. You gave him a soft smile, but looked at him directly.

 “My mother will destroy you before you even walk up to say hello, we need to make sure she has nothing to complain about,” you said. Jungkook gave a sour expression. But, put his hands up in compliance You nodded and walked up to him, looking at his dirty clothing. You turned up your nose at the way he smelled. “You seriously need a bath. How can you stand to smell like that?” you announced, holding you hand to your nose dramatically. Jungkook scoofed and looked at you with prideful eyes.

 “It’s my natural musk, the ladies go crazy for it,” he said with his chest puffed out. It was your turn to scoff now.

 “If your natural musk smells like that you’ll be lucky to get me in the same room as you,” you said. Jungkook’s eyes darkened.

 “I love a challenge babe,” he said. Without warning you pulled a water bottle off the counter and sprayed him swuare in the face. Jungkook yelped and sputtered in response to your attack. A smile spread across your face as you watched him flail. “What the fuck!?” he asked after the initial shock of the situation had worn off.

 “Anytime you make a mistake or do something my mother wouldn’t like, you get sprayed,” you said with a happy smile on your face.

 “You’re a freakin’ sadist!” he exclaimed wiping at his face with displeasure.

 “Shall we start? Or does that bench look more appealing now?” you teased. Jungkook shook his head and sat down at the table. “First things first,” you started, sitting down as well. “You need to know everything about me,” you stated. Jungkook nodded in agreement before setting his hands down on the table.

 “Like what?” he asked.

 “You need to know my favorite things, like food, tv shows colors,” you started bringing out a notebook with your likes and dislikes scribbled down. Jungkook eyed the book like it was his enemy, but remained silent otherwise. “My favorite color is the same blue as the lake near my childhood home,” you started.

 “That’s oddly specific. Sure you aren’t trying to sabotage me?” he questioned.

 “You catch on fast, but, that is my favorite color,” you confirmed. Jungkook sighed and put his feet up on the chair next to him. You quickly lifted the spray bottle and nailed him right in the shoulder. Jungkook jumped and his feet landed directly on the floor. A triumphant grin crept across your face.

 “What did I do? I didn’t even say anything that time!” he yelled in frustration.

 “Don’t put your feet on the furniture, it’s rude,” you chastised without lifting your eyes from the book in front of you. Jungkook huffed and pulled at his damp shirt, exasperated by your idea of ‘training’.

 “This is horseshit.”

 Another spray.

 “Really?” he asked, his fringe now damp from all the moisture in his hair.

 “Swearing is rude in the presence of a lady,” you said, again, without looking up.

 “Maybe that bench wasn’t so bad…”

 You couldn’t help the soft giggle that fell from your lips. He kept his feet off the furniture as you continued down your list. He was a fast learner; you’d give him that. He listened as you went throughout your booklet and kept the information flowing. However, you wouldn’t miss those snide remarks and soft comments that he tried to keep to himself.

 Spray.

 “Come on! I definitely didn’t say anything that time!” he shouted. You shrugged and kept your eyes trained downwards.

 “Warning shot,” you said.

 “Warning shots aren’t supposed to hit the person you’re warning,” he complained.

 “Must’ve missed that part,” you announced. “Now, onto medical knowledge,” you said, grabbing some pills and what not and placing them before Jungkook. He eyed them with curiosity.

 “Why do I need to know your medical background?” he said in a whining tone. “Can’t we be done with training for today?”

 “Incase an emergency happens and my mom is around It’s look good for you to swoop in and save the day. Plus, if you’re living with me for three months, I think you have a right to know. What if something happens and I need your help?” you said, giving him a glance. Jungkook nodded, acknowledging your statement. You gathered up your medical records and handed them over. “I’m known to work myself sick, if you notice any of these symptoms, please get me to a hospital,” you said. Jungkook, surprisingly, took his time and read through the signs and causes carefully. “Also,” you remembered. “I’m sure we won’t encounter this, but might as well mention it anyways. I am deathly allergic to mangos.”

 Jungkook snorted.

 “What did the poor tropical fruit ever do to you?” he said. “Do you have any Benadryl or anything like that on hand just in case?”

 You shook your head. “I’ve kept it away from myself for years. So I don’t see the need,” you reasoned. Jungkook nodded and looked at the rest of your medications. He blushed when he came across birth control, but he quickly moved on.

 “Can you make me copies of theses?” he asked in such an innocent tone it made your heart jump slightly. You quickly regained control of your emotions with a clear of your throat.

 “Sure, I’ll do it at work on Monday,” you said, taking the papers back from him. Jungkook stretched, making his back make a grotesque popping sound. You cringed slightly, but forged ahead. So, anything I should know about you? Any oddly specific allergies?” Jungkook leaned forwards on the table. There was an intense gaze in his eyes and you briefly felt your heart rate increase.

 “I really don’t like spinach, haven’t ever since I was young,” he started. “No allergies I can think of. Not going to die if you feed me anything. I like going on walks. And, as clichéd as it sounds, I fucking hate cats. So please, keep them as far away from me as possible.” You were rushing to write these things down. Although, Jungkook kept prattling on. “There’s one medical thing, I guess if you could call it medical. Hybrids have these things called heat cycles. Once every three to four years we have roughly around a week where we’re incredibly horny. Just so you know, since I’m male, they happen more frequently. About every two years, and I didn’t go into heat last year…”

 You flushed at the statement. “So what does that mean?” you asked, playing coy. Jungkook didn’t seem to want to join in your game.

