♡ I've Got You ♡

It feels like the kitchen is blanketed by a cloud of tense air – one that electrifies the moment Jimin extends his hand past Taehyung's plate to reach for the salt. The low, short growl that immediately echoes within the walls of the kitchen makes you freeze, your skin instinctively breaking out in goosebumps at the guttural sound. Jimin's hand halts midair, his eyes flickering straight to Namjoon's fangs poking just past his lips.

"Right," Jimin huffs, ears flattening on his head, "sorry."

The annoyed flick of his tail behind his back tells you that he probably isn't, but he knows better than to argue with a protective alpha near his rut.

The wolf hybrid's golden eyes track Jimin's fingers as he slowly brings them back to his side, not even blinking until they're out of Taehyung's personal space. He shakes his head lightly once the perceived threat to his pack is gone, mumbling a gruff half-apology for startling the table.

You let out a slow breath, loosening the tight grip on your spoon. You catch yourself picking up your own pace as you eat, mirroring the others. The sooner you all finish eating, the sooner everyone has a chance to escape to their own corners of the house. You can tell Namjoon is itching to drag his packmates back to their room, their den, where it's safe.

"You guys can go first, we'll clean up everything," You say once the plates are scraped clean, giving the canines the out you know Namjoon is looking for. You're not quite sure why they insisted on one final shared dinner before their rut, but you do like to think that perhaps they've come to enjoy the familiarity and routine more than they realize themselves.

"Thank you," Namjoon shoots to his feet, nearly knocking his chair over, as he quickly corals Taehyung and Hoseok towards the door. He makes sure his packmates are out of sight from the kitchen before he pauses, tail tucking between his legs. Namjoon gives you a look over his shoulder, his back tense as if expecting a blow, as he softly asks, "Will you be joining us?"

"Of course," You nod, giving him a reassuring smile. "I just need to clean up here and take a shower first. I won't be long. Promise."

Namjoon's tail gives a few wags, the corners of his eyes crinkling up as he nods and says, "Thank you. We'll, uh, get everything ready for you."

Yoongi is the first to break the silence once Namjoon closes the door to their room with a soft click. "God, it reeks in here."

"Seriously?" You roll your eyes at the over-the-top expression of disgust on his face.

"Yeah," Jungkook grimaces, jumping out of his chair to open the window above the sink. You can see his tail quiver as he breathes in some fresh air, "They have a very um, strong, scent."

"It's abrasive." Seokjin adds with a wince as he starts collecting some of the plates on the table. "It's supposed to be. It's there to chase away those you don't want to spend it with."

"It's even worse because they're not mated yet," Jimin interjects. "It's like a stink bomb went off in here."

"I don't remember you being this appalled by Seokjin and Jungkook's scent before their rut. Did they smell better because they're mated?" You direct your question at Jimin and Yoongi, not missing the quick glance that passes between them.

Yoongi shrugs. "Yes and no? That does help, but preys just smell much milder overall." He bites the inside of his cheek, a small furrow appearing between his brows as he admits, "Honestly, I think we were too worried to really notice it."

"Ah Jungkook, did you hear that?" Seokjin whispers loudly, plastering himself over the bunny hybrid's back with a dramatic swoon. "Yoongi-chi was concerned about us. What a sweet kitty."

"Shut up," Yoongi hisses. He swats at Jimin's arm as his packmate snickers at him behind his hand, mumbling something about betrayal as he moves to clear off the final dishes from the table.

Jungkook lets out a giggle, cheeks flushed as he sweetly says, "Thank you for being worried, Yoongi hyung."

You have to stifle your own laughter as Yoongi nearly trips, his feline reflexes just enough to keep him crashing into the counter. You can tell that the way his tail bristles is more for show than anything else, his voice taking on a softer tilt as he grumbles, "S'nothing."

"Ah, Y/n–" Seokjin waddles over with Jungkook still trapped in his arms, grinning at how the bunny hybrid pretends to break out of his hold. "We'll make sure to provide all the meals you need and leave them outside of the door. I'm sure the boys have everything else ready, but just let us know if there's anything you need."

"That's very sweet, thank you," You rest your hand on Seokjin's cheek, giving the hamster hybrid a peck. You quickly duck down with a smile as you hear Jungkook's whine, giving him a kiss too. You let yourself be pulled into the bunny hybrid's arms, the angle a little awkward, but sweet nonetheless. Your heart feels a little heavy knowing you won't be able to see them for a few days, but you know they can care for themselves and each other well at this point. You'll just miss them.

"Hyung and I are going to sleep in the living room. We figure it'd be best to give all of you some space." Jungkook mumbles against your skin, rubbing his nose against your cheek.

"That's not going to be very comfortable, why can't you just sleep in my–"

Your idea is turned down by four voices at once. "No," Seokjin shakes his head. "We'll be fine in the living room. We'll be closer that way."

"Alright, if you insist."

You give both of them another peck before Seokjin wrangles Jungkook away, letting the cat hybrids have their own turn at kissing you goodnight.

Jimin slides up to you with an exaggerated pout, batting his eyes all pretty until you give in and pull him in for a kiss. Soft purrs erupt in his chest as you stroke the nape of his neck, his lips eventually trailing their way down your neck, his soft hair tickling your skin. "Wish I could mark you up," He sighs, brushing his lips against your collarbone, "But I'd like to keep all of my nine lives intact so I'll refrain. For now."

"Is that a promise?" You grin. Based on the smirk Jimin gives you in return, you know you're going to have one hell of a time trying to make your neck look presentable once he's done with you. That is, if there's any skin left for him to even mark after you spent the next two days with the canines.

