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ally22042000 · 3 years

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Linked by fate

Shifting

Werewolf AU

Fluff, Angst

OT7 x Reader

Pack Alpha: Namjoon Alpha: Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkook Beta: Seokjin, Yoongi, Taehyung Omega: Y/N

Wordcount: 1.7K

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A/N: Hey, guys. I hope you are going to like this chapter. I was thinking about creating little mood boards, so you have an overview of their fur colour, etcetera. Let me know what you think about that. -Ally

It was in elementary when your animal instincts slowly started to make their appearances. While the position a wolf had was clear from birth, their natural behaviours didn’t start to show until later into their upbringings. Unhurriedly the process begins during childhood and steadily takes over more of their senses. The stronger instincts like the alpha’s power to force others to follow any of their command or heats and ruts, didn’t begin until the late teenage years. To ensure the safety of everyone and the capability for beta and omega parents to raise alpha children.

Another feature that slowly starts is the ability to turn into your wolf form. Namjoon was the first of our pack to shift. The calling to protect his younger to strong. It took over his body and made him show his true power as the pack alpha he was born to be. His parents were immensely proud, thankful that he wasn’t a late shifter. Wolfs that didn’t turn before their fourteenth birthday were often frowned upon and seen as a lacking member of the clan.

Next in line was Hobi. He had always had a strong connection to his basic instincts. Having been trained to fight from a young age and coming from a strong lineage of worriers, nobody was surprise that he shifted shortly after he turned nine. Since than he often favoured to walk around in is furred form. It felt more like himself, is what he said whenever someone asked.

Jungkook shift was a surprise to everyone. It was rare for someone, who didn’t come from a strong blood line to turn before their tenth birthday but like always the golden boy defeated any standards and turned on his eight birthday. All of you had gathered in his small living room. With his parents both being omegas they weren’t able to afford much. Most jobs, especially the ones who help authority, where given to alphas or betas. Omegas were regarded as to much of a push over to stand their ground when needed. That lead to them having a smaller income than the other to wolf species. But disregarding the financial consequences and the fact they wouldn’t be able to have a child with each other, they stayed together; their love too strong to break. Considering the impossibility of them having a child together, Jungkook knew from a young age, that he was adopted. A fact that never bothered him. Something his parents were eternally grateful for.

His mother brought in the cake and set it down in front of the little boy. Everyone around him was singing, while he closed his eyes and made a wish. Desiring that this moment would never fade, him surrounded by the people he cared deeply for. Everyone healthy and a smile painting their lips while they celebrated his birthday. He filled his lungs with air and looked at the eight little flames in front of him. But instead of the sound of rushing air and cheering, the ripping of cloth was heard, and a little black wolf was sat on the stool in lieu.

The room went silent everyone staring at the puppy with the big eyes. Slowly similes formed on their faces, happy that a new wolf found its fur. Cheers and clapping filled the room. Congratulations came flying Jungkook’s way, little hands stretching and shoving to touch his fur. His father returning with a camera and capturing the scene. His mother wiping away a stray tear of happiness. Glad she was able to witness that new chapter in her son’s live. Meanwhile Jin watched the situation from his chair unmoving and having eyes for one thing and one thing only: “Yeah, that’s really great but can we eat cake now.”

Jin and Tae funnily shifted at the same time. It was a sunny Sunday afternoon and all of you with the exception of Namjoon and Hoseok, who were attending a pack meeting in request of their parents, were playing in Yoongi’s backyard. Both his parents were gone one a hunting trip for a few days, like they often were, leaving Yoongi and his brother on their own. The beta was in his wolf form, having turned a few weeks ago while turning on the shower and the water having been too cold. His brown fur with a read hint feeling silky as you braided it. When you stared, he let out a little huff, showing annoyance at your antics, but being too lazy to move he let you do your thing. You smirked to yourself, knowing that he actually enjoyed the feeling of your finger running through his fur.

Jimin and Jungkook were training on one side of the huge yard. Both of them started taking a liking to taekwondo. Meanwhile the other two troublemakers were playing a game of badminton on the other side of the field. A loud yell was heard, when Jin lost another point to the younger, the wind’s fault of course.

After two more failed attempts the oldest threw down his racked in anger and started chasing the dark haired. Laughter filled the air as Tae took off. The feel of the chase awoke something primal in Jin and before he knew it a new sensation washed over his skin and he suddenly chased Tae on four legs instead of the usual two. The youngers instincts were triggered by the older wolf chasing him and his own first shift took place. Tae had a soft looking, sand coloured fur, while Jin was another brown one but with more of an ashy touch.

The rest of the afternoon the both of them explored their new ability alongside Jungkook. Jimin had taken residency behind you, back hugging you while watching the others. Although you couldn’t see his face, you felt the wave of sadness that washed over him. The both of you were the only ones who hadn’t turned yet. You were only twelve so you still had enough time before it would be considered abnormal, but the pressure lingered.

Jimin didn’t turn until he was seventeen, a fact which cost him a lot of fights with his parents and multiple appointments with his doctor. Countless nights spent in your bed, crying into your pillow, screaming because of the pain this was causing him. With him being the alpha, he was expected to be this strong wolf that no one stood a chance against, but here he was not able to do the simplest thing known to your beings.

When he did turn his wolf was coated in a beautiful fur of the purest white you had ever laid eyes upon. His animal form as elegant as his human. His parents were proud and from there perspective Jimin’s flaw had faded just like their problems, but in reality, their relationship never went back to the way it was. He wasn’t the kid that ran home from school because he missed his mother anymore. Or the one that would tremble on his feet at his first dance performance, until he saw his fathers encouraging smile, which could wash away any problem, and let him be the beautiful swan he was.

You had turned a day after Jimin, had cried yourself to sleep the night before at the fact that you were the only one of your group that hadn’t turned yet. You were happy for Jimin when he called you and told you about the great news; genuinely. But the fear and self-hatred crawled up on you at night. Reminding you of your duty, as an omega and as a wolf, to your pack and your incapability of living up to it.

The following day you felt nauseous and empty, but still your parents forced you to attend school. As a senior it was important to be present as often as possible and to learn until your brain smoked to insure you could attend the collage of your choosing. You made it to two lessons, before the sick feeling in your stomach won the upper hand and you ran to the bathroom. Having arrived at the stall and preparing yourself to let out your small breakfast, a warmth like never before overcame you. You let out a pained breath as you felt your body expand and your cloth rip. And then you stood there, grey fur covering your body as you saw yourself in the bathroom mirror.

Your ears flexed at every sound that could be heard from outside. The footsteps of a person running somewhere; probably late for class. The uncomfortable squeaking of a chalk on a black board. Then a waft of a delicious smell slipped through the opening beneath the door. The cafeteria ladies had started cooking lunch. Hamburgers and fries how it seemed. And then you could smell a familiar scent, one that you would be able to pick up anywhere. Clumsily you were able to open the door with your bowl sized paws. You hurried down the hallway, slipping a few times on the freshly cleaned tiles.

You almost ran Namjoon over when you saw him. Standing before his locker, he was grabbing a history book for his next lesson, when you bumped into him. At first, he was simply shocked, pondering why a stranger would run into him like that. But then he picked up on your sent slowly, his olfactory sense not having fully developed yet, it took him awhile to realise who was standing in front of him.

A lazy grin covered his face as realisation hit him. Slowly he got down on his knees and warped his arms around your neck: “Hello my pretty omega, welcome to your true form.”

The others were ecstatic when they heard the good news. Happy that all of their group members had been blessed with the ability to shift, knowing of the horrific outcome the situation could have had, had you not turned before your eighteenth birthday. When every wolf was fully developed, and alphas gained the capability of forming their pack and gifting their mark.

Your pack was safe, healthy, and happy, and that was all that concerned you for now.

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kimnjss · 4 years

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[ cockwarming ] requested

@jaiuneamesolitaiire: he/you ask to try cockwarming.

warnings: dirty talk, cockwarming, mentions of penetrative sex, hints of competitive sex.

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NAMJOON

Namjoon would be the one to suggest it first. A request born from not wanting to create distance between you two right away after having sex. You didn't mind it, loved the closeness and a bit too tired to protest.

He would find it hard to control himself, though. Wouldn't be able to stop himself from kissing you, groping your ass or breasts, constantly using the excuse of needing to 'adjust' in order to create some friction. Soon enough he'd lose his composure completely, kissing you deeper than he had intended. Strong hands moving your hips against his until you were slipping into a second round.

“Did you really think that was gonna last?” He'd say through a laugh as he'd flip your bodies to have you laying underneath him, hips rolling as he groaned out.

JIN

It would be you who brought the idea first. Something you had seen once and wanted to try with your boyfriend. Jin wouldn't really understand the reason for it, deciding that fucking you was much more fun and just resting there was an unnecessary waste of time.

He would try it though, because it was something that you wanted to do and he was never exactly able to say no to you. The entire time he'd be counting down the seconds where he'd be able to move, where you'd give in and let him fuck you the way he knew that both of you wanted.

You were fine with not moving though, liked the feeling of the fullness and you were good at holding back. Jin would be the first to break, hips rutting up against yours as he'd hold onto your hips. He'd fall into a steady thrust, low grunts leaving his lips. “I couldn't wait anymore,” He'd apologize as he sped up the movement of his hips.

YOONGI

Cock warming with Yoongi was a normal occurrence for the two of you. He had been the first one to suggest it one night when you had gone to visit him at the studio. Yearning for attention that he was unable to give while he was working, Yoongi could sense that and offered the idea up. The quickness of your agreement had him chuckling, but you craved any form of attention from him.

Since then you'd sit on his cock whenever you were bored while he worked. It wouldn't always end in fucking, but when it did it would was often the most desperate wildest sex the two of you've had. All that pent up energy, the restraint finally breaking.

You'd break first, annoyed at how well he was able to keep concentration while you were literally on top of him. He'd grunt as you started to bounce on his lap, able to hold back for a little while before he was meeting your thrusts. “Fuck, I could just live in this pussy.” He'd mumble as he fucked you against his desk.

HOSEOK

You were always the one to bring something new to the table in your relationship with Hoseok. He was more of a go-with-the-flow type of guy, never rejecting the ideas that you came up with when it came to your sex lives. He was always down to try everything, but rarely was the one coming up with things.

So naturally, you were surprised when he was suggesting adding cock warming into your mix. He'd bring it up sheepishly, afraid that you'd find it odd or weird and wouldn't want to try it at all. Of course, you'd never turn him down. Especially since he never asks anything of you.

Just after fucking, he wouldn't pull out right away. Arms circled around your waist as he held you close, face nuzzled in your neck as he tried to catch his breath. You would be the first one to give in, still sensitive from your orgasm and quickly becoming desperate for more. Moving back against him with a quiet whimper, your cheeks would darken at the sound of his voice. “You're always so greedy. Do you need me to fuck you again?”

JIMIN

It would take some convincing for Jimin to fully agree to the idea. Like Jin, he didn't see the point of just being still when he could just as easily fuck your brains out. Once he agreed to trying it, he would end up liking it. Only for a little bit, though. He liked watching the way you strained to hold on to control while he was deep inside of you.

Yet, Jimin would be the first to crack. He'd find himself getting lost in the dirty thoughts in his mind from the look on your face and before he knew it he'd be thrusting up into you. He'd set a slow rhythm, loving the slow way the pleasure took over your features.

“See? Isn't this much better?” He'd smirk down at you, loving the sound of your moans filling the room as he fucked into you.

TAEHYUNG

It would be his idea. Taehyung loved being inside of you so bad, he figured he didn't even have to move to enjoy it. You'd agree to the idea almost right away, just as sexually adventurous as your boyfriend. He would take his time when he slid inside, watching closely the way your mouth dropped from the feeling of being stretched out by his big cock.

His hands would find comfort on the globes of your ass, holding your body still as he leaned back against the surface behind him. The two of you could have conversations while he was inside of you, relaxing within each other and not really feel the need to fuck. It was like normal.

There were often times where you'd do work while he was inside of you or just watch TV. If he felt, though, like you weren't paying enough attention to him or if he was getting a bit too turned on, he'd simply thrust into you and easily coax you into fucking. Usually mumbling something along the lines of, “Baby, I can't help it. I need to fuck you.”

JUNGKOOK

Jungkook would see it as a competition, would smirk big when you brought the idea to him, thinking you were challenging him in a way. He would agree instantly, making a gloating contest about how you would never be able to break him. You always got a kick out of beating your boyfriend at his own game, so you'd do what you could to shake him.

He'd lay on top of you most of the time, head buried in the crook of your neck to keep himself from seeing the look on your face (that would definitely have him lose). His hands would stay rested on your hips. Senseless conversation would fill the room as you played with his hair or ran your fingers over his back.

Soon enough, you'd be able to break him by teasing his very sensitive nipples. Jungkook would hiss, subconsciously thrusting into you; a pout taking over his features in realization. “F-fuck, that's cheating,” He'd grumbled, but nevertheless continue fucking into you.

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jeonqukie · 4 years

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OUT OF LOVE / 04.

SYNOPSIS / During a house warming get together with your closest friends, an unexpected guest shows up and attempts to catch your best friend’s attention. Too bad he’s too focused on making sure you’re not pushing your limits.

FEATURING / Jeon Jungkook.

GENRES / Jungkook being the biggest gamer & best friend ever, lots of angst and secret feelings, lots of fluff especially from our soft bunny, and eventual smut.

WARNINGS / This part will contain alcohol consumption, graphic language, and mature themes. Warnings will be updates accordingly.

WORD COUNT / 5.6k

TABLE OF CONTENTS / To be redirected and get the latest on the story, click on the table of contents.

NOTES / Hi all! I hope everyone is doing well especially the current state of the world right now. First, I want to apologize for the delay on any updates whatsoever. I’m currently stuck in a rut and have been doing anything I can to get the spark again or the same excitement again when I write. It honestly comes spontaneously and occurs for a brief period of time which is why even short drabbles like these take so long for me to write. Second, this new norm has been a difficult adjustment for me, so I’m trying my best to get accustomed to this. I hope everyone is doing well. But I’m so glad with how this part has turned out, imo. This was nothing like I imagined to begin with but I’m very happy with the end product bc it gives me something to work with. The next part may be the final part but it will be much longer maybe? Anyway, feedback is very much appreciated. Thank you so much for reading through this mess, but I really do appreciate anyone who actually takes their time and reads through my work. Stay safe and healthy. ( ◡‿◡ *)

The housewarming party was just a suggestion; that’s all it was — a simple, silly joke that was meant to go over Jungkook’s head. But he didn’t think that it was such a bad idea at all.

“But we’ve literally moved in like, a month and a half ago. Kookie, you’ve been living here for nearly 2 years, you just moved to a new unit.” You reasoned with him. “I think it’s just an excuse to throw a party.”

The both of you sat in the living room couch with the bowl of popcorn placed on your stomach. It was one of the rare occasions that you and Jungkook had coinciding free time together. Normally, the both of you would decide on a movie together, but Jungkook had been invested in a brand new video game. So he had hooked up his gaming console to the living room television while he decided to go through the first play through while you listened to him explain what he was doing.

“I mean, it’d be cool! Plus, I heard from Mr. Lee from 3B that the manager would be out of town next weekend, so why not throw a little get together?” The timing of it all seemed to be perfect. Perhaps it is meant to be. “Why not have a couple of your friends come over and a couple of my friends come over as well? Namjoon-hyung has been dying for a hook-up maybe one of your friends would be —“

“I am not setting up my friends with one of your friends.” You scoffed at his suggestion and threw a handful of popcorn right at his direction which ensues a fit of chortles to escape his mouth.

“I was just fucking around, YN. But I’m serious about the house warming. It’ll be so cool!” Jungkook encourages the idea and he pauses his game to shoot his doe eyes straight at you. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

The “get together" was in full swing; the most popular music playing in the background of your apartment came from Jungkook’s bluetooth speakers while you began refilling the dip bowls for the tortilla chips you have laid out for your guests. Meanwhile, one of Jungkook’s good friends, Taehyung and Jimin offered to stop by the closest liquor store to purchase some more bottles of beers before their arrival at your new home.

As you filled up each bowl with different dips, your can feel the heat of your cheeks burning your skin and your eyes constantly moving from one object to another — unable to keep a steady vision. It wasn’t until you feel someone grab your arm to spin you around only to be greeted with your friends with another shot filled with cheap tequila.

“Alright, last shot, YN, then we’re moving onto margaritas.” Jisoo offered you the mini clear cup before she offers you a red cup filled with what seemed like to be Sprite.

“I’m a pro at this now. I don’t need a chaser.” Right behind Jisoo was Rose welcoming a new guest and you take the shot before you swallowing the warm liquor coating your throat.

With pinched eyes, you feel a rush of energy shoot through your body before you are greeted with a new face. “YN, this is Lisa! Lisa, this is YN.” The name sounded so familiar to you yet you couldn’t quite point out where you had once heard it from.

“Oh my god, it’s so nice to finally meet you.” The exaggerated niceties in your words can be heard from a mile away and Jungkook, from across the room, kept a close eye on you. He noticed you clutched onto the shot glass so tightly on your palm while he nursed his beer bottle.

As he had spotted your dazed eyes, his mind has suddenly focused on your demeanor; no longer offering his attention to the conversation his older friends are having with each other. It had been your fifth shot that evening. You were very good at pacing yourself… after some stern discipline from Jungkook himself. You knew that every fifteen minutes you would feel the effects of the shot you just drank.

