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*It's instinct for Hoseok to want to breed while he's in heat. To everyone else, they'd call it a kink
Kiyomi finishes washing the final dish of the night and sets it in the drying rack. She dries her hands on some paper towel and throws it into the trash. A typical night for her. Making dinner, eating and doing the dishes before she cuddles up with Hoseok.
The only thing missing is said man.
She walks into the dining room and looks at the plate of now cold food. Steak, oven roasted vegetables and scalloped potatoes. A meal that Hoseok would have devoured and ate seconds of, he's missed. That's the third meal he's gone without today, for the second day in a row.
It was the same yesterday. He didn't eat, he barely came out of the room. When he did come out to use the bathroom, he moved too quickly for Kiyomi to see him. Even on two feet, he's still a lot faster than most, a lot faster than her.
Another problem. She's sure that Hoseok has not shifted in days. At least five. Usually that wouldn't be a problem. That's a personal choice and he's chosen not to do it. However, it's the beginning of September. Hex has been shedding like crazy as his winter coat grows in. If Hoseok goes too long without shifting, he'll leave a trail of hair in his wake when he does.
The carpet, the couches, the recliners. Kiyomi will be pissed having to clean all of that and still have to brush him out.
She sighs and picks his plate up, going to the kitchen to put it in a Tupperware container. When she's finished, she walks up the stairs to Hoseok's room.
She knocks on the door and calls his name. She gets no response and knocks again. Again, no response. Putting her ear against the door, she hears nothing. It's silent. That worries her.
Kiyomi opens the door and is quickly pulled inside. Her back is against the wall and Hoseok's hands are on either side of her head. The room is a vastly different temperature than the rest of the house. It feels like a sauna in here.
His skin is damp as he sweats. His bangs are sticking to his forehead. His white beater is sticking to his skin, showing her the perfect outline and contour of his chest and torso. Unbuckled and unzipped, his belt and jeans hang loosely around his hips. The band of his black Balenciaga boxers shows.
Hoseok licks his lips as he stares down at Kiyomi. His chest rises and falls as he breathes heavy. He is less than a foot from her, trying to stay be both away from her and as close as possible.
"What do you need?"
"I- I came to check on you. You didn't eat anything yesterday... or today." She says, nervous and a little intimidated by his current demeanor.
"I'm not hungry for food. Didn't I tell you that I need to cool off for a couple of days?"
Yes. He did. But she didn't think that he meant literally. She knows that he was upset a few days ago about something. He never told her what it was but he was brooding.
"You have to eat... and it's stifling in here. You should open a-."
"No." He cuts her off. Opening the window would cause more problems than it would solve.
"You're burning up, Hoseok."
Her hands touch his skin, much cooler in contrast to the searing heat that he feels. He swallows thickly at the feeling of her skin against him. He closes his eyes and tries to maintain his composure through breathing.
"You smell good." He says quietly as he puts his head in her neck, brushing his lips against her skin. Her heart rate picks up and she closes her eyes. His lips kiss her skin softly.
"Hoseok." She says his name breathlessly as she puts her head back, allowing him more access.
His fists ball against the wall and he sucks on her skin, leaving a hickey that will bruise before the night is over. Hoseok brings his head up to look at her.
"You're so pretty, Kiyomi. Do you know that? So beautiful." He pushes her hair out her face and lightly strokes his fingers against her skin. She looks him in the eyes and sees how dilated his pupils are.
"You're the prettiest woman I've ever laid eyes on. It makes me feel so..." He trails off as he leans his forehead against hers.
His left hand loosely holds her neck, his right stabilizes himself on the wall by her head again. Kiyomi gulps as she licks her lips. Her throat is running dry and her body is warm to the touch.
"I could fill you..."
Hoseok's thumb rubs across her bottom lip as their breath mingles.
"... with the prettiest babies. I want one. No, three. Do you think that you could carry four for me?"
His voice is deep, raspy from the lust and dryness of his throat. His request is driven by instinct; one that he'd definitely follow through on if not for the birth control implant in her arm.
"I think that you can. You are so beautifully sculpted. Your hips are well rounded. I know that you could do it for me." His lips touch hers as he speaks.
He kisses her hesitantly, gently... as if he's testing his own waters. His fingers wrap around her throat as they kiss. Kiyomi's hands grip the sides of his damp tank top. Hoseok puts his body against hers and she feels the prominent bulge of his groin.
She gasps and grips his shirt tighter.
"It hurts, Kiyomi." He licks his lips and gulps. "It hurts so bad. And I could bury myself into you. I could ruin you in a single night.."
She rubs her thighs together for friction. Unable to say anything, she swallows thickly. Stuck in a lust driven trance, her voice has taken its leave.
"I could make you cum until you're weak... until your curls are a mess and your mascara is running. Until you give me the relief that I know you can."
Kiyomi's panties are dampened with arousal as Hoseok's hand smoothly slides up to grab her jaw.
"You're so wet that I can smell you. I want you to coat my dick in your gloss while I fuck it back into you."
Her breathing is just as heavy as his, causing her to whimper involuntarily. A dark smirk forms on his lips as he presses a long kiss to her cheek.
"Can you do that for me? Will you let me?"
A|N This idea has been in my head for like a month. Idk what imma do with it yet...