 “It means exactly what I hid in between the lines for you to find. However, since you want to play innocent, I’ll bite. It means that at one point this year I’ll have to leave and have a massive fuckfest. Either that or you could help me out,” he said, raising his eyebrows comically. You reached for the spray bottle and Jungkook lifted his hands in defeat. “Sorry, never mind. But anyways, I can generally feel when I’m about to go into heat so, I’ll be sure to give you a heads up.”

 You nodded and made a note in your book. “So what are things you do like? Besides walks?” you asked, readying your pen. Jungkook thought for a moment.

 “Well, I like meat. Any kind really. Watching movies, generally actions flicks. But under the right persuasion I’ll watch just about anything.” Jungkook continued naming all sorts of random things. Sometimes making you laugh, other times earning him yet another spritz. Although, you had to admit, he was very funny.

 Finally, Jungkook’s plethora of information came to an end. You nodded at the notebook, covered in your scrawl, You stood up, Jungkook followed suit.

 “Come on,” you said, heading towards the bathroom. Jungkook trotted after you, curiosity burned him as he followed you.

 “What are you doing?” he asked, peaking his head in the bathroom door.

 “Drawing you a bath, you stink,” you said, grabbing your bubble bath and throwing it in the tub. Jungkook eyed you.

 “Is this code for something?” he asked, walking inside the room.

 “I wish I had brought that spray bottle with me,” you breathed. Not waiting for you to leave or anything of the like, he began to strip. You shrieked and covered your eyes before turning your back to the man.

 Once you heard the splashing of water, you risked the glance. Jungkook was inside, his head almost fully submerged in the warm water. Thankfully there were so many bubbles, your eyes were safe from any surprises.

 “Ah! This feels amazing! The last time I had a bubble bath had to have been when I was a pup!”

 You watched as he enjoyed the water. You grabbed some of your favorite male scents that you had collected over the years. Jungkook saw you approaching and he looked at the bottles in your hands with interest.

 “What are those for?” he asked.

 “To make you smell nice so you don’t offend anyone when we go shopping later,” you said grabbing the shampoo and pouring a decent amount into your hand before lathering it and applying it to his head. Jungkook turned and your nearly got soap in his eye from the fast movement.

 “What are you doing?” I can do it myself,” he said, giving you an odd look. You flushed and awkwardly stood up.

 “Sorry, it’s a habit… Mom used to want me to wash her hair while she relaxed,” you said, heading towards the door. Jungkook seemed unfazed, however, while you tried to keep your composure.

 “Why are you leaving?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. You froze just before the threshold to your freedom. Your turned slowly and directed your gaze at his head.

 “Because you’re in the tub?” you said, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.

 “That doesn’t mean you have to leave,” he said, send you a little wink. You shot him a glare that you hoped didn’t look ridiculous before getting ready to storm out. Unfortunately, you hadn’t realized how wet the floor was before you had started to move faster.

 “Y/N, slow down!” Jungkook shouted. But the warning didn’t slow your fall. A sickening ‘smack’ resonated throughout the room before you slowly faded into blackness…

  “Y/N! Y/N! Hey, can you hear me?” Jungkook’s worried voice filled your ears. Your head hurt and it was hard to see straight.

 “Ow…” you groaned, placing your hand on your head. Jungkook exhaled in relief at the sound of you speaking.

 “Christ, didn’t anyone ever teach you not to run on a wet floor? You scared the shit outta me!” he said, pulling you into an awkwardly damp hug. It didn’t register in your mind quite yet that he was naked.

 “Sorry,” you said, unable to really father your thoughts.

 “I’m just glad you aren’t dead!” he said.

 Suddenly, you heard the door in your apartment opening.

 “Y/N! I’m here early! I thought we could go to that little café around the corner for some tea and you can tell me all about your boyfriend before I meet him,” your mother’s shrill voice sounded from the hall. You glanced at Jungkook’s state of undress and quickly averted your eyes. Jungkook’s eyes widened and both of you look at the other and whispered…

 “Fuck…”

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Hello Hello! Here’s the next part of owner! It took a while, but I’m glad it’s out there for you all to enjoy!

Panic enveloped your being. Jungkook stood up and scrambled to shut the bathroom door, almost falling and killing himself in the process.

“Y/N? Are you home?” your mother’s voice echoed through the halls. You were trying to get to your feet without slipping and smacking your head again.

“Y-yes! I’m in the restroom, give me a minute,” you yelped. You rushed and threw a towel at a very naked Jungkook. He pulled the towel around his waist and covered himself.

“Does she just barge in like this usually?” he whispered, exasperated.

“Well, normally I’m alone so it doesn’t matter,” you answered, rushing to wipe down the floor.

“What do I do?” he asked, looking at himself in just a towel.

“We’ve been dating a while, she’ll think it’s normal, just stay here,” you said going to the door. You glanced back to see Jungkook’s lean and toned back on display for you. You shook your head and hurried out of the room.

When you made it to the living room your mother was sat on the couch, looking through her day book. She lifted her head and smiled; standing to give you a hug.

“There’s my lovely daughter,” she said, squeezing tightly. You sighed and hugged back, knowing she wouldn’t let go until you did. However, it was nice to see your mom again after a long time of being apart. As much of a pain as she is, you loved her nonetheless.

“Hi, mom,” you said, releasing your hold on her. She gave a big grin as she looked you over. However, confused flitted across her face as she took notice of the wet marks on your clothing.

“Why are you wet, darling?” she asked, pulling at the fabric curiously.

You thought of a lie quickly.

“Jungkook just got out of the shower and wanted a hug so, I got a little damp,” you laughed, trying not to look too nervous.

“Jungkook?” she asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“My boyfriend, the one I’ve been living with for the past two months,” you clarified. Her eyes widened and she tried to find her words.