"Stop hogging her, she needs to get ready," Yoongi pulls Jimin back by his shirt, sending the disgruntled younger cat hybrid off with a pat on his ass.

Yoongi pulls you into a firm hug, layering his scent on top of Jimin and Jungkook's even though he knows it's going to get washed off soon. The instinct to lay some kind of claim is too great, especially when he knows you're spending the night with another pack. He leans back, giving you a kiss that feels much too short before he says, "Just call for us and we'll be right there, whatever the reason."

"Thank you," You nod, pulling him back in for another brief kiss.

You know it's time to slip away when Jungkook starts whining about getting another kiss – you'll never escape if they do.

A soft "sleep well" falls from your lips as you make your way to the door, but fingers – Seokjin's – wrap around your wrist, holding you in place for just a moment longer. He leans in close, his warm breath tickling the shell of your ear as he murmurs, "Be a good girl." 

Heat rushes to your cheeks immediately, spreading down your neck and making the tips of your ears burn. You duck your head with a squeak, ignoring the low, pleased chuckle he lets out at your reaction. You slip your hand free, scurrying out of the room before the others can catch on to Seokjin's little comment. You're already flustered enough as it is, thank you very much.

You take a quick shower, adjusting the temperature until it's almost too hot to bear. The scalding water beats down on you as you work quickly but thoroughly, scrubbing away the day and any lingering scents clinging to your skin. Despite the steam that billows around the bathroom as you rinse, you find that your fingers tremble so hard it makes you fumble with the shower knob – a mixture of anticipation and nerves that has the butterflies in your stomach thrashing about. This isn't your first experience with a rut, but being with someone new always carries an air of vulnerability. Still, as you wrap yourself in a towel, you take a steadying breath. The boys have shown nothing but care and compassion for you so far and you know this will be no different. If anything, they're probably just as nervous to have someone new join them for their rut.

After slipping into a soft, oversized t-shirt, you make your way downstairs, your footsteps barely audible against the floorboards. The door to the canines' room is cracked open, and you can hear the gentle rumble of voices inside—low, hesitant.

You pause by the doorway, your pulse racing beneath your skin, and draw in a steadying breath. You can do this. You want to do this.

Gently, you push the door open. The room is dimly lit, warm and inviting and so them. You haven't been able to spend much time in the boys' rooms lately, with work and other obligations pulling you away, limiting your time spent beyond the common rooms in the house. Your heart does a happy squeeze at what you see – posters and pictures on what used to be bare walls, pillows and blankets covering almost every surface for maximum comfort and items carefully scattered about in a way you know is intentional. They finally feel comfortable – at home – and that's all you ever wanted.

The moment you cross the threshold, three sets of eyes are on you, warm and waiting. Taehyung is the first to move, crossing the small space in two strides to bury his face in your neck. His hands settle on your waist, pulling you close as he breathes you in, nose brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear. "You smell clean," he murmurs, not unhappily, just stating facts. "We'll fix that."

"Taehyung," Hoseok chides, gently pulling on one of the fox hybrid's ears as he joins the embrace from behind. His chest presses against your back, steady and solid, grounding. You feel the flutter of his heartbeat through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Namjoon hovers at the edge, watching with soft eyes, until you reach out and tug him in. He comes willingly, slotting himself against your side with a quiet, relieved sigh. They take turns scenting you, rubbing their cheeks against your shoulders, your throat, your wrists. Marking you as theirs, as pack, at least for the coming days.

Taehyung is the first to pull back, his auburn tail swishing playfully side to side as he says, "Water and snacks are on the desk over there. There's some towels too."

"Though," he adds with a sly grin, glancing at Namjoon, "You probably won't need them. Hyung likes it when it gets a little messy."

"That's not-" Namjoon's ears flatten, then perk forward again, betraying him. A flush creeps up his neck. "I just like how strong the scents get. When we're all mixed together, y'know?"

"Sure," You concede, trying (and failing) to suppress a snort at how flustered he sounds.

"Fair warning, Hobi hyung likes to be in control when our rut hits," Taehyung adds, his tail swishing with barely contained amusement. You decide it's better to ignore the image your brain so helpfully conjures up, trying to suppress the warmth that spreads through your belly.

All of that is for tomorrow. Tonight is for rest.

Their rut hasn't officially begun, but the pre-rut tension has been wearing on them for days. You can see it in the tightness around their eyes, the way they lean into each other and you for support.

"I think it's time for bed," You gently say, steering them toward the mattress piled high with pillows and blankets. "Everything else can wait."

They go easily, too tired to even consider anything else. Taehyung crawls in first, patting the space beside him. You climb in after him, getting yourself situated in the middle of the bed. You figure the boys will just move you wherever they see fit – it's their nest, so you want them to be comfortable.

Hoseok hesitates at the edge of the bed, fingers catching on the hem of his shirt. The self-consciousness is subtle - he's better at hiding it than he used to be - but you catch the way his shoulders curve inward, the slight tremor in his hands. His tail is tucked firmly between his legs.

When he finally lifts the fabric over his head, he doesn't meet your gaze. You look at him, see the lean muscle of his torso, the faint scars that decorate his skin. His tail is tucked tight against his legs, the tip trembling slightly.

"Oh Hobi," You say softly. "Come here."

He sinks onto the bed beside you, and you take his hand, tracing the calluses on his palm with your thumb.