A lazy smile etches onto your face as you drunkenly offer an unfamiliar face a hug. Jungkook knows your circle of friends. You had a close knit of them and he absolutely appreciated the fact that you would introduce you to them. Obviously, you had mutual friends considering you two met in an elective course.

He remembered that silly music course you two picked out for a stupid requirement. He remembered the first time he saw you. It took him by surprise but you took the seat right next to him and you had already pulled out your notebook, ready to taken notes on the first day. From then on that desk is where you sat and he would inevitably find a way to sit right next to you.

“Wait, you haven’t had a drink yet, have you?” The words came out so muffled to Jungkook when he realizes that Taehyung and Jimin had burst right through the door with their recently purchased beers. The boisterous entrance of his two closest friends distracted him for a moments time before you turned your back towards him and he catches glimpse of Rose and Jisoo pouring more shots into glasses.

“You’re giving me no attention at all, Jungkookie.” Hoseok, an older friend of Jungkook, nudges at him to earn it back. But his eyes remain fixated on your grinning face and he watches the rim of the shot glass touch the edge of your mouth. Your eyes squint at the taste of the new liquor and the burn that shoots a new moment of energy in your system.

“That’s because he’s watching over his girl right now.” The sounds of beers being popped open attracts his ears and the unexpected voice of his hyungs.

All of Jungkook’s posse shoots a quick glance over at the group of girls huddled in the kitchen counter doing multiple shots. His anxiety is creeping up to him because he knows how clumsy you can get when you were not sober. “Relax, Guk.” Namjoon attempts to comfort him. “You’re here and her friends are here. Plus, she’s home, anyway. Isn’t this the best time for her to get shit faced?”

Jungkook knew that Namjoon was right. If you did want to test the limits with your alcohol consumption, this would be the perfect time to do so. You weren’t in another person’s house or in a bar; you were in the comfort of your own home. If you did get hurt, you were surrounded by your friends and Jungkook would be nearby to assist you.

The thought brought some relief to Jungkook. Jimin offers Jungkook a cold bottle of beer where he takes a long swig out of it, only to feel the same anxiety when he witnesses you taking another shot for the third time in a row.

Hiccuped slurs can be heard as you sat on the kitchen counter along with a bunch of your friends who have been mixing cocktails for the rest of the group. Meanwhile, an aftermath of your drunken stupor involved shoveling chips and guacamole into your mouth while you would take slow sips of Rose’s sickeningly sweet margarita mix. The tequila was sneaky; though the beverage was primarily juice and she’d add soda for the sweetness, but the liquor would sneak back to you.

“Hey Rose, who’s that Jungkook guy you were talking about?” Lisa nudged as her eyes wandered around the kitchen and then the living room where a group of guys had been too busy conversing and guzzling beers of their own.

“Jungkookie’s my roommate.” A crooked and lazy grin appears right across your flushed face as your eyes met over with Jungkook who stood at the corner where his phone had been charging. The music changed in the background and you figured it was Jungkook who had decided to switch up the ambience.

Just an hour ago, everyone had been laughing their assess off with shared stories. Perhaps it was the liquor speaking. Nevertheless, everyone had been having a good time. But the excess consumption of mixed alcohol had the atmosphere winding down. The haze of exhaustion is beginning to settle amongst everyone in the room and you are leaning on your cupboards for support as you listened on quietly to your friends’ conversation.

Lisa sized him up from head to toe and you conceal your reaction from the rest of the world as you continue drinking your margarita mix to drown out what you’re able to hear. “He’s cute.”

“Oh, c’mon, Lisa — he’s more than just cute. He’s fucking hot.”

More chips, more guac.

“Plus, from what YN tells us, he’s peak boyfriend material.” Jisoo swoons silently in order to hide the conversation from the group of guys at the other side of the room.

More margarita.

“Is he now?” Lisa’s perfectly sculpted brows shoot up in interest and you are chewing on your cheek as you are soon running out of margarita to swallow down. A red plastic cup appears in front of Jisoo’s face and she narrows her eyes at you at your simple request.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink?” With a simple shake of your head, you nudge the cup further to her and she shrugs off any doubt because surely you could handle the alcohol. You just needed something to drown out the conversation that was being held at that moment, so what harm would another glass of margarita do?

“Do another shot with me.” Lisa encourages to Rose who shakes her head in response. “Liquid courage to ask Jungkook out. I thought you’d given him my number, YN.”

“Must’ve slipped my mind.” You mumble incoherently before Jisoo is wary of your behavior. You take a large gulp from the plastic red cup and squint at the sweetness of it all. You can’t help but shoot your eyes over to Jungkook where an eruption of boisterous laughter can be heard from across the room.

“Well, no one’s really stopping you.” With Rose’s encouragement, you are endlessly swallowing your refreshed drink only to discover you had continuously drank the entire thing in one go at the sight of the bottom of the cup.

“More, please.” You sighed.

The little get together came to an abrupt end when Hoseok began dozing off in the middle of one of Namjoon’s stories. Everyone collectively agreed to clean as much as they can, but with everyone being heavily intoxicated, it took nearly an hour to properly organize everything. You and Jungkook had agreed to let Hoseok and Yoongi to crash on your sectional couch since Yoongi came with Hoseok that evening.

Taehyung, a lightweight, was one of the few people who was the only one tipsy that evening and had managed to sober up within an hour and a half and had driven the rest of the gang home. As always, you were already calling an Uber for your friends who seemed to be slowly dozing off as they moved lethargically around the kitchen.

Jungkook’s gentlemanly behavior had been exhibited when he had gathered three bottles of water; one for each of your friend as they awaited for the arrival of the Uber driver you had ordered for them.

“Thank you, Kookie.” Three of your friends had collectively expressed their gratitude for your roommate in a sickeningly sweet manner.

Sickeningly sweet.

“YN can’t even walk, so I’ll accompany you three downstairs, if you’re okay with that.” He offers and Lisa is already nodding her head instantaneously.

“Aw, Jungkookie, such a sweetheart.”

Disgustingly sweet.

And, suddenly, there is a revolting heat seizing in your throat and your were thankful you possessed one brain cell that evening that ordered your body to move. You sprinted nearly tripping on your way to the bathroom where you fell on the tiled floors and propped the toilet up to regurgitate all of your stomach’s content into the porcelain bowl.

Tears began pooling your eyes and the awful taste of the margarita mix and tequila was all you had been focusing on. In the midst of coughing, someone’s digits came crawling to your neck as it gathered your thick mane away from your face. A soothing hand can be felt on your back where slow circles can be felt to ease the pain on your abdomen.

“What did I tell you about pacing yourself?” Jungkook’s rough voice can be heard to your left side and you continue spitting the grotesqueness that had been inside your stomach.

You grunted in response to his stern scolds and he is still caressing your back as a second wave of vomit come spilling out of your mouth. “I — I’m fine.” You croak out as he wipes the tears off of your cheek. “You should go and see if the girls need help —“

“I woke Yoongi-hyung up so he can accompany them.” His answer is quick and brief as he continues to brush away stray hairs off of your face. “You done?”

When the nausea subsides, you nod your head and he instantly stands from where he had been kneeling. He flushes the toilet and searches the sink for your toothbrush.

“Take this first.” He sees a small clear glass with filled tap water and a cap full of mouth wash. Closing the lid of the toilet bowl and sitting on it, you are sloshing the minty liquid in your mouth before you spitting the rest out.

He offers you your toothbrush with a pea sized toothpaste already placed at the center of it. “Brush your teeth.” He demands and you nod silently.

Unsure of what he had been up to, you can’t help but mentally slap yourself in the face for drinking so heavily. The past minute had gone by so quickly yet it had felt like a million years. When you completed brushing your teeth, Jungkook comes back with your pajamas. “Here; you can change into this and I’m taking you bed.”

“But I want to help clean up —“

“We can clean up tomorrow. You’re too fucked up to stand up right now.” He sighs seeing that you were trying your best to hold yourself up. The sound of someone reentering your front door notifies you and Jungkook that it was most likely who had returned to his peaceful slumber.

“Change now, please.”

Once Jungkook exits the bathroom and gives you the privacy you need to change into cleaner and comfortable clothes, you shut the door in front of you to strip off the rough layers of your sweater and jeans into your linen pajamas. You’ve decided to wash your face as well to give you some sort of cleanliness to your skin.

“Yeah, thank god they’re cooperative when they’re drunk — giggly but cooperative.” Muffled grumbles came from outside but Yoongi’s voice had been drowned out by the sound of water sloshing down the drain. “Oh, yeah, I think one of YN’s friends thought I was you, so she gave me this.” You turn the knobs of the water off and listen more closely to Jungkook’s conversation with Yoongi.

Little did you know that it had been Lisa’s phone number with a brief message to give her a call some time in the near future. But Jungkook takes the small note only to crumple it up and throw it to the side. When you’ve successfully cleansed your face, you’ve pat your face dry, trying to conceal your thoughts, and hoping you won’t say anything that would reveal your inner most feelings for Jungkook.

You have feelings for Jungkook.

“You can take my bed, hyung.” Jungkook offers. “I’m afraid YN’s going to feel sick again, so I’ll just sleep in her room tonight.” Yoongi grins mischievously at Jungkook and he nudges at him jokingly, earning an eye roll from Jungkook himself. “Don’t smile at me like that or I’m letting you sleep next to Hobi-hyung.” Yoongi pats Jungkook on his arm before he waltzes over to his bedroom where closes the door shut.

Footsteps approach the bedroom and you hear two knocks on the door where you open to reveal yourself in your pajamas, face completely bare and clean for Jungkook. Your exhausted eyes meet his and your pouty lips form a downward curve, obviously asking for forgiveness from Jungkook. “Sorry for drinking too much.” You grumble and he scoffs at your apology, but he can’t help but think of how cute you looked — tired and worn yet you had managed to win his heart over.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” Jungkook merely suggests. His voice had been a little bit more delicate, so you step out of the bathroom as he takes your arm to guide your lethargic body over to where your bedroom resided on the other side of the apartment. You had tidied your room before you had your little get together with your friends and you are already thanking your sober self for doing so. At the sight of your bed, you immediately crawl underneath your duvet covers and savored the softness and the fresh scent of the linens.

“You know, Guk, I’m not that bad. I probably just ate too much, that’s why I threw up.”

“You know, I hate how stubborn you are, but I hate myself more for even letting you do this to me.” Jungkook sits at the foot of your bed and you’ve successfully tucked yourself in, cocking your head to the side as the words have finally sunk in.

“What’re you talking about?” The curiosity is evident in your eyes and he was melting at the way your bottom lip protruded over your upper lip; the obvious pout on your face exhibited his biggest weakness.

Oh, how he’d want to lean down and place the most delicate of kisses upon your lips.

The thought is tempting and, given the state of you, if he had done it, you wouldn’t even remember a single thing the occurred in your room that evening. But Jungkook was not that guy — not at all. He wasn’t the type of guy to take advantage of your vulnerable consciousness. He wasn’t the type of guy who went out seeking for temporary… encounters.

He is a hopeless romantic and he is hopelessly in love with you.

“It’s whatever. You’re too drunk to understand.” Jungkook scoffs and you stare at him for the longest time. Your hazed voice chanting just how much you realized just how beautiful he looked despite the shittiest lighting in your bedroom. The dazed look painted right across your visage disappears into a crooked smile before you giggle.

“I am drunk, huh?” The intonation of your voice tickled his ears and you scoot your body to the other side of the bed before lifting the sheets to over the spot you had originally occupied. “C’mon, I know you’re not leaving me alone any time soon, so you might as well get comfortable.”

The suggestion was tempting but you see the hesitance across his face before your lips did that… stupid pouting thing again and Jungkook rolls his eyes in defeat before he slips underneath the covers as an act of surrender. When you giddily turn your attention over to Jungkook who laid right beside you, he faces right towards your body and you face him as well.

“To be fair, I was impressed; four shots in half an hour and you did not throw up.” You smile proudly and a bit too lazily. Your eyes remain half lidded as the comforts of your bed envelope your aching body.

“You have got to give me some credit, Kookie. I’m not so much of a lightweight anymore.” You nuzzled your head into the pillow but as your eyes come to a close and you are met with darkness, your brain immediately drifts to an imagination of Jungkook’s soft chest underneath your cheek instead of the fluffy pillows. Perhaps you’d hear his loud heart beating against his chest and feel his steady breathing.

But this was close enough; the scent of his cologne and beer lingered a mere inches away from you and the softness of the pillow was enough to let your imagination run wild.

And Jungkook notices this.

He notices the way your eyes come fluttering close and the grin remained etched across your face. He didn’t want to disturb a you drifted off in your sleep, but he can hear the soft giggle coming out of your mouth. He can see your body relaxing and succumbing to the exhaustion before he begins moving a stray hair away from your face.

The pads of his thumb brushes against your nose and cheeks as his nails lightly tap your ear lobes to tuck the hairs off of your sleepy face. “You wanna know something funny?” Jungkook begins.

“Hm?” It’s all you can really respond to at this point. Your poor body is succumbing to the exhaustion of this evening’s events. Half of Jungkook urged for you to go straight to slumber — that way he’d get a good night’s sleep too. But another half of him desperately wanted to savor this moment; you laid so comfortably right next to him and there’s nothing in the world to worry about.

He wasn’t spending time with you as much lately. Your schedules never really clicked; he woke up too early to go to the gym on the weekdays and, by the time he was done working out, you were already on your way to your morning classes. But there was already breakfast ready for him to eat because you always saved some for him to eat before work. Even though Jungkook went to work later, he would still manage to get home first. He understood why you were staying out late though; being a full-time student and working on the side was not an easy task to do at hand.

So he would be relieved to see you come home because, to return the favor, he had dinner ready for you. Most of the time, you would scarf down your meals and go straight to doing your homework before you freshened up for bed. However, as exam season approached, you wouldn’t eat half of the time; it was a relentless cycle of sleep and study.

To have you him right in front of him with the most serene grins plastered on your face, though hammered, he savored every second of it. And, suddenly, his warm fingers are still caressing your cheek and you are relishing in the warmth of his palm against your skin. The soft hums of pleasure vibrating on your throat brought a leap to his heart and he can feel you nestling your face into his palm.

“Yoongi-hyung tells me that one of your friends gave him their number. The funny thing is they thought he was me.” Perhaps this wasn’t the perfect time to introduce a new subject, but he was quite curious as to how you would react. But there is a silence that filled the air and your steady breathing is all he can manage to decipher. When he hears the light snores coming from your small mouth, he chuckles endearingly.

When he things that you have gone to your tranquil dream land, he peels the duvet off of his body and the weight shifting causes you to stir but he manages to put it to a halt and you are breathing steadily again. When Jungkook reverses towards your door to take complete his slumber in the living room, he hears you call his name.

“Wait, where’d you go, Kookie?” You say so tiredly as you began searching the empty bed side and your eyes come fluttering open. “Can’t you stay? I liked it when you were playing with my hair.”

Jungkook couldn’t believe what he had been hearing. He keeps reminding himself that you were intoxicated and you won’t remember your own words the following morning. But, on the other hand, he is reminded of a saying Jimin always told him.

When a person is drunk, the most sober thoughts come spilling out of their mouths.

So was this your most sober thoughts? Did you actually enjoy his physical touch on you? Did it bring comfort to you? Because he would continue doing all night if he could, just to please you.

“I’ll stay, don’t worry.” He hums and he wonders whether this is the correct thing to do.

Was he taking advantage of your vulnerability like this? Though his intentions were pure, he is reminding himself that you were clearly inebriated and the sooner you slept, the sooner he would be out of the room. He was drunk and his imagination is running wild as he lays right next to you once again. His tattooed hand reaches towards your face where he continues to caress your hair, twirling the soft ends around his large digits. His nails would comb right through them and, occasionally, massage your scalp.

It was a tantalizing experience. You were too lost in the feeling of his fingers tangling through your mane and the pads of his fingers digging upon your scalp which soothe tension around your head. You were melting at his touch and you can feel your consciousness surrender to the exhaustion overwhelming your physique at the very moment.

“Kookie?” A soft whisper leaves your lips.

Unaware of your actions, you are moving your body closer to the warmth of Jungkook’s body right across from you. One thing you are aware of is that your arm instinctively reached over to his waist where they slither on him; a sense of reassurance that he wouldn’t leave you whatsoever. He freezes for a moment and relaxes when he sees your nose scrunch in response. As he resumes to play with your hair, you are back to the hypnotic feeling of his fingers on your hair. Your arm relaxes onto his waist and, in response, Jungkook is growing accustomed to the weight of your arm on his body.

“Hm?” He hums in response.

And, suddenly, when the snores increase in volume, his fingers completely stop playing with you hair. Instead, they fall lower to your own waist where his arm lays where you are already fall asleep. At the feeling of someone’s touch on your waist, you instinctively pull yourself closer to the warmth of his body; your head pressing onto his chest and the scent of your lavender shampoo is so addictive when he nuzzles his nose upon your head.

“Don’t text her."

Your steady chest rises and lowers against his body and he can feel his heart beat… steady from its increased acceleration earlier. The sounds of your soft exhales on his chest was enough to knock him right off his feet because he cradles you close to him as Jungkook, too, drifts off in his own subconscious.

“I won’t.”

The violent rays of the sun shone right across your face which forces you to flutter your eyes open. The duvet completely tangled around your legs and you had managed to kick them off as you slowly and cautiously lift your exhausted body off of the comforts of your bed. The dryness of your throat is alarming and you are searching for a water bottle by your nightstand, but the door swinging open has managed to catch your attention and you are met with a freshly showered Jungkook.