“He lives here, with you? But you’ve only been dating a few months,” she said, her face clearly displeased.

“It’ll be eight months next week mom,” you said, pushing your hair back off your face.

“Y/N, I think I got soap in my eye,” Jungkook said, walking out rubbing his eye. Your mother gasped.

“He has ears!” she yelped. Jungkook looked at you with raised eyebrows.

“Most people do mom,” you said.

“But they’re dog ears!”

“He’s a hybrid mom. They’re part human, part animal,” you said, explaining the ears. She walked up and looked at him closely. Closely, your mom looked at him with her lazer vision.

“What do you do for a living?” she asked, staring up at him.

“Freelance dancing mainly, one performance could give me enough for a few months,” he said smiling. “But Y/N has encouraged me to make a career out of it,” he explained, wrapping his arm around you. Normally you’d flinch or shy away from anyones touch, but Jungkook’s warm arm around your waist felt oddly relaxing. Your mom raised an eyebrow at the two of you before giving a smile to Jungkook.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you darling,” she said, kissing his cheek. You watched your mother for any signs of displeasure, but couldn’t find any. “How about we go to the cafe together? I’d love to get to know you more sweetie,: she said, smiling at you both. Although, something didn’t sit right with you.

You all went to the cafe with your mother per her request. She was nice the whole time, but something was eating at you.

“So, how was your trip mom?” you asked after a lull in the conversation.

“Fabulous, everyone was lovely, and the clothes!” she gushed. Your anxiety eased watching her become more animated. She talked about the luxury of the city while your food came.

“You’d never believe how big the eiffel tower is in real life,” she said, smiling brightly. The waiter set your food in front of you, but you didn’t really pay attention, more entertained by your mother’s hand gestures. You mindlessly went to lift a bite of your salad to your mouth before your fork was smacked out of your hand. You gasped ad looked at Jungkook furiously.

“What the hell is your problem?” you fumed.

“You were just about to take a huge bite of mango, you’re allergic,” he said, pulling the salad away from you. “Could you remake this please?” he asked the waiter. The staff quickly cleared your plate away while you stared at Jungkook with a stunned look on your face.

“Thank you,” you whispered, staring at him with wide eyes. Your mother gaped at Jungkook with a shocked expression.

“My God! Y/N!” she yelped, holding your cheeks. “Be more careful! My God I could’ve lost you, my only baby!” she cried, hugging you tightly. You cringed at her yelling and gross crying, but patted her head to sooth her.

Finally, when you mother detached you looked at Jungkook with a loving expression.

“Thank you,” you said a little louder so your mom could hear.

“I’m your boyfriend, it’s my job to keep you safe,” he said, kissing your hand. You could practically hear your mother’s internal screaming. The rest of dinner went off without a hitch. Your mom insisted on paying for the meal. ‘The least she could do for the man who saved her daughter.’ You tried not to throw up your meal you’d just had.

You went back to your apartment and your mother decided to stay in a hotel closer to the mall.

“I want to do some shopping tonight,” she said as she made her way out. You and Jungkook waved goodnight. When the door finally shut you walked out of Jungkook’s embrace and to the kitchen to start making some tea.

“What a day huh?” he said, jumping up on the stool.

“Thanks again,” you murmured. “I normally would look closer at the menu, guess it just slipped my mind,” you said, shrugging as you boiled the water.

“Don’t mention it, I was the one who put the mangos on that salad, it’s only fair I save you from them,” he stated. You snapped your head in his direction so fast you could’ve sworn you heard a crack.

“What did you say?” you glowered. Jungkook became tense and bit his lip. You noticed that his ears started to flatten against his head.

“I may or may not have told the waiter to put mangos on your salad...”

“The fuck did you just say!?” you screamed lunging towards Jungkook, murder the only thought in your mind at the moment. Jungkook grabbed your waist and tried to keep you from clawing his face off.

“Hang on hang on!” he yelped, jumping away from you agilely.

“I’ll hang something, you sound like the perfect thing to hang!” you growled. Jungkook blocked your attack with ease, making you snarl in annoyance.

“Just listen!” he yelled, making you stop. He sighed in relief at the ceasing of your slapping. “I knew that your mother was wary of me, so I did that so she would trust our relationship a little more, I wouldn’t ever let you eat something that could hurt you, I promise,” he said, placing his hands on your shoulders. You looked down for a moment then pushed his hands off you.

“Whatever, next time yu plan on playing with my life, let me know first, yeah?” you said, pulling your bag off the couch.

“You would’ve have died, I’ll give you CPR,” he chuckled.

“Come near me with your mouth without my consent again and you won’t be able to reproduce,” you warned, flicking your hair over your shoulder and heading towards your room. Jungkook grumbled something, but you didn’t think too much about it before shutting the door to your room and heading for a well deserved nap.

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A few weeks had passed and you and Jungkook had gotten used to co-existing with each other.

He had this habit of waiting for you to come home. When you asked him about it, he said it was just natural for him to wait for you. Because it was more fun when you were home. So every night when you walked through the door, Jungkook would be there with a warm cup of coffee or tea.

Although, there was one problem that you kept encountering.

Jungkook didn’t know the meaning of personal space.

Whether it was when you were cleaning and he was always behind you and wanting to hang onto you. Now, it wasn’t really a problem, you didn’t mind really. But you weren’t the touchy feely kind of person.

But on the weekends when you were reading a book or watching TV on the couch Jungkook would crawl up and lay his head on your lap. At first it was a little irritating because he would push your book up and around. He also would bug you to play with his hair. Generally you wouldn’t, but if he had been good you would run your fingers across his scalp a few times to give him the attention he wanted.

