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Yoongi didn’t have a soft heart, not at all.
But when he had been on his walk home and saw a cute puppy hybrid boy tearing up in the window of the local veterinary, being ignored by people as he peered hopefully at everyone with those big eyes until they passed by without looking at him? One must have to be a soulless bastard to not feel their hearts softening, he thought.
And then the dog had made eye contact with him and he had gotten a tiny teary smile and licked the window, bouncing a bit happy with the attention. He looked down rubbing his face and making mental calculations. Okay. Okay. He would be some tight with money until the end of the year and he may have to cancel out his vacations but…
He sighed and crossed the street and an hour later he had the boy chipped and registered as Taehyung Min.
“Do you like it? Taehyung Min?” he had asked and the kid had run around him rubbing himself around him making half barks, which was all cute and everything until he peed from the emotion against his leg.
The kind veterinary with a heart smile had told him that Taehyung was usually very friendly, but he had been crying since his closest friend, a kitten hybrid called Jimin, had been bought early that very same morning, leaving the poor puppy alone. Yoongi felt his heart aching, even more, knowing that, and had bought the biggest bone to go.
Hybrids had been the center of the controversy of human and animal rights for quite some time. They looked like humans except in their distinctive features like ears, tails or something special from their species, but they had completely different brains, which were more animal than human, guided more by their instincts than reasoning. According to extensive research, most only reached the intelligence of a child.
Yoongi neither liked or disliked them, it rubbed him wrong to look at someone that seemed human being treated as a pet, but right now as he got Taehyung’s leash, he figured that if he was going to have one he could give him a better and more dignified life.
“This is your new home,” he said to Taehyung as they arrived home, later that day.
He looked as the boy sniffed around very curious, getting scared a couple of times and returning to him so he could scratch his floppy light brown ears that matched his hair before taking off to explore again.
“Taehyung? Could you come here?” he said after a while, and it was so cute hearing the tiny steps hurrying his way.
“M-master!” the boy articulated in his childlike voice going to sit in front of him in the floor, waiting like a good boy.
Yoongi looked at him “I am not your master” he stated calmly. Taehyung looked at him confused. He looked so much like a ten and something years old normal boy.
“I am not your owner or your master. I am the big person that takes care of you. Okay? A....caretaker”
Taehyung frowned a bit, not understanding “Not master?” he asked and Yoongi nodded but that seemed to agitate Tae “Back? Taking me back?” his eyes filled with tears.
“No no no! Just not master. You will stay here with me, just not...master” said Yoongin panicking a little, reaching to pet the hybrid.
It took him two whole weeks for Taehyung to stop crying when he told him not to call him master and another month so he could call him only Yoongi or hyung.
Yoongi had been thinking about getting a pet for a long time after Holly had gone to dog’s heaven. But just buying another dog to calm his aching heart seemed cheap. He might have even gone for a cat if he hadn’t seen Taehyung on the window.
The first years were tricky. Having adopted him not quite a newborn but not an adult either, he had come into his late childhood days. Hybrids went through a quick maturing process, coming from the altered genes. They went from babies to adults in just five years, remaining as such for almost as much as a normal human.
Time passed in a blur, as he bought clothes after clothes for the quickly increasingly large dog boy, and taught him how to do things by himself and even read, it seemed so weird to him that people wouldn’t even teach their hybrids how to talk properly, most seemed to think about them truly as animals. His Taehyungie was exceptionally smart, and he was so happy at the end of the day to find him on the couch whenever he came home, relax and smile talking or cuddling with him.
“Don’t you think it’s weird?” asked Seokjin over his soju. They had gone after work (chef and producer respectively,) downtown for drinks in a barbecue place, where they had been getting drunk steadily for the past couple of hours.
“What?” he replied to his best friend.
“I mean...you should get a girlfriend. Boyfriend. Someone. Your pet can’t fill all your emotional needs. Or your sexual ones” pointed out the older one leaning on his hand to talk closer to him.
Yoongi felt his face getting kinda red, pulling away from him and looking around hoping no one had caught that “Aish. So what? I can live without that, hyung” he muttered taking a gulp of his own soju.
Seokjin sighed “Right. But what about Taehyungie? You might want to die alone, but isn’t he an adult already? You have never mated him with another hybrid right? He must be so lonely” he teased him shaking his head and taking out his phone to advance a level in his game.
That night Yoongi stumbled on his way home, walking to sober himself a little, and he kept thinking about it. Was Taehyungie lonely?
Maybe Seokjin was right. Maybe he had been selfish, and he felt like he didn’t need anyone else and hadn’t considered that maybe Tae did.
He reached home feeling his heart aching. Almost with the sound of the keys he heard his puppy already at the other side of the door, making tiny whimpers, and felt his heart warm.
When he opened he got received as always by Taehyung getting his arms around him. He was taller than him now and looked like his own age, a normal twenty-something except for the fluffy tail and the ears behind a cute bandana. He hugged him back sighing, as much as he complained about it the hybrid never let him enter the house without a warm hug and honestly? he loved it.
Taehyung let him go and pulled back squinting a bit sniffing a bit “Alcohol” he said pouting a bit. Ah, also my pet doesn’t let me do many vices, he thought amused in the back of his head.
“Yes, sorry. Seokjin hyung wanted to go drinking” he apologized taking his shoes off going inside his small apartment and collapsing on the couch.
