BTS SMUT (ONE SHOTS)

•Carnal Cupidity¹• KTH

Feeling the bed dip beneath his weight when he joins you, hesitant fingers hovering over your waist when you could practically hear him swallow the lump down his throat, should not have to make you feel like this. You should not have to feel this irritated at his presence when you’d been counting down the minutes for him to come home earlier. Now he’s finally next to you, all you feel is dread weighing down your chest.

“Baby? Are you sleeping?”

To say he woke you up with those lowly whispered words would be a lie, and as much as you’d like to pretend you were asleep, that would also be one.

“You smell like wet dog.” is your monotone response when your body does nothing to acknowledge the warmth of his. You want to envelop yourself in his heat, the wolf genes spiking his natural temperature to that of a hot stove. On better days, better nights, you’d like nothing more than to curl your limbs around every part of his body you could get a hold on, pressing your chest eagerly against his while he warms your back with his arms. But not tonight.

“Babe…”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses anymore, Taehyung.”

A defeated sigh sounds from behind you, and although you’re determined to quite literally give him the cold shoulder, lying with your back facing him, you can’t help but feel a treacherous curiosity about what kind of expression his face is sporting right this moment. Guilty? Angry? Annoyed?

“It was just a harvest run… I know, it was unexpected but there’s a new moon tonight and…”

The words die in his throat mid-sentence, needing more time to weigh over his words carefully as to not make them sound exactly like an excuse. You don’t have to face him to know he was worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You still could’ve called to say you were going on a run tonight.” you counter, voice meant to be firm but coming out more exhausted than anything else. You were so done listening to him endlessly trying to justify his actions with half assed apologies when a ten second phone call or even a damn text could’ve prevented the unpleasant conversation you were forced to have with him, yet again.

“My phone was still in the pocket of my jeans when i shifted…The pack-”

The word triggers something within you, your cool annoyance quickly escalating into sheer anger and pent up frustrations rising to the surface when you finally turn around to sit up and look at him so he could see your face as you bark the words you’ve desperately been holding in until they burst.

“Sure, the pack! It’s always that stupid pack, isn’t it?! The pack this, the pack that, packpackpack! It’s all that fucking matters to you!”

He looks slightly taken aback by your sudden outburst, mouth gaping in surprise and eyes wide in shock, but not for long.

Sometimes, you’d rather forget about the fact that alpha blood runs through his veins, but how could you when he towers over you like the giant wolf he is, growling from deep within his chest. The guilt-stricken pup long gone now you’d dared to insult the pack. His pack.

“Just because i fell in love with you, does not mean i’m going to disregard everything i am, everything i’ve ever known, everything i’ve been made for and raised to be! Don’t expect me to apologize for not playing house like a weak human all the fucking time!” He bites back. The stern, dominant tone in his voice, created to make a large group of huge, angry and instinct-driven wolves cower before him in ultimate submission, doesn’t miss its effect on you either when a shiver crawls down your spine. You hate it when he uses his packmaster voice against you, thundering from his throat like a force of nature.