Summary: You and Hoseok have been best friends since you were young. Your friendship with him, was struck as odd since you were a cat hybrid, while he was a dog hybrid. But that didn’t matter, that is until you both start attending university. What happens when one of you unexpectedly goes into heat?
Pairing: Jhope x Reader
Genre: Smut (M), hybrid!au, Cat hybrid reader, Dog hybrid Jhope
Word Count : 5.5k
A/N: This story contains graphic descriptions of sex, cum play, bondage, oral, etc. Heavy dom/sub undertones. Lmao this is just a sinful read. I’m a sucker for hybrid aus, so i had to make one ;) Anywho, this is a mature read! You have been warned!
You’ve known Hoseok since you were nine years old. At the
time, you were just a quiet little kitten, who didn’t have many friends.
Hoseok, was an annoying hyperactive puppy, who everybody adored in your class.
He didn’t really bother you that much, until you became desk partners. That’s
when he thought it was okay to pop your ‘personal space bubble’ and sniff you,
every second he got.
“Why do you keep
trying to smell me!” the nine-year-old you shouted. This was the third time you
caught him in the act, ever since you became seat mates a week ago.
“I’m part canine!
That’s what we always do!” Hoseok explained, with a smile on his face. He
didn’t really know you that much, only that you were always super quiet. But he
wanted to change that, he wanted a feline as a friend for once.
“Well can you stop?
Its kinda weird,” you replied uncomfortably.
Including you, there
were only two other cat hybrids in your class, the rest were a split between
bunny, dog, and fox hybrids. Thus, you were extremely uncomfortable with this
puppy trying to get up all in your space. Besides, you were quite afraid of dog
hybrids since they could become aggressive easily.
“No, you’re weird,”
the puppy joked.
You finally turn to
glare at him, then let a hiss seethe through your teeth.
So I actually had a gift for Stealths as a way to encourage them and something I had in mind since they had that bit of a breakdown and needed a break. This isn’t actually it because my computer restart on me and I didn’t save. But I’m still gonna redo it! So @stealthnerd is going to get 2 encouraging gifts for having such a rough time, but is still going and hanging in there! I hope you like this one!
*Jimin loves dying his hair. Cotton candy pink, tangerine orange, platinum blonde, silver, you name it. He’s probably done it. He does so in hopes that he’ll see someone with the exact same shade as him to identify his soulmate.
*Jungkook is simple, he doesn’t plan on changing his black hair but his soulmate has different ideas.
*He wakes up one day with a shock of baby pink hair and chokes on a scream. Brown was fine, blonde was fine, hell even orange or red was fine. But now he looks like a poofy cone of cotton candy and that totally clashes with the ocean blue t-shirt he was planning on wearing.
*Jungkook grumbles while he tugs his black sweater sweater over his head, the only thing that looked okay in his eyes. His friends were never going to let him live down his image as the puffball he so vehemently denied being.
*Jimin walks to his first class with a bounce in his step, feeling fresh with his new hair color. He spots a tuft of pastel pink hair in the distance and frowns because he thought he was the only one on campus to try that hair color first.
*But then the boy catches sight of him and starts charging in his direction, finger pointed straight at him. Jimin points at his own chest, “Me?”
* “YOU! OF ALL COLORS!” And then it clicks, the fuming boy in front of him (he kind of looks like a puffed up bunny…) is his soulmate, which is why he had the same hair color. So his strategy did work after all.
*Jimin envelops him in a hug immediately, catching Jungkook off-guard and effectively shutting him up.
* “Nice to meet you soulmate! My name is Jimin! What’s your name?” The cheeriness drains the irritation out of Jungkook and replaces it with sudden shyness and a tiny squeak of “J-Jungkook.”
*Later, Jimin manages to convince Jungkook to let him keep the pink hair for a few weeks until he dyes it back to a soft hazel brown. He agrees on the condition that Jimin lets him borrow his sweaters since his clothes happen to match the crazy colors better than Jungkook’s collection of plain t-shirts.
2. Complete the Heart
*Jungkook has half of a black and white chrysanthemum flower imprinted on his wrist, incomplete until he meets his soulmate. At least that’s what the expert who looked at his wrist said.
*He meets Jimin through Taehyung and feels himself crushing hard immediately. His face falls in disappointment when he sees that the half of a flower on Jimin’s wrist is a black and white dahlia, the flower he sees all the time on Hoseok hyung’s wrist.
*But Jimin grabs his wrist once he sees it, eyes lighting up in excitement. “I finally met you! I’ve been looking for my soulmate for years!”
*Jungkook looks at him in confusion, because his soulmate is Hoseok hyung, not him no matter how much he wants it to be.
*Then Jimin puts their wrists side-by-side and Jungkook’s eyes widen as they complete each other perfectly. “I thought…isn’t your flower a dahlia?”
*Jimin smiles at him, “No, a lot of people mistake it for dahlia flowers, but it’s actually a chrysanthemum. They look really similar don’t they?”