“Huh, I wasn’t expecting you to be up yet.” You had caught sight of his waist as he is tugging his shirt on him. His nearly dry hair is ruffled as he is reaches towards the bottle of the pain killers before he tosses you a water bottle. “Take two of them right now.”

The grumble that emitted from your mouth ensued an upwards stretch on his mouth as he examines you trying to process the events of last night, that is, if you can even remember a single thing. When you pop the cap open and attempt to spill out two pills into your mouth, your throat is desperate for the coolness of the water to satisfy your thirst.

Jungkook takes the empty space right next to you as you scratch the back of your head. He is much bigger than you thought as he towered over you, trying to remember anything from last night. “How’d you sleep last night?” The gloat was so evident in his voice and this was not something you wanted to hear first thing in the morning, so you found yourself laying back down only to shove the pillow to your face.

“I don’t want to hear it, Kookie! If I did something stupid, just say it! Say you told me so.” Your muffled whining can only be heard to Jungkook and he is already chuckling at your reaction. Most of the time when you are unable to handle your alcohol and he ends up having to take care of you, he happens to find a way to embarrass you the first thing in the morning.

“It wasn’t really that bad.” He begins and he waits for you to peek out of the pillow you had shoved out of your face. When he meets your eyes, there is a smug grin right across his handsome face. “You did throw up though.” You are shoving the pillow back into your face before he catches it before you can cover your shame. When you are exposed to him, you are pulling the pillow on his hands while one of his hands attempt to peel the cushion right off your face and the other pushing your arm away from it.

“I get it, Guk!” A fit of giggles begin erupting from your mouths at the idea of you just throwing up.

“I gotta give you props though, YN. You managed to run to the bathroom; 10 points for quick reflexes.” Your grip on the pillow softens and Jungkook’s strength overpowers yours so he completely rids of the pillow of your face and you are now fully facing him as he is practically towering over you.

“Well, I learned from the best, didn’t I?” The playful wink was enough for both his arms to cease their function. Both of his hands are on either side of your bed and you find it quite hard to believe how the both of you have found yourself in a very compromising situation. But you didn’t mind it at all and, quite frankly, Jungkook didn’t either.

Suddenly, the atmosphere changes as faint memories of last night’s conversation come replaying in Jungkook’s head. He wished the memory would come jogging back to you, but he knew better not to say much.

“Was there anything else that happened last night?” There was one thing you did remember; it was the primary reason for your choice to be completely shit-faced that evening. You couldn’t… live with the idea of Jungkook being remotely interested in one of your friends — it’s not that they were unlikeable. You love them and believe they’re great girls, but… their intentions were purely… physical and just the thought of it brought up an emotion you were unaware you would feel.

He simply shakes his head and Jungkook remains frozen as he stares into your eyes. “Well, Lisa did give me her number.” He announces and he witnesses the split second of sincerity in your reaction; the micro reaction of your eyes looking directly into his with such pain and the pout that threatened to etch downwards, but you had manage to force yourself to remain unfazed. “I threw it out though.”

And there it was.

There is a weakness in your grin but he witnesses your cheeks turn a light pink color and he is gnawing on the inside of his cheeks, desperate to steal a kiss. But he wasn’t that type of guy. “YN,” He starts and you are aware of the atmosphere changing. His tone changes and you are aware that he is serious and you can see that he is hesitant; you can see him contemplate his choice and you’re aware of the consequences. If he chooses to pursue anything, you two have crossed a line between friends where you both cannot reverse your actions. On the other hand, you two can continue this game of what ifs. “YN, I really want to kiss you.”

You swallowed hard at the word.

Kiss.

“Kiss?” You repeated.

“Yes, kiss; my lips on your lips.” The heat on your cheeks is rapidly increasing in temperature and it soon radiates to your lobes. “Is that okay with you?” When your eyes lower to his moist lips, you cock your head to the side before you offer a single nod. When you grant him permission, his hand moves a stray hair out of your face and his thumb caresses your cheek to feel the softness of your skin. You revel the sensation of his soft yet calloused skin on yours; you flutter your eyes closed as you smell the scent of minty toothpaste as he moves closer. The tip of his nose delicately hits yours and you are aware, now, that you were holding your breath. Your heart races so hard on your chest and you are afraid it could nearly break through it.

“Breathe, YN.” He laughs as he notices such gesture.

“Sorry, I’m… nervo —“ When you reply, he interrupts you midway to capture your bottom lip in between his mouth. You are returning the favor only to savor the taste of his mouth; so fresh — like air. His hand still cradles your face so closely to his and your mouths move in synchrony with each other.

Suddenly, you weren’t breathing again.

Not out of nervousness.

But because you two just couldn’t get enough of each other.

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#jungkook fic #jungkook imagine #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader

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buttermilk.

anonymous said: I know you’re on hiatus but I love your ot7 x reader scenarios and want give you an idea of one where y/n is at the dorm alone while the boys are in the studio or whatever and y/n goes though he boys clothes since there’s so many and has fun just seeing their different styles then the boys come home and see y/n in the clothes and it’s all fluffy and cute and funny too 💓💓

summary | while the boys are away, the babie will play.

pairing | OT7/Reader, poly!BTS

warnings | just really fucking soft, okay?

length | 1.3k

notes | hello, hello! i have returned for dis lil drabble cause i liked the idea sm. please lmk what you thought of it! hope y’all are doin well! school’s pretty hectic for me atm, but i’m happy to announce i’ll be returning as a writer starting december. :”)

It’s Sunday.

Sunlight filters in through the translucent curtain, dust particles swirling between empty spaces.

The silence is interrupted by the mellow beats of your lofi playlist, the ghost of warm bodies and sweet kisses lingering on your skin as you step into the shower.

It’s a lazy morning, woken intermittently by soft lips and gentle whispers of good morning, baby against your temple, fingers trailing down your bare arm.

Time has no significance on Sundays. Just you and the comfort of your home. A rare kind of serenity that’s usually lost to the chaos of something more. You like this, too.

You run a hand down the fabric, surveying the rows of clothing as you clutch the towel closer to your chest.

You could spend days in here, engrossed in the vast range of colours and styles. You know them well, enough to notice when new designs are added from their return. Adventure. A different story behind each thread. One that belongs uniquely to them.

“This one, because I thought of you,” he murmurs. You can feel his arms around you, easily pulling you close, chest warm and solid.

You drop your towel and reach for the first one.

Simplicity and elegance. Clean button-ups and black slacks. Wool jackets and Givenchy sweaters.

But of them all, your favourites have to be his assortment of pink hoodies.

“Jin.” Your breath tickles his collarbone, head resting against the broad expanse of his chest. He’s wrapped around you, making you feel so small. “Jin,” you say sleepily. He nuzzles your cheek. Whispers your name in a throaty exhale. Laces his fingers through yours and brushes a kiss over your knuckles.

“You smell so good,” he groans, burying his face in your shoulder.

You blink, reaching up to touch the marks on your neck.

His hoodie falls below your knees, the faint scent of his cologne lingering on the material making your head spin pleasantly. The sleeves fall much farther, and you press them against your mouth, hiding your shy smile and concealing the flush of your cheeks.

You make lunch dancing in Namjoon’s jacket. Belting out notes horribly offkey into the wooden spoon between stirs of your pasta.

He likes streetwear. Denim. You’ve never seen someone pull off denim like he does.

“Warm,” you whisper sleepily. His large palms cup your thighs, stroking your calf slowly. Safe. He always makes you feel safe.

“Can we stay like this,” he says quietly, smile lopsided, “Just the two of us, forever?”

“Some days I don’t want to share. Some days, I want you all to myself.” He doesn’t need to say it; when it’s just you, he wears his heart on his sleeve. It’s written between every subtle gesture, the shaky exhale, the wrinkle between his eyebrows, the weight of the resignation in the unspoken words.

You eat lunch wondering if he’s eaten, too.

Dramas are watched in Hoseok’s tees. The ones that are oversized for him, even more pronounced on you. They’re easily transformed into spring dresses, thin and light as you tie up the excess material so the shirt flares like a skirt.

Sometimes they’re extravagant, expressive of his energetic personality and bold fashion sense. Experimental clash of street colours. Sometimes none.

He’s silent when you appear, decked in his glow, and he genuinely thinks he’s dying because he definitely can’t breathe and his dick is way too hard for such an innocent act.

You’ve always been beautiful, but fuck if you wearing his clothes isn’t the one of the most arousing sight he’s ever had the honour of setting his eyes on.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he groans, pressing you against the wall, one hand up the fabric, thumbing your nipples, the other hitching your leg over him as he ruts against you frantically. Like a fucking teenager in heat. He’s 25 for fuck’s sake!

Still, he can’t help himself. The urge to claim you. You’re not an object, something to be possessed, but shit –“You’re mine.”

You have to pause the episode halfway to splash water on your face.

You work in one of Jimin’s collection of loose-fitting v neck sweaters.

Frustration mounts as the cycle of typing, deleting and restructuring paragraphs of your thesis wears you down quickly.

“Don’t wanna be lonely, just wanna be yours,” he croons. Phantom strength braced against your stomach, tracing invisible love letters. He’s distracting, even when he’s not here.

You take a sip of your cold tea and push your laptop away.

You’ll try again tomorrow.

Yoongi’s turtleneck. You look ridiculous, you know, but it’s so comfortable and thick.

You’re lying on the ground of the living room, right under a sunbeam, the cool brush of the wood flooring muffled.

A nap sounds nice.

“No. Don’t move.” Voice hoarse, low. Stubborn. He’s so stubborn.

“Yoongi, I’m working,” you say, exasperated. He peeks up at you from under his fringe, eyes slitted. Arms tightening.

“No.”

He refuses to sleep elsewhere.

Miss you. You roll over.

Chicken.

That’s a lot of chicken, you muse as you examine the organized clutter of the kitchen.

Their love for chicken is unrivaled. “By everything but you. We’d give it up in a heartbeat if it meant you’d stay.”

“Japchae,” you say aloud, spinning on your heel. Jungkook’s plain black shirt flutters with your movement.

“Smells good.” Cheeky grin, doe eyes bright. A shiver ripples down your spine. Almost like he’s here.

But when you whirl around, it’s empty save for yourself.

You sleep in Taehyung’s button-downs. Today it’s Gucci.

[00:01] him: wait for me.

The bed feels too big. Pillow too soft. Mattress too hard. Blankets too suffocating.

“I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.” Chanted with so much anguish it perplexes you. As if it physically pains him to experience what he does. Gaze burning, nails digging into soft flesh, the bed frame trembles.

You finger the hem of the shirt, mind wandering.

They all have expensive tastes, evident in the high-end brands adorning every label, scores of zeros streaking across every purchase. But they are so, so deserving, and every piece is made fitting of its price.

To them, it means more than just the financial success—it means stability. Means they’ve made it.

Taehyung no longer had to dream of Gucci.

To you, it’s pride. Watching them grow has been a privilege.

“Baby,” he half-moans, half-laughs as he swallows your giggle, kissing you deeply. Lifting you up and twirling you around. “The day dragged on without you. I thought I was going to die.”

“You’re so beautiful.” A confession, sighed dreamily against your skin, nose skimming the column of your neck.

“I used to hate sharing so much,” he rasps. “But I can’t help it with you. It drives me crazy when I’m working and all I can think about is you. Your scent. Swallows me whole. Want you like this all the time.”

It’s overwhelming, the sheer love they feel for you. Heart racing, a feverish haze settling over glassy eyes. Desire and affection thrumming through their veins, wound like a livewire.

“I won’t go through the ordeal of not having you again.”

“So you’ll be able to rest in my embrace.”

“Welcome home.”

#jungkook x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #jin x reader #ot7 x reader #networkbangtan #ggukienet #hyunglinenetwork #bts #bts fluff

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abo jikook dynamics

i was an omega!jimin fan, then all for that sub!kookie and now i’m somewhere in between so enjoy a mix here!

power struggle by astrochild | 3k, 1chp it wasn’t a secret to anybody that jungkook hated the pack’s annual fight for some change in hierarchy. much less park jimin.

Reckless by Little_Dimples | 17k, 5chp Mistakes were bound to happen when you have an unmated omega and a young alpha in one group. It just so happens that Jimin and Jungkook accidentally mate one another which they really don't want too but the bond is set for eternity and the first weeks are the worst. They can't step out of their mating range and if they don't touch one another one of them is bound to get hurt. They need to find a solution to this and they need one now.

What You Need by jonghyunslisterine | 8k, 1chp Jimin's heat hits him early, and it's because Jungkook gets into a fight.

Promises by usaginoona | 8k, 1chp Jungkook is so utterly, unbelievably, incomparably in love. They’ve talked about this for months. Talked about life plans, and their future together. They bought a new house with an extra bedroom and a yard, moved out of their old apartment. Jungkook set up a new savings account, and Jimin picked up some extra hours to help prepare.

Mine, and his by Rose_gold715 | 60k, 5 works

Fxxk It (Fxxk Me) by Chimchimery | 3k, 1chp Most people couldn’t believe that Park Jimin wasn’t an Omega, and Jungkook couldn’t help but agree sometimes, just because of how beautiful and sweet and non-Alpha he seemed.

But when his mate went into rut, Jungkook saw the raw and pure Alpha in his sweet little Jimin show through.

“A-ah, oh fu-fuck Jimin…” Jungkook groaned out, gripping the silken sheets underneath him with enough force to tear them in half, body bent over the bed as he shook.

The Jeon Pack by NaHe | 70k, 12chp Jungkook's pack had survived centuries in the cold unforgiving forest. They followed strict traditions and laws to ensure their survival against nature and rival packs. Soon the responsibility of leading the pack would fall on his shoulders but before assuming the position of head alpha, he needed to choose an omega mate. The problem was that Jungkook was in love with an omega that hated his guts.

sunlight through the curtains by newbensolo | 5k, 1chp jungkook misses jimin until he comes home, then he shows him how much he missed him.

But I Hate Seeing Your Pretty Body Go To Waste by wormsteinVEVO | 4k, 1chp The thin lace of his panties felt harsh against the material of Jungkook’s jeans, but he didn’t care as long as long as his little cock was getting the relief it wanted. “Please,” he whimpered again.

Jungkook tsked and gripped Jimin’s hips, effectively immobilizing the smaller. “No, prince. Use your words or you’re not getting anything,” Jungkook said, ignoring his mate’s small sounds of protest.

Jimin’s lower lip wobbled and tears filled his eyes. “Alpha, please. Hurts. Please touch me.”

Who Knew that We Were Fools by Masquerada | 19k, 1chp Jungkook endangers his life to pretend that he isn't an omega. His life calls bullshit, and only Jimin can fix it.

til kingdom come by fatal (cumrich) | 3k, 1chp four months in and jimin still doesn't feel like he has a handle on this whole parenting thing. it doesn't help that jeongguk, as always, seems to be a natural.

花樣年華; when in bloom by chimout | 24k, 7chp He still remembers the conversation he shared with Namjoon at the side of the courtyard, hidden beneath the cherry blossoms and drenched in the shadows. They sat together for so long, Namjoon’s deep tremors voicing fears Jeongguk never knew he had.

Jeongguk left with five thoughts that haunt his mind still:

Though a myth, the existence of “true mates” does stem from the real but rare occurrence of two individuals experiencing heightened sensations during their first encounter.

The Grand Prince of Hyeneung is not Namjoon’s true mate. But Namjoon likes him enough, and both royal courts supposed that would suffice.

Nobody asked if the grand prince was fine with the arrangement.

But Jeongguk’s alpha is clearly not. And Jeongguk wants to offer an alternative, another form of alliance between Hyeneung and Gwawon through a different mating, but that option will be shot down immediately.

Because even though they are true mates, Jeongguk is merely the bastard prince of Gwawon.

sew your heart to my sleeve by graesun | 8k, 1 work in which alpha!jimin and omega!jungkook are mates for life

hope you're waiting at the end by petrichorian | 5k, 1chp It dawns on Jimin like a bucket of cold water. The unusually strong scent, Jeongguk’s nesting on the bed, his frail voice as he lays there like he’s in pain… Jeongguk’s in heat.

(I Bloom) Just For You by Charmander | 10k, 1chp He’s awe-inspiring, lost in the music, his smile brighter than the strobe lights. Jimin aches to join him, to snake his arms around him and hold him close as they dance together.

Instead, Jimin wraps a hand around his colorful drink again, abandoning the straw and tipping his head back to chug what remains. There are already at least three alphas vying for his best friend’s attention tonight. What chance does he have?

Jimin’s been in love with his best friend, Jungkook, for as long as they’ve known each other, but he knows Jungkook will never feel the same. Jungkook is out to prove him wrong when his heat starts and Jimin is the only one around to help him.

cinnamon and flame. by plutogcf | 1k, 1chp jimin and jungkook are newly mated boyfriends.

Bite Me To Show Me You Love Me by Luna242 | 2k, 1chp Slowly and gently, he bit down into the soft neck beneath him without breaking skin or eye contact with the Seventeen leader. He had to make a point.

Jungkook was his.

Jungkook whimpered and whined in his grip before a low growl sent vibrations straight through the omega and in an instant he went pliant in his arms.

Or Jungkook gets surrounded by alphas not from his pack and panics.

Infinite Arms by rebus | 9k, 1chp "There's a wolf at the edge of the forest."