However, the one thing you weren’t going to tolerate was him sneaking into your bed in the middle of the night.

There would be nights when you’d wake up sweating and you briefly think that you are going through early menopause, but then you feel the arms around your waist and Jungkook breathing down your neck.

Jungkook had many bumps and bruises from you pushing him off the bed and onto the floor. He claims that he doesn’t do it on purpose. He just gets cold and he likes to be warm.

Although, sometimes at night when he’s asleep in your bed and clinging to you, you’ll hear him talk in his sleep. He’ll go through some fits and it’s concerning. But, you wake him and he laughs it off telling you it’s nothing and that he’ll go back to his room...

But you can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong.

It had been bothering you all day at work and even the night before when you were trying to fall into a fitful sleep. Because restless sleep was better than none at all. Kinda.

You were walking out of your office building when Taehyung, the security guard you had humiliated yourself in front of decided to pop up.

“Hey, Noona!” he shouted, bounding over to you like an excited puppy. You thought briefly of Jungkook jogging your way when you arrived home. You quickly shook your head to focus on other things.

“Taehyung-ah, how are you?” you asked, slowing your pace while he matched it.

“Great! Thanks for asking, did you ever figure out that boyfriend fiasco that you were worried about?” he asked, as the two of you headed for the door. You flushed and tried not to think about asking him to play boyfriend for you.

“U-Uh, yeah, sorta...” you said, not really wanting to divulge your current situation to the younger man.

“Awesome! That’s good to know, you seemed really upset over it,” he said, giving you a kind hearted smile.

“Don’t worry, I figured it out. So... Did you need something?” you asked, looking at the envelope he had in his hand.

“Ah! Yeah, that’s right. Namjoon-hyung wanted me to give this to you, apparently someone sent you a letter! How cool, people never send letters anymore. I wish someone would send me a letter,” he prattled, starting to head towards a tangent you didn’t really want to be apart of.

“Thanks nice of you to bring it to me Taehyung, I’ll take it if you don’t mind, I’ve got to go home and make dinner for Jung-” you stopped yourself. Taehyung gave you an odd look.

“Jung? Jung who?” he asked, bumping shoulders with you. “You really must’ve solved that boyfriend problem huh! Good job noona!” he said, giving you his classic boxy grin.

“Ah ha ha... Yeah, anyways. Thank you for bringing me this, see you soon, yeah?” you said, already heading out the door. Taehyung just nodded and waved as you scrambled to your car in embarrassment. If all of you interactions with Taehyung ended this way, you were hoping he’d make himself as scarce as possible.

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The walk home was uneventful.

You were busy thinking about Jungkook. The whole day you were worried about him. This morning he was asleep on the sofa and he was rather warm. You weren’t sure what was wrong with him. Waking him up had proven fruitless. So, you had left your cell phone number and the home phone next to him in hopes that he would call when he woke up.

But your phone was silent the whole day.

Not even your mother called, something out of the ordinary for her. Unless she was spending money. Then you didn’t really want to hear about it.

You wandered around the streets, trying not to get too worried. If Jungkook needed something he would call you. Wouldn’t he?

Without meaning to, you started to walk a little faster. Then a little faster after that. And before you knew it you were running down the street trying to get home. You were worried. You had been worrying about him all day and without meaning to your mind had been wandering to him all day.

He’d been fine a few days ago! Why the sudden change?

You jogged up to the front door of your apartment building. One of your neighbors, Seokjin, was getting his mail when you stumbled through the door looking like a hot mess.

“Whoa, easy there Y/N-ah, you alright?” he asked, looking at you with curiosity.

“Just, feel like I left something on in the apartment and I wanted to make sure that I didn’t,” you said, running past him and up the stairs.

You flung open your apartment door and saw Jungkook by the stove. He looked stunned.

“Welcome home, Y/N,” he said with a soft smile.

You were panting and before you knew it you were running towards him and pulling him into a tight hug. Jungkook stumbled back slightly as you clung to him.

Memories of you younger brother being sick and needing you, but you were never there flashed through your mind... You couldn’t think about him. Not now...

Jungkook looked at you with confusion swimming in his eyes. You were trembling. What had happened when you were at work? Did someone upset you? Anger ripped through Jungkook faster than he thought was possible. Who hurt you? Who hurt someone who had done so much for another person?

You didn’t have to save him like you did. He didn’t know you and you didn’t know him. Sure he was helping you out by getting your mother off your back, but other than that, what was he contributing? Not much...

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Kang Woo... I’m so sorry,” you breathed into his chest.

Kang Woo? Who was Kang Woo? Is that the person that upset you at work?

“Y/N? Y/N are you okay?” Jungkook asked, pulling you away from him so he could look at you. Your cheeks were puffy and eyes were red. You had started to cry.

Nothing made sense. You weren’t like this. Nothing made you cry or made you upset. You were tough as nails and strong. Confidence was as easy as breathing to you. Your abundance of charisma and pluck were some of the things that Jungkook liked about you. But seeing you in this state enraged him.

“Yeah, sorry... I-I don’t know what came over me,” you whispered, rubbing at your eyes. “Long day at work and I guess I just needed to cry it out,” you explained. Jungkook wasn’t sure he believed you, but he let it go not wanting to upset you further.

“Okay, sorry that work wasn’t the greatest...” he tried, wanting to make you feel better.

“It’s fine,” you said before giving Jungkook a stern look. “What the hell was with you this morning?” you asked, poking his chest angrily.

“What do you mean?” he retorted, leaning back against the countertop.