"I'm proud of you," You say, keeping your voice low enough that the others have to lean in to hear. Taehyung props his chin on your shoulder, soft hair tickling your neck. Namjoon settles against the headboard, watching with heavy-lidded eyes.

"I know it’s not easy, but I’m glad you trust me enough to show me this. I won't pry, this isn't the time or the place for that, but know that I'm here if you ever want to tell me about it." You squeeze his hand.

Hoseok's breath catches. His eyes shine in the dim light, wet and grateful, and he ducks his head to hide the emotion you already saw.

"Thank you," He whispers, rough around the edges. His golden tail gives a small wag.

"Thank you," You correct, and press a kiss to his temple.

The bed shifts as Namjoon finally gives in to gravity, stretching out on Hoseok's other side with a rumbling yawn. Taehyung wiggles down until he's level with you, tangling his legs with yours, his tail thumping lazy beats against the mattress.

You settle between Taehyung and Hoseok, Namjoon's hand finding yours across Hoseok's waist. The pack breathes around you, slow and synchronized, their warmth seeping into your bones.

"Sleep well," Namjoon mumbles, already half-gone, his nose buried in Hoseok's hair.

"Goodnight," You murmur, fitting yourself under Hoseok's jaw.

Tomorrow, the rut will take them. But tonight, there is only the steady rhythm of Taehyung's heartbeat against your back, the soft puffs of Hoseok's breath against your hair, and Namjoon's pleased deep rumblings to lull you to sleep.

The whimpering starts just before dawn. Soft, desperate, right against your ear. You blink awake in the dark, sheets rustling as Namjoon shifts beside you. Hoseok must have shifted in the middle of the night, moving you closer to the wolf hybrid.

Namjoon's breath comes in short, shaky bursts, his body radiating enough heat for you to feel it even though you're not touching. Despite the dim light, you can see the flush spreading down his chest, the sheen of sweat on his throat, the way his jaw keeps clenching and unclenching like he's trying to hold something back.

"Joon?" You whisper.

"Sorry," He rumbles, and his voice is wrecked already, rough and broken. "Sorry, I didn't-it's starting."

You push up on one elbow. His eyes catch the gray morning light, blown wide and glassy, pupils blown so large the warm brown barely shows. His hips twitch upward, seeking friction, and the outline of his cock strains against the cotton, thick and obvious.

"Do you want help?"

His gaze meets yours, and there's something feral in it, something that makes your breath catch. "Please."

You tug his boxers down, and his cock springs free, flushed dark and wet at the tip, curving up toward his stomach, the base already thickening. He groans as the cool air hits him, and you can hear the soft thump of his tail against the mattress.

As you move to straddle him, Namjoon sits up in a rush, hands gripping your hips with surprising strength. He pulls you forward onto his thigh instead, your core settling against the firm muscle, and grinds you down as he kisses you, his cock hot and hard against your hip. You gasp against his lips, overwhelmed by how desperate he already feels. Maybe you'd be embarrassed by how quickly it turns you on if Namjoon wasn't just as needy.

You let your hands explore his body, mapping out the feel of his chest, his shoulders, the way his back muscles move as he guides your hips. The wolf hybrid sets a rhythm that you almost struggle to follow, still a little dazed from just having woken up.

Namjoon moves his lips down your throat, scenting your neck as he rolls your clit against the firm muscle of his thigh. Your underwear is already drenched and you're doing all you can to stifle your moans as the friction builds. It's still early – too early – to wake the others up if you can help it, and yet–

"Well," Hoseok's voice is rough with sleep and something else, "That's quite the wake-up call."

You freeze in surprise, but Namjoon's grip tightens, fingers digging into your hips, keeping you moving against his thigh.

"Hoseok," He whines, and the sound is pure need, desperate and raw.

"Don't stop on my account."

The mattress dips as Hoseok moves closer, and the look in his eyes seems almost more predatory than the wolf in front of you.

"Grind on him," He instructs, low and firm, watching you with dark eyes. "Get yourself there first, Y/n."

You roll your hips harder, the friction perfect, the pressure of Namjoon's cock against your hip a tease that makes you whimper. The rhythm builds slowly, each rock of your hips dragging a ragged breath from your lungs. Namjoon's hands steady you, his own hips pushing up to meet yours even through the layers still between you.

Hoseok's hand slides down, wrapping around Namjoon, stroking him in time with your movements. The dual sensation, the slide of your clothed heat against Namjoon's hip and the wet sound of Hoseok's fist working him, sends sparks up your spine. Namjoon's head falls back, throat exposed, whines turning to broken, guttural moans that vibrate through his chest into yours.

Your orgasm builds like a wave you can't outrun, pressure coiling tight in your belly. You chase it, hips stuttering, grinding down harder, faster, until the friction hits exactly right and your vision whites out. You cry out, shuddering through the pulse of release, your body going limp against Namjoon's chest as aftershocks ripple through you.

Hoseok's hand stills, thumb lingering at Namjoon's base. He watches you come down, breath still uneven, pupils blown wide. "Still with me?" he asks, voice gentler now, checking.

You nod, trembling, and he smiles, soft and knowing.

"Want to take him inside?" He murmurs, giving you the choice. "Ride him when you're ready, pretty girl."

The question makes Namjoon whine, a needy sound that vibrates through his chest. His hands find your thighs, thumbs stroking, waiting - asking with his touch.

You look down at him, at the blown pupils, the flush across his cheeks, the way his lip catches between his teeth. "Yeah," You breathe, the decision settling warm in your belly. "Yeah, I want to."

