|| Safe House || BTS x Reader

Part 21 (M)

[!Warning!: Smut ahead! Although it is not the whole chapter. Smut ends after the page break: *~*~*~*]

Hobi quickly placed you on the bed and peeled your shirt off rapidly. His desire for you burned hotter with each throb of Yoongi's and Namjoon's mark on his body. He considered dragging the both of them with him but knew that eventually, the possessiveness would make him violent if they tried to touch you or each other. His eyes stared at the mark on your chest. You were his. For the first time in his life, something belonged to him. Tears began to fills his eyes and sting his nose.

"Hobi, sunshine, is everything okay?" you sat up and cupped his face. Hobi nodded and pulled back a little, he quickly rubbed the tears away.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, it's just...Are you really mine?"

"Of course, I am. Your mark is on me, I'm yours. Yoongi and Namjoon too. You're part of the inter-pack," you brushed your fingers through his reddish hair to soothe him.

"I can't believe it...I just...I'm scared."

"Of what, sunshine? Markings are forever. We're not going away,"

"What if I wake up and this is all a dream? What if...What if I wake up and instead of you or Namjoon or Yoongi beside me, I'm back in my old mattress...waiting for mistress' orders. What if I'm in the middle of a punishment right now and my mind is just hallucinating?"

"Hobi... It's not a dream," you crawl onto his lap and pulled his shirt off. You then pushed him down to hover over his body, "This is all real and it's all happening. Let me show you,"

You dipped down and kissed his neck then lightly bit it before sucking, leaving your own mark on him. Hobi grabbed your waist and let out a soft moan. His head tilted to let you more space to suck. You bit harder before grinding your core against Hobi. His grip on you tightened and his feet twitched at the sensation.

"You convinced this isn't a dream, yet?" you asked while sitting back and admiring the hickey on his neck.

"Not yet...maybe I need a little more," he grinned.

"Get naked, I'll give you all the proof you need," you climbed off to take the rest of your clothes off. Hobi obeyed and tossed his clothes far away. He laid back down on the bed with his erection standing tall.

As you climbed onto the bed, you took the time to admire his slender but muscular figure. His beautiful skin showed scars of different sizes and severity. You assumed they were cuts from a knife or something. Although some scars looked like burn marks. The worst one was probably on his shoulder. Your fingers skated through his skin as you touched every mark that looked like a scar. There were too many to count. You cursed his past mistress for abusing your wonderful, bright, mate. If you ever met her, you swore to inflict the same amount of pain.

Watching you stare at him, Hobi's arms slowly covered his body, "I know...it's ugly..."

"It's not," you grabbed his hands and positioned your core on top of his member. You began to rub yourself against him, coating his dick with your juices, "I think they're beautiful, but if you want to wear a shirt, I won't stop you,"

Hobi did want to wear a shirt, but as he watched you pleasure yourself against his painfully hard cock, his lust took over and he stopped caring about what he looked like. All he could concentrate on was his beautiful goddess and nothing else. Hobi sat up and grabbed your hips. He moved you back and forth against him enthusiastically. You let out a moan while gripping his shoulders for stability. Soon he lifted himself to his elbows to capture one of your nipples into his mouth.

His tongue swirled around one of your hardened buds and he nipped around it gently. You let out a whimper but only let your head fall back a little while you pushed your chest up against his face. Because of how Namjoon and Yoongi were, you had gotten used to being bitten around this area. The two had somehow Pavlov'd you into enjoying the sensation. One of Hobi's hands traveled from your hip to knead one of your breasts before pinching and tugging it lightly. At this, you let out a pleasured grunt.