♫ i know you wanna love, but i just wanna fuck
and girl you know the deal, i gotta keep it real. ― B.E.D, jacquees.
pairing ceo!yuta x assistant!female!reader.
Most people treated you as if you were a god, simply for gaining Nakamoto Yuta’s attention. Simply for him allowing you to be in his presence. Simply for him treating you with the upmost respect. As his assistant, you honestly thought his behavior was normal. But, boy were you wrong. His assistants―employees, come and go, and how wrongly it may sound, he never seemed to care. But, with you, it was a different story. Yuta could never think of you as his employee. And, most people took great jealousy to that. Not that he gives a fuck. You were more. So much more. The recognition he was causing, was the last thing on his mind. How could he think about absolutely anything but you? It just wasn’t realistic in his perspective. A princess was what you were in his love-drunk eyes. His princess, whom he’d do anything for.
“Here are your documents, Mr. Nakamoto―”
“Yuta. Call me Yuta, sweetheart. We talked about this haven’t we?” To say he was astonished about your angelic aura was an understatement. He was unconditionally captivated. Everything about you was unreal. You, in general, were undoubtedly ethereal.
You blushed profusely, “Sorry, Yuta. Here are your documents.” You handed the man the files, internally smiling once feeling his hands brush yours, while grabbing the files. You, being an innocent little thing, didn’t know Yuta’s movements were intentional.
“Mhm. Thank you, sweetheart.”
That’s how the very, very short conversations between You and Yuta usually went. So you’re honestly not sure why this one was so different. Different.. physically. Physically by him, finally giving up on all his self control, and latching you onto his lap. Yuta reached the point, where he just could not hold himself back anymore. You were a sin. An absolute sin. And as stated, he’d do anything for you. Even if it meant ruining his hard-earned reputation.
“Fuck―I can feel you rubbing that pretty pussy on my thigh, baby. Shit. Keep going. Keep fucking going.” Yuta was a hot-mess. He was frantically spiting out words, which made no sense, afraid of this moment being cut short. “Wanna eat that cute little pussy. Would you let me, angel? Would you let me lick and suck on that pussy all night long? Hm?”
You nodded frantically, “Yes, Daddy,” your head rested comfortably on his shoulder, while your clothed cunt rubbed against his dress pant.
Yuta brought his hands down to your ass, reflexively gripping at the soft flesh, before giving it a harsh slap. “This fucking ass is going to be the death of me.” He growled.
“Shit.” Yuta removed you from his lap, causing a whine to flow from your lips, before being replaced with a hoarse moan. Yuta had his tongue fondling with your clit, all the while both his hands massaged your thighs. “Wanted to taste this pussy for so long,” He spoke against your folds, sending vibrations throughout your whole body. “So delicious. Fuckin’ delicious, babydoll.”
His tongue laid flat against your pussy, “Grind on me, princess. Use me.” Yuta was never a fan of giving head when it came to his previous exes, but also as stated, you were different. And, he didn’t mind stepping out of his comfort zone when it came to you. Your movements were laced with slight hesitation, but once Yuta egged you on, you grew quite comfortable. The feeling was unknown. You weren’t necessarily a virgin, but you weren’t necessarily a girl who got laid daily, either.
“Mr. Nakamoto,” You whined.
“Shh. That’s my good girl. Such a good girl for daddy.” Yuta left a lingering kiss onto your mound, before diving back in.
synopsis — after a long week of work and other obligations, it's finally laundry day in your household. donning your least appealing clothing, you're ready to take on a day of washing, drying, and folding clothes. johnny, as always, has a way to derail your plans.
genre — established relationship, smut (minors do not interact)
pairing — johnny suh/afab!reader
warnings — language, gendered terms ("pretty," "pretty little housewife"), sexual themes (soft dom!johnny, unprotected sex, praise kink, breeding kink, size kink, cum play, thigh riding, dumbification, creampie)
word count — 2.7k
johnny splits his time between the nct dorm and your apartment not far away. as a grown man, it only makes sense for him to want his own space away from it, somewhere that belongs solely to him. he never announces when he's staying the night or when he's coming over.
and you've never really cared, never told him to let you know because it doesn't bother you. johnny's been with you for years and this apartment is just as much his as it is yours. you want it to feel like a second home for him because it is — he has drawers in your dresser, a side of the closet just for him, hygiene products on his own little ledge in your shower, snacks and drinks in your kitchen that you keep stocked just for him, just in case.
he brings so much light and warmth into your apartment, and you're glad that you get to share it with him most of the week. it just doesn't feel the same when he's not there, when he's opted to spend the night at the dorm with his boys. even then, it doesn't bother you because that's his home as much as your apartment is. plus, you get him most of the week anyways, so it's not all that of a big deal to you.
a byproduct, though, of johnny's part time residence in your apartment is his clothes, which you've always been a little jealous of. he always dresses so stylishly and knows fashion like it's second nature. maybe he doesn't mean to, maybe he doesn't even realize it, but he generates a lot of dirty laundry. between sweaty workout clothes, every day outfits, pajamas, and otherwise... soiled clothes, johnny is the biggest culprit in why your laundry basket is almost always full.
it doesn't annoy you so much as it means you have to make a full day out of doing laundry. in fact, you enjoy taking care of his laundry to an extent because it feels like an extension of taking care of him directly. he's not always around for you to worry about; you aren't always the one making sure he's getting enough sleep or drinking enough water or eating enough food. you are always the one, outside of himself, who does his laundry and he can always count on coming home to his dresser drawers and closet rack renewed with freshly washed clothes.
today is no different. it's closing in on eleven in the morning on a sunday, which is designated as your weekly clean up day. you've just finished putting together your to do list and tacking it to the fridge, dead set on getting a head start on laundry. it's always easier that way: pop the first load of laundry into the washing machine and work on other chores, rinse, repeat.
it's been a busy week for you and you're completely out of clothes, not including the clothes you never wear: worn out t-shirts and workout shorts that are a little too short for your liking. these outfits are reserved specifically for days like these when you have nothing else to wear.
donning a pair of raggy athletic shorts, one of johnny's old novelty shirts from chicago, and your house slippers, you gather up all of the laundry you can find in your apartment and sort it out. starting with the largest group of clothes, you toss them into the washing machine with detergent and fabric softener before getting on with the other tasks on your list.
you're halfway through your laundry, switching loads out, when you hear the front door open and close.
"johnny?" you call out, still bent over the now-closed washer, messing with the settings.
"hey," he responds in greeting. you can hear him setting his things down in the living room before he makes his way to the little utility room next to the bathroom where your washer and dryer reside. he's greeted with quite the sight and his mouth waters. it's such a simple thing, you bent over a surface, but as his eyes travel down your body, he takes in your outfit and it's impossible to not get hard in his jeans.
you finish with the machine settings, pressing the start cycle button and stand, turning on your heel. you startle a bit when you realize that johnny's standing in the doorway. he laughs a little bit and crosses the space between you, taking your face in his hands to kiss you.