Namjoon's warm hands lift you then, helping you remove your shirt and underwear. The wolf hybrid guides your hips, and you sink down onto his cock in one smooth motion, too wet to meet any resistance. You both gasp at the stretch, the heat of him filling you, the pressure of that swelling knot already catching at your entrance. He groans, forehead dropping to your shoulder, his whole body trembling beneath you.

"Fuck," He breathes against your neck. "You feel-"

"Don't stop," You whisper, and he doesn't, rolling his hips up to meet yours, setting a rhythm that's already too much and not enough, the knot tugging at you with every movement, not locked yet but promising.

You lose yourself in the motion, the slide of him filling you, the way his hands grip your hips like you're the only thing anchoring him. His mouth finds yours, kiss deepening as he thrusts up, swallowing your gasp, his tongue sliding against yours with the same rhythm his body sets below. You break apart breathless, foreheads pressed together, and he smiles, soft and wrecked, before trailing kisses down your jaw, your throat, teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver.

Each thrust sends sparks up your spine, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your nails digging crescents into his shoulders. The heat builds, coiling tight in your belly, and you're chasing it, grinding down to meet him, the friction perfect, desperate, close-

A hard thrust sends pleasure sparking up your spine, and your head falls back, eyes drifting to the movement you catch out of the corner of your eye.

The dog hybrid's attention has shifted to his other packmate. Hoseok has settled behind Taehyung, chest to back. You can see the fox hybrid's breath hitch at the sudden warmth, can see the way confusion softens into something hungry as he takes in the scene before him, blinking awake. Hoseok's hand runs down his spine, slow and deliberate, and his lips brush Taehyung's ear.

"Taehyungie," He murmurs. "You with me?"

Taehyung nods, pushing back into him, and Hoseok's smile is soft, knowing. He runs his hand down the length of Taehyung's auburn tail, making the fox hybrid arch his back with a low groan.

Hoseok turns Taehyung's face toward his, catching his mouth in a kiss that starts gentle and deepens, tongues sliding, Taehyung's hand coming up to cup Hoseok's jaw like he's grounding himself in it. Hoseok's thumb traces Taehyung's lower lip as they break apart, his gaze lifting to meet yours.

"That's it," Hoseok murmurs, and you realize he's watching you watch them, his gaze dark, knowing. "Just like that."

You watch, transfixed, as Hoseok's fingers find Taehyung, two of them sinking in deep, working him open with slow movements. Taehyung's face turns into the pillow, breath hitching with every push, his hips rocking back to meet Hoseok's hand. Hoseok leans down to press kisses along his shoulder, his spine, murmuring praise against his skin even as he stretches him wider.

He adds a third finger, and Taehyung's moan breaks against the pillow, obscene and wet and desperate. The sound makes you clench down harder around Namjoon's cock, making both of you groan.

You see the moment Hoseok decides he's ready - the way his hand withdraws, the way he lines himself up, the way Taehyung gasps as he pushes in. Namjoon's eyes fly open, gaze finding Taehyung's across the bed, and something passes between them, some silent communication that makes Namjoon's hips stutter, his grip on you tighten, his own knot thickening inside you with every thrust.

Namjoon cranes his neck, seeking your mouth, and you meet him halfway, kiss messy and desperate, his hand coming up to cradle your face like you're something precious even as his body moves beneath yours with increasing urgency. You break apart gasping, and he moves his mouth down your throat, nipping and soothing the skin with his tongue.

Hoseok rocks his hips slowly, his knot dragging against Taehyung's rim with every withdrawal, making him shudder. You can't look away - the slap of skin against skin, Taehyung's fingers white-knuckled in the sheets, the way Hoseok hips snap forward with precision, finding some spot inside his packmate that makes him cry out every time.

Namjoon's hand finds your breast, thumb circling your nipple, and you're already close, tension coiling low and tight, building with every roll of your hips, every tug of the wolf hybrid's swelling knot catching at your entrance.

"Good?" Hoseok asks, voice rough, checking in with you even as his hips snap forward, drawing a cry from Taehyung. He seems to know exactly how to turn the fox hybrid into putty in his hands.

You nod, overwhelmed, and his smile is sharp, pleased.

"Touch yourself," He says, softer now, almost gentle. "Want to see you."

You slip your hand between your legs, fingers finding where you're stretched around Namjoon. You're wet and sensitive, his knot is fully formed now, a thick bulge that catches and tugs with every movement.

"Shit– Can I knot you? Please?" Namjoon half-growls, ear pinned back with the small amount of restraint he has left.

"Yeah," Your moan turns into a squeal as Namjoon somehow sets an even faster pace.

The sounds filling the room, the way Namjoon's muscles flex beneath you as he moves, the slide of your own fingers against your clit - it's overwhelming, too much.

You come with a cry, your body tightening around Namjoon. He groans, thrusting up into you through your orgasm, and then he's coming too, knot swelling impossibly larger, locking you together. His hips jerk in short, helpless thrusts as he spills inside you, filling you, his forehead pressed to your shoulder, whining high and broken through his release.

Taehyung twists beneath Hoseok, reaching back to pull him deeper, and Hoseok's rhythm falters, his knot catching, locking him to Taehyung as he comes with a ragged groan, burying himself to the hilt. He drops his forehead to Taehyung's back, catching his breath. 

The fox hybrid follows, spilling over his own stomach with a cry, and for a long moment there's only the sound of harsh breathing, the pulse of Namjoon's knot where you're joined, the impossible intimacy of being tied together.