“You were asleep and sweating and-and I thought that you were sick so I left my phone number next to the couch and I was waiting all day for you to call but you never did so-” you took a deep inhale and continued. “I thought something really bad was happening to you so I was useless today!” you complained.

Jungkook seemed to think about it for a moment.

“Whatever it was I feel fine now, don’t worry, okay?” he said giving you a smile. You wanted to argue with him, tell him that he should be resting and that you would take care of him. But, something told you not to fight him. He would be okay.

“Alright, but if you do start to feel unwell, please let me know okay?” you pleaded. Jungkook nodded and patted your head and headed towards the living room. You watched him go and sit down before you phone beeped.

New Message:

1-334-083-7345

We know you have him. We’re coming to get him. You’ll regret taking that mutt into your home.

Watch yourself, Y/N...

*Please don’t ask about updates. Thank You.

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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Hybrid AU

Warnings: Eventual smut. Angst. Mentions of abuse (physical and sexual).

Summary: You live in a world where having a hybrid is normal. Your best friend Taehyung has his own cat hybrid named Yoongi, and while the pair may seem like total opposites, their bond is obvious. You begin to consider getting one to have as a companion to come home to. You could never anticipate just how important he will become to you.

Other Chapters: One, Two

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⚬Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

⚬Genre:  Romance | Hybrid AU | Hurt/Comfort AU | Angst | 

⚬Warnings: Hybrid Abuse | PTSD? | 

⚬Word Count: 3.2k

⚬Summary: You never thought you would see your ex again… especially not at your front door with his hybrid.

⚬Author’s Note: This was requested…It took a bit longer to write than I thought but I hope you enjoy. (there is definitely to be a second part)

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vixen -> jjk (two)

summary: jimin sets up you and jungkook’s first ever playdate, but it doesn’t exactly go according to plan with an unexpected turn of events.

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: hybrid au, smut 

rating: NSFW 18+

word count: 4.4k uh whoops

warning tags:  fox hybrid!reader, dog hybrid!jk, jk in his rut ;o, choking, dry humping, face riding, riding…sorta?, unprotected sex, creampie, a lil nipple play, jk makes reader call him master, nd a lil bit of overstim.

a/n: lmao jimin and jungkooks dynamic is so funny. also i just tagged everyone that ik that’s asked for a tag so far. feel free to let me know if you don’t want to be tagged in my fics or if i missed you! tysm for the love and support <3 also as usual so sorry for this unedited cluster fuck LOL

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Jungkook is wearing all black, twirling in circles in front of the long mirror until he’s stumbling backwards into his owner’s chest. “Kook, you look great, you don’t need to change again.” He chuckles as his pup goes cross eyed, trying to focus his sight. “Are you sure? But Y/N likes pink, and I like black…” He pouts, his nerves were getting to him. 

“I heard that opposites attract.” Hoseok shrugs, dusting off Jungkook’s shoulders and tugging on the hem of his black t-shirt to straighten it out. “Plus, I may have heard from a certain somebody that Y/N is very excited to see you again.” He wiggles his eyebrows at his younger pet. “Hobi…” Jungkook whines, hiding his face in his hands. 

Jimin was busy today, and Hoseok had to go to work. Typically, when the owners had to leave the house for long periods of time, they hired nannies to look after the hybrids, but when Jimin pitched that Jungkook and Y/N could possibly have a playdate to keep each other company, it was settled. Your owner initially thought of the idea because you wouldn’t stop talking about that super handsome border collie that helped you in your desperate times of need, and it had been a month or so since then. You were back to your old self again and ready to hang out with him for real this time.

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caught inbetween -> jjk

request: oc gets stuck somewhere while playing and jungkook (a stranger?) tries to help her out but hes very close to his rut so oc kinda triggers him? and they both get so worked up that jungkook does everything but help her to get out. i promise those thoughts are NOT inspired by that one porn line 😭😭😭😭

pairing: mountain lion!jungkook x raccoon!female reader

genre: hybrid au, smut (pwp)

warning tags:  dub!con, cunnilingus, clit stim, a bit of overstim, jk on his rut, unprotected sex, creampie, knotting

word count: 2k +

a/n: i loved this request so much, i turned it into an official one-shot :3. i wasn’t sure if you wanted specific hybrids, but my mind instantly went to oc being a raccoon and getting stuck in a hollow tree trunk. LMAO tysm for requesting this i loved writing it ~ i hope you like it!

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As a wild hybrid, you’re lucky enough to have an owner that lives nearby the forests in a little cottage; it’s a quiet life, but it’s fulfilling for you and your needs as a raccoon. You had many brothers and sisters living with you that Yoongi had adopted over the years, but you were the first of many, and the only raccoon too.

During the day he went out into the town to work, bringing home food for him as well as all his hybrid pets. So, as a distraction you went out into the forest to play; usually alone, since nobody really liked to do the things that you did…like hiding in rock crevices and dens that you bounce around the forest searching around for. One time, you even tried playing hide and seek with the cat, Jimin, but he had given up after ten minutes of not being able to find you; it was fine in the end, because you had gotten so comfortable that you had ended up taking a nap there anyway. 

Today though, you had stumbled across the ultimate jackpot. A stray, hollow tree trunk laying sideways, practically inviting you into the long, dark tunnel. Your eyes lit up and you silently cheered to yourself, getting onto your hands and knees to position yourself in a way that allowed you to get inside. You hum as you crawl slowly into the trunk, your excitement ultimately overshadowing the truth of the matter – you were much too big to fit all the way inside. Sometimes you forget you’re a hybrid, and that your human body was significantly larger than the average raccoon’s. 

 As Yoongi always said…you’re lucky you’re pretty. 