"scared the shit out of me," you mutter against his lips, your fingers curling loosely into his shirt at his sides, knuckles brushing against his waist through the thin fabric.
"my bad," he answers, smiling a bit.
he's gentle with you like this, but it contrasts greatly with the way he uses his hands and body to press you back into the running washing machine. his palms feel scorching against your skin as his kisses get deeper, hotter. as he slots his thigh between your own, you can feel the press of his hard cock against your leg and you gasp at the harsh rub of denim against bare skin.
"looked so hot bent over the washing machine like that," johnny says, pressing his thigh up against your clothed core. "gonna let me bend you over it again?"
you nod feverishly, letting yourself grind down against his thigh. the drag of your cunt against his jeans, the hard press of his leg against your clit is perfect. he doesn't even need so say anything, doesn't need to direct you because this is routine: you get off on his thigh without help and he'll take care of you later.
johnny smiles down at you as you work yourself back and forth across his leg. he flexes his muscles to give you a little bit of assistance. otherwise, he keeps his hands off of any part of you that isn't brushing your hair back or pulling your face in to kiss you. it takes a while, but finally, you can feel the pit of your stomach tightening and you whimper, your fingers curling hard against his shoulders.
"gonna come," you whine, panting out small breaths and your head falls forward. your forehead presses against his shoulder as you continue to work your way to your high, wanting nothing more than to let your release wash over you.
"come on then, pretty," johnny coos, one of his hands pushing your head back so he can look you in the eyes. his thumb traces soft lines across your cheek bone as he smiles down at you. "come on, you can do it."
with a few more well-timed flexes, your boyfriend has you coming undone on his thigh, leaving you a breathless, whimpering mess. your thighs are shaking with the effort of keeping yourself upright and your fingers are flexing out the tension of gripping johnny's shirt so tightly.
"did so well for me," he says, pulling you into a kiss. with your lips locked, his hands move to help you out of your bottoms — he can't bring himself to take your shirt off; he loves the way you look in his clothes too much.
once you're finally stripped to his wants, he breaks the kiss, feeling himself melt at the way you gaze up at him with big doe eyes, looking so small and innocent for him, dwarfed by his height and the bagginess of his shirt on you. his fingers smooth comforting circles into your hips as he turns you around gently and pushes you to bend over the washing machine.
"gonna take such good care of you, baby," he says, pressing kisses to the back of your neck and shoulders. "promise."
you nod against the cool metal, biting at your bottom lip, and listen as he unfastens his belt, the shuffle of fabric against skin as he pulls down his jeans and boxers. you spare a glance back to watch him and you nearly cream again when he uses two of his fingers to collect some of your cum dripping down your thighs before using it to coat his cock, which is red and leaking pearly white precum.
johnny slaps his cock, aching and dripping, against your clit, chuckling when you let out little whimpers for him. "ready for me? hm?"
with a breathy yes and another nod, he slides the tip of his dick to your entrance and starts pushing in. he relishes in the way your fingernails scratch uselessly on the top of the washer and the shiver that visibly runs down your spine. he loves the way you react so physically to him because you can't deny how much of an effect he has on you; if you try, all he has to do is remind you of the way your body responds to him.
once he's bottomed out and feels you've adjusted enough, he starts thrusting into you, deep and quick. already, he's got you gasping for air as you brace yourself against the washing machine. every moan that comes out of you rattles as he pulls your hips back to meet him. just when you think this is what this session is gonna look like, he sends you fucking reeling the second he leans over you to let you hear every noise and word coming out of his mouth.
"wasn't lyin'," he grunts, fingers likely pressing bruises into your skin. "when i said you looked hot bent over the washer earlier. wanted to break you so bad for me."
all you can manage is a high registered whine of his name and your broken, pathetic little moans and whimpers. he knows you too well, which buttons to press to have you keening for him like this.
"wanna know what i thought?" he questions. even though it's rhetorical, you nod, gasping a yes. "yeah? thought you looked like my pretty little housewife, doing my laundry while wearing my clothes."
you clench involuntarily around his cock, which is your first mistake because you know that he noticed. you know that he's going to use it against you, to tease you and make you whine, but at this point, you're too gone to care. you're too drunk on his cock pistoning in and out of your and too busy trying to take in his words. nothing else matters but that.
"you like that idea? wanna be my little wife i come home to and fuck just like this? bend you over wherever i want and fuck you until you're stupid just. like. this?" he questions again, voice deep and grainy, rough with the effort of fucking into you so hard.
you clench around him again, moan his name. you can feel him smile against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. he pulls away and his warmth leaves your back, making you whimper at the loss. it's shortlived though when he pulls you up, your back pressed seamlessly to his chest, one arm wrapping tightly around your waist and his other free hand coming down to rub at your clit.
"maybe i should fuck you full of my kids too? you think?"
it's a line he's fed you plenty of times when he's blowing your back out, but something about it this time when he's been talking about making his pretty little housewife? it's devastating you in a way he's never done before and you want to cry.
"give you a reason to stay home and wait for me. plus you'd look so pretty all pregnant with my baby."
all of his words are going straight through you, liquid electricity in your veins. you turn your head and crane back, reaching your hand up to pull his lips into yours, kissing him messily.
"please," you whimper into his mouth. "please, johnny."
they're the only words you can think of, but johnny, in all of his mercy, smiles against your lips.
"since you asked so nicely, i'll give you what you want. don't worry."
with no warning, he bends you back over the washing machine and sets an absolutely brutal pace. he's hitting so deep that you can practically feel him in your stomach and it makes your mind spin. at this point, not one single coherent word leaves your lips. you can't even start to think of something to say because he's driving every thought from your mind.
"gonna come?" johnny asks, his fingers not relenting in their assault on your clit. when you nod, he laughs, pressing harder on your little bundle of nerves. "come on, then. cream my cock and i'll give you exactly what you want? yeah?"
it takes next to nothing to get you coming around him. he's been driving his dick so well into you, angling his thrusts perfectly to get you where you need to be, to get that string inside you to snap. your orgasm rushes through you, leaving you a trembling, whimpering mess.
johnny doesn't say anything, doesn't offer you any words of praise. he's too focused on driving himself to come that he's pushing you into overstimulation, but you don't really care all that much. he's promised you that he's gonna give you what you want and every coherent thought you can manage is on that instead.
finally, he's groaning out, thrusting weakly into you as he fills you with his cum. you feel so full in the best way possible, addicted to the way he makes you feel completely like this in a way nobody ever has and ever will. he leans back over you, one hand rubbing comforting shapes across your stomach and the other finding your own, intertwining your fingers. he presses gentle kisses across your shoulder.