You can't move, locked to Namjoon while he softens slowly, the knot keeping you pressed close, his arms wrapped around you, his face buried in your neck. Across the bed, Hoseok and Taehyung are similarly tangled, Hoseok's hips still making small, involuntary thrusts as he comes down, Taehyung shivering beneath him.

The space smells of sweat and sex and pack, thick and heady. Namjoon is still hard inside you, still locked, his breath hot against your skin. When the knot finally releases, enough to pull free, you both groan at the loss, at the wet rush that follows. But Namjoon is still trembling, still needy, his cock already stirring again against his thigh.

"Still?" Taehyung laughs, low and rough from where he's collapsed nearby. "Want me to come over there and take care of that?"

Namjoon shudders, flustered, pressing his face harder into your shoulder. "Later."

The next hours pass in a blur, bodies shifting and resettling, the room growing hotter as the afternoon stretches on. You're drifting somewhere between waking and not when you notice Hoseok beside you, Namjoon's arms wrapped around him from behind, his face buried in Hoseok's neck.

The dog hybrid's bare chest catches the golden light, and you trace one of the thin scars there without thinking.

"Still handsome," You murmur. He huffs a quiet laugh, pleased, and catches your hand to press a kiss to your palm. You can hear the muted thuds of his tail against Namjoon's leg.

Taehyung crawls over you then, heavy-lidded and warm, his hair mussed. The fox hybrid's eyes are bright despite the feverish look to his skin. His hands feel burning hot as they slowly move up your legs, parting them.

"Up for another round?" He gives you a lazy grin, fingers pressed into your hips.

"Thought you'd never ask." You tease, making yourself comfortable on your back.

He settles between your thighs, already hard, and pushes into you slowly. You feel every inch, the stretch of him, the way his breath catches when he's fully seated. His forehead drops to rest against yours. His ears are perked forward, listening to every sound you make.

"Good?" He asks, voice rough.

"Yes," You breathe, arching up to meet his next thrust. "Oh, god, keep going."

He pulls back, almost all the way out, and you feel the drag of him, the slick friction, before he pushes back in. Deep. His hips roll against yours with a filthy precision that has you gasping into his mouth. He settles on a rhythm that's unhurried, grinding against that spot inside you before pulling back to start again.

You can hear the bed shifting, the low murmur of voices, but you're too focused on the heat building between your legs. His tail teasingly brushes against your legs with every thrust, making your skin feel like it's on fire.

The fox hybrid's ears twitch when you moan.

"Look at you," Taehyung murmurs, and you force your eyes open. He's watching your face with dark fascination, his pupils blown wide, his ears perked and straining. "Look how pretty you're taking me."

He shifts his angle slightly, grinding deeper, and your moan breaks sharp and sudden.

"That's it." He groans, hips rolling harder now, losing some of that practiced control. "Let me hear you."

You do. You can't help it. Each thrust sends sparks up your spine, his cock dragging against that spot inside you with every stroke, the stretch of him perfect, the slap of skin against skin filling the room. His ears flatten, then perk, flatten again as he chases his release.

You can feel his knot building. The base of his cock thickening with every thrust, pressing against your entrance with a promise of fullness that makes you whimper. He groans at the sound, hips stuttering, snapping forward now, less rhythm, more need.

"Fuck," He breathes, "I'm gonna-"

"Do it," You gasp, and he does. He drives deep and stays there. His knot swells, locks inside you as he comes with a ragged groan spilling hot and thick. His hips jerk in short, helpless thrusts against yours, his ears flat against his skull.

You follow him over the edge. Your orgasm rolls through you in waves, your body tightening around him, milking him through each pulse. He groans into your neck, breath hot and ragged. The knot keeps him anchored, keeps you full, the stretch shifting from pleasure to something almost too much as he softens.

His weight settles heavy on you. His ears twitch, then relax, one perking half-heartedly at a sound from across the room before drooping again. You're still locked together, his knot a thick pressure keeping you full, when you hear it. Soft, wet sounds from the corner. Namjoon's voice, muffled, then Hoseok's groan, broken and desperate as he pulls back.

The dog hybrid looks wrecked as he crawls across the bed. His hair is damp at the temples, his cock hard against his stomach. Namjoon stays on his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His gray ears are perked up, his tail wagging slow and satisfied.

Hoseok runs a hand up your thigh, fingers tracing where you're stretched around Taehyung, and you shiver at the contact, oversensitive. Your body aches in the best way, muscles loose and warm, but you know your limits. Hybrid stamina or not, you're only human - and you've already pushed further than you expected. Still–

"One more?" He asks, and his voice is soft, checking, but his eyes are dark, hungry. "Can you take me after?"

Taehyung makes a protesting noise, still locked inside you, but Hoseok shushes him, leaning down to kiss him slow and deep, his hand still stroking your thigh, your hip, the curve of your waist. “My turn, pup,” He murmurs against Taehyung's mouth. "Then you can have me again after. Whatever you want."

The fox hybrid's hips make a small, involuntary thrust at that, and you both groan, the knot tugging at your sensitive flesh.

"Holding you to that, hyung," Taehyung grins, lazy and satisfied.

"Of course, I wouldn’t expect anything else," Hoseok laughs, and kisses him again, filthy and deep, before turning his attention back to you.

He runs a hand up your calf, your knee, the inside of your thigh. His fingers find where you're stretched around Taehyung, where you're wet and full, and he groans at the feel of it, at the heat of you.

"Beautiful," He breathes, and his voice has gone rough, reverent. "Look how open you are for us. For me." He presses a finger alongside Taehyung's knot, testing the stretch, and you gasp, oversensitive, your hips jerking toward the sensation. He stills immediately, watching your face. "Okay?"