It's a rare occurrence when a wolf shows up unannounced, often, it's unwelcome; but it's been a long time since the pack alpha has had to kill, and he doesn't wish to change that tonight.

"It's strange...the scent is."

You're Mated? by sammich_dominos | 6k, 1chp What's Jimin supposed to say when his friends find out that he isn't the single Omega they thought he was, that he's actually been mated for longer than he's know them, and what's their obsession with idol Jeon Jungkook?

undeserving by honeybriar | 11k, 1chp “jeongguk-ah,” says jimin, and there’s a tremble in his voice, too. “jeongguk-ah, baby. i want to help you. please let me help you.” jeongguk sniffs, letting out another sob because that’s worse, that’s worse—he made jimin feel like he wasn’t needed, wasn’t wanted. jeongguk said he didn’t need help, so why is jimin offering it? “i can’t help you if you don’t talk to me, though. if you don’t wanna open the door, that’s okay. but i need you to talk to me.”

“no,” jeongguk finally mumbles.

“what do you mean, no?”

“no,” repeats jeongguk, louder now. “i want you to go away.” it’s hardly the first time jimin has been present for one of jeongguk’s emotional breakdowns. they’ve seen each other cry enough times over the years to hardly be phased by it—and jeongguk knows that jimin knows better than anyone how to take care of him. how to make it better. but jeongguk still believes he deserves to suffer alone.

(or: jeongguk has a bad day at school. jimin makes it better.)

Beta Representations by minarenny | 3k, 1chp “Kookie,” Jimin says quietly. “I would never, ever be disappointed in you for what you present as. And I promised you could spend my heats with me once you presented, so as long as you still want to, you can. As for being knotted—I’ve got toys that simulate that just fine, you know. I’d rather...do other things.”

“Other things?” Jungkook wrinkles his nose, trying to dispel the thought of Jimin fucking himself with a toy, face flushed and lips parting in a moan as it knots him—

“Like fuck you, for instance.”

A Christmas Miracle by softjungoo | 1k, 1chp He covers his mouth in shock, tears glistening in his doe eyes. After almost 3 years of trying - 3 years of doctors, family members, and friends telling them its hopeless - it's finally happening. Or, Jungkook gives Jimin the best Christmas gift ever

blossom and sandalwood by namakemono | 1k, 1chp Every ten years, the head alphas of the eastern and southern packs meet to renew their peace treaty.

bonus: sugamonhopekook

skin show by eyeliner | 39k, 3chp two's company. three's a crowd. four is, well.

bonus: ot7

Rain and Raspberries by iamnotokpop | 4k, 1chp Jungkook loves berries. (And maybe a few other things too).

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youarejesting · 4 years

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Mania.1

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Rating: Mature 18+ Pairing: BTS OT7 Blood types: Namjoon, Jhope, Jungkook, Yoongi (A) Taehyung (AB) Jin, Jimin and Yoongi (O) (Jimin in real life is an A blood type)

Summary: At eighteen everyone takes a blood test to find out their blood types. A, B, or O. Each blood type represents the person's secondary gender Alpha, Beta or Omega and can be Dominant (+) or Recessive (-). When small thin Yoongi receives his letter he doesn't expect A+. There was no way he was an Alpha especially not a dominant. But as time passes he shows no Alpha nor Omega tendencies and frankly he doesn't care. Working in his father's electrical business helps pay the bills but Yoongi's real passion is music. One very hot day in the roof space of a luxury apartment that Yoongi is rewiring an intoxicatingly pleasant smell churns his insides and he finds himself in need of something to quench his thirst.

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Yoongi never understood why people would say one's blood is important. To him it was just blood but to them it was this sacred thing. It defines who you are; it wasn’t always like this but things started changing. Dominant genes in the human body rose once more as they had previously reigned many eras ago. Everyone carried their blood card on their persons for emergencies, but it lead to some discrimination. Some people forged themselves new cards. While some couldn’t accept this, others just kept silent this was who they were now.

Yoongi turned eighteen. He went to the clinic, waiting to donate some blood. It was legally required that everyone donate blood at least once, so they could identify your blood type. Once he finished donating the small bag he was given a juice and a slice of cake of his choosing from the ambient display cabinet.

“Happy birthday,” the nurse smiled he thanked them, eating slowly. That day had started out well and that moment didn’t seem important. Yoongi had long forgotten that he even donated until the letter came in the mail. It was a month since his birthday and he froze looking at the crisp white envelope. Walking to his room so as not to disturb his housemate who was a year younger.

He was nervous, his heart beating audibly in his chest. Yoongi sank onto his bed ripping the seal of the envelope, reaching in to grab the card. Pulling the card from the paper and flipping it over to see a blood type he wasn’t expecting at all.

α+

He was beyond surprised to be an Alpha. He wasn’t that build at all. Grabbing the attached letter, he read it carefully looking for the error.

Dear Min Yoongi,

Congratulations you are an Alpha Dominant. This means you are larger and stronger than beta and omega humans. They can be male or female. But usually have a higher testosterone level.

Alpha males can impregnate males and female omega and on rare occasions female Alphas.

The hormones the Omega releases help the Alpha feel calm and safe, just as the alpha pheromones can calm and home an omega.

You are dominant or positive which means you can create and identify the scents of others.

I hope this information finds you well, for more information please see our website www.fakewebsite.com or contact us on 1234567890 or write to us at 123 fake street, town

Sincerely,

Doctor Fake fellow

“Your kidding how can I be an Alpha I barely make sixty-five kilos,” he whined looking in the mirror across the room. He could see his thin arms and legs and sighed throwing the letter aside and flopping back onto the mattress. He sighed, slipping his new card into his wallet. “This has to be wrong,”

Over the years Yoongi had questioned everything he had met omegas and alphas and though he could smell pheromones each smelt odd and in no way appealing.

He hadn’t even experienced a Rut nor a Heat so he determined it was all a lie. But the Alpha card got him places, he was from a respectable family and worked in his father's electrical business.

Scheduled to rewire a newly furnished apartment for some indie band or something; Yoongi wore the navy blue jumpsuit with the zip to the neck.

He secured the worn tool belt around his hips and took the keys to the truck. His father and brother joined him in the vehicle and he drove off to the higher end of the city. Stopping at the gate, Yoongi’s eyebrows rose this was a fancy gated community. “Hello, we are rewiring apartment number seven for a mister Kim Namjoon” Yoongi smiled handing over the three ID cards. The guard nodded checking the cards then comparing them to the maintenance schedule before they were all allowed in.

Arriving outside the apartment, Yoongi was grabbing the gear while his father greeted Namjoon. The three grabbed everything and headed upstairs into the living room. Making sure to throw sheets and tarps over the floor where they would definitely make a mess. Each moving furniture and important-looking things delicately out of the work area.

Turning to his father and brother, Yoongi played and lost a game of rock, paper, scissors. Deeming him the unfortunate soul who would have to enter into the roof crawl space to take care of running the wires.

He took his water bottle and placed in the earpiece headset for easy communication. Yoongi climbed the ladder. Instantly sweating it was truely the middle of summer. He had no doubt he wouldn’t be leaving here the same way he arrived.

“Okay lower the wire” His father's voice played in his ear, he could hear faint talking in the background. Time past and Yoongi noticed his heart was racing in his chest with no explanation as to why. He also began noticing a small pain in his stomach and the sweat was running down his back. His overalls were uncomfortably wet and stuck to his form.

“Hey sparks, you still alive?” Yoongi’s brother called. He tried to pull himself together, unzipping the front of his overalls, peeling the sleeves off his arms and tying them around his waist.

“Yeah, just thinking about how much I smell it’s literally overpowering and disgusting” He frowned running and pinning wires along the beams and redoing the light connections.

“It’s just we got an emergency call, there is an entire house live wired we got to go,” The voice called again over the radio.

“Look it’s almost done you head out I will taxi home I have hung the wires I will attach them, pack up and go just leave sockets, the solder, and some copper and I can do the rest,” Yoongi sighed “you just owe me next time”

“Okay, I will tell Namjoon-ssi,” Yoongi’s brother said “he is a cool alpha you should see him he speaks English which is cool”

Rolling his eyes at his brother a fanboy for anything foreign, “What is so good about knowing English when we are Koreans living in Korea”

“Hey sparks, we are leaving Namjoon-ssi with a headset so you don’t die up there,” Yoongi’s father spoke and Yoongi could hear him take off the headset as his voice drifted further away. “that should work give it a go?”

“Hello this is Kim Namjoon,” This voice was deep, Yoongi lowered his head in a sign of submission. He could feel the authority in his voice even among alphas it was common for the weaker to bow to the strongest.

“Hearing you loud and clear Namjoon-ssi this is sparky” Yoongi breathed heavily as his brother signed off hearing the disconnection beeps. He sighed, taking care of all the last wires and finishing up in the crawl space. He just had to finish the connections and sockets and then everything would be good for him to go home and shower. He peered down, his grey tank darkened by sweat, and stuck to his form.

His head was spinning from the heat and dehydration, he was so thirsty but his water bottle was empty. Yoongi went to climb back down, but the idiots he worked with and called family had taken the ladder with them. He felt the breeze from the small opening to the roof he shivered, his nipples hardening slightly under his wet singlet. Attached to the cool air was a strong mix of scents that left his head spinning. Trying to judge the four-meter drop which would be about two if he could hang down by his hands.

“They took the ladder, so you can jump down, I am here to catch you” Namjoon’s deep voice spoke both in his ear and from the room below. Yoongi shivered once more, obviously from the breeze on his drenched skin. The Alpha scent grew stronger but the heat of the roof took its toll on his body. His arms going limp they gave way causing him to fall into a strong pair of arms.

He didn’t know why but his head was so cloudy and he was shaking, burying his face into this man's wide chest. “I think I have heatstroke, can I borrow some ice?” Yoongi’s voice came out as a mumble.

Some figures appeared from the doorway behind them and Namjoon swallowed hard, carrying Yoongi to the couch and laying him down.

“Why is there an omega in heat in our lounge room?” Another Omega said curiously. His pillowed lips and other beautiful feature that complimented each other atop soft glowing skin. He was so very omega only to be contrasted by such broad shoulders and tall stature.

“I’m not an omega idiot,” He threw his wallet at them from the pocket of his overalls. The third person in the room seemed to have a very athletic build and a spicy scent. He opened Yoongi’s wallet and looked at the blood identification card. “I have been tested and if you don’t believe that the papers are in the back, I have high testosterone levels”

“There has been a mistake, get checked again you’re in heat” The alpha spoke with a more nasally tone swallowing thickly, with the scent filling the room.

“No, it’s summer, and I was in the freaking ceiling,” He whined head clouding over once more as the scent made his stomach clench. “It’s just heat stroke”

“Your scent is so strong and sweet, we are not mistaken” This Alpha moved with strong strides. He smiled walking over and taking a deep breath, He was a bubbly alpha but that didn’t stop his bright smile turning into a powerful smirk. “My name is Jung Hoseok”

“Do you like my scent, little Omega” the youngest alpha whispered walking over to the couch his genes telling him to take care of the helpless Omega.

“Is there someone we can call, you cannot stay here, or the boys will do something you and they might not like?” The tall omega returned to the living room, shooing the boys away as best he could. He said his name was Kim Seokjin but to call him Jin.

Jin pulled Yoongi upright, placing a small pill on his tongue explaining it would suppress his heat. Holding the glass to the pale omega’s lips he tilted Yoongi’s head back until he swallowed. Yoongi felt helpless his body felt like it wasn’t his own and he was scared, the water was refreshing and he drank trying to quench the burn in his body.

He laid against Jin’s chest the tall omega patting his back and shushing his whining. “You are okay, it will start working soon bare with it” Yoongi shook in his arms feeling the burn intensify.

“Are you a fan trying to lure our alpha’s because they are trained to resist omegas pheromones” A sweet voice belonging to a very androgenous omega who looked at him with dark, cold eyes. He had soft plush lips and moved elegantly like a snake.

“I’m not an omega how many times do I…” He was cut off by a strange feeling between his legs. His underwear was becoming even more soaked by the second and he missed the collective moan from the alphas within the room.

“What’s happening?” Another handsome young man entered the room but his scent was strange, it was a barely-there alpha, Yoongi didn’t understand. But he was to focused on the strongest alpha scents reaching him.

“Hyung, I don’t think the suppressant is working?” the young alpha said squirming from one foot to another. He was biting his lip and Yoongi thought he looked oddly long like a rabbit.

“I don’t like this make it stop” Yoongi whined looking at the omega holding him and buried his face into his broad chest “I want to go home”

“You can’t go outside, someone might take advantage of you” Jin rubbed his back soothingly, but the ache was still there. “How about a shower?”

Namjoon ordered all the Alphas to be confined to their rooms until the situation was resolved.

“Come on, you aren’t that bad right, I will pay your cab fare. Let’s get you home,” Jimin complained touching Yoongi’s sweaty form.

“Jimin help me,” Jin said struggling to support the squirming Yoongi, “This is his first heat imagine how scary this is for him, do you remember your first heat?”

“Yeah whatever, come on Yongli… whatever your name is” Yoongi saw the roll of his eyes and couldn’t believe how pretty and yet how dangerously snake like this omega was. He much preferred Jin to Jimin, at least the older and taller omega was homely and had a strong sense of nurture.

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btsqualityy · 5 years

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BTS Kink Series: Exhibitionism

Warnings: Smut, degradation

Kim Seokjin

“Fuck Y/N,” Jin grunted as he watched you suck eagerly on his cock. “Take it all in baby,” he encouraged and you nodded before placing your hands flat on his thighs as you slowly inched your mouth further down the length of his cock.

“Oh my god,” he stammered, setting his hands on your head. You gagged lightly and pulled back, letting his cock fall out of your mouth as you tried to catch your breath. You moved your hands from his thighs and wrapped both of them around his cock, using the spit that you left on him as lube to stroke him firmly.

“So good for me,” Jin praised, making you smile lightly. “Sucking me off in a public bathroom like this.”

“I can’t believe you actually convinced me to do this,” you murmured back as you kept stroking him.

“You know it turns you on though, doesn’t it?” He questioned and you looked up at him.

“Maybe you should eat me out or fuck me in here to find out,” you suggested innocently and Jin smirked as he arched his eyebrow.

“Get me off first and then we can talk about it,” he replied and you rolled your eyes lightly before taking him back into your mouth, making a guttural moan escape his lips.

Min Yoongi

“Yoongi, stop it!” You hissed as you pushed his wandering hand away from the button of your pants.

“Oh, come on baby,” he cooed as he pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your neck. “There’s no one over here to even see us.”

“That doesn’t negate the fact that we’re on a train Min Yoongi,” you chastised. He kissed his teeth before trailing his free hand up and lightly curling it over your throat.

“Y/N-ah,” he whispered firmly and his tone of voice caused you to freeze. “Be a good girl for me and let me finger your pussy. Ok?” You stayed still as his other hand unbuttoned your jeans and his hand promptly slid inside your panties.

“Yoongi,” you whimpered, biting your lip as his index finger slid up and down the length of your slit.

“Are you gonna be good?” He wondered and you nodded your head immediately. You were rewarded for complying when Yoongi pulled your panties to the side, sliding two of his fingers inside of you while tightening the grip he had on your throat at the same time. You moaned lowly, biting your lip in an attempt to keep your noises down.

“Good girl.”

Kim Namjoon

You and Namjoon stepped onto the elevator hand in hand, Namjoon pressing the button for the 19th floor afterwards. You watched as he leaned up against the wall, the sweat from the concert that he and the other members finished a mere half hour ago still on his face, making his skin look like it was glowing.

“Tired?” You simpered, raising your hand and wiping away the sweat for him.

“Mm, nah,” he mumbled as he set his hands on your waist, pulling you flush against him. You instantly recognized the bulge inside of his pants that was pressed up against your lower abdomen and you glanced up at him, only to see that he was already looking at you with a lazy smirk on his face.

“Really Joon?” You chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands moved lower, settling on the cheeks of your ass.

“This is the first time we’ve been alone all day,” he murmured as he began kneading your ass through the denim that covered it. “Can you blame me?”

“As much as I’d love to,” you started to say but Namjoon cut you off by suddenly capturing your lips with his own, his tongue not hesitating to snake it’s way into your mouth. There was a flurry of wet smacks as you tangled your tongue with his, a gurgled moan escaping from your mouth to his when he left an unexpected smack to one of the cheeks of your ass.

“Turn around,” he muttered huskily and you rapidly spun around, pressing the curve of your ass to the prominent bulge in his pants. He began to rut against you, the both of you letting out low hums of pleasure at the movement. The sudden ding of the elevator letting you know that you’d reached your requested floor causes you to jump lightly and you look over your shoulder at Namjoon, who is rolling his eyes because of the interruption.

“Let’s go,” he stated firmly, taking ahold of your hand and leading you out of the elevator down the hall to your shared hotel room.

Jung Hoseok

“What if someone came by and saw us right at this exact moment?” Hobi questioned, making you groan loudly and not from the feeling of his cock inside of you.

“Would you shut up?” You mumbled as you continued to ride his cock.

“It’s a valid question though. I mean, we are in a parking lot; a mall parking lot, at that.” You pulled your face out of his neck and glared down at him.

“Do I need to gag you with my panties to get you to shut the hell up?”

“Mm, kinky,” he smirked and you rolled your eyes. He set his palms on your ass, spreading your cheeks apart as he helped you move up and down on his length. “You like that though, don’t you?”

“What?”