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Maybe a bit weird but yandere big bad wolf jk and small sheep oc/yn?

pairing : yandere wolf jk x fem sheep hybrid reader

genre : smut, yandere

A/N : a quick smutty drabble rn because I'm writing a one shot for it and it's halfway done. I just need to do a quick dump bcs the one shot is kinda long and it's making me hit writers block 😭😭😭😭. this might not be the best tbh but I promise the one shot will be way better.

yandere wolf jk who's a perfectionist at uni never missing a class, always has a 4.0 GPA and never failed to made it in to the deans list.

and then one day he saw you, barging in to the class late mumbling sorry and sitting right in front of him,your scent covering his nose almost instantly,his ears tensing up as he grumble mate slightly under his breath.

he reached for you after class finished, hands grabbing your arm tightly, he leaned his face in, a wolfish grinned adorning his face as he greeted you

you who was timid,fearful and easily panicked,breathed out your name gently hands shaking from the sudden interaction. you can't help it of course it's in your nature to act that way :(

before he could ask you about how he's never seen you in the class before, you snatched your arms from him, legs stuttering to get out of the room as fast as you can, his scent was overwhelming, making your thoughts go hazy from fear.

jungkook frowned as your figure scrambled out, hands forming a fist as he make a silently vow to himself to get you again.

he met you again next on the campus hallway, hands barely holding on to the thick text books you carried as you sauntered around,trying to get into the professor office before bumping against some jock, your knees crashing on the hard tiles as the books fell from your grasp, gasp leaving your lips from the pain. the hallway turned silent, people watching you trying to gather books, you wanted to wailed from the attention you're receiving, your knees ached from the impact,blood oozing out from the cuts it received

jungkook immediately rushed up to you, shooing people away as he kneeled down, his hands quickly collect the books as he helped you stand up. he cooed at the fat tears that was sliding down your face, "its okay baby you're okay they're gone know" he fussed wiping your tears away

you sobbed,wiping your face at the sleeve of your sweater, the nickname he gave you went unnoticed as he continued to caressed your face.

"let me help you bring these and then we'll go to the infirmary to take care of your knees, okay?" he offered not giving you time to answer before he grabbed your hands,his other hand holding the books easily as he sauntered to the office

after that it was easy for jungkook to make you his,everyday he would take you out for coffee,sit beside you in class, and helped doing your assignments. he'd pamper you endlessly, slowly convincing you to sleep at his place instead because it was too dangerous for you to sleep alone and you who was dumb,naive and gullible believed everything he said.

he'd make you move to his apartment too, because it's such a hassle for his baby to be going back and forth at all and he doesn't like the thought of you being all alone so please move in with me baby, I don't like being apart from you :((((

jungkook Hates when you start talking or making friends with other people because you're his and only his to have, it's not hard to make you stop talking to these people of course, your timid nature making it easy for him to remove people from your life.

he'd tell you everyday, gaslighting you into thinking about how your friends view you as an easy target and how you will always be a Second choice to them, how you would easily get stampede if you keep hanging around with people other than him.

you'd believed everything he said, the thought of leaving the home you thought as a safe place become more and more distasteful making you switch all your classes to online instead, which ofcourse was jungkooks Idea.

jungkook loves to fuck you, he loves rubbing your wet pussy through your panties while you're sleeping, hips unconsciously humped against his hands as moans left your lips,his hands would move the panties sideways, thumbs slowly rubbing your clit, drawing 8 figures on it making you reach your qlimax, soft pants leaving your lips.

he'd fuck you on top of the kitchen counter, your front leaning on it, clit grazing against the counters corner everytime he thrust forward. cold marble pressing against your chest as jungkook pulled your hair back, his hand reaching down to pinch your nipple making you squeeze more around his cock

"aah...aah ple..please" you mewl hands rubbing your clit, desperate to reach your orgasm. jungkook grunts, his hands smacked you ass,groaning as he watched it jiggle "please what slut", he rasped hips bucking faster as he leaned down, lips sucking your necks making your eyes rolled back from the pleasure

"uh...ugh...cum please" you cried out, jungkook reached down hands smacking your pussy as he yanked your hair back "fuck..baby..cum" he choked, you wailed as you squirt against him,body trembling, eyes rolling back as your pussy pulsate againts his cock. "fuck fuck fuck" jungkook sobbed out as he reached his climax, filling your hole with so much cream it drips out.

he pulled out,wincing slightly before plugging his hand up your hole, preventing his cum from dripping down your hole "can't let this go to waste hm".

jungkook loves it when you got your heat he'd fuck you on every surface in the house. he'd fuck you on the couch when the movie's still playing,on the bathtub while letting the shower jet hits your clit , on the floor where he'd fuck you so hard you could barely from a sentence.

jungkook loves you so much he'd kill for you. he would easily get rid of anyone that he thinks might be a threat to your relationship.

he'd do anything for you as long as you don't leave his side,so don't even try to think about doing it it okay?.

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Lone blue egg || Penguin Hybrid Jungkook x Bird Female OC | Hybrid au || @foxymoxynoona

Summary : Jungkook is a simple man. He goes to work, he hangs out with friends, he worries about finding a mate to take home for his hometown breeding season. Maybe he spends a little more money on cam girls than is fiscally responsible but he has niche tastes. Maybe he feels a bit adrift, but he's a young penguin hybrid, supposedly in his prime, far from his crèche. At least he's good at one thing: taking care of his precious egg. A comfort egg, not a real egg, he's not a real penguin, just a man with penguin DNA and behavioral tendencies. Just like Yoongi isn't actually an owl, even if he does stay up all night and sometimes hoot to fuck with their roommates. But this is a real love story, even if a slightly odd one.

