His Kitten

Help Him

"Y/n c-could you help me get to my room?" Asked Taehyung as they approached the front door.

You looked over to him. In a matter of minutes, he went from perfectly healthy to sweaty and pale.

"Of course, but Taehyung, what's wrong? Are you sick?"

"J-Just help me get to my room, please." He leaned on you for support but he kept his eyes on the floor, as if trying to avoid looking at you.

Eventually, you were able to help Taehyung to his room to which he muttered out a brief, "thank you, kitten", then slammed the door in your face.

All night, you could here him groaning in pain all the way across the hallway behind the closed door. You had knocked on the door several times only for him to gruffly tell you to go away. It hurt, but you were sure he had his reasons. Morning came and there were still no changes in Taehyung's condition.

"Shouldn't we get a doctor or something?" You argued with the maid who was stopping you from barging in.

"P-Please, madam, you don't understand!" the maid protested holding you back, "You shouldn't go in there!"

You were about to break free from here grasp and go in anyway until you saw her face. She looked so desperate to keep you out of the room. You were sure that she would get in trouble with Taehyung if she didn't keep you out.

"Very well," you conceded, "but could you at least tell me what's wrong with him?"

"Well this happens a couple times a year on average and master just waits it out."

"Yes, but what's wrong with him?" You pressed further.

"Heat, madam," she sighed, "heat." She left to go do more housework after you assured her you wouldn't go in.

Heat?

You thought to yourself. You know that Taehyung had explained it to you once, but you couldn't really remember what it was. But you didn't feel bad about it, you had been too focused on how amazing it felt for him to scent you to listen. You technically could have asked the maid, but you couldn't help but be embarrassed at your lack of knowledge, or moreover, lack of memory. You sighed and walked into your bedroom, closing the door and flopped on the bed. Without Taehyung beside you, you realized just how boring the mansion was. You started singing random shit you remembered from your childhood, hoping to pass the time.

"A potato flew around my room before you ca-"

*knock knock*

Finally!

"Come in!" You shouted excitedly thinking it was Taehyung, only to be both disappointed and surprised.

"Oh, Namjoon! What brings you here?"

The lion hybrid greeted you with a dimpled smile, "Hello, Y/n. I wanted to come congratulate you and Taehyung on convincing my father that you were trustworthy, but the maids told me Taehyung is currently, um, incapacitated at the moment."

"Yeah," you agreed, "He's not doing too well at the moment."

Namjoon nodded, then there was an awkward silence until he cleared his throat.

"May I ask you a question?"

"Of course," you smiled.

"Um," Namjoon paused, "If you two, y'know are together, why aren't you, uh, helping him?"

This made you frown, "Help him with what?"

"His heat."

"And how would I do that?"

"He hasn't told you about heats?" Namjoon asked.

That's when what Taehyung had said hit you like a truck.

"I thought only female hybrids entered heat?"

"They're the only ones who have one regularly, like a human female's period," corrected Taehyung, "However, male hybrids can enter heat if hormonally triggered, usually when they are sexually frustrated or want to do "it" with their mate. But both male and female heats can be satisfied with actual sexual contact with another."

Oof

Stupid, Y/n

You must have been blushing really hard because Namjoon tried to console you.

"Well, of course you don't have to do it immediately! It's just that you and Taehyung looked so ready to be together and now that my father gave you two his blessing, Taehyung's hormoes must be driving him crazy."

Oh fuck

"But I understand if you're not ready and so does Taehyung. That's probably why he's locked himself in his room."

Namjoon stayed for an hour more and you two talked about random stuff and then he left. Leaving you wondering, should you help Taehyung?

You love him, there's no denying that, but were you ready to lose your virginity? Dedicate your life to one person?

You had your answer after only a few minutes of thinking. You pulled out a box, a surprise you had been saving and prepared yourself. You were sure you were overthinking, but you couldn't help but feel worried. What if he didn't want you that way? He's probably never thought about your body before.

(Haha if only you knew)

After a couple of minutes mentally preparing yourself, you walked across the hallway and entered Taehyung's room unannounced.

There he was sweating profusely, pale and in absolute pain.

"Y-Y/n!" He looked surprised, "You have to get out of here!"

"No Taehyung," you stated firmly, "I'm here to help."

"But the only way to do that is to-"

"I know."

"I'll mark you!"

"I know."

"That means we'll be together forever."

"I know."

"You really are ready to mate with me?" He asked with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

In response, you grabbed him by his shirt and smashed his lips against yours. He reacted instantly, hungrily sucking on your lips. You pulled away and answered with words.

"Yes, Taehyung. I'm ready. I love you."

His eyes widened and you realized it was the first time he had heard you say that to him. You repeated it, just for good measure.

"I love you, Kim Taehyung."

"I love you too, Y/n, so fucking much." He pulled you into his arms and held you close. You could already feel his boner poking you. You smiled naughtily and wondered how what you did next would affect him.

"Hey Taehyung," You let your robe fall from your shoulders revealing, your lacy underwear secretly acquired while shopping

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Yep, you were about to get fucked up good.