“The thought of someone walking past, seeing you riding my cock like the little slut you are in broad daylight,” he breathed and you clenched around him from his words. “Fuck, I felt that baby.”

“Hobi,” you whimpered, feeling your orgasm winding it’s way throughout your pelvis.

“It’s ok baby,” he promised. “Let everyone see you make yourself come on my cock.”

Park Jimin

“Ohh fuck,” you drawled, looking down between your legs as Jimin licked long stripes up the length of your slit. It had all started out innocently enough, you and Jimin lightly teasing each other in your seats next to each other on the plane. However, that soon turned into you palming him through his jeans and you may or may not have made him come in his pants. Jimin all but dragged you to the back of the plane, pushed you into the bathroom, and had you sitting on top of the small counter all before you could even ask him what he was doing.

“Oh my gosh,” you mumbled as you watched him drag his plump lips against your slit. “So good.”

“Yeah?” He hummed and you nodded in response. “It must be, you’re so fucking wet,” he purred.

“Well, making you come turns me on,” you admitted, making him smirk as he glanced up at you. He brought his hands up and set them underneath your thighs, pushing them back so that your pussy was on full display for him.

“Hold them there,” he instructed and you nodded as you grabbed ahold of your thighs. He then ran his hands on the insides of your thighs, his pointer finger settling on your clit. “I really should punish you for that, you know?” He questioned as he used his pointer finger to lightly flick your clit, which made you arch your back off of the mirror behind you and moan loudly.

“Jimin, please,” you begged, just wanting him to make you come.

“I know baby, I know,” he murmured soothingly. “Tongue or fingers?”

“Tongue, please,” you smiled and Jimin returned it before lowering his head, snaking his tongue inside of you before bobbing his head up and down. You squealed and set your hands on top of his head as you watched him tongue fuck you into an orgasm.

Kim Taehyung

When Taehyung suggested that the two of you spend your day doing something fun, you didn’t expect him to suggest going to the movies right after that. Since it was a rare day off for him, it didn’t matter much to you what the two of you were doing; as long as you were together, you were good so you agreed. However, after the two of you got the theater and settled into your seats, you soon realized just why Tae had suggested this outing.

You were on your knees in your seat, the small arm rest lifted up to allow you full access to Tae’s lap as you sucked his cock.

“Shit,” Tae hissed lowly as he watched you take as much as of his cock down your throat as you could possibly manage. “Your throat’s so fucking good.” You gurgled around his cock, the vibrations of it surrounding his cock which almost made him moan out loud.

“Mm, so fucking good,” Tae muttered as he sat up in his seat, leaning over and snaking his hand down the back of your jeans. You lifted your mouth off of his cock, looking up at him.

“What are you doing?” You whispered but your question was answered as you felt his fingers pull your panties to the side before slipping inside of you. You keened, lowering your mouth back onto his cock to help muffle any sounds that you’d let out.

“You thought I was going to leave you hanging baby girl?” He muttered quietly and you smiled around his cock. “I want to make you come around all of these people too.”

Jeon Jungkook

“God, would you quiet down?” Jungkook grunted as he thrust into you from behind. You bit your lip harshly in an attempt to hold in your moans but that plan shot to shit when Jungkook began to rotate his hips, causing you to slam your hands against the mirror in front of you.

“I can’t if you keep fucking me like this,” you whimpered. Still thrusting into you, Jungkook grabbed your hair in one hand, yanking your head back and making your back arch.

“You’re the little slut who wanted me to fuck you in a dressing room,” he seethed. “Be a good slut and fucking take it.” He pushed himself deeper into you with his push of his cock inside of you and you couldn’t help the almost pornographic sounds falling from your lips.

“Do I need to gag you?” Jungkook asked you harshly and you shook your head as best you could with the grip that he still had on your hair. Regardless of your answer, Jungkook took his free hand and wrapped it around your head, clamping his hand down on your mouth. He kept fucking you, the only sound now being the sound of his hips hitting your ass and your muffled moans.

“There we go,” Jungkook smirked as your fingernails began to scrape down the mirror when you felt your orgasm winding to it’s end inside of you. “Gonna come?” He asked and you nodded rapidly. “Do it then. Come on my cock,” he instructed and a muffled scream rumbled against Jungkook’s palm as you came all over him.

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 5 years

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BTS Scenario: How they give heated kisses

This is like the smuttiest thing I’ve written and like, it’s not even that bad but I’m blushing like a school girl. 😂

Namjoon

When Namjoon is giving you heated kisses you can literally feel his whole heart and soul put into it. He kisses you deeply. One hand on your waist gripping you tightly as his other hand is gently holding the side of your face. His hands are constantly roaming over your body. He moves his hand from your waist and slips it under your shirt rubbing circles into your hip with his thumb. His hand on your face slowly moving down your neck and eventually joining his other on your waist. He wants you to feel just how much he adores you. In between kisses he’s telling you just how much you mean to him and how much he loves you.

“I love you. So much y/n. Nothing compares to the feeling of your lips on mine.”

Jin

Jin wants your body as close as humanly possible when he is kissing you. His hands are wandering everywhere, wanting to feel your warmth. He needs to feel you, he craves having your body pressed against his own. His favorite place to have you is in his lap. He has one hand tangled in your hair gently pulling on it and his other hand tightly gripping your waist holding you in place. His tongue intertwining with yours as he shows you just how much he loves you through the way his body reacts to your own.

“Baby?”

“Yeah, Jin?”

“You’re beautiful. So beautiful. I love having you close to me like this. I never want to let you go.”

Yoongi

When things get heated between you and Yoongi it is very rare that his lips will actually be on your own. He’s rough with you. He kisses you pretty much everywhere as he wants to mark you so everyone knows you belong to him. He’s sucking your neck, collar bones, and moves down to your chest and hips. No part of you is going to be left uncovered. He knows just where to bite and lightly suck on your skin to make you come apart under him. His fingers are gripping your hair as he pulls harshly on it to reveal more of your neck to him as he sucks more bruises onto your skin. Marking you just isn’t good enough for him, he needs to hear you say who you belong to.

“God you look so pretty with those marks all over you. Tell me baby who gave you those?”

“You did Yoongi.”

“And who do you belong to?”

“You, Yoongi. Only you.”

“Gosh my good little prince/ss you are so amazing to me.”

Hoseok

Hoseok is very dominant when things get heated between you two. If you aren’t pinned against the mattress he has you pressed up against the wall with his hands tightly pinning yours above your head so you can’t touch him like you want to.

“Hands stay up baby. Maybe I’ll reward you if you’re good.” He doesn’t start off slow with you, immediately intertwining his tongue with your own as he’s rutting against your thigh. Things go from 0 to 100 very quickly with Hoseok. If you whimper while he’s grinding down onto to you, your clothes are going to be off in 5 seconds flat. He just wants to make you feel good and make sure you are taken care of. He’s kinda soft for you though and will literally will give you anything you ask for if you ask him sweetly.

“Hobi please. Let me touch you. I need to feel you.”

“Alright, love. Since you asked so nicely you can let your hands down.”

Jimin

Making out with Jimin is an experience. You never really know what to expect since he is such a huge switch. First of all he knows how much you love the feeling of his plump lips on your skin and he teases you relentlessly for it. He literally will kiss you and worship your entire body before he kisses your lips. He places soft kisses to your neck, chest, thighs, anywhere his lips can reach. He’s very vocal and things can escalate very quickly if you praise him while he’s kissing you. Tell him what makes you feel good and how amazing he is to you and your pants are going to be off before you can even finish your sentence. He also absolutely loves it when you take charge though. Flip your positions around to where you are on top of him placing kisses all over his neck and chest and he is going to be a whimpering mess and praising you for being so good to him. He’s very touchy, running his hands through your hair, down your neck to your chest as he ends his ventures at the waist line your pants. He dips his fingers into the waistband of your pants and leaves his fingers unmoving until you are practically begging him to touch you where you need him the most.

“Love the pretty sounds you make, angel. Just for me. You’re so beautiful and I love when you beg for me.”

Taehyung

When things get heated between you and Taehyung he makes sure you feel like an absolutely god/goddess. He loves kissing you when you are in nothing but your underwear so he can kiss your body everywhere as he is telling you everything he loves about the parts he is kissing. He loves leaving hickies all over you as he’s saying “mine” after every bruise that blossoms on your skin. He wants you to be reminded of how much he loves you every time you look in the mirror. He loves having you pressed up against him so anytime you two are kissing each other he either has you in his bed or against a wall. His favorite place to kiss you is in bed, with him pinning your hands above your head as he slips his tongue into your mouth. He’s a biter. He loves biting on your lower lip when he kisses you and if you do the same to him or nip at his neck he’s going to fuck you into the mattress until you can’t walk tomorrow.

“You’re mine aren’t you baby?”

“Of course Tae. Only yours. I love you so much.”

“God I love you too. You’re gorgeous.”

Jungkook

Jungkook may seem like a shy innocent bunny when he’s out in public with you but the second he gets you alone you’re in for it. If he wants you, he’s going to have you as soon as he has you through the door. He starts off slow with you, placing soft kisses to your lips and neck to ease you into it. He darts out his tongue to lick your bottom lip and signal you to part you lips. He slips his tongue into your mouth and touches you everywhere. Gripping your chest, digging his fingers into your hips hard enough to leave bruises. He would grip your thighs and pick you up so you wrap your legs around his waist as he pushes you even firmer into the wall. He sucks harshly on your neck and chest. He’s very vocal, moaning into your mouth as he kisses you. If you turn the tables on him and places kisses to his neck his mouth is right by your ear praising you and telling you how good you make him feel as he’s whimpering your name.

“Ah, y/n you’re amazing. You always make my feel so good.”

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juleswolverton-hyde · 5 years

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Between the pages | 03

Genre: fluff, angst, romance, smut, Werewolf AU, Bookshop AU

Pairing: alpha!Namjoon x human!Reader

Warning: Mention of knotting/mating, a conflicted angry Joon.

Summary: Sometimes we find by sheer luck what we lost between the pages. The retrieval, however, is not always as fortunate.

Previous part / Masterlist / part 4 (yet to be written)

Inhibition has come to form a steady aspect of a life full of oppression, whether it be in the form of thoughts about a dearly missed loved one or unspoken words about an inevitable event. All are elements of the mental cage a fortunate woman was distanced from just in time, the second drowsy murmurs started to transform into murring, the disguise of the thing within regardlessly hoping happiness could be found somewhere far out of its reach.

Just in time to remain blind to the monster.

Be safe from the unconscious influence of nature always triggered first by a splendid persevering brother who also falls into bestial primitivity once a month howbeit in a much more controlled fashion than the youngest shame of the bloodline.

From a murderous lustful renegade.

And that same silver perpetrator now stares out over the calmly flowing river mirroring the rays of the sun on a rare bright day, zoning out to the occasional sharp sparkle that distracts all focus from the boiling bad temper and painful stings in the nether region which will only worsen once the monthly “season” starts anew. Is lost in the scent of inked pages that were once read together after class and on dates that seem so long ago if not part of one of the many surrounding tales, completely ignoring the psychiatric alpha earning some money on the side as a barista as broad shoulders are shook with an urgent request for a shift in attention.

‘Namjoon! Have you been listening at all?’ A mirthless though relieved grimace forms on the elder brown wolf’s long handsome face when hazy eyes revert from agitated crimson to espresso, regaining a sense of reality as gazes lock while absent fingers continue to fidget with the iron necklace from which a platinum wedding band dangles. The ring that will never bond with moonstone. ‘Of course, you haven’t. Look, Monie, I know you’re thinking of her as per usual when you stand here instead of actually running the store and can smell on you that your rut is going to start soon, but even so, we really need to talk.’

There is no energy to wage a verbal war despite the anger of the creature within, eager to lash out with claws at being provoked while the man forming its host manages to sedate it at the cost of increased exhaustion but a triumph of civilization. However, before starting on the inevitable topic, a habitual question is asked regardless of the never-changing negative reply to it. ‘Any word of Tae?’

‘You know how it goes, nothing. No new trails nor news. He’s out there somewhere doing fine, I’m sure. We have to hope so.’ An encouraging squeeze in a broad shoulder clad in an earthly colourful loose Mexican-style poncho consoles the melancholic hate-stained thought about the cousin turned away by the family simply for being an omega. A mere boy who was kicked out by parents who were supposed to love their only son unconditionally but easily discarded the blonde boy upon finding out amber would never turn into ruby. It is because of them Tae Tae ran away and vanished without a trace, could be dead for all that is known since childish naivety can become the cause for fatal errors.

Where are you? Please be alright. Please be okay wherever you are, buddy. You were the only other one who actually understood what it is like to be different. To be an outcast.

There is not much time to contemplate the loss of the relative with the odd square smile who was taught reading by a kid who would grow up to be a black-hearted killer, because Hoseok already moves on to the next sensitive topic of debate. ‘Joon, I went to the hospital recently and-’

‘I changed Jungkook, I know. Heard the story over breakfast thanks to Jin.’ Full lips pull back into a snarl, baring stark white teeth with a low self-loathing growl at the thought of having ruined the life of the shy cherry red-haired boy working as a waiter in the restaurant run by the head of the river territory who has strangely always idolized a mere beastly bookseller. Pulled strength from his words when dropping by to ask for tutoring for the seemingly hopeless exams of the high school he just graduated from. Kept doing so because he wanted to make his girlfriend, a really nice girl who is a few years older than him and is in the second year of the study of the mind, proud. But the mentor let the apprentice down in the most terrible of ways possible. ‘I’m a monster, a hazard, a fucking disgrace. I should be put down.’

Bony fingers now enclose both upper arms, demanding a revision of the statement out of fear for the asylum that would rightfully put an end to an endless war. ‘Don’t say that. We’ll think of something, do a bit more research to strengthen your medication. Jungkook’s girlfriend asked me to provide him with therapy so I’ll make sure he’ll go through the changing process as flawlessly as possible and keep you out of sight of The Council.’ The anxiety increases further at seeing the disbelief in an attitude knowing very well there is only so long one can run for justice, for a sane mind to remain separated from the abomination which grows more visceral by the day, for help to actually provide a solution. ‘Please say you don’t have the gun anymore.’

Until, one day, only a bullet helps.

’Joon, say you don’t. That’s not what Y/N would want for you.’ Something is off about the scent of amiable panicked irises, weird in the worried tone of speech. ‘She would support you and find a way. Help us find a way to do something about being a Renegade. Think of her, Monie. Of the ring. She’s out there somewhere and you will get married one day. And what of your brother, of Seokjin? He basically raised you on his back. And what of me? I can’t run this place on my own because I don’t know the summary of every book on the shelves. We’ll find a way and put this situation to rest properly.’

Flowers, but one sort in particular.

Tulips in summer.

‘How can you say that when her perfume is on you?’ The deformed mouth now clearly shows sharp canines, a mad frenzy ignited by smelling the wife who had to be saved from a monster on the other alpha cloaking vision in a scarlet haze as fingers mould into fists, nails digging into the palms to have a weak link to sanity.

But to no avail.

The tables turn, one hand distorted with rage grabbing the collar of a neatly ironed alabaster shirt and pulling the stunned earth-toned wolf with thin-rimmed glasses closer so that every growled word can be heard crystal clear in the air filled with the smell of freshly baked bread and her. ‘Answer me, goddammit. Why is my wife’s perfume on you? Did you fuck her, hm? Given her pups while you know she’s mine?’

The tinkling of the bell at the front door goes accompanied by a fresh alluring wave of the characteristic reminiscent scent also present on a lying bastard, distracting the mind just enough with alluring calming flashbacks to times gone by for Hoseok to once more turn the tide when a small step is set in the direction of temptation.

Y/N. She... she’s here. She finally came back to me, to her alpha.

The hold on the neatly ironed fabric is rapidly broken off by meticulously prying digits loose and turning the formerly offending arm on the spine after flipping a powerful wolf only now stupidly aware of the sudden attack, each endeavour to break free nullified with every ounce of available strength maintaining the locked position against the window behind the counter.

‘What the hell are you doing?’ A protesting wriggle proves as futile as the enemy’s had before, solely resulting in another grunt from the barely older colleague clearly thinking above his status. ‘Let me go!’

‘And let you walk up to her like this? You’re almost suffocating me monthly with pheromones so imagine what it would do to her.’ The unconsciously emitted hormones strengthen the chances of finding a proper omega partner to see the rut with through, intensifying every emotion and touch with the trance-like state it induces in both the lover and the mate. Although not everyone always appreciates the enhanced scents for to some they are unappealing, to put it politely. Regardless, due to the prohibition of werewolf-human relationships, very little is known of what it does to a person without the magnificent power of old but considering their obvious lesser strength, it is likely they shall submit earlier than the average she-wolf. Other effects remain in the undiscovered field of myth and legend.

‘She’s my wife!’ The view changes from the bright clear spring river to wood supporting stacks of newly arrived books that have yet to be categorized and priced, pinned down on the counter by the cursed mongrel bearing the scent of the gorgeous lady already bound to an alpha from a proud ancient line yet tried to be claimed by another.

‘And she is human.’ The unimportant fact is growled through gritted teeth. Just another supposedly good reason to not meet the woman who should have become the mother of my pups a long time ago, when the force within awakened for the first time after a date in the lush green park nearby the shining river. She would have looked lovely on all fours underneath the long fingers of the willow tree at the waterside of the central pond, flowy dress imprinted with summer cherries hiked up enough to allow her alpha, me, to pump her full while wrists were pinned to the soft young grass.