As expected, the dog hybrid moved to get between his arms, blanketing his smaller figure as he settled on top of him.
“Taehyung-ah” he felt himself saying “are you lonely?” he asked already falling asleep.
He felt the boy shifting on his arms, looking up to him and then down, squishing his cheek against his chest.
“Yes”
Ah.
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The good thing about hangovers for Min Yoongi was that he almost never felt too shitty the next morning after drinking, and he could joke about his suspiciously healthy liver. The bad thing was that he always remembered what he did while he was intoxicated and foolish.
And now he was aware that Taehyung wanted a mate.
As any practical man, he tried to put his personal discomfort with the idea aside (wasn’t Taehyung too young? too soft? too innocent for that?!) and started trying to bring up the subject, but the dog hybrid always distracted him asking to play with him or begging for treats or wanting to go for a walk.
And as much as no one would suspect him to be, he was a sucker for Taehyung and ended up with the mandatory leash unused as they walked around with the taller man who just loved to chase butterflies.
A week after the confession, as he called it in his mind, he was back from work with several brochures. Once they went through the hug he went to sit in his couch
“I have something for you” he said and looked up to see Taehyung’s earnest happy expression and his tail wagging.
“Really hyung?” the dog asked smiling “Ah I want to see, wanna see wanna see” he chanted turning on his spot a couple of times before going to sit next to him.
Yoongi opened his bag, and out several brochures that went from medical to only pictures, meant to be for the hybrids. They were all about arranged matings.
He couldn’t even talk as Taehyung stood up, with a stormy expression and ran away ignoring him calling his name, and locked himself in the bathroom.
That feeling he had been having about the hybrid not wanting to talk about it?
Probably true.
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None of the techniques he tried to coax Taehyung into talking with him helped. One mention of matings and the puppy got such a serious and pissed expression that Yoongi ended up fumbling and dropping the subject awkwardly.
None of his vague suggestions that he could choose, that it didn’t need to be a permanent mating bond, or that he didn’t mind seemed to do the trick, if any, he got Tae more and more pissed.
“I’m going with Kookie” ended up saying Taehyung standing up and going to the front door. Namjoon was his downstairs neighbor and he had a bunny hybrid called Jungkook (except no one called him that, only Kookie,) that had become friends with Taehyung. They had the agreement that if one wanted to visit the other they could just go on their own to the other’s apartment and hang there if their owners agreed.
“At least wear shoes,” he said out loud, from the force of habit as he heard him going out. Taehyung had adapted to wear human clothes as long as they were soft and comfortable, but he had never ever adapted to shoes. He hated them with a burning passion.
Namjoon let him be barefoot at his house too. In a lot of ways, it was a good arrangement and one that sometimes got Yoongi some time to himself.
Not that he didn’t love Taehyung, but lately things had been quite tense and uh, he had gotten really frustrated.
Even if he told Seokjin he didn’t need anyone else to satisfy himself sexually, that meant that task had to fall forcefully on himself.
As any twenty-eight years old, he had the usual physiological urges that he was supposed to have. Shut up.
Ten minutes after Tae had left he could assume he had been received at Namjoon’s, so he went to his bedroom and took off all his clothes.
Shit, it had been too long.
He put on some music, that always got him in the mood, and prepared everything to get himself absolutely wrecked. Not having a partner didn’t mean that he was gonna half-ass one of the few chances he had to treat himself so he took out his drawer with toys, picking one of the big ones. Fuck yeah.
A few minutes after he was already panting as he fisted his cock, dripping with lube, slowly.
He lied on his back on his bed, eyes closed as he tried picturing his favorite scenarios, or the porn he had seen the other day with the volume muted as Taehyung napped spooning him.
God that had felt so good, having someone warm all pressed against him...shit. No, it was just that it felt good it wasn’t that it was Tae.
If someone would spoon him, maybe...maybe he would be sleepy too, both sleepy, because sleeping is so good, both sleepy as someone would start rubbing himself against his ass…
Fuck, yes, maybe grab his hip, someone grabbing his hips, and start thrusting as he got harder making Yoongi feel all that hot cock all hard for him…
He ended up moaning kinda loud, covering his mouth and moving his hand across the bed until he found was he was looking for, the dildo and his lube. Impatient he dripped a spoonful on top of it and moved before it could drip on the bed, getting on fours and starting to finger himself as he rubbed the thing against his hole
Yeah, someone manhandling him would be so much better, someone bigger that would push him against the bed and rub himself against his ass. Yoongi wouldn’t have to do much, only spread his legs like this and beg for it... go on fuck me, come on, good boy…
Good boy???
Oh shit.
He opened his eyes a bit alarmed with himself but…
He had seen Taehyung’s dick. Shit, that thing was so big, with a knot. Probably made a lot of cum as he rubbed himself against Yoongi’s ass. He wouldn’t open him with his fingers, but maybe...would Taehyung lick him? With that big tongue, lick him until he was all opened up and then force his little ass on his big cock?
Fuck...fuck..
Yoongi pushed the dildo inside himself panting and moaning feeling all dirty and hot, but he couldn’t stop thinking about him as he started fucking himself
Yesyesyes, just like this, good boy, fuck me like a bitch, I’m your bitch, fuck me until i can’t walk, knot me...fuck, know me, fucking breed me, yes yes Tae…
“Tae” he moaned out loud accidentally as he spilled on the bed, coming untouched as he pushed the dildo a couple of times more completely inside himself.