"Yes, yes," You gasp, and he smiles, relieved, working you slowly.

"So good," He murmurs. "Taking Taehyungie so well, and now you're going to take me too. Aren't you?"

"Please," You whisper, and he rewards you with a second finger, the stretch burning so perfectly you whimper.

"That's it," He praises, his free hand stroking your hip, your waist, the curve of your breast. 

"Let me feel you. Let me feel where he is." He's watching his own fingers move against you, fascinated, his cock twitching against his stomach with every sound you make.

"You're so wet," He murmurs, almost to himself. "So full of him. And now I'm going to fill you too."

He withdraws his fingers slowly, deliberately, and you whine at the loss. But then Taehyung's knot finally recedes, enough to slip free with a wet rush that makes you both groan, and Hoseok is there, lining himself up, pushing in before you can feel empty. He's thicker than Taehyung, or maybe you're just that sensitive, and he groans, long and low, his forehead dropping to your shoulder.

"Fuck," He breathes against your skin, his voice breaking.

"You feel- you're so-" He can't finish, his hips already moving, short thrusts that grind deep, that reaches a spot inside of you that makes your vision blur.

"Tell me," He demands, lifting his head to catch your eyes. His own are blown wide, desperate, vulnerable in a way you've never seen from him before. "Tell me how it feels."

"Full," You gasp, arching up to meet him. "So full, Hoseok, I can feel your knot-"

"Not yet," He groans, his rhythm stuttering, losing precision. "Not yet, I'm going to-" He shifts his angle, grinding against you, and his hand finds your clit, circling in time with his thrusts.

"Come with me," He begs, and there's something raw in his voice, something stripped bare.  "Please, come with me, I want to feel you."

He's swelling already, you can feel it, the thick pressure building at your entrance, the stretch of him forcing through. He groans when it catches, when he has to work it inside, the burn so intense you cry out, your nails digging into his back.

"Fuck," He gasps, "Fuck, you're so-" He bites down on your neck before he finishes, hard and claiming, not enough to break skin but enough to bruise, enough to mark you as his. 

His knot locks, pulsing thick and impossibly full, and he comes with a ragged sound against your throat, spilling hot and endless inside you, his hips making small, helpless movements while you're tied together, locked full of him.

He doesn't pull away after. He stays pressed close, his weight warm and solid, his breath hot and fast against your neck. "You're perfect," He whispers, and his voice is wrecked, raw. "Perfect. Taking us both. Taking everything we give you."

He presses kisses to your bruised throat, your jaw, your mouth, soft and reverent where before he was desperate. "Thank you," he murmurs against your lips, and it sounds like a prayer. "Thank you for letting us stay - and for being here with us."

You shake your head in silent understanding, your chest still heaving from the intense orgasm you just had.

After, when Hoseok finally slips free with a wet rush that makes you both groan, he props himself up on one elbow. His hand finds yours, fingers threading together, and he brings your knuckles to his lips. "Okay?" He asks, searching your face. "Was that- are you okay?"

"I need a break," You wince, letting out a tired laugh. "But I'm more than okay."

The dog hybrid smiles, the tension leaving his shoulders. His eyes are soft now, sated, but there's something else beneath it, something nervous and hopeful. He takes a deep breath as his tail goes limp on the bed.

Hoseok's voice shakes as he whispers, "I'm ready."

Namjoon doesn't hesitate. He can feel the shift in the air, knows just what his packmate means. He reaches out for both of them, his hands steady even as his breath comes fast. "Come here."

They move toward him without hesitation, Hoseok curling against his left side, Taehyung settling on his right, and you watch as Namjoon draws them in until all three are pressed together in a circle, foreheads touching. Hoseok's ears are flat, nervous. Namjoon's tail wraps around Taehyung's middle, his hand catches Hoseok's, anchoring them. 

The air around them feels almost delicate, sacred, in the way the afternoon light glides across their skin. You can't look away. It feels like witnessing something private, something you shouldn't see, but you know that couldn't be further from the truth. You're here because they want you to be.

"Are you sure?" Namjoon asks, and his voice is barely above a whisper, stripped of all his usual confidence. "Both of you?"

"Yes," Hoseok breathes, and he's shaking, you can see it, his hands fisting in the sheets. "I want- I've wanted this for so long. To be yours – to belong to both of you. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to admit it."

"Don't be sorry, hyung," Taehyung says, and his voice is thick, his eyes bright with tears that haven't fallen. "We would've waited forever for you."

The wolf hybrid makes a noise of agreement, his throat bobbing. He swallows, trying to steady himself, to find the certainty he needs for all of them. It doesn't come, but he moves anyway. He's the alpha. It's only right that he initiates the mating bites.

He strikes first, fast and sure, his mouth latching onto Taehyung's shoulder. It's all it takes for their instincts to take over. Hoseok's teeth seek out Namjoon's throat immediately, below the jaw where his pulse beats, a soft whine breaking from his throat. And Taehyung, trembling, follows a half-beat later, biting down on Hoseok's neck.

You wince as the blood drips down their skin. It's a flurry of limbs and tails as they quickly move to bite the packmates they haven't yet, completing their bond. Your heart aches at what you only can assume is years of wanting finally being realized - of their bond being sealed.

They stay pressed together for a while, lapping at the wounds and nosing into each other's necks. They murmur things too soft for you to hear, their ears perked and alert as they no doubt pick up on it. When they finally turn to you, their eyes are different. Softer, maybe. Or sharper, more focused. Complete.

