Our little Hybrid

19

Yoongi pulled her into his embrace, and he sighed at the same time she did. "Eat, kitten; then we are heading to bed, okay?" She nodded against his shoulder, but when he tried to pull away, she didn't let go. He chuckled, and then his hands went to her thighs. He picked Bella up and carried her back to his seat. Jungkook handed him her plate, and after five minutes, he finally convinced her to pull back enough that he could feed her.

"Go lay down, kitten. I'm going to shower, and then I'll be there. Okay?" She nodded, and he felt her yawn before she got up. When he heard his door shut, he fell back into the couch, "fuck, that was sad and hard to hear."

"I feel so bad for her; she doesn't deserve this. Who could hurt someone so cute and tiny?"

Jungkook looked at Tae. Everyone was sad, and he didn't want them to dwell on being miserable. He wanted them all to be happy. So he'll take one for the team. "So are we going to talk about how she wrapped herself around me and rubbed herself all over me? Then, doing it to Hobi, too? Hell, she did it to Yoongi in the car."

They all started laughing, "I was so pissed when you two knocked on the window. She had just spent 10 minutes wiggling in my lap, and then I finally got to kiss her, only for you two idiots to ruin it."

The youngest snorted, "At least she was fully dressed; all she has on under my shirt is a tiny ass pair of pink panties. I legit could feel her nipples and how hot her pussy was." A full-body shudder ran through him, and he groaned, "I've never wanted to live alone as bad as I did at that moment. Like I wished I was an only child right then."

"Yah, how could you? I raised you, and you love your six older brothers. I mean, how could you not love this handsome face?"

"You do remember we met when I was fourteen, right?"

"You are the one talking about being an only child when technically you are."

Yoongi rolled his eyes at Jin, the only one older than him, yet he acted like the youngest 90% of the time. "Well, I'm going to shower and then cuddle our girl. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"Don't spank her too hard; it's been a crazy day because of her emotions."

Yoongi clapped Jungkook's shoulder. "Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything. I want her to trust us, even if I know she'd love it." He opened his door, and Bella was curled up in a little ball, fast asleep on his pillow. It's good he can take his time in the shower because of earlier and after the rubdown in the car.

Feeling the water slide down his body was nice, but it did nothing to calm the fire raging through him. It was unfortunate that her heat was over, and he was jealous that Jimin and Tae had gotten to help her. But she's not ready for that. He got clean, and he couldn't ignore the raging hard-on anymore. So he fisted it. He tried not to think about her, but it was impossible.

She was perfect; if he could draw his dream woman, she'd be it. His thoughts were all over the place; he wanted to see her under him, crying out his name. He knew she'd be a noisy one in bed; he also knew that once she trusted them, she'd thoroughly enjoy getting spanked, and he couldn't wait to see her perfect little ass cheeks all pink from his hands. He'd make sure to kiss it all better before he slammed into her. And with that, he came all over the shower wall.

He was panting and slightly out of breath; that was the strongest orgasm he'd ever had on his own. It was almost as good as when he was fucking; if she can do that without even being there, then he can only imagine how great it'll be when he's hitting her deep with her legs thrown over his shoulders.

He dried off and realized he had forgotten to grab a change of clothes; she was asleep, so he could go in and change. He quietly made his way over to the dresser, taking one last look to make sure she was asleep before he dropped his towel. He slid on his boxers and a pair of pj pants; usually, he'd skip those and the shirt he was putting on, but he wanted her to feel comfortable. As soon as he turned around, she was sitting on the bed, her hands on her thighs, and her head dropped down low.

She was showing complete submission, "What are you doing, Kitten? Did I wake you? I'm sorry?" She shook her head no, and he stalked towards her; he pinched her chin, demanding she look at him. "Use your words, Kitten."

Her eyes blinked open and closed very slowly, and he heard a light purr from her. "You didn't wake me."

"That's good. Then what are you doing? I thought I told you to lay down."

"You did, but you said that I needed to be punished. I didn't want to upset you further." Yoongi sighed, and he sat beside her. She launched herself onto his lap and wrapped her arms and legs around him. "Are you mad at me?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, sounding like she was fighting back tears.

"I'm not mad at you; I've never been mad at you."

"Even when I refused to eat cat food, and you had to feed me chicken?"

Yoongi couldn't help but laugh, "even then. How could I be mad at you? You are my sweet Kitten."

She squeezed him a little tighter; her strength was incredible. "You seemed mad at me when we were at the shelter."

His body flinched; she wasn't wrong; he was hella pissed, but not at her. Yoongi sighed again and pulled her back so he could look at her. The distress on her face was heartbreaking; she started crying and forced herself back to be as close to him as she could. Her face was right in his neck, "please don't push me away. I'm sorry." She whimpered, and it broke his heart.