*Jungkook’s mouth quirks up in a smile because he got what he wanted for once in his life.
3. Mental Link
*Voices start sounding in Jungkook’s head once he turns 18 which means his soulmate had turned 18 before him, his hyung.
*At first he was annoyed, but he learned to tune it out when necessary.
*Jimin was pleasantly surprised when he heard a soft, breathy voice in his head beside his. He decided he loved his soulmate’s voice the moment he heard it.
*They’d met rather quickly, deciding on a cafe they both knew. Jungkook was very thankful he’d gotten lucky enough to meet his wonderful soulmate so early.
*Their mental connection is rather handy. Jungkook has troubles in math so Jimin tells him what to do in his head during a test. That doesn’t count as cheating…right?
*When Jimin is bored in philosophy class (listening to Namjoon go on and on about the wonders of philosophy), he talks to Jungkook in his head. But that just means he randomly bursts out into laughter which makes everybody look at him weirdly.
*Jimin gets worried when the voice in his head isn’t there. Turns out Jungkook is just spacing out and literally has no thoughts running through his head which explains the silence. He smacks the younger on the head when they see each other again.
*Another time Jimin wants to hit his soulmate is when Jungkook reads hardcore smut and forgets that yes, Jimin can hear him reading out loud in his head. What’s worse is that Jimin needs to keep a straight face while he gives this presentation on the male anatomy.
4. Red Strings
*Jimin has always been fascinated by the thing red string tied to his pinky, seeming to never end until he found his soulmate.
*On the other hand, Jungkook gets annoyed. He has to tug at it in irritation when it gets caught on the car door or gets tangled up and knotted. But he doesn’t dare cut it loose, scared of breaking the bond.
*Jimin’s side of the string is smooth and intact while Jungkook’s side is frayed and little worn-down but still good.
*Jimin decides to follow his string on a whim. Jungkook feels a tugging on his pinky and yanks at it, brushing it off.
*The tugging gets more frequent until he yanks one more time and a small ‘oof’ is heard. He looks up and sees Jimin sprawled on the ground, Jungkook’s sudden yank on the string he was following pulling him down.
* “Oh. My. God. I’m so sorry!” Jungkook helps him up immediately, not fully registering that he found his soulmate.
*They spend the time getting to know each other (well Jungkook can’t even look Jimin in the eye yet), swapping phone numbers and promising to text.
*Jungkook plays with his string at night, tugging on it and wondering if Jimin can feel it on the other side.
*Jimin often fiddles with the string when he’s nervous like he can feel Jungkook’s presence on the other side and relaxes.
New environments were never a comforting thought for a young
child. Y/FN Y/LN was no exception. Having moved into a new suburban home close
to her kindergarten, Y/N didn’t have many friends to begin – if any at all. The
world seemed too big for her tiny mind. Five years of living and Y/N was still
as shy as they come.
The first day of kindergarten arrived, and Y/N wanted to
show off her new glitter shoes – the ones that glow and sparkle in the sunlight
when she’d walk. Of course, she was way too shy to ever ask her classmates what
they thought, and to her, it was almost as if they never cared. Swinging her
feet as she sat in her chair, listening to the teacher introduce herself, Y/N
bowed her head, shamefully staring at the shoes she thought would bring her
A tiny, chubby cheeked boy with straight black hair turned
his attention towards Leg-Swinger, her pretty hair put up in pigtails as her
shiny shoes rocked back and forth. His straight and stern face was tough for a
fellow five-year-old, his eyes staring at the little girl across the room
intently. Diverting his attention back to the teacher, the little dark-haired
boy began to swing his feet.
Mrs. Park had finally released the tiny children, sending
them off to the playground. The sun beamed down as Y/N sat on the edge of the
sand box, her tiny legs burying her shoes and hiding the glitter. It was
embarrassing – all the other little girls had regular pink Barbie shoes and the
boys had their trucks and racecars. Y/N had glitter.
“I like your shoes, lady.” A tiny, squeaky voice piped up
from behind Y/N, making her tiny body shake and whirl around. Her eyes landed
on a timid boy, his hands wringing the hem of his shirt as his hard gaze met
her surprised face.
“Y-you do?” Y/N questioned, pink rushing to her cheeks. A
reassuring and forceful hum rumbled his throat as he nodded vigorously. His
black hair bounced as he nodded.
“I’m Jungkookie,” the little boy nervously pointed, “Who are
Y/N’s nose crinkled as she crossed her arms over her chest,
“I’m not lady, Jungkookie.”
“Then who are you?”
“Y/N,” Jungkook swallowed, “You’re pretty.” He blurted out
before running away, the dirt flying from his shoes as he ran.
“Wait!” Y/N called out, watching him disappear into the
playground slides. Turning back to face the shoes buried in sand, Y/N’s legs
slowly pulled out, letting the sand fall off from the glitter.
The word BOBE came to me in a dream. It sounds like Boba, but with the “eh” sound instead of the “ah”, and the exact meaning was lost when I woke up, but the general feeling it gave me was the color pink.