They look at you like you're the next thing they need, and the want in it makes your breath hitch.

"Everything okay?" You ask, still frozen, not wanting to ruin the moment before they're ready. You might not understand what a bond feels like, but you do understand the gravity of it.

Taehyung moves first. He's always been the quickest to reach for you, the least guarded, and now, bonded and high on the feeling, he doesn't hesitate. He pulls you down to the nest, his hands warm as he buries his face in your neck and breathes you in, slow and content. 

"You stayed," He murmurs, smiling against your skin. "I knew you would."

"I promised," You say, and he hums, pressing closer.

They all take turns scenting you, nosing into your neck, your hair, your wrists, marking you with their presence. Namjoon's tongue traces the bruise Hoseok left on your neck, and the contact sends a shiver through you, oversensitive and spent. Taehyung nuzzles behind your ear, humming something tuneless and happy.

You clean them up, careful not to touch the actual bites, letting them scent and kiss you all they want while they experience what seems like the euphoria of being mated. Taehyung keeps coming back to your mouth, kisses lazy and uncoordinated, grinning against your lips when he misses and gets your chin instead. He's drunk on the bond, on you being there, and he tells you so, warm and bright, until Hoseok pulls him down to rest his head on your thigh.

As they try to rest and come down from everything, the room goes quiet except for their breathing. You're stroking Taehyung's hair, mindful of the area around his ears, his eyes already heavy. Their heats may have taken the backseat for now, but you suspect it won't be long until they're ready to go again, judging by the flushed hue that has returned to their skin.

You stay awake a little longer, listening to them, feeling the rise and fall of chests against your back, your side, your thigh. Taehyung murmurs something wordless and content, and you feel it too, whatever this is, humming under your skin.

Happiness.

a/n: so... it's been a long time since the last chapter... 🤠 life and my health got in the way of writing this sooner and for that i can only apologize. i have the next six weeks off before i start my new job, so i'm really hoping that i can get at least a few more chapters out before that happens! i hope that some of you are still here and excited for the final six or so chapters of abundance 🥹 i feel really rusty so please let me know if you enjoyed it, it truly boosts my motivation (and will, lol) to write so much!! 💖

You’re just about to crawl in bed when you hear three short knocks on your hotel room door.

Pausing by the foot of your bed, you chance a curious glance at the clock, momentarily thinking it was maybe earlier than you thought it was. But no, the clock reads 2:29 in the morning.

“Who could that be?” You mumble to yourself, letting the duvet slip from your fingers as you make your way over to the door. A quick peek out the peephole reveals a familiar face, and in the next second, you’re moving to open the door; a small, but curious smile on your lips.

“Channie?” You call out softly, meeting his eyes as you open your door fully. He meets your gaze back with a sheepish smile, face bare and eyes twinkling with something close to childlike excitement.

He takes you in, eyes dragging downwards where he notices the baggy shirt (one of his) and a pair of sleep shorts. “Oh,” he calls, face pinching instantly into one of guilt. “Did I wake you?”

You shake your head. “No,” you assure softly. “I was about to sleep, though. What’s up?”

Your eyes flicker across him curiously as well, registering the fact that he’s in a black tank and a pair of black… swim shorts. He’s also got a towel in one hand and his phone in the other.

“Do you want to go swimming with me?”

It’s such an unexpected question that it takes you a genuine moment to register it. You stand there, one hand resting on the door, the other swinging by your side as you blink up at your leader. You remember Han and him talking about wanting to check out the pool earlier, but never bothered to see if they actually did or not. Given Chan’s question, you’re assuming they didn’t.

You hesitate for a second, glancing back towards your bedroom. You had quite literally been about to crawl into bed and fall asleep after a long, exhausting but rewarding day. You were tired, not just physically, but you could feel it in your eyes.

Yet, for some reason, the thought of saying no makes you feel like you’d be missing out on something.

“Sure,” you smile at Chan, nodding at him as his eyes widen in surprise. Clearly, he’d been expecting rejection — something tells you he’d already experienced it. “Let me just change into my swimsuit real quick. Come in.”

“Oh,” Chan blinks. “I can wait outside, it’s—”

Rolling your eyes, you reach forward, taking his wrist in your own and tugging him inside. Chan stumbles in, taken aback by surprise, and with a light smile, you’re shutting the door behind him.

“Thank goodness I decided to pack a swimsuit,” you say to him, leaving him by the door as you make your way into your room and over to your suitcase. “I wasn’t going to bring one because I knew we’d be busy but Felix practically insisted I did. I guess it’s a good thing he did.”

You smile to yourself as you say the words, remembering how the younger boy had nearly thrown a fit when you said you didn’t see the need to. Apparently, Felix thought you silly for not always packing one ‘just in case’, as he’d said, because ‘you never know when the opportunity to go swimming might arise’. You’d rolled your eyes at the time, thinking that of course the Australian boy would have that mindset, but you guess now you owed him a thank you.

Grabbing your bikini, you send a smile to Chan, slipping into the bathroom and shutting it behind you so you can change. You’re deliberate in being quick, not wanting Chan to wait any longer, and after five minutes, you’re slipping back out, meeting his waiting gaze.

You’d kept Chan’s shirt on, it was big and baggy enough to cover up to your upper thigh and you figured no one would really be wandering the halls at two in the morning.

“Okay,” you smile at Chan, “I’m ready.”

Chan wastes no time practically flinging himself into the water.