The heat within worsens at the imagery as the rut painfully signals with restrained by denim twitches that the incredible fantasy can still be lived if only the current situation can be escaped and Y/N retrieved before going somewhere private. Although, with the sensual cravings coming more and more to a boiling point on the brink of an uncontrollable explosion, it is likelier the beautiful woman who was idiotically left behind will first be knotted on the ground.

Floral footsteps head towards the literary section in the back of the shop, removing themselves from a loving husband. Never again will the same mistake be made, that small hand let go of. It shall only be so when having to take over the task of carrying our son or daughter or both around.

Only then.

‘So what? I’m not allowed to even greet her? She’s not yours, bastard. She’s mine. My mate.’ Claws already begin to form where wrists are held captive, canines tangibly pressing against the tongue having greater difficulty with each encompassing second spend in rage, mere moments away from starting a fight as glorious wolves and putting the offender back in place.

If alive at all.

First, an easy battle since the strength of the opponent will be weakened by trying to act above social standing and then, at last, can true lovers be united and form a family. A pack.

I’ll mate her, right there against the poetry bookshelves. We’ll be together, baby. I promised you we’d be.

‘Joon, listen to me.’ A short lifting and harsh downfall onto the wood once more make a furious ruby stare shift attention from hidden loveliness to irritating commands supposedly made with reason. Made by a traitor laying claim to the mistress of another. ‘Listen. To. Me. I know this isn’t you talking, it’s the wolf on his rut, and you’re actually somewhere in there.’

‘Stop the bullshit. This is me. I’m here.’ Nothing but a true person, the rightful second-in-line for the position of the heir of the Kim family and leadership of the river district, is being held down.

Nothing but a man merely wanting to see his estranged spouse.

‘No, you’re not. Namjoon, normally you’re capable of suppressing the symptoms better. I know you can do it, so come back. Snap out of it! Y/N can’t know what you are and you want to keep it that way, emphasizing this by living unmated while still worrying about her. Remember how you’ve tried thus far, successfully, to keep her away from wolf society. Think about the rings.’ Hoseok’s voice lowers to a more peaceful version of itself at noticing the relaxation of tensed shoulders, the ceasing of endless barely containable struggles, the growling fading away into pained whimpers. ‘Your vows, think about them.’

I swore, dammit, what did I swear again? What does it matter? This is who, not who I am. It matters. Fuck, I need to recall. Right, to protect you against them. Against the thing inside even if it meant I’d never see you again. That, someday, I’d be a better man, fit to be your husband. Yours, in every aspect.

Scarlet fades away into deep earthly brown like the forest floor after a twilight filled with rainfall, the shade of the espressos drunk on book dates in this very realm of inked tales bound in a sea of colourful named spines. Razor sharp canines retreat in the gums, replaced by their human counterparts as fatal claws do the same but in the flesh of calloused hands. Speech is restored to baritone coherency, no animalistic trace left behind. ‘Hope, I- what I just- I didn’t mean anything of what I just said. I’m sorry, for what it’s worth after all the times I’ve acted like this.’ The gaze of the personification of the support pillar of the common sense that gets lost too often in the mind of the beast is sought, finding consenting comfort in it as the tight suppressing hold is lifted. ‘I really am.’

‘I know and, besides, you’re very unoriginal with your insults so I tend to ignore them anyway.’ As a way of making up for the rough treatment, clothes are righted by long tanned bony fingers, straightening out the creases and other signs of struggle while also clearly being aware of the boiling heat emanating from the skin underneath the fabric.

When they are finished with polishing, arms are crossed as a long face nods in the direction of the small back room functioning as a wardrobe and storage for new arrivals, back-up copies and second-hand novels which have yet to be sorted onto the shelves. ‘Wait there until she is gone. I don’t know, read a book or something, but whatever you do, try to stay in control. I have some of your medication in my bag, in the front pocket. It won’t really help, but it’ll suppress the symptoms for a while. Once she’s gone, you’re going home and I’ll manage the shop for the rest of the day. Should be easy enough, considering the stream of customers is... well, small.’

Tempting summer tulips are spread by innocent unmated fingers wandered to the fiction section where they are now leaving through a roman, conjuring up the earlier determination seducing the mind to give up sense in favour of true love.

So close, just a few steps away.

The heat encourages bridging the distance, rush to beloved lips that have never been forgotten, let temporary reason fade away into contact. Precisely like the voice falling away into absent-minded dreaming. ‘I’m... I’m just going to say hello.’

A firm hand on the richly decorated fabric of the suffocating cardigan makes the unconscious step forward undone, endeavouring to guide a stony resisting silver wolf to loathsome confinement again. ‘Joon, don’t.’

A pathetic whimper falls from full lips, partially out of the enhanced longing for the moonstone lady and in part due to the continuous stream of sharp stings of pain in the region below. ‘Please, let me see her. I’ll behave, I promise.’

‘I can’t let you do that, Monie.’

‘I can control it. Please, I need to see her.’ Shortly, focus briefly shifts to the light brown eyes of the caretaker of the contained yet mighty dominant creature below the surface wanting to be like any guy on the street. ‘Look at me. See? No crimson eyes. I can do this, Hoseok.’

The wolf wants Y/N too. It won’t hurt her nor will I. What am I saying? I am the wolf and she is safe with me.

A negative shake of brown locks lighting up bronze in the sunlight falling in through the window makes teeth grit because of apparently not being convincing enough despite having proven to not be a risk. And if the gesture did not stress this, the stern tone upon speaking does. ‘You just proved you can’t, Namjoon. Do what I just told you to. Wait in the storage room and take the pills. If you don’t, you’ll be a danger to us all and you know that. Do the right thing. I don’t want to see you disappear into the asylum.’

I won’t. I’m fine, normal. In perfect control.

‘But it’s Y/N, my wife, my mate...’

‘I know, but you can’t approach her like this. At least we know she’s back in town so I’ll ask around and see what the district leaders have to say, find out where she has settled so you can meet privately when the rut has passed.’ Another attempt at going towards reminiscent flowers moved to the thriller section is halted, this time to much annoyance which is answered with a laborious though resigned sigh. ‘Stop it. Deep within you also know you can’t.’

Sharp predatory canines.

Bloodthirsty ruby.

Burning unconvincing hatred.

‘I can! Have got any fucking idea how much it hurts, huh? Know what it’s like to be unmated and going through Hell each month while your brother is nauseatingly happy with his girlfriend, able to knot his mate, continue the bloodline?’ At this point, the political consequences are the least of worries compared to those attached to walking away once more, thus making the same idiotic mistake as five years ago. However, it goes beyond having a reunion as well since this is also about showing that the second ashen-haired heir is not as much of a disgrace to the family as they have made him feel. Can be the father to the strong alpha pups of the next generation, who shall be even better than their parents.

‘Yes, I do because I experienced it once as well, though it sometimes still feels like it.’ Lashes lower in the belated realization that both alphas have a partner which is not approved of, nullifying the argument given earlier that contact between a crazed wolf and human cannot happen due to well-known apparent risks connected to it. Although, how can something that brings pleasure and relief from sensual pain have any other outcome, have repercussions when it only ensures the continuation of the dynasty? ‘Jimin can’t keep up with me already as is and I’m not part of an ancient pack. However, that does not mean my experience can’t form somewhat of a warning.’

The detail of familiar perfume on the bisexual alpha’s skin was almost forgotten yet freshly remembered thanks to the topic of debate. ‘You haven’t answered the question about how my wife’s scent ended up on your skin, said whether or not you fucked her.’

‘Of course, I haven’t because I’m a good friend and have been serving the Kim family loyally. It’s a curious thing I keep forgiving you for the amount of bullshit you can spout when you’re like this.’

The provoked fist lashing out is easily avoided, a slender palm wrapping around the forearm as quick as hunting paws and forcing a silver awesome creature into the unwavering locking position with a cheek against the counter again. ‘Listen for a second.’

A disagreeing growl owns a choked grunt at an attempt to maintain the current position while dearly missed footsteps return to the poetry section, come closer. The brown-haired mongrel seems to notice the tracking, resulting in an enforced surprisingly strong grip. ‘Listen to me. Joon! Listen. To. Me. A new bakery has opened in town and I go there each morning for a cup of coffee before coming here. Luck would have it that Y/N is the owner of the place and present to help the employees out wherever possible. We’ve been negotiating a collaboration between the shop and bakery for a few days now, merely talking about assortment and delivery schedules. That’s the reason. I wouldn’t lie to you. Happy now?’

A difficult look over the shoulder wants to see the lie behind the words, a reason to deal with the fake comrade that will leave him shunned and forgotten in the hierarchy, but all scarlet eyes regard is honest truth pleading for a sliver of sane conscious floating beneath the surface of the split personality to recognize it.

Which the resurfaced humanity does when the normally sunny long-time companion continues when remarking upon a repercussion that was discussed earlier at the breakfast table. ‘If this keeps happening it will only be a matter of time before the Council finds out about your state and send you to the asylum. Think about Seokjin, about me, about her. You will never see any of us again if you don’t fight for control.’

‘I- I know and I try. But, I can’t think clearly.’ Teeth grit themselves at another spurt of scorching warmth shooting throughout, worsening the capability of returning from mindless animalistic behaviour, deteriorating reason with every passing second. ‘Hobi, it hurts...’

Need to mate, need to fuck. Where did the tulips go? They’re still poetic. My beautiful bitch needs her alpha. No, can’t think this way. I’d break Y/N, can’t love her right when the thing inside craves her too.

‘I know, Joon, I know.’ All former caution fades from Hoseok’s attitude, replaced by the persevering calm that tries to be maintained during chaotic moments like these. ‘I’m gonna let go now, okay? I trust you to do the right thing.’

The paralyzing hold unravels, palms placed on the counter offering support while getting up to roll shoulders back before sullenly wandering to the storage room, a hand sheepishly correcting ashen locks grown haphazard in the struggles for liberty that must never be given to the oppressed thing roaming inside. Withal, feet only curtly stop in the crack of the door to gaze in the direction from which familiar eyes surprisingly look back yet are too rapidly turned away from, the door closed too soon, to instigate any sense of recognition.

We can’t be together. Not now, in any case. Someday I won’t have to walk away anymore, someday we can finally get married and I get to kiss you good morning and goodnight. Someday a place of our own will be filled with childish laughter and little paws. Until then, I’m sorry, baby.

The dusty fragrance of pages inscribed with tales of the fantastical, some of which have always been believed to merely be the conjurations of fancy though the underground society would beg to differ, makes a wild heart slow down. Clears sense enough to search the bright cherry red backpack which has “Hope” written in colourful letters on the front pocket and is tucked against a stack of new publications for the wolfsbane medicine.

Two small stark white pills containing a sedating poison for the abomination induce the same brief haze they always do, giving the split mind the breathtaking room it needs to function properly as a human, be like any other man out there.

Simply be allowed to play the role of the bookseller by the river.

Wallowing in the scent of a forgotten summer behind a firmly closed locked door.

Nonetheless, memories tend to resurface.

And this particular one comes too close.

#BTS #BTS smut #kimnamjoonnet #hyunglinenetwork #Namjoon #RM #Kim Namjoon #Joon #Werewolf!Namjoon #alpha!Namjoon #BTS Werewolf AU #Werewolf AU #Between the Pages

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hollyhomburg · 2 years

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(cw: power imbalance, dark-fluff, posessive behavior, dumification kink, breeding kink, heat sex)

not to be straight filthy but I'm just thinking about a/b/o stuff and college au's and what about an au with professor alpha namjoon and the m/c as his omega student, the only one in the whole school full of alphas and betas. And maybe omegas are so rare and treasured that they rarely go to college, usually, they have a match to a pack right out of high school because the ratio of omegas to alphas and betas in the world is about 1/30,

but the m/c is determined to get her degree and ignore her classmate's hungry stares and mid-class propositions 🥺 maybe professor Joon takes her under his wing, invites her to special office hours just to make sure she understands every concept,

Make sure she sits in the front of the class where he can see her and give her /special/ attention. and he just about throws out any of her alpha or beta classmates that dare to get too handsy with her during class. but the m/c is used to it, sometimes alphas go into rut just by smelling her, most of them so unused to even smelling an omega close enough to sit.

But then she goes into heat during finals week, and her professor kim doesn't believe her and in order to convince him she sends him a video of her taking a knotting dildo and whining about needing an alpha to breed her. and namjoon might let her reschedule her final, but he'd also give her a stern talking too.

An omega her age needs a heat companion for her /health/ and it would be irresponsible of namjoon as a professor not to make sure that all of his students get what they need to be successful in his very achedemically rigorous class, of course he'd offer up his own pack to help her- not that he'd do the fucking himself- that would be his conflict of interest.

But his youngest alpha Jungkook has more than enough stamina to keep up with her monthly heats, and if one isn't enough there are 5 others. she gets used to going over to professor kims pack house when she gets her heats, gets used to being babied by his packmates in heat and out of it.

i'm just imagining her bouncing on jimin's knot and namjoon touching himself in an adjacent chair, saying stuff like "come one now if you can't answer this question while jimin's just barely fucking you how do you expect to answer it the day of the examn? i'll repeat it one more time and if you can't answer jiminie won't knot you"

Of course she'd fall for them- well established, a little mini mansion with an omega nest room already built in- because they where preparing for her- maybe after namjoon showed them the video they just knew that she'd be theirs one day and started preparing the house for their new packmate.

And getting knotted by a real cock, by a real alpha isn't anything like her toys, she knows that getting fucked by a real knot is supposed to make her heats last less long but it seems like they only prolong her heat when she has them help, but the sex is too good and she keeps missing classes because of it.

By the end of the semester she won't even want to attend classes, too busy being such a little heat slut that she won't even realize that she's going into heat a little too often, and it wouldn't have anything to do with the food that that pack feeds her when she comes over, stuffed full of hormones and supplements meant to keep omegas healthy and ready to be breed full of pups, but they're only trying to keep her healthy after-all 🥰

And why would she need to get her degree when pretty soon she'll be getting fucked so often that cock will be the only thing her pretty little head will think about? they love their dumb little omega and they're going to baby her forever now that they've got her

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bts-fic-collection · 5 years

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Any sope fic with a little/hibrid/omega situation? Thanks!

Sure! You’re welcome :)

Any Time Soon by valaidh

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Word count: 228,472

Summary: He’s halfway up to his steps before he glances up, just to make sure he doesn’t trip over them like he’s wont to do when he’s heading in from these late nights, and that’s when he spots it. Or, rather, him.

A dog.

Well, a hybrid.

A dog hybrid.

A very thin dog hybrid sitting on the steps just in front of the door.

aristocat by leopanli

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Word count: 15,534

Summary: Hoseok has heard a few stories where someone comes home to find a cat in their sink or something, acting like it owned the place, but a hybrid? He would’ve assumed it never happened. It was unheard of.

Yoongi's a cat hybrid from a wealthy family. He somehow manages to worm his way into Hoseok's life.

Mistake by Mint_Life

Rating: M

Status: Incomplete

Word count: 10,339

Summary: Omega Yoongi’s family owns a small restaurant in his nearly forgotten fishing town. They rarely get any visitors rather than the inhabitants of the island. It came with a huge shock when the wealthy Alpha Jung Hoseok walked in with his small nephew whose ferry had made a wrong turn and landed them on the wrong island.

The two of them got on with a rough start before the alpha accidentally went into rut which triggered Yoongi’s own heat. Impulsive actions ensue that pleaureable night before the alpha left the next morning with the toddler.

Yoongi didn’t think much of it until he was heaving over the toilet every morning and his hands clutched a positive pregnancy test. Panicked, Yoongi tells his mother who instantly sends him to Seoul to find the father of his child.

Ft. Namjin with their cute twins Jimin and Taehyung and Yoonseok with their own miracle, Jungkook.

Connected By The Soul by SweetHope94

Rating: M

Status: Incomplete

Word count: 48,478

Summary: Two Packs encounter trouble when they find themselves in need of one another to get ready for an upcoming war, but little do they know, they would be going against something worse than just war. And sometimes, family isn't your safest place to be.

Or.

Namjoon finds shelter in the enemie's sub-leaderYoongi finds love in the most unexpected personJungkook refuses to believe in destinyAnd well... Jimin wants everything to be okay, but nothing is okay, including the man he finds himself crushing on

#ask #yoonseok #yoongi #hoseok #hybrid au #hurt/comfort #smut #abo au #soulmate au #soulmate identifying marks #Rating: E #Rating: M

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namjin-workshop · 5 years

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Fanfic Idea: 2/?

You know what AU I weirdly want?

A Mulan-style ABO AU, probably set in whatever period Hwarang is or something like that (I know nothing of Korean history oops but I like period-piece type stuff).

I’m just gonna babble under the cut about all the shit I’ve been thinking about for this ever since rewatching Mulan for fun like a week ago.

Obviously like the movie, there’s some big threat to the kingdom so every family is forced to send at least one Alpha or Beta to fight for the war in the name of the King.

Omegas aren’t permitted (punishable by death) to join, mostly for the belief that they’re weaker or too delicate. There’s also the fear that one will go into Heat and cause distraction, or worse, send the entire army into a fight to claim the Omega as their mate.

Of course in proper Mulan style, Seokjin is an Omega who pretends to be an Alpha/Beta to take his injured/aging father’s place in secret. He’s taller than average, with wide shoulders and can talk a big game if he has to. It’s made people question his status before and should be easy, right? All he needs is some kind of medicine to suppress his heats. That’s where Hoseok comes in.