Summer Nights || Rabbit!Hybrid Jungkook x Y/N | Hybrid au || @marginalmadness

Summary : A freak weather anomaly leads to a chance encounter with a rabbit-hybrid, and your kind nature results in you gaining a small, fluffy lodger, who questions your taste in television shows. It’s won’t be for long...will it?

Evocation || Dragon!Jungkook x human?Reader | Hybrid au || @bonny-kookoo

Summary : Every year, he joins the old tradition of traveling, where his ancestors have once ruled the skies. Every year, he meets familiar faces and new ones he's never seen before. Every year, he watches how his brothers find their mates, build their families, and introduce new generations to stories as old as time. But this year, something might be different. This year, there's you - a treasure worth more than he could ever offer.

4-7-8 || Jungkook x reader | marriage au || @jiminrings

Summary : you’re secure when it comes to loving jungkook, knowing that your husband loves you beyond words. what you aren’t so secure about is his first love — someone who isn’t you. alternatively, jungkook’s married to you, but he still celebrates his anniversary with his ex out of sentimentality.

Love sewn || Jungkook x reader | boy next door au || @jvnghxope

Summary : You’ve never cared about the thin-as-paper walls of your beloved apartment until Jeon Jungkook moved next door. You could hear everything –from his late-night parties on Saturday, to the quality time he spent with his girlfriend in the intimacy of his bedroom. One day, everything ceases. Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months and you find yourself knocking his door before you can think it twice.

Sweet tooth || Rottweiler hybrid!Jungkook x Cat hybrid!Reader | Hybridau || @bonny-kookoo

Summary : Yoongi and Jimin are each proud owners of hybrids, and these days, slowly falling in love with one another. And everything could be so perfect- if it wasn't for you absolutely resenting Jungkook- for no reason?

Alpha jeon || Jungkook x reader | werewolf au || @pbandjk

Summary: You’ve been raised to be a Luna since you were born. You’ve always had an idea of how your future would be, there was little room to imagine anything different. You’d meet your mate and fall madly in love, and the two of you would take over for your parents once they got older. But what happens when a certain wolf comes in and throws all of your plans on their head?

i’d love you to stay but that’s simply insane || Jungkook x reader | college au || @taexual

 Summary : jungkook is an uncontrollable lead vocalist of the campus band, and you’re a goal-oriented top student that’s known his rich and complicated family since childhood. you don’t want anything to do with each other, until each other is exactly what you want to do.

Please love me || Jungkook x reader | childhood friends au | arrange marriage au || @ahundredtimesover

Summary : As the only unmarried Jeon and Kim children, your families propose a union to symbolize your unbreakable bond that spans generations. But despite developing an affection for Jungkook growing up, he never returned it; he never seemed to like you, actually. You’re okay with the proposal, but surprise surprise, he isn’t.

Rattled || Jungkook x reader | guy next door au | single dad au || @gukslut

Summary : "Jeongguk?" His chin quivers and he bites at his bottom lip, clenching his jaw as his eyes flood with tears, meeting Jin's questioning gaze as he collapses against Jin's broad shoulder, sobbing. Jeongguk struggles to make words come out of his mouth.Jin holds him tightly, not speaking, just waiting, trying to put the mess of puzzle pieces together in a way that might make sense. Finally, Jeongguk sucks in a heaving breath."I had a baby," he sputters out. "That's my baby.""I didn't know this baby existed eight hours ago," he chokes out, sniffling.

Lacrymaria olor || Alien!King!Jungkook x Human!Reader | alien au || @bonny-kookoo

Summary : In which you've survived on this foreign planet for more than two years until you're caught and brought to the King, who will decide your fate.

Bitchin || fratboy!jungkook x reader | 1980s au || @kinktae

Summary : The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.

Under your skin || tattoist!jk x fem!reader | tattoo au || @armpirate

Summary : You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

Unstable || Alien!Jungkook x Human!Reader | dystopian AU || @bonny-kookoo

Summary : Wrong place, wrong time, wrong everything. And yet, maybe it's not as bad as you thought.

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Idealizations concerning real life relations || jungkook x reader | fuckboy!jk x hopeless romantic!oc | fwb au || @venusiangguk

Summary : jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return.

Night After Night || Fuckboy bf! Jungkook x Reader | Established relationship au || @brown-bi-beautiful

Summary : "Show you what devotion is, deeper than the ocean is".... You broke up with your boyfriend because he couldn't let go of his fuckboy antiques now he's gonna win you back whatever it takes.

If i told you || two-shots | Jungkook x reader | friends to lovers!au | college!au || @gukyi

Summary : in order to pay for university, jeon jungkook decides to market his most valuable asset to the wealthy socialites of campus: himself. donning a suit and tie, tousled hair, and glasses (to look smarter), he becomes every rich daughter’s dream: the perfect boyfriend to bring to balls, dinners, and business gatherings. all while you watch from the sidelines, only able to dream of having that much money to buy yourself what you really want: him.

Scattered stars || two-shots | Jungkook x reader soulmate!au | fantasy!au || @taegularities

Summary : “And with that, a picture of Jungkook flashed into your mind, his fingertips caressing your cheek and his gentle and affectionate smile sending shivers down your spine as you admitted to yourself that yes - you wanted him.“

Welcome to the heartbreak show || kind-of-tsundere!jungkook x female!reader | college au || @numinousher

Summary : you’re in love with your partner in class that everyone fears (and loves) due to his stoic facial expression and the way he rejects girls rather harshly. as you get to know him, will he be able to handle your heart that you so willingly gave him to care for or, will he break it due to his hatred for people who are in love with him?