The second you guys step into the pool, he’s pulling his shirt off, kicking off his shoes, setting his towel and phone on a nearby chair and jumping straight in. You laugh at the sight, shaking your head, coming to a stop right by the pool as you watch him resurface. 

Chan’s back muscles ripple impressively in front of you as he resurfaces, and you allow yourself the small moment to take the sight in, watching as he raises his hands to brush his now wet hair from his face. Of course, you school your expression the second he turns to face you, a soft, boyish smile on his face.

“What’re you waiting for? The water feels great.”

Snorting, you turn, setting your towel and phone down next to where he’d left his. You’re a little more slow and careful in removing your shoes, placing them by the chair with your stuff neatly before moving to grab the hem of your shirt.

It occurs to you then, a passing thought, that this is the first time you’ll be in a bikini in front of Chan. Any time the group had filmed content around or in water, you and the rest of the boys had been carefully covered for filming. You haven't had the chance to go swimming, properly, not for content, with Chan yet. In fact, you’d only gone swimming with Felix and Hyunjin before, but that was a lot different since they were just like brothers to you.

Chan, though? Chan didn’t feel like a brother… not to you at least.

But he was there in the water, waiting for you, and if you hesitated any longer, it’d get awkward. 

Whatever, you think. It was just a bikini and it was just Chan. Regardless of anything, you knew there was no way the boy would ever judge you for the way you looked in a bikini.

Not Chan. Never Chan.

Pulling your arms up, you take your shirt off in one fell swoop, avoiding Chan’s gaze deliberately as you fold the shirt, neatly setting it next to his thrown one. The thought makes you laugh briefly, knowing the boy was usually more neat and organized — he must’ve been really excited to get in the water.

You avoid Chan’s gaze even as you get in the water. As opposed to him, you don’t jump in, choosing to sit at the edge of the pool before lowering yourself in. The water is a little cold, and you hiss slightly as you sink your entire body in the water. To be quick is better, so you dunk your head under before you can think about it any longer, resurfacing after a moment.

It takes you a minute to brush your hair from your face and when you do, Chan is standing right in front of you.

You gasp faintly, surprised at the sight of him so close. Chan flushes, faintly, a light pink dusting across his cheeks as he meets your gaze. “Sorry,” he breathes.

“It’s okay,” you assure, shaking your head with a smile. “Just wasn’t expecting you to be that close.”

And there’s a moment, one long passing moment where you both just stare at each other. There’s something in his gaze as he looks back at you and you think for a moment he might say something… dangerous. Something neither of you have been brave enough to say.

But then, when he finally speaks, he just grins; “wanna race?”

The moment disappears with a blink and you’re careful not to let any disappointment show on your face. Clearly, it was all in your head, like you knew it was. No reason getting upset about it and letting it ruin your fun.

So, mimicking his grin, your eyes sparkle; “you’re on.”

An hour later, the two of you are pressed against the wall of the pool, chests rising and falling with exertion. You’d both spent the past hour acting like actual children, racing each other, doing flips and handstands in the water, and letting yourselves go.

Now, as you stand there, tired but happy, you don’t realize you’re leaning towards Chan until you feel your arm brush against his own.

You both jump apart, wide eyes falling on each other.

“Sorry,” you whisper.

He shakes his head. “You don’t need to apologize.”

And just like that, the moment is back. The one that makes the air thicker, and the one that makes you swear Chan’s gaze is just a little more heavy, a little more telling as he stares back at you.

You swallow thickly.

“This was fun,” you smile, soft and shy. “Thank’s for inviting me.”

Chan nods. “Of course. Thank you for coming.”

You nod too, and silence follows, once again. The both of you stand there, breathless, hair wet, waving in the water, inches apart.

“You, uh… You look nice.”

Blinking, your cheeks warm. “Oh,” you say, voice smaller than you mean it to. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “This is, uh… You know, the first time I’ve seen you in a bikini.”

“It is,” you affirm. “...Do you like it?”

His answer is quick, probably quicker than he means it to be. “Yeah.”

“Oh.”

He inhales sharply. “Oh.” 

You take one small heavy step forward. Chan does too. Your arms are touching again, your chest brushing against his own. He’s close, closer than he’s ever been. You can feel his warm breath on your face and the tension that’s rising with the close proximity. Your eyes flicker from his lips, to his eyes, to back to his lips.

You really want to kiss those lips.

You think he might want to too. Kiss your lips, that is. He’s looking at you in the same way.

You think you’re going to. You lean closer again, almost feeling pulled in, like a rope dragging you closer and closer and suddenly all you can think about is that you want nothing more than to feel his lips against your own.

And then a door slams open.

“Hey!” A voice booms, making the two of you jump, pulling away from each other as you spin towards the entrance. It’s a janitor. “The pools closed after midnight. You two can’t be in there.”

Your cheeks are a bright red. Your heart is racing. You’re humiliated.

Chan’s voice echoes behind you; “o-oh, sorry, sir. We-We’ll get out now.”

The janitor spends one more moment eyeing the two of you before slowly nodding, stepping back out the way he came. He slams the door shut behind him, making you jump, and then, after a moment, you turn back to Chan.

As you meet his eyes, a wave of disappointment floods you.

The moment’s passed. Again. 

“We should probably get out,” Chan says.

“Yeah,” you nod.

He meets your eyes once more, face soft, smile gentle, and then, he turns, moving towards the ladder to get out of the pool. You hesitate a moment, watching him go, unable to hide the deep burn of disappointment coursing through you.

“You coming?” Chan asks, now out of the pool.

“Yeah,” you swallow thickly, moving to follow him. “Yeah. Just give me a moment.”