Healers and a few rare attendants are the only Omegas allowed in the army encampment/training grounds. The area for the medics (both Beta and Omega), is kept farther out and sectioned off, and the Omega healers are considered celibate, not allowed to mate, and are never allowed outside their area unless summoned for work. They must also take special herbal mixtures to suppress their heats and block their scents so as not to cause trouble when tending to wounded soldiers.

Jung Hoseok is a well-known and much loved young healer and when Seokjin sneaks out, taking his father’s armor and the sealed scroll of his family, Hoseok accidentally finds him on the edge of camp. He easily smells that Seokjin is a fellow Omega but, upon hearing Seokjin’s story, agrees to help and secretly provides him with the suppressant elixirs designed for Omegas (instead of the standard rut suppressant given to most of the soldiers). Hoseok doesn’t want to be confined to his role in life either and has been trying to work out and train himself to fight despite not knowing where to really start. He becomes a tutor of sorts to try to keep Seokjin’s real status a secret as Seokjin awkwardly struggles with training. Helping one another, Seokjin teaches Hoseok what he learns in training and techniques with weapons, while Hoseok helps Seokjin train his body not to be so clumsy and how to work with his own physical advantages and disadvantages.

While trying to find time to prepare the medics for a war and training with Seokjin by moonlight, Hoseok somehow meets a smaller than average and rather reserved Alpha, Min Yoongi, who winds up in his medical tent after getting into one too many fights. Though Yoongi initially seems cold and easy to anger, Hoseok starts to realize that the bruises and scrapes he has are from being picked on for his size and fighting to protect the other members in his squadron. Yoongi sticks to his morals and believes that Omegas shouldn’t be treated any different from anyone else and hates that Alphas are expected to be or act in a specific way. Fraternization is strictly not allowed within the army, but the more they hang out together the more Yoongi and Hoseok start to have to hide their budding feelings for one another.

Meanwhile Jimin is the Omega attendant to the General of the troops and treated as more of a glorified secretary than the capable man he is. An old friend of Hoseok’s, he too wants to learn to fight and defend himself because more than anything he wishes to join the fight to protect someone special. He’s been madly in love with one of the Beta recruits, a young man named Taehyung, since they were both children, and followed him into the war to try and keep him safe.If that meant using his family’s and Hoseok’s connections to become an attendant, so be it. They would never train him to fight, but Jimin is clever and sneaky and begins to pick up info on strategies, techniques, and military intel while working beside the General. He also takes any chance he can get to sneak into the barracks and tents to visit Taehyung and a new, very young recruit that Taehyung has taken an interest in named Jungkook.

Jungkook had only just presented as an Alpha before being forced to join the army as no other Alpha/Beta member of his family was able-bodied enough. Naive and scared, he starts clinging to people like Yoongi and Taehyung and eventually meets Seokjin, Hoseok, and Jimin as well. With their help and attention, he begins to come out of his shell, showing more promise than even some of the more experienced recruits. But as the training gets harder and a real battle looms suddenly on the horizon, Jungkook is scared to realize he’s started to have feelings for not just Taehyung but Jimin as well, even though he unintentionally overhead them talking about becoming mates once the war had ended.

Caught amidst the blooming friendships and constant secrets is the newly appointed Captain and trainer for all the fresh recruits: Kim Namjoon. Intelligent, brave, and a brilliant leader. But he’s young, desperate to prove himself, clumsy with his people skills, and still untested in the field of battle. He has a very limited amount of time to get his gaggle of brand new trainees battle-ready. It’s only made more complicated when he starts to have feelings for a loud, awkward, and unusually beautiful new recruit - one he’s never heard of despite coming from a well-known and high-status family. As Seokjin slowly starts to prove himself capable in unexpected ways (like his skills in survival, cooking, and an analytical mind), Namjoon isn’t sure how to deal with the fact that he’s falling for a man he believes to be another Alpha even as the General is breathing down his neck about tradition, status, and the war itself.

When they’re all unexpectedly forced into battle as back-up to the main fleet of soldiers, the ingenuity and skills of Hoseok, Jimin, and Seokjin end up saving the day against the odds (and the rules). But Seokjin gets badly injured saving Namjoon’s life during the fight, so everyone is willing to overlook that a medic and attendant Omega got caught up in the fight. While Seokjin finally earned the respect of all the other troops, disaster strikes when, during his recovery, he is unable to take the suppressants and unexpectedly goes into heat - revealing his status to the entirety of their squadron.

Discovering the depth of the deception, Seokjin and the other Omegas are threatened with death. Seokjin proclaims that he tricked the two into helping him to no avail, but Yoongi and Jungkook to step in. The two Alphas claim that they knew about the deception all along but did not expose them for fear of losing the ones they love. Yoongi proclaims that if Hoseok and Jimin die, they will have to be killed first. Unwilling to lose two of the best warriors they have, along with a skilled medic and a surprisingly clever attendant, the two Omegas are pardoned.

Seokjin, on the other hand, still faces death for what he did, despite his pleas that he meant only to save his poor father. As head of the squadron, the General claims that it falls to Namjoon to deliver the killing blow. He spares his life though to repay the debt of Seokjin saving him. The three Omegas are left to turn back in shame, despite protests from Yoongi, Taehyung, and Jungkook who are forced to continue on with the rest of the soldiers.

The troops head for the capital for reward from the King, while the Omegas must pack up and try to return home. But Seokjin is still injured, feverish, and refuses to be aided through his heat despite Hoseok and Jimin’s worry. When the three realize though that not all of the enemy army perished during the battle, they hurry to warn everyone.

Of course they all have to save the day in some way, and I want some good hurt/comfort shit of an unwell Seokjin trying to protect everyone and overcoming his weakness. Of course no one wants to pay any attention to an Omega, never mind one that is seemingly “rambling” about enemies while he’s obviously in heat. Plus the struggle of being perceived as an object of lust by the enemy while also seen as weak/helpless - which obviously Seokjin wouldn’t be, especially with all the other members try to help him. Of course then there’d be Jimin and Hoseok proving they can fight, the other Alphas helping in ways other than just combat, and the big OT7 team-up we all want/need. Not to mention some fluffy and smutty stuff after with Namjoon helping Jin through his heat and everyone getting together/mated (cause Namjin, Sope, and Vminkook are what we all need).

#bts #namjin #sope #vminkook #ramblings #fanfic ideas #abo vibes

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Alpha (Jungkook x Reader) Chapitre 3

Y/n is a powerful alpha. Nothing bad in fact except for the fact that she is a female alpha, something so rare that only a few are existing at the same time. Despite this, she is living her life as she wants, until she met Jeon Jungkook. An omega that wants everything but being what he is. They are undoubtedly attract to each other, but they don't seem to know why. As they are trying to start a relationship they have no idea that bigger forces have already planed something.

Yoooooooooo, what’s up my babies ? 1 month... Don’t blame me please... Adult life had been kicking my ass since I got my first job (I need money lmao). But I am back !My contract is over at the end of the week and I’ll be free again! I’ll have more time to write! Next thing I am going to publish is a one shot about Minseok (I miss EXO) and I’ll update this fic soon too! This chapter is.... Well I don’t know... Hope you’ll enjoy it! Take care of yourself, eat well, sleep a lot (not like me lmao) and don’t hesitate to come and talk to me !

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Jungkook was surprised when he didn't see Y/n the next Monday. She wasn't there with Yoongi at lunch to see him, and when he asked if she was just eating with one of her friend he told him she wasn't in class this morning. He was a bit worried but Yoongi did not seem to care.

« Do you know why ? -No I don't, it's not like she was telling me her life or something... Go ask her friends. -But I don't know them... -You know Hana, she is in philosophy with Namjoon just go ask her she'll tell you. » Jungkook was not sure if he must do it or not. It was okay. She had the right not be in class, she may be sick, or she may be working at her internship. He sent her a text asking if she was okay. She did not answer. He went to class but he could not concentrate. He was not really feeling well since Friday night. He had not talked about what happen to any of his friends, they would have snap. But he kissed Y/n and that was really cool. But now she was missing and maybe it was because he had made a mistake. Maybe the kiss was lame, and she did not want to see him ever again. He decided after his afternoon class to go see Namjoon. He tried when he spotted the tall man to stay casual and not to seemed too interest. « Oh, Jungkook, what are you doing here ? -I am here to see you hyung, of course. -You, you're a mean kid... Lying to your hyung like this.... » Jungkook didn't know how to lie. « Technically I am here to see you... Because Yoongi hyung told me you were in the same class as Hana... -What do you want from her ? -She is friend with Y/n … -You're such a fake friend... You are absolutely not here for me... » Jungkook shrugged at Namjoon and this one just started walking again. « She must be this way... » And indeed, Hana was talking with a group of people : «So this is why Bergson see the word « Intelligence » as the capacity that have living subject to adapt. It is not a question of self consciousness or something. His thesis is that everything we lived, is conserved in us under the form of memories. There is a presence of everything that we ever lived in us, that can't be lost. It is the beginning of computer when he wrote this so it's a parallelism with the human brain... -Hana ? -Joon ? What do you want ? Oh Jungkook ! -Hello Noona -Oh you must be here because Y/n is not. -Yeah...I was just wondering if she was okay... -She is a bit sick. She is not going to be here this week, but call her in the afternoon, I think she'll feel better. » Jungkook really hoped it was okay. Hana did not seem to worry in the slighest, she was laughing with Namjoon, talking about their class, and something about a person called Arendt that he could not comprehend. « She'll be fine don't worry, she'll return next week. » He left on those words, ready to return to his apartment. He took the bus, for the first time in a week and had all his time to think. He thought about his exam that were soon to arrived and that he was sure to fail, about that alpha from Friday and finally he thought about Y/n again. He entered his apartment and was not surprised to see Jimin and Taehyung on his couch, playing some random video games. He was happy, he didn't want to be alone right now. « Jungkookie ! There is nothing to eat ! -Return to your home then... -This is how you welcome your friends ! -You're the second person today who tell me that I am ungrateful, stop it. -Maybe it's because it's true » He threw a pillow at Jimin, who was now laughing. « You're the ungrateful ones here ! It's my house, I do what I want ! » They just laughed even more. « You're lucky you're living on your own ! » Jungkook did not answer as he took something in the fridge. « So what you're playing ? » They started a game, and after loosing three times Jimin was done with it. « Honestly... -Practiced makes perfect -You're such a nerd.... » Taehyung passed some ramen bowl to the two others. « You know what happened in my class today ?, Jimin said swallowing a bite of kimbap -You always have rumors to spread like this... -It is not a rumor, I saw it happened ! You know Jaebum ? -Yeah, he is good friend with Bambam and Jinyoung. -Yeah well he beat the shit out of an alpha in the middle of the class today. » Jungkook was surprised. Jaebum was more of an awkward, nice beta. He could not imagine the other guy fight. « What happened ? -Jaebum is friend with Yugyeom since they're children, and a douch may have harassed him a little bit. I am not repeating all the homophobic and anti omega words he used but this guy is fucked up. -Who was the other guy ? -An alpha. Don't know is name. -What's the deal with alphas lately... » Jimin and Taehyung turned in his direction. « What do you mean ? -Nothing. Just that it is not the first time I heard a story like that... -And it is not the last. The dorms are secure and I have to say that their system is pretty good, but we are not protected during class. -If alpha knew how to control themselves maybe we would not need protection. -If it was as simple... » Jungkook could not control himself : « It is so easy to be an Alpha ! Because of your nature people are excusing you for everything you are doing ! If you are a douch well it is fine because you are an alpha. And when you are an omega and that you are assaulted by some asshole it is because you've been looking for it and that you should be grateful for it. » Jimin did not say anything. As an omega he knew more than anyone what was the price of presenting as that. « They are not all like this... But they all have this privilege... -I know they are not... But this is not normal... -What happened to Jaebum ?, asked Taehyung, trying to lightened the mood -Well they've been convoked at the president office. Jaebum is not expelled but neither is the other alpha. -He isn't ? -No... He is considered as the victim, so they kinda forgave the fact that he is a homophobic asshole. -What the heck... -Yeah..... » Jimin and Taehyung finished their ramen and decided to leave. Jungkook was tired and wanted to sleep more than anything. He could not think of anything except the conversation he just had and what happened some days ago. He wanted to sleep and it was only 8 pm. It was like something had sucked out all his energy. He tried to study but it was useless. He did not remember anything. He decided to call Y/n because, Hana told she would feel better in the evening. « Hello ? -Hi Noona, It's Jungkook -Yeah I know, how are you ? » Her voice was quiet and a bit shallow. « I am fine. And you are you okay ? I didn't see you today and Hana told me I could call you this evening when you would feel a bit better. -Yeah I am a bit sick, but I feel a bit better now. I won't go to class this week tho … -Is it this bad ? -No it is nothing ! It's just that it's a bit handicapping. But I'll be back next week. -Oh okay. » Jungkook told her about his day. About Jimin and Taehyung. And about what happened with Jaebum. « Well I don't really know Jaebum, I know Jackson because, it's difficult not to be friend with Jackson. But for what I remembered he did not seem like someone who'll fight.

-Yeah me neither. -But we all know that Yugyeom is his mate even if they are not a couple. He reacted to protect his mate. Totally understandable, I would do the same. -They are mated ? -Not yet but give it a year again, and they are married » Jungkook laughed. « I am happy that you called me. I wanted to apologize. -For what ? -I kissed you and then I disappeared for the week end and I wasn't in class this morning. -Oh -I swear Jungkook I am not playing with you. I don't want you to think of me as another douchbag alpha. -I am not Noona. -I am kinda ashamed of myself... For Friday... -Why ? » He could hear her sighing at the other end. « Deep, deep down, I wanted to find this guy and kill him. -You did not... -Yeah but it was harder than usually to control myself. It kinda scared me. And I was scared to scare you. -You did not » he said again, with a quieter voice this time. « You can handle yourself. You're probably stronger than I am anyway. -Thank you Noona -I didn't do anything -You're trusting me. Even if I am an omega. You don't make me feel inferior to you. -I have no reason to make you feel inferior. I am an alpha, well yeah, and you are an omega. There are no differences in our human nature that force you to submit to me. -You're the only person I know that is making such a difference between their wolf and themselves. -We are pretty much in harmony. My wolf want things and I want them too, I am just not forcing my way through it. Alpha should control themselves. -Yeah... -Jungkook if you want to talk about what happened, text me, call me whatever you want, okay ? » Jungkook did not say anything. « Jungkook, I-I have to leave, I am... feeling a bit tired. Good night. -Good night » Y/n hang up immediately. When she had seen his name on her screen she hesitated a long time before answering. She was not sick. Well not really. Her rut had kinda surprised her though. Her cycle was pretty regular. So when she woke up sweating, a burning hash in the pit of her stomach. She didn't understand at first. But it was obviously because of Jungkook. The kid had not done anything and Y/n was kinda feeling like a pervert. But here she was in front of her tv, watching a star treck movie, she did not remember which, a bag of ice on her stomach. It was not the pick of her rut. This morning had been a nightmare, but she was okay now. As okay as she could be. « Are you going to be fine ? -Yeah, go away -Do you want me to stay at Joon's -It's your house too, I'm not gonna make you leave -I'll come back after class then -Yeah yeah » Hana had left her, a gentle smile on her face. Y/n was simply grumpy. Sexually frustrated for sure, and it wasn't helping her mood. It was the first time since she was 18 that she will spend her rut alone. She knew she could. A lot of alpha were sleeping with other omegas or betas even if they were in a relationship. It was okay. They were alphas and everyone would simply say that they could not do anything against it. It was obviously all bullshit. Even if she was not in a relationship with Jungkook. Or were they ? She didn't want any other omega than him. And there was no way that she would ask him that. The idea of just mating him was enough to send her over the edge. She had spent her day in her couch or in her shower. She ate ice cream, not the best but everything was so hot, even if it was freezing outside. She never drunk that much water in her life. At the end of the day she was as much as a mess she thought she would be. …... Y/n did not indeed return for a week. Jungkook was so busy that he did not really have time to miss her. His basketball practice were more intense, and he tried to concentrate a bit more on his class. He spent all his time with his basket ball team or at the library. He ever had been this productive before. « Eat healthy ! You should buy meat, it is good for people who are practicing a lot of sports. -But Noona, meat is expensive... -Just wait for me to be back, and we'll go grocery shopping. -You are not my mom. -Jeon Jungkook don't be stubborn. » He called her every evening, and she seemed to feel better every time. When she came back on Monday, Jungkook was happy to see her, and even if they had not been separated for a long time, he had the impression that it had been an eternity. « Oh Jungkook ! You grew up so much my child ! -Noona, stop... -Yeah he may be growing up but you're aging Y/n -Shut up Hana... » They did not have that much time to talk because Y/n had miss a lot of classes and had a lot of things to catch up, but he was just happy to know that she was back. Anyway Jungkook spend his day to the library, he was quite ashamed to admit that now that everything was back to normal, he could concentrate on his studies a bit more. He was writing something in his textbook about Biochemistry when someone grabbed his shoulders. « Keep calm Jungkook it's just me ! -Noona you scared me... -Sorry, sorry » Her cheeks and nose were flushed from the outside cold. She was wearing a big yellow scarf, hiding half of her face. « I thought you had work to do ? -I do. This is why I am at the library. -Oh, yeah... » She put down her text book and looked at him. « Am I disturbing you ? I am sorry I just came and sat down without even asking you if you wanted to be alone... -No I don't want ! You are not disturbing me... » And they just started working. Y/n was looking through her notes, turning the pages of a book about XX th century music while highlighting some parts. She probably had an essay to do. Jungkook wondered what it was about. Was Y/n favorite time period the XX th century ? Or was it just for class ? « Aren't you supposed to work ? » His head fall off his hand. « I am taking a break... -Really ? » She laughed. It was adorable, making his wolf howl inside him. « What are you suppose to study ? -Biochemistry and anatomy ... -Wow... I know nothing about this. I don't even know the name of all my fingers. » Jungkook wheezed at that. « It's pretty easy but... There is something wrong with my memories I swear... I can't remember anything. -Have you tried doing flash cards . -Yeah... It's pretty useless for me... -Okay...Well I have a technic, but we can't do that in the library. -What is it ? -You look like someone who need motivation to learn, I'll give you motivation. -You're going to cheer for me or something ? -Not really, except if it's what you want. I still have a cheerleader outfit from high school if you want. » Jungkook blushed hard, gaping like a fish. Y/n would look extra cute in a cheerleader outfit. It was also super kinky but... « I am joking Jungkook relax. -Yeah, of course... »