In which she's done with him || Jerk jungkook x reader | unrequited love || @minstrivia

Summary : Jungkook angst/fluff where he always pushes oc away (who confesses her feelings but was cruelly rejected) and insults her but she always comes back to take care of him when he’s drunk or picks him up from his one night stands and she finally decides to leave him alone !! happy ending!

Angel in the marble || michelangelo!jungkook x servant!reader | high renaissance au || @venusjeon

Summary : after you fail to pickpocket him, the famous yet arrogant artist Jeon Jungkook takes you off the streets to make you his servant, and the more you know him, the more you realise he's not as detestable as everyone claims he is.

i can't wait to tell you, "i told ya'." || Single dad Jungkook x reader | Best friend au || @serendipitous-seven

Summary: Jeon Jungkook is a successful realtor with a big house, a nice car, colorful dating life, and a spunky 7-year-old daughter to boot…he’s also your best friend who you used to be in love with. Of course, he was never made aware because you swear it’s all in the past…until it isn’t. But going on a cruise with Jungkook and his daughter whom you adore should be harmless. Absolutely nothing can go wrong…Right?

Los Angeles Laker || nba player jungkook x reader | nba au || @xpeachesncream

Summery : being one of the most popular players in the nba, jungkook takes absolutely no shit from anybody. he could give a fuck about the press, what people think about him, serious relationships. it’s a personal hell getting wrapped up with jeon jungkook— and you can’t help but fall into the same trap as every other woman who crosses paths with him. the more you fall, the more you realize that you will never be able to change a man who doesn’t want to change his ways.

vixen -> jjk (two)

summary: jimin sets up you and jungkook’s first ever playdate, but it doesn’t exactly go according to plan with an unexpected turn of events.

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: hybrid au, smut 

rating: NSFW 18+

word count: 4.4k uh whoops

warning tags:  fox hybrid!reader, dog hybrid!jk, jk in his rut ;o, choking, dry humping, face riding, riding…sorta?, unprotected sex, creampie, a lil nipple play, jk makes reader call him master, nd a lil bit of overstim.

a/n: lmao jimin and jungkooks dynamic is so funny. also i just tagged everyone that ik that’s asked for a tag so far. feel free to let me know if you don’t want to be tagged in my fics or if i missed you! tysm for the love and support <3 also as usual so sorry for this unedited cluster fuck LOL

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Jungkook is wearing all black, twirling in circles in front of the long mirror until he’s stumbling backwards into his owner’s chest. “Kook, you look great, you don’t need to change again.” He chuckles as his pup goes cross eyed, trying to focus his sight. “Are you sure? But Y/N likes pink, and I like black…” He pouts, his nerves were getting to him. 

“I heard that opposites attract.” Hoseok shrugs, dusting off Jungkook’s shoulders and tugging on the hem of his black t-shirt to straighten it out. “Plus, I may have heard from a certain somebody that Y/N is very excited to see you again.” He wiggles his eyebrows at his younger pet. “Hobi…” Jungkook whines, hiding his face in his hands. 

Jimin was busy today, and Hoseok had to go to work. Typically, when the owners had to leave the house for long periods of time, they hired nannies to look after the hybrids, but when Jimin pitched that Jungkook and Y/N could possibly have a playdate to keep each other company, it was settled. Your owner initially thought of the idea because you wouldn’t stop talking about that super handsome border collie that helped you in your desperate times of need, and it had been a month or so since then. You were back to your old self again and really to hang out with him for real this time.

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caught inbetween -> jjk

request: oc gets stuck somewhere while playing and jungkook (a stranger?) tries to help her out but hes very close to his rut so oc kinda triggers him? and they both get so worked up that jungkook does everything but help her to get out. i promise those thoughts are NOT inspired by that one porn line 😭😭😭😭

pairing: mountain lion!jungkook x raccoon!female reader

genre: hybrid au, smut (pwp)

warning tags:  dub!con, cunnilingus, clit stim, a bit of overstim, jk on his rut, unprotected sex, creampie, knotting

word count: 2k +

a/n: i loved this request so much, i turned it into an official one-shot :3. i wasn’t sure if you wanted specific hybrids, but my mind instantly went to oc being a raccoon and getting stuck in a hollow tree trunk. LMAO tysm for requesting this i loved writing it ~ i hope you like it!

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As a wild hybrid, you’re lucky enough to have an owner that lives nearby the forests in a little cottage; it’s a quiet life, but it’s fulfilling for you and your needs as a raccoon. You had many brothers and sisters living with you that Yoongi had adopted over the years, but you were the first of many, and the only raccoon too.

During the day he went out into the town to work, bringing home food for him as well as all his hybrid pets. So, as a distraction you went out into the forest to play; usually alone, since nobody really liked to do the things that you did…like hiding in rock crevices and dens that you bounce around the forest searching around for. One time, you even tried playing hide and seek with the cat, Jimin, but he had given up after ten minutes of not being able to find you; it was fine in the end, because you had gotten so comfortable that you had ended up taking a nap there anyway. 

Today though, you had stumbled across the ultimate jackpot. A stray, hollow tree trunk laying sideways, practically inviting you into the long, dark tunnel. Your eyes lit up and you silently cheered to yourself, getting onto your hands and knees to position yourself in a way that allowed you to get inside. You hum as you crawl slowly into the trunk, your excitement ultimately overshadowing the truth of the matter – you were much too big to fit all the way inside. Sometimes you forget you’re a hybrid, and that your human body was significantly larger than the average raccoon’s. 

 As Yoongi always said…you’re lucky you’re pretty. 

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