"did so well," he mutters into your skin, still breathless. "did so good for me. thank you."
you spend what feels like hours in this position, johnny's cock plugging you full of his cum, his forehead hot against your shoulder. you wouldn't trade any of it for the world if you had to be honest.
your boyfriend finally breaks the silence, tucking his chin over your shoulder to look at you as best he can. "want me to run you a bath?"
you nod, smiling at him when he presses his forehead against yours before he stands, pulling himself out of you and pulling up his pants. he lifts you effortlessly into his arms and carries you to the bathroom to set you on the counter before turning on the bath faucet and running to get you both a change of clothes.
once he's certain the water is warm enough, he helps you into the bath and makes sure you don't need anything else immediately. he kneels by the side of the tub, brushing hair away from your forehead.
"any chores i can do while you relax?" he questions, gazing at you with those soft, doe-like brown eyes of his.
you shake your head at him and smile. "no, it's okay. i can handle it. thank you."
silence falls over you again and you close your eyes, sinking into the warm embrace of your soapy bath water. you can still feel johnny's fingers on your forehead and then in your hair, carding through and untangling strands.
"hey, johnny?" you say without opening your eyes.
his fingers don't falter even a little bit, not the slightest fazed when he answers with a quiet "hmm?"
"did you mean it?" you ask, leaning into his touch a little bit. "what you said about making me your wife, i mean."
even that doesn't get him like you thought it would. you can hear his sweater shift as he shrugs his shoulders and the smile in his voice when he speaks again.
"yeah. not today, obviously, but eventually," he answers honestly, scratching his fingernails across your scalp gently. "don't ever want to come home to anybody but you."
you smile at that, nod a bit, let yourself get lost in the heat of the water, soothing the bruises and aches in your joints left in johnny's wake. maybe it's not a conversation for right now, but it's definitely a conversation for later. and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about it all before. after all, while your apartment is johnny's second home, johnny is your second home.
i made this into a werewolf fic omg i hope you don’t mind
little omega; 1.7k+
you’ve always been on the smaller side.
as an omega, being below average in size is a threat to your life. any alpha will see you as weak and they will not hesitate to take advantage of you. it was only in their nature.
luckily, your alpha best friend jaehyun is always willing to ward off any unwanted visitors.
unluckily, he’s unable to help you through your heat.
you both already established boundary lines when your heat cycles started to become more prominent. for one week each month, you and jaehyun didn’t see each other. jaehyun always found a different omega on campus to share his heats with, but you were not so lucky.
you slam your head against the kitchen counter, ignoring jaehyun’s snickers.
“i could find an alpha to help you. i have other friends, you know.”
you raise your head to glare at him. “are you saying i don’t have other friends?”
“let’s not lie, y/n.”
you roll your eyes. jaehyun’s contentedly making a sandwich for himself and completely dismissing your concerns about your upcoming heat.
“jae, i really don’t want to have another heat! it always gets me distracted and i can’t finish anything when i’m in that state.”
“they make heat suppressants, you know.”
again, you glare at him. most of the time, jaehyun is less than helpful. it was so easy for him to be in heat — an alpha with his good looks and dominant nature had no problem finding a submissive omega. you, however, have a bigger problem. since you were on the smaller side and extremely inexperienced, it was more likely for you to be in danger if you spent your heat with the wrong alpha.
“fine. i know this great guy through a couple of friends, and he’s one of the more tamer alphas. we’re going to meet him so you can finally get fucked.”
“jaehyun!”
—
the music blasting from the speakers is sensitive to your ears and you whine, clutching jaehyun’s arm for support. he rolls his eyes at you.
you’re approaching a group of boys in this noisy house party, most of whom you recognize. a lot of jaehyun’s friends are alphas so you tend not to associate with them so often, but they hang around jaehyun so you can’t avoid them.
“jeno!” jaehyun greets, dimples peeking out as he offers the other alpha a hug.
you observe as jaehyun talks animatedly with this alpha. jaehyun was right — you don’t get a fearful domineering nature from him. jeno seems calm, his smile bright as he converses with your best friend.
jaehyun clears his throat, stepping aside so you come into view. “jeno, have you met y/n?”
“i don’t believe so,” he grins, reaching out to shake your hand. you smile shyly at him. “it’s nice to meet you.”
you squirm underneath his gaze, naturally feeling as if you need to submit to him. jaehyun looks uncomfortable by the next question and your eyes dart to the ground, finding the laces of your shoes to be particularly interesting.
“y/n here actually has her heat next week and she really needs some assistance. i figured you would be the best man for the job.”
you elbow jaehyun’s side and he groans. “i’m not on some to-do-list, asshole,” you seethe.
jeno chuckles. he’s clearly a little embarrassed by the proposition, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
“uh, i wouldn’t mind helping,” he shrugs.
you feel a huge weight has lifted off of your shoulders. you still feel a little anxious — although jaehyun trusted him, you barely knew anything about this alpha. jaehyun gets the idea, smiling and patting both of your shoulders.
“i’m going to see what kind of drinks johnny’s making in the kitchen. i hope you two have fun.”
you blink, watching as jaehyun scurries away as fast as possible. you and jeno stand awkwardly in front of each other.
moments of silence pass before he laughs to break the tension.
“can i get you something to drink?”
—
jeno’s a nice guy. you get to know him a little better at the party, putting some of your nerves at ease. you learn that he’s a struggling college student like you and that he likes taking long bike rides when he has the time. he spent most of the night asking questions about you, and repeatedly making sure that you were okay with your decision to spend your heat with him.
on the first day of your heat, you get a text from jaehyun.
jae: get some good dick today
you roll your eyes at him and choose not to respond, fretting over all of the last minute preparations. the first few days of the cycle are the worst. jaehyun told you that he usually doesn’t leave the bedroom for days when he’s with a partner, so he always makes sure to store extra water and food nearby for consumption.
you’ve prepared a lot of snacks and water for the both of you, as well as a fresh pair of clean sheets that you’ll probably have to wash again by the end of tonight.
you jump when you hear a knock at your door. you take a deep breath before answering it, seeing jeno with his signature smile standing behind it.
you invite him in and jeno can tell how nervous you are, raising an eyebrow at you as you quickly ask him to take off his shoes and follow you to the bedroom.