And this is how they decided to head to his flat. Y/n sat down on the couch, his book in her hands, her legs crossed under her body as she was facing him. He tried not to panic, not to squirm too much from the other hand of the couch, but what if something happened ? What if they kissed again or something ? He would love that honestly but the pressure was big. « So are you ready ? » Jungkook gulped. Fuck he wanted this, but he was so nervous that if he wasn't contracting every muscle in his body he would be shaking like a leaf. « Y-Yeah.... -Relax, it's not a big deal » she laughed « So what are the rules ? -It's the simplest thing ever ! I am asking you question and if you answer well you'll get treat. -And if I don't answer well ? -A punishment obviously. » Punishment ? What type of punishment ? It was not like he had not fantasized about Y/n spanking him or something but... « What type of punishment ? -You'll see. » Jungkook could not stop a squeal escaping from his mouth. That was embarrassing. « Let's begin ! she said excited, so, anatomy breaks the human abdomen down into segments called... -Quadrants. -That's right » She came closer to him. It was not helping him to concentrate at all but his heart started to flutter and it felt good. Her scent was everywhere around him, and the closer she was the more distinctly he could feel the heat of her body. « Give me an example of humans homeostasis. -Fluid balance. -Yes » She came a bit closer. Their knees almost touching now. « Nervous tissue is specialized in ? - Teach the person to relax... -Nope ». Then she moved back to the other side of the couch and Jungkook understood. It was so cruel. What type of punishment was that. « It was to react to stimuli -But... -No but. You were wrong -It's cruel... -Hm You think so ? » She was reading his book, thinking about another question. « Joins are an example of what within the musculoskeletal system ? I didn't even know that word existed … -Connective tissue ? -Yes » She smiled at him repeating her earlier game. « Isometric resisted hip flexion will affect the pectineus through ? -Autogenic inhibition. -Indeed, function testing of the glenohumeral joint reveals restriction with a stretch end-feel in external rotation, which muscles would you stretch ? -Anterior deltoid, lattisimus dorsi and pectoralis major... -Yes ! » He could feel his memory actually working, looking in his brain for the answer. « You see you're actually thinking. » Her breath was on his lips as they were now sharing the same air. « Most of the people just need some motivation and a buddy to work with to succeed. -Thank you -You're welcome. I had no idea of what you were talking about but hey it was interesting ! -Noona -Yeah ? -My treat. -You seem impatient » He didn't say anything but as she started to lean closer to him and Jungkook body was almost vibrating. What was that ? Was it normal ? Were people supposed to react like this when they were kissed ? Was he just weird ? When her lips touched his, he melted. His wolf howled inside his body and a connection, a bound, connecting their body. It wasn't normal, it wasn't supposed to be like that but it felt so good, so right. « Jungkook are you okay ? -Y-Yeah, I.... -It's just a kiss baby. -It feels good Noona... -Oh... » That was embarrassing. « I forget everything was new for you. Are you okay ? - Yeah, I am perfectly fine » She smiled and returned to the kiss, this time a little bit stronger. She bit into his lower lip, soothing the sting with her tongue. It felt good, Jungkook was feeling tingles everywhere in his body. He opened his mouth allowing her to enter and as she started exploring his mouth, a whimper escaped him as she sucked on his tongue. She moaned in response the vibration transferring from her lips to his causing shivers to run down his spine. When she drew away from him, a thin line of saliva still connecting their mouth. It was so dirty. « Baby, you're all flushed... -Noona... -You wanna try something else ? » He nodded violently, trying to sit up straight, but she pushed him down again. « Tell me if you want to stop... -I don't want to. -I didn't do anything yet babe... »

Her lips touch his again and it was like an electric currant was running through his body. Her lips slipped away from his mouth kissing his jawline, and his neck. « Fuck... Y/n... » She hummed slightly, sucking on the skin just below his ear, her hot tongue licking the sensitive skin at the same time. It was so good, feeling her so close, her body so hot, on top of him. He was feeling protected. What could he be worried about when his mate was sucking at his skin. The moment she hovered around that peculiar spot. His scent gland. « Y/n ! Please ! More... » She licked him, making him moan, but not using her teeth once. It was driving him crazy. He wanted this so bad, for her to seek her teeth into his skin, to mark him, make him hers forever. He was growing hard by the second. He was trembling, and he could hear her growl at that. But finally, she stood up. She was panting slowly, looking at him, admiring how he was a mess. « Baby... I... -Jungkook ! Open the door ! » Jungkook jolted out of his trance. What the fuck was that ! « Jimin ! What are you doing here ! » Y/n stood up, trying to adjust her clothes, her skirt way too high on her thighs. Jungkook gulped at that but walked toward the door. « What do you want ? -What were you doing... You look like a mess », Jimin laughed but stop when he saw Y/n. « Y/n ! What ? Oh my god !! -Please don't... » Y/n simply laughed. « Noona please ! -Sorry sorry ! I am going to leave now. Leaving you alone. » She grabbed her bag and her coat and walk toward the door. « See you tomorrow ! -Wait Y/n ! Do you want to come with us tonight ? We are going out in a bar, just to chill. » Jungkook looked at her expectantly. He wanted her to come, but he was cursing at Jimin internally for not asking him before. He didn't want to impose her anything. « Yeah for sure. I have to return to my flat first but I'll be there. Just send me a text. » She smiled and leave. « Jeon Jungkook, you bitch, tell me everything ! »

They arrived at the bar at 7. It wasn't crowded, and they easily find Namjoon, Hoseok et Yoongi. They had ordered some beer and cocktails. Jungkook sat next to Taehyung just in front of Y/n who was already chatting with Namjoon. They started drinking and Jungkook knew he should go slow but it was so fun. He was surrounded by people he loved, they were all happy. «Well hello... Jungkook lifted his head to see, two guys and a girl in front of their tables. The guys were lurking at someone behind him and the girl had a sick smile on her face. "Who are you ? -Doesn't matter. All I know is that there are two fine ass omegas here, and I am pretty sure that none of you would object if we take them out of here ? » Jungkook tensed up. It was this guy from the basket ball game again. Why was the situation this fucked up ? « Look at you sweety... -I don't know who you are but you should leave » Hoseok voice was as cold as ice, even Jungkook who was friend with him since forever had never heard that tone. « I don't think so. I don't want to. I am having too much fun right now, right... » He pointed his arm at Y/n. She didn't answer she didn't even look at him. She seemed unfazed. « So what playing cold sweetheart ? I wouldn't fuck you anyway... -That's enough …. » Yoongi was tensing up from the other end of the table. His eyes were yellow, his fist clenching over the table. « What's the deal alpha. Wanna fight ? » Yoongi was ready to stand up but Y/n stoped him : « You should leave... Right now... -Stop giving me orders, you bitch, like what are you even... Some nature mistake or something.. » His dumb friend laughed behind him. Jungkook was feeling so humiliated. He wasn't the one being insulted, but he was so angry, he couldn't stand this. Why wasn't she saying anything ! « Leave her alone ! What's wrong with you ! » He could not help it. His blood was boiling in his veins. He couldn't even see things clearly. « Jungkook stop... » He wanted to fight, he wanted, to kick the ass of the guy who was insulting the girl he loved. Someone grabbed his hand, Jimin was clenching his wrist hard, not allowing him to go further. « So he can be a douch and nobody is going to tell him anything abut it ? What the fuck ! -Jimin is right. Sit down Jungkook » Y/n had been silent all his time and Jungkook was even more furious. « And you, what's so unsatisfying about your life that you have to devote your time to make other people inferior ? Is that an ego problem ? Did your mama failed you when you were a child so you have to spread you masculinity all over us ? How pitiful » Everyone was silent. Until the guy threw his glass at her. The entire content splashing over her face. Namjoon stood up suddenly at the same time than Hoseok. « Look at you... Who's pitiful now... » And they left. Namjoon checked on Y/n, Hoseok giving her a tissue to clean herself. Jungook knew he should be checking if she was okay. But he was blinded by anger, his rage tacking the best of him. « What was that ? » Y/n turned around, watching him, her eyes being the same color as before. So she wasn't affected by this at all ? « You didn't even stand for yourself ? Why were you playing weak ! What didn't you defend yourself ? » She returned her gaze on the glass she was holding in her hand. « Jungkook it's really not the moment... I think you don't realized well... -I do... He is right... You're pitiful right now... -Jungkook ! » Everyone was watching him. Most of them in shock, some with anger in their eyes. « I have nothing to do here... I am leaving... » And he left. The only thing he heard was shattering glass in the background, but he did not take time to watch. He was already gone.

#fanfiction #bts #bts fanfic #jungkook x reader #alpha omega #female alpha #jeon jungkook x you #jeon jungkook reader insert #omega jungkook #alpha reader #kpop smut #kpop fluff #sub! dom!

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army-author · 7 years

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BTS as professional mermen:

Author’s note: Yes! Just... yes! I love professional mermaids! Honestly, it would be a dream job! Here are your sparkly, majestic BTS as requested 💖

Jin: “The water’s not cold, I promise” Jin encourages you from the side of the tank, flicking his silicone tail.

You giggle as you test the temperature with one foot. “Is this even allowed?”

You aren’t really meant to be here, no other people swim in this aquarium tank, apart from Jin. But when he asked you to come to his work, and to bring a swimsuit with you, how could you say no?

“Probably not, but we’ll keep it a secret,” Jin says, drifting a few inches closer to you and holding out a hand, “Come on, no one will know.”

You glance around. You are the last people in the aquarium, left to lock up after Jin’s work ends for the day.

“Okay!” Taking a breath, you jump in, and feel Jin’s arms entwine around you.

“How’s this?” he asks, when you surface, blinking.

You gaze up at him, at the ripples reflecting across his face and hair. “Magic,” you breathe, “You’re like a real-life mermaid.”

Jin smiles, proud to show you how he earns a living. “Let me take you for a swim, then you’ll see some real magic.” With an expert swish of his tail, he’s pulling you towards the deeper water, where outcroppings of fake rock and coral house tiny fish.

You let him lead you, remembering your earliest fantasies of swimming with mermaids. All of a sudden, Jin’s brought back your childhood and you couldn’t be happier to believe in magic again.

Yoongi: You’ve never seen Yoongi out of water before. All the time you’ve worked at the aquarium you’ve never once seen him without his tail, walking around on two legs. You almost believed he was a real merman, born breathing water.

It’s a shock to see him stepping out of his tank.

Curious, you stop what you’re doing and take a few seconds to stare as he shakes water from his hair and reaches for a towel.

“Something interesting you?”

You jump, realising Yoongi caught you in the act. “No, sorry, just… I don’t think I’ve ever seen you out of costume. You look strange without a…” you trail off.

“A tail?” The corners of Yoongi’s mouth twitch up to a half-smile. “Sorry to disappoint, but mermen don’t actually exist.”

You puff up your cheeks in denial. “Actually, ninety-five percent of the sea is unexplored, so there’s no way of knowing what does or does not exist.”

This garners a smile from Yoongi. “Well then, why don’t you and me take a walk after your shift ends, and you can explain all the pro-mermaid arguments to me. We can get coffee as well, if you want.”

“Like… a date?”

“Maybe,” Yoongi smirks as he walks past you towards his changing room, “Don’t take it lightly. An offer like this from me is as rare as a mermaid sighting.”

Hoseok: Never in your life have you seen anyone move so beautifully.

He takes your breath away when you least expect it, led to find him by the curiosity that niggled you to investigate the ‘mermaid display’ highlighted in your aquarium’s handouts.

He’s swimming in his tank, entangling your heart like the seaweed that catches at his fingers and hair.

But somehow swimming isn’t the right word for this.

This is dancing.

Every movement through the water is carefully timed, performed with delicate precision, yet looking effortless. His arms flow to the rhythm of the waves, following the small coral fish that flicker through the water, flashing bright. Even his tail moves naturally, a part of him - it stirs up storms of bubbles with one swoop here, one swish there.

You step forward, enraptured. For you there is nothing else, but this man and the blue lights sprinkling through the water to catch in his hair and scales.

He catches you staring, he stares back, bleached blonde hair drifting across his dark brown gaze. Then he smiles.

Never in your life have you seen anyone smile so beautifully.

Namjoon: One of the biggest perks of Namjoon’s job as a professional mermaid is the trips abroad, bound towards tropical islands for exotic photoshoots.

And always, you’re the one he decides to bring with him, needing your company on the long-distance flights and in the hotel beds.

Again, you’re struck with wonder when you step off your most recent flight and set foot in a new country. “This is gorgeous,” you gasp, as you leave the airport, met with a wave of heat and a view of the beach.

“Isn’t it?” Namjoon grins as you run ahead to soak up the rays of the sun, arms outstretched.

You beam over your shoulder at him. “You live in a real life fairy-tale, Namjoon. You get to be a mermaid, to travel to all these beautiful places and to experience all these new cultures.”

“And don’t forget,” he adds, wheeling his suitcase forward to where you stand, bathing in the sunshine and in his bright smile, “I get the fairy-tale ending with my princess.”

“Lucky you,” you smile, stretching to steal a kiss before your taxi pulls up to take you to the hotel.

Jimin: Having a professional mermaid as your boyfriend comes with its quirks.

It means storing his waterproof make-up next to yours in the drawer, it means keeping a prosthetic tail in your closet, and it means that sometimes you’ll come home to... this:

Jimin, suited up in swimming trunks, sitting fully submerged in the bathtub, letting water crash over him.

On opening the door, you are greeted by a wave of water sloshing over the side of the tub. “Jimin, what are you doing?” With a lunge, you reach over him and turn off the tap before more water spills onto the tiled floor.

“Huh?” Jimin looks up at you, eyes cloudy, still stuck in in his own head, mentally choreographing new swimming routines.

“What are you doing?”

“Training,” he explains, “I need to get used to holding my breath for a long time.”

“There’s got to be a better way to do this,” you say, grabbing a towel which you wrap around his shoulders, “I don’t think we can make an insurance claim if it’s your fault that the floor gets water damage.”

Jimin frowns, looking down to where bath water is flowing into the cracks between the tiles. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t notice.” Then he begins to laugh. “Oh man, I’m really sorry.”

You begin laughing too. “It’s fine.”

Then he reaches out to you, and you scream as he wraps his wet arms around you, pulling you into a sopping hug. “I’ll clean this up now, okay?”

Taehyung: Going to the swimming pool with Taehyung is never a normal experience.

He always wants to play, splashing in the water, and trying out new moves for his routine as a professional merman.

No matter how much you insist that you’re fine sitting at the edge watching him, he always finds a way to get you involved.

Today is no different. He’s determined to get you in the water. From your spot, sat by the pool, you laugh as you watch his shape gliding below the surface, moving towards you. He stops at the spot where your feet dangle over the pool’s edge, grazing the water. He’s waiting. Shaking your head, you turn your gaze away, pretending not to notice him, until at last: he pounces! With a roar and a cascade of droplets, his arms wrap around you and he pulls you down with a splash.

You scrunch your eyes shut, and feel his grip around your waist tighten, supporting you underwater. Then his lips are brushing your eyelids, your cheeks, down to your lips – a secret kiss, shared underwater, out of the view of curious swimmers.

Then he lets you go, and you both surface, giggling, before you squirt him with water. Serves him right. Another kiss quickly puts things right, and all is forgiven.

Jungkook: Inspiration is hard to find. With an art project due in seven days, but nothing stirring your passions, you find yourself at a loss. No muse has come to you, no sparkling dreams or dazzling epiphanies – just the mundane and the boring. You can’t paint mundane or boring.

Stuck in a rut, you decide to do what you always do when you’re lost: go to the aquarium. The cool blue hues and flashing scales of exotic fish always give you a chance to clear your head, opening up the door for passion to sneak in – a maddening fever, an itching to create.

But this time, the inspiration you find doesn’t come in the form of lazy drifting jellyfish, or slow-gliding sting rays. Instead, it’s a pair of human eyes that entice you, sparkling behind a layer of glass and water:

A merman, at least, for those breif moments in the tank he is. As he moves through the molten-silver water, you start believing in your childish fantasies again. Mermen really do exist. Here’s one now, born in the form of Jungkook, who you are convinced came into this world with the red scales of his tail kissing his waist, and pink coral stuck to his honey golden skin.

Fumbling in your bag for your sketch book, you find a quiet corner where you can sit down and sketch him. You’ve finally found your muse.

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