“i think i have everything ready. i got some of those chips i saw you eating at the party, i thought you would like those. i also just got some water, i hope you don’t mind. i figured everybody likes water-“
“y/n,” jeno stops you, placing his hands on your shoulders to grab your attention. “have you taken a breath at all today?”
you sigh. “no, not really. i’ve just been worried.”
he chuckles. “we’ll be fine. no wonder you haven’t pounced on me yet — you’ve been too worried about tonight. take a deep breath for me.”
you do as he commands and you’re suddenly filled with his overwhelming scent. he’s all around you at once and you feel a little dizzy. jeno’s quick to catch you and you whimper, rubbing your thighs together. you’re hit with a wave of arousal once you finally calm down.
you grab at jeno’s shirt and whine. “need you now, alpha. please?”
he grunts. “i got you, baby.”
he moves you to the bed, hovering over you and looking down at you with clouded eyes. you moan when he finally enters a finger inside your dripping pussy, curling it upwards. you keen at his touch, wanting to have him completely inside you.
“such a good little omega,” he groans in your ear. you whimper, holding onto his shoulders as he slides another finger in. “so good and submissive for me.”
your eyes roll back when he nudges at your sweet spot, coaxing you to your first orgasm. you tremble underneath him, struggling to gain a hold of yourself as heat fills your belly.
jaehyun was right — being in heat with a partner is completely different than being with yourself. your mind is drunk on the thought of jeno’s cock and your words start becoming incoherent.
“n-need a f-fuck, please,” you beg, eyes half open.
you hear jeno’s gentle laugh as he slips his fingers out of you. you cry at the loss, but it’s soon replaced by his cock prodding at your entrance.
“beg.”
his command awakens a fire inside of you. “a-alpha, please. need your hard cock pounding my pussy. i need a good fuck, alpha. want to have your pups inside of me.”
he groans loudly. “yeah? wanna be stuffed full of my cum? wanna give birth to my pups? have a nice big load for my omega.”
he thrusts into you in one swift motion, fitting snugly inside. your throat aches as you scream at the intrustion. you feel so full.
“you’re so tight, little omega,” he moans. you’re so wet that he’s able to slide in and out of you with no problem. he starts ramming into you at a rapid pace, releasing an inhuman noise when he sees the bulge in your belly. “you see that? you’re so fucking tiny, baby. my little omega is so small and submissive to her alpha, isn’t she?”
you feel lightheaded, creaming his cock again in no time. jeno’s gone insane, folding your legs to your chest as he pumps into you. you’re blubbering and crying, tears streaming down your face while he hits your sweet spot.
“i wanted to fuck you the moment i saw you with jaehyun. you’re my little omega now, do you understand? this pussy belongs to me.”
“j-jeno, so g-g-good,” you whisper frantically, another orgasm building up. “you f-fuck me s-so good, alpha.”
“yeah?” he hisses. “i’m the only one who can fuck you this good, right?”
you groan when he drags your body up so that you’re sitting on his lap. he tugs on your hair and you whine.
“ride me, pretty omega.”
you whine as you sink down on his cock. he’s reaching you deeper than before, and you can practically feel him in your throat. as you ride him, he runs his fingers over the bulge in your belly.
“right here,” he grunts into your ear. “i’m gonna fill you with my pups right here. you’re mine now.”
he takes a handful of your ass and guides you up and down his cock. you reach another orgasm, bouncing on his hard member as if your life depended on it.
he follows shortly after, shooting ribbons of his cum deep inside you. you wail when his knot inflates, almost tearing you in half.
when you two finally calm down, jeno pushes the stray hairs away from your face. he’s gentle as he strokes your cheek.
“Hey angel, are you home?” Your mother’s honey voice chimes through your phone.
“Just leaving class mom, what’s up?” You head to the parking lot structure. Glaring at the large cement walls ahead of you, always risking your chances of being late. Winding through the staircases out of breath rushing to your morning class.
“Ah I see..” she sighs. Tired. The exhaustion clear in her tone, hiding more. Years living together building a second instinct, able to connect with her through thought alone at times.
“What is it mom?” You reach your car. Releasing a gust of breaths. Thighs burning after climbing up to the fifth floor. Throwing your weighty belongings into the backseat. Rounding around to the front ready to wash away the day’s stress.
“It’s..” she hesitates. Swallowing down her worry. You picture her pacing back and forth across her living room. “Your father.”
“Dad?” You pause, inserting your key. Ignition revving to life, car warming up having left the heater turned on. The morning chilly, a telling sign for the day to come.
“He..” her voice cracks. Sending a shot of worrying chills down your spine. Your throat drying, itching, gripping the steering wheel with one hand. “His assistant went to do his daily rounds today. He found your dad the other day.. a heart attack.”
“What??” Your interrupt. Tears sting hot down your cheeks, fearful of what more she could say. Clawing at the worn down leather material covering your steering wheel. Something your dad had insisted a car needed.
“It was..it was too late. He didn’t make it.” She chokes out. The distraught in her voice explained. Tears and screams of pain shared through the call for the next minutes rise bile up your throat.
‘I know, I know. It’s ok my love. I’m so sorry.’ Even with her suffering she comforted you with reassurance. Ugly coughs ring in your ears reminding you she was not in the best health either. Leaving you with your forehead pressed down on the car horn. Gently tapping yourself to feel something, to stay grounded.
“I need you to head over to his place my angel.” She clears her throat. Blowing her nose loudly through the speaker. “I’d go myself but, I cannot do the drive right now. We need to gather a few things. He’ll need a suit for the viewing.. his assistant left his will on the kitchen counter.”
“I, yea..I can go. It’s on the way to my apartment. It’s fine.” You mumble. Digging the tips of your fingers into your eyes, trying to apply pressure to stop the tears.
With an exchange of ‘I love you’, you drive off. Blasting music at a deafening level to drown out any thoughts on the way. Driving with impaired vision sounded like the worst idea ever.
‘I’ll be home late today. Love you.’ The text sends off as you park. Pulling up the hill to your father’s old house. A home that could belong to anyone if you knew no better.
It’s been a very long time since you last visited these grounds. Every bone in your body grows reluctant to make a move. Staring through your windshield at the leaf covered front porch.
Walking up to the front doors felt bittersweet, cold. The house, more like a castle really. Much too large for a single old man, felt dark. Looming at the top of a mountain like something out of a child’s fairytale. Yet holding no memories for you.
A place that held no meaning. An address signed on Birthday cards. Not enough decency from the sender to even show his face at your Birthday Parties. That would mean taking off time from work, and that was simply not possible.
Entering not only looked empty but felt emptier. A house this size with no warmth, no comfort, no emotional attachment. What a waste of land. A house is not a home without love and family, as your mother always preached.
Your fingers drag over a dust coated table near the entrance. Photos of your fathers proudest moments displayed near badges of honor. Prestigious titles and awards for all he contributed in his years developing medications for Alphas.
The most notable one for suppressing an Alphas rut. Receiving many praises from Omega, Beta and Alphas who could finally be at peace. No need to worry about a possible feral Alpha attack anymore. Alphas grateful they could open themselves up to more opportunities at work without taking days off so often.
All of these moments that filled him with pride, and not a single photo of you. You were nothing to be proud of, clearly. A first child, an only child, a proud moment for many parents. Meaningless.
Creaking far above your head halts your trip down memory lane. A loud crash coming from up the stairs only adding a startle. Easing your next steps up toward the staircase. Everything seemed to be untouched, in it’s normal place. No one had been parked in the driveway..
Slowly deciding to make your way up the stairs, your ears strain picking up a whisper.
The attic. It was coming from the attic.
You chew on your lip for a minute, trying to convince yourself it’s nothing. Maybe a pigeon got in somehow, your dad would have never noticed.
Another whisper.
With a deep breath you clutch onto your car keys moving inside the attic. Other hand dug inside of your pocket gripping onto your phone.
Two men lift their heads like deers caught in headlights looking back at you. No distinctive scent wafting through the air, at the most the faint one of Alpha. Too faint for one to be present, possible your father was here not long ago.
“Who are you?!”
The shorter of the two steps forward, eyes taking over the majority of his face full of caution.
“We live here..”
“What?!” You shout, ripping your phone free. “This is my father’s house! You’ve broken into private property. I’m calling the cops!”
The taller rushes to a computer set on the edge of a long table covered in a mess of papers. Needles and empty viles, drugs. That’s what was going on here.
“Get away from me!” You proceed to begin dialing for help.
“We can explain!!” The smaller blonde one interrupts with a scream. Palms held out in your direction as an act of submission. “Please!! Please! You need to see this for yourself!!”
He points to the computer screen, begging you to look. Mentioning it’s your dad’s computer.
“What is this..” you question to yourself opening files. The taller of the two leaving them set up for you to easily find.
‘Project Alpha’
Yangyang: 22, pure blood Beta. Son of Alpha and Omega. Carries Alpha genetics. Health is good. Responding very well to treatment.
The blonde boy hovering near your side smiles widely. Top row of his gums peaks through softening up his face. Straightening out he jabs his chest- “That’s me!”
Yangyang inches closer, placing a hand over yours to open up the next file. Flinching as he does, still nervous but on a mission none the less.
Sungchan: 21, half blood Beta. Carries dominate Omega DNA. Has no prominent scent. Does not produce slick. Parents are both Omegas. Health condition is top notch. Responding superiorly well to treatment.
Yangyang snickers, clicking away from the file. Muttering something under his breath about ‘favoritism’.
“Don’t be so jealous.” The taller lanky boy pipes up. Continuing to avoid eye contact with you, speaking more to the Beta beside you. “Maybe if you’d stuck to the plan you’d be moving along as fast as me.”
“The plan?” You inquire, returning your attention to the screen. Another folder opens up.
Jeno.
22, human. Family origin unspecified. Carries zero wolf DNA. Health condition, not well. Unresponsive to treatment it seems. Demonstrates a positive attitude despite failing to advance.
Yangyang sucks in his lips reading along with you. Drawing away his hand with nothing more to show you. He runs a hand through his hair nervously.
“Human??” You dawn bewilderment. Experimenting on humans was highly illegal, an easy pathway to the death sentence. They would only leave our kind alone if we did the same.
“It’s complicated.” Sungchan replies. Eyes trained on his feet almost shyly.
“Where..” you look around the old large attic. No sign of anyone else.
“He’s not doing really good today.” Yangyang rubs his lips together. Concern wrinkling the skin between his brows. His shoulders lift, nudging his chin toward a blackened wall.
They make the first move approaching a keypad on the wall. Sungchan punches in a code unveiling a large window leading to a room with three beds.
Yangyang peers through the glass, lips collapsing into a frown.
“Looks like he’s awake..” glancing your direction, he nods inside of the room. “He was really close to your dad. I think he’s taking it really hard. He’s been here the longest out of all of us.”
“Why would my father take in a human? That’s…that’s..”
“No one knows about him…” Sungchan begins explaining. “Like I said, it’s complicated. Jeno’s…he..”
The two men share a look, falling silent. Yangyang reaches for the door knob first. Pausing as he turns the handle.
“He’s not like the other humans. You just.. you have to see for yourself.” With a nod he motions for you to enter their living quarters.
“Is he.. is it..” you whisper. Hesitant to step inside.
Sungchan’s eyes widen, blinking rapidly- “He’s not dangerous in any way. We’ve been living together for three months.”
Sparing you reassuring nods they both motion for you to enter.
Slowly walking in you take in the surroundings of their bedroom. Nothing special, a place to lay their heads at night at most. A frail figure barely creates a lump under sheets. Bed tucked into a corner of the room where the human seems to sleep.
Jeno sits up hearing your footsteps approach. Kicking back his coverings as he pushes up, back to pressed against the wall.
A hollowed out face lifts up. Eyes large and shining making him appear.. innocent. Younger than a 22 year old man should. Underdeveloped even, bordering concerning from a medical stand point. Boney fingers tug at the loose t shirt hanging from his shoulders. Movements skittish, panicking like a small animal.
They were right, he was different. Despite the evident lack of nutrients and skin hanging tiredly over his cheeks. Omega inside taking note, sucking in deeper breaths in hopes of catching a scent. Nothing but dry air reaches your senses.
A human.
Your head tilts observing his nerves rise. Chest hammering loud enough to pick up with your heightened perception. Every pump of lively blood pulsing through his heart slams against your ear drum. The breaths passing from his lips intensifying each beat.
A human, with the heart of an Alpha.
“Jeno?”
The call of his name seems to relax him. Easing his rod-like spine, hunching forward slightly.
“It’s nice to meet you.” You offer a smile baring no teeth. The man resembling feeble prey scared for his well being. Who knows what weeks of sharing a living space with these other two had done to his psyche thus far.
“..who are you?” Jeno’s voice is much deeper than you’d imagine. Switching something to power on in your mind as you replayed the question. The human boy seemed to relax as you explained your presence. Unable to rip your eyes away from taking in his worn down appearance. Wondering to yourself if this is how he showed up to begin with.
That was day one.
Week 1
“Your scent is so strong.” Yangyang abruptly mentions. Tip toeing around the desk you work at. “I mean, it’s nice.”
Sungchan and Jeno curiously sniff at the air coming up empty. Both falling into expressions of confusion.
“Only Alphas can pick up Omega scent..” your brow lifts, standing up to get a closer whiff of him. Jeno swallows, stepping back, averting his gaze to the floor.
“Yangyang’s no Alpha.” Sungchan adds defensively.
“Down boy.” You smile. Taking a hold of Yangyang’s elbow to draw him closer. Noticing how solid he felt, muscular beneath the layers of clothing eating him up. “Citrus..”
“Citrus?” Yangyang’s eyes widen. Cute and comical. Excitement taking over the smile that shines across his lips. “I have a scent?!?”
“What??” Sungchan’s arms cross over his chest. Sticking his torso out further, straightening up to display his full height. “What about me?”
“Nothing yet. That’s strange..” you reach Yangyang’s bangs, exposing his forehead. Flattening the back of your hand over it. A normal temperature, nothing suspicious yet. “Are you wearing cologne possibly?”
“Yea right. He smells like ass most of the time.” Sungchan scoffs. Growing more jealous as you describe the hints of sweet undertones in Yangyang’s scent.
The blonde man inhales again, quirking his brow in thought- “are you..there’s like a..”
Yangyang’s nose scrunches, experimenting with how strong each aroma passing through his nasal cavity hits now. Picking up on a pungent smoky scent masked in yours- “Wood. Burnt wood.”
“Burnt wood?” Sungchan sniffs again, sighing when he picks up on nothing. Jeno seeming distracted with organizing stacks of strewn about papers. Listening nonetheless.
“Oh.” You share a look with the two standing before you. “That’s my Alphas scent.”
The three men around you pause, stiffening the air circulating around. Still new to interacting so closely with Omega’s outside of their immediate family.
“You’re mated?” Sungchan asks first. Yangyang delivering him a pinch as if it’s not proper etiquette.
“Not quite.”
“You don’t have a mark.” Jeno clears his throat. Continuing to pass off a lack of much interest.
“Exactly.” You nod. “Jeno’s correct. Mated pairings show off their bites proudly.”
“Are you.. not proud of him?” Sungchan the first to ask, again receiving a pinch. Rougher this time, making him hiss and rub at his prickled skin.
“I think societal standards want Omegas to believe our only job here is to find a mate and populate.”
“Your..Alpha, is okay with that?” Yangyang gets out before Sungchan can blurt anything else.
“We agree to disagree. For now.” You keep it short. Pretending this should be more like work than friendship. Despite getting to know each other better day by day. Growing more attached to each of their mannerisms and small differences.
Jeno reappears, scoffing quietly, catching your attention. “Is something wrong?” You ask him. Following his pacing footwork, distanced still. Never nearing too close to you. Possible that he was carrying an underlying fear still.
“Some Alpha..” Jeno sneers, tapping at a book.
“Excuse me?”
Jeno slides the book toward you. Omegan history, a photo of protesting Omegas enhanced on the cover.
“Omegas fought five years for permission to work. Any respectable Alpha should know better. I don’t imagine your father put his heart into years of work for any Omega to give up their free will.”
“I hardly think my father is a prime example of what an Alpha should be.” You snap, grimacing a bit. While Yangyang and Sungchan had been easy to fall into conversation with, Jeno had been stubborn. Always stating facts, living by books. Something instilled before you’d shown up. You did your best to not fault him, a human trying to understand living as part wolf was no easy feat.
“You shouldn’t have to agree to disagree with your potential mate.” Jeno cowers back a bit. Tuning his focus back to sorting through papers. Folding up sheets of printed news.
Headlines of the rate of Alphas declining. The motive behind all of this. Notes your father jotted down of how much more time it would be before wolves became obsolete. Beginning with the extinction of Alphas. Leaving Omegas with only Beta’s to procreate with, ultimately killing off the Alpha gene.
Jeno walks off, not before murmuring- “I think your father would agree.”
Week 2
“Did you always want to present as an Omega?” Yangyang decides to initiate conversation. Spending the last 5 minutes watching your frustration grow. Battling it out trying to avoid blueberry chunks in your yogurt.
Letting out a sigh, you toss aside your sad excuse for lunch. Running fingers through your hair before returning to your research. Files upon files of mess to sort through. Your father’s long history of Alpha lore becoming mind-numbing at this point.
“I guess, I had a feeling it was inevitable.” You shrug, sparing a soft smile his way. Yangyang spins side to side in his seat. Arm hooked up to an IV to restore some hydration after his excursion yesterday.
Rutting for the first time draining his energy. First rut was always one of the hardest. Nothing could prepare one for carnal horny rage. Waking up screaming with a huge throbbing member between his legs. Sourcing a new type of pain, nothing like a simple wet dream induction to puberty.
“Why so?” His voice comes out raspier than usual making you smile more. Clearly howling at the moon all night, embracing the change in the end. Jeno’s head lifts from a book he’s been enthralled with all day. Peering curious over the edges of pages filled with historic Alphas. Your father featured in later chapters for his work as well.
“Ah, I guess I felt it.” You roll your shoulders. Noting the glowing flush that's taken over Yangyang’s cheeks. Signs of new life, joy of accomplishment. Bittersweet to witness as Sungchan blurs in the background struggling to lift 20 pound weights. “I wanted to present as an Alpha too much.”
“You did??” Jeno pipes in. Sitting straight in a seat that engulfs him. His small frame delicate and dainty, appearing as if he’s sat in his fathers chair.
“Yea..” your smile fades. Licking the residue of sweet yogurt from your lips. Shrugging once again to pass off a lack of care. “Thought my dad might…I guess care more.”
Yangyang doesn’t add much, changing the subject with a joke about how Sungchan’s been in a bad mood all day. Something about how the other man threw a fit when he surpassed the size in weights while they worked out earlier.
“I’m sure he’ll be next. Sometimes an Alpha going into rut triggers another’s.”
“Hopefully, he almost dropped a 30 pound barbell on my foot.” Yangyang laughs it off. Familiar enough with the other to take it light-heartedly.
“You didn’t talk to your dad much these last few years right?“ Jeno interrupts. Setting a bookmark to hold his place. Focusing full attention on you.
His low rasp stiffens your spine. Reminded of the stress you came in carrying today. Your boyfriend harassing you over the leave of absence you’d put in a request for at school.
‘Ruining your future over some man that didn’t care enough to be a part of your life? Dropping the internship you’d worked so hard for at the lab. Coming home late reeking of another Alpha?’
Each night ending with never ending questions. Suspicions of lies, convinced you wouldn’t go this extra mile just for your father. Only adding to the stress by pestering you, this new free time opening the idea for pups.
‘I’ve waited. I left you alone to fulfill your dreams and pursue this career. If you’re willing to drop your studies for this, why not use this time to mate and start our family? I just got promoted at work. It’s a sign. One life lost, another should begin!’
He’d never understand. More than the loss of a relationship you never experienced, there were three individuals involved. Less for your own selfish needs, you had to help them. It’d be a waste to endure all they have been through for nothing.
None of this made a difference as you tried to explain over breakfast. Pressed against the wall before you could make your exit. Kissed in a rage of secret jealousy. Aggressive in how he scented you, despite telling him you’d be late. The only importance that you left coated in your Alphas scent. Too strong, masking your light fruity sweetness.
“..right?” Jeno asks again. Ripping you from the piles of thoughts that had kept you distracted all day.
“I haven’t spoken much at all with him since I was a pup. Just Birthday cards and text messages here and there.” You shrug. Yangyang’s nose twitches, choosing to not mention the way your scent has soured. Rotted fruit circles around him, having to step away from the discomfort. “..what about you? Your files didn’t say much about your family.”
Jeno rolls his shoulders, feigning more uninterest. Something you’ve begun to notice he does whenever the discussion strikes an emotional chord. The less care he showed, the harder the wall would be to take down. Building up a protective field around himself brick by brick everyday. Maybe a reaction to lack of control.
Without knowing Jeno before any of this you assumed he was once in great health. Young and surely in shape, giving all of that up for reasons you still could not fathom.
“Once I turned 18, my parents had no need for me.” Jeno says, tilting his head with thought. “I mean, they had no obligation to take care of me anymore.”
“Is that standard for humans?” You question. Noticing a break out of pink spots erupting over his neck. The bounce in his Adam’s apple as he gulped. Hiding, always hiding something.
“I guess it is.” Jeno returns to his book. Always the most informed when it came to wolf biology. While the others focused on mass and building muscle, Jeno studied.
“That must have been tough for you.”
“I survived.” He shoots you a glare. Intent with his speech. Letting you know he’s stronger than you think, mentally and physically.
Week 3
The three men begun exploring around the house. Less keen on sharing a bedroom after rutting. Yangyang taking a liking to the guest room upstairs while Sungchan burrowed in the living room. Having to remind the newly presented Alphas to clean up after themselves. Hierarchy or not, there was no maid in sight.
Jeno chose to stay cooped up in the attic. Holing away in corners alone, layering up clothes instead of complaining over the lack of insolation. He stayed quiet, unphased as the other two passed him up in the change.
He made use of the kitchen, more to make you coffee and tea. Sending you off with a thermos full of chamomile each night. Without saying you looked more stressed and tired these days, he listed the benefits. Softening up by each day, even if the actions were little ones.
“Why do you want to stay cooped up in the attic Jeno? It gets really cold at night. The ceilings are too high. I don’t want you catching a cold.”
“Is that worry in your voice?” Jeno wipes away his grin. Stirring creamer into a cup of hot coffee he’d just poured for you.
“I always worry for you.” You blow over the steam dancing from the mug. “Why don’t you try the guest room downstairs?”
Jeno shrugs, drawing invisible squiggles over the kitchen table. His brows furrowed together, contemplating just how much he should tell you. Enjoying the easy way your presence felt now. He’d grown accustomed to watching you struggle to carry things from your car. Telling the others he liked watching the sunrise. Instead smiling as you fought with the handle of your purse near everyday.
Watching you spill your coffee and dramatically fall to your knees cursing gave Jeno the idea to offer you some. Something about once living life as a barista to pay rent when he first moved out.
‘How did you know I needed coffee today?’ You asked him. Tilting your head with one of the largest smiles he’d ever been lucky enough to receive from you thus far. Jeno shyly looked away, shaking it off. Clicking his teeth when you took the mug from him, saying something about ‘my knight in shining armor’. No, he did not replay that memory every night before floating off to sleep.
Every night as his eyes betrayed him falling shut, drawings of your smile painted the backs of his eyelids. Snoring soft into a peaceful slumber, waking up ready to do it all over again.
“What about you?” Jeno gives you a look. Confusing you as you sipped at the warm, not too hot, caffeine.
“Hmm?”
“Why don’t you ever stay the night? You live out in the city right? It’s kind of a long drive.”
“Thirty minutes or so, sometimes less if I really hit the odometer.” You admit, chuckling shamefully.
Jeno nods, holding back the urge to lecture you for endangering your life. Knowing you leave here exhausted and half-asleep sometimes. Three young men with vastly different personalities either talking your ear off or worse ignoring you like he had.
“Have you been in your dad’s room at all?” Jeno asks cautiously. The question surprises you, setting down your coffee to think it over. You hadn’t actually. Adamantly avoiding venturing through the hallways upstairs. Your journey from the entrance to kitchen to attic at most. Even running down the stairs whenever you needed the bathroom.
Something about the upstairs rooms carries too much life. Like a ghost could be hanging around, judging you for looking through it’s things. “You should, I just think.. maybe you’d get some answers. See things from a different perspective.”
“I think.” Your vocals tremble, coughing past the tightness capturing your lungs. “I think I’m too scared..”
“Would it help to not be alone?” Jeno stands, offering a nod up the stairs.
That’s how you find yourself fighting back a cry that won’t lose. Years of photos your mom had sent displayed all over your father’s dresser. Graduations, Birthdays, your first car, the day you read your acceptance letter for university. Big smiles in each photo, with the help of your mother’s counting down and ‘smile for the camera!’
A personal shrine of moments you’d always wished for him to be a part of, to care about.
“How did you..” hiding your face, you hunch forward, taken over by tears. Jeno nods, cracking his neck to the side.
“Your dad needed help these last few months. It only felt like the right thing to do.. I couldn’t repay him any other way. When I’d come up here to bring him food or the morning paper..” Jeno trails off, not wanting to overstep his boundaries with you. “He was always bragging about you. Said you’d change the world someday just like he did.”
It’s a lot to take in. Maybe the ghost upstairs wanted you to find your way here. Maybe it was never a ghost at all, just a human with too much heart.
“Do you want to be alone?” Jeno shifts nervously. Pulling at dry skin around one of his nails. Resisting the nerves shooting up his arm to reach out and calm your shivering frame.
Your head shakes ‘no’ rapidly, turning to face him. Big shiny eyes punch through his chest. More pained than he’s been in weeks by the image of your heart ache. Against his better judgement he reaches for your cheek. Swooping away a puddle of tears forming at the bottom.
“Thank You..for staying. You don’t have to.”
Jeno’s cheeks deepend in shade, furiously blushing. Embarrassing himself, hoping you won’t notice with the tears impairing your vision.
“You stayed too.”
For once it feels like you’re communicating beyond words. Matching the same emotions up, understanding the root of both your struggles. Jeno had to know by now you’d given up more to help him than you needed to.
Maybe he wracked his brain to figure out why you’d bothered with him any longer. Maybe no answer satiated his stacking thoughts enough. Maybe they spilled over and trickled down to other organs. Even punching at his stupid heart when everyone had fallen asleep. Berating himself for thinking there could be a reason beyond you just wanting to follow your Fathers footsteps.
Jeno sweeps away the fresh tears that continue to flow. Pretending your soft skin does nothing to infuriate his pounding heart even more. It’d be stupid to scream about unfairness anymore. You would never see him as anything but a silly human with dreams far too large and unrealistic.
“I stayed for you.”
He blinks, having to rewind your sniffled words. Blinking until he can retrace exactly what you just said.
“What?”
Quietly thanking Jeno again, you remove his hold. Cleaning your cheeks with the sleeves of your sweater. You nod, smiling at his confused blushing expression.
“I stayed for you.”
Week 4
“Is it really worth it?” You ask Jeno. More concerned than anything.
Day by day he appears weaker, near deteriorating. More reports from the other two that he refuses to eat. Spends all night awake wandering through the woods. The cuts on his thinned out arms from running into shards of branches in the dark glow red.
“Of course it is.” Jeno says without hesitation. Fist closing, the veins along his inner forearm protruding. Visible lines of green and purples bright under his paper like skin. Injecting him with no assistance needed anymore, knowing the trace of veins to poke as if they were your own.
Jeno swallows, blinking away the rush of discomfort. His body rejecting the testosterone of an Alpha, tearing him apart from inside out.
“This just seems..” you clean up his wound. Sealing him up with a new cloth to protect the worn down abused inner elbow.
“I’m going to be an Alpha.” Jeno stands up. Features tight and cold, staggering back slightly. Your first thought to grab him, worrying he’d fall and hurt himself.
Fingertips itch by your hips to hold back. His lips pursed together, nostrils softly flaring.
Jeno’s thoughts pass by too fast to understand anymore, brain throbbing the harder he tries. “Just because Sungchan and Yangyang presented already, doesn’t mean I won’t.”
Jeno’s gaze flicks back to yours, he’s tired. The sparkle of hope he carried when you first met is long gone. The whites of his eyes appeared more red indicating nights upon nights without sleep. His cheeks deflated, losing the boyish fat that would once plump up whenever he gave a peak of smile. The corners of his mouth downturned, lips dry and cracked. A shell of who he once was.
“I know Jeno.” You sigh. It wasn’t really your place to give him any type of advice, right? “I’m struggling with my guilt. Your condition has only decreased since I’ve worked with you.. I’m worried..”
“Don’t.” Jeno swallows. Licking across his dry bottom lip to hide the quiver running through his chest. “I wanted this. I need this.”
“Why? Is this..” you question, staring off. Jeno stepping forward crowding you.
“How would you ever understand? You presented, your family accepted you as you are. I have nothing.” Jeno bites out scornfully. The admission taking a lot out of him. Arm moving behind as casually as he can pull off to hold himself up.
Even in his weakest moments he wants to come off strong. The mentality of an Alpha without the might.
“I want to understand Jeno.” Your next sigh is a defeated one. The better part of you insisting on not giving up. Who were you to tell him anything after all.
Jeno glares, never able to conceal his frustration. Allowing you to help him return to sit. His trembling arms making it less because he wants to. Showing weakness was never one of Jeno’s attributes.
“You..” he swallows. Sinking into the chair, shutting his eyes. The blood running through him burns like acid. Spinning his mind with screams and animalistic roars. Battling with himself each time with no outcome of a winner.
You kneel down taking a hold of Jeno’s knees. Trying to read the way he responds each time. The torture only intensified the longer you proceeded with this experiment.
“Come back to me Jeno.” You plead, taking a hold of his frail wrists. “There has to be another way..”
Jeno straightens, freeing from your grasp. Sighing and rubbing his face hard enough to wrinkle the skin between his eyebrows.
“There is something..” he whispers beneath his palm. Muffling most of his speech, making your ears strain. His body language speaking volumes, maybe it was finally time to stop. Your mouth shuts, opting to knead right under his knees for comfort. Giving him as much time as he needs to breathe and recover himself.
“I haven’t..” Jeno chews at his upper lip. Fiddling his thumbs back and forth with contemplation. “I haven’t been completely honest.”
It’s similar to watching a child confess something unavoidable. Guilt tearing his innocent stature up for weeks now. Reacting with anger would be the worst outcome. It’s clear a new low has been reached, pushing forward his need to share more.
Jeno releases a long sigh. Dragging palms and fingertips hard enough down his face to bring up blood. More pinks and reds surfacing on his cheeks than you’ve seen most days.
“About my family.” Jeno blinks a few times. Yelling at himself for acting cowardly. “My parents.”
With gritted teeth, Jeno clutches onto the arm chairs at his sides. Knuckles rough and cut up, thinning skin lacking elastin he should have at this age. He finds your gaze, jaw locking, forced to fight his own resistance.
“They’re Alphas. Both my mother and father.”
Silence falls between the both of you, stilling your motions on his limbs. Jeno loosens, tired of holding himself up. Sinking lower into the seat, exasperated and relieved to finally speak the truth.
“What?” You question, taking minutes to process everything. Repeating the words over and over again. Jeno who had never once spoken of family, his origin ‘unknown’ up to this point.
“Don’t..please don’t make me repeat myself.” Jeno’s lower lip trembles. Red rimmed eyes moistening up, turning his face away from yours as much as possible.
Standing up too fast has the room spinning. Having to balance yourself now with a grip on the desk. Jeno’s blood always showing an abundance of Alpha DNA. Canceling each other out despite the changes in dosage. What were the chances he was born of two Alphas, never presenting as one.
“Jeno, if that’s true..” you start to think out loud. Receiting notes and the timeline of the last few weeks. “You’ve had the Alpha genetics this whole time..and we’ve been introducing new forms of it into your system. Your body keeps rejecting it, eating up the blood and spitting it back out. Why would you keep this from me?”
“Your dad didn’t want to work on anyone with Alpha DNA. The post I read was specific, Omega and Beta bloodline only.”
“Jeno, why would you lie?? Look at the way this is destroying you!”
Jeno shoots up, struggling as he does so. Coming to stand face to face with you, spitefully biting out his next words- “You will never understand, no one accepted me. You think your dad was bad? Imagine two Alphas, disregarding your existence for simply never living up to their status. I don’t know a human life, this was my last chance.”
“That’s just not true. We could help you adjust to a human lifestyle. I’ll help you, whatever I can do! Anything has to be a better option than this.”
“It’s not.” Jeno says flatly, ready to hole himself up. Aware he shouldn’t have expected a great reaction in any way. As if on instinct you grab onto him, tugging his light weight into your chest. Losing your breath colliding together, your eyes fall closed. Cursing inside, denying any thought attempting to spill out of it’s locked up box.
Whether or not a connection to Jeno was undeniable, you had to excuse it. A possibility your Omega had always sensed more to him. You all had seen more, all it it fell into place now.
That missing piece to the picture that kept you awake at night. Mindlessly staring at the ceiling, pushing out every visual of the…human. A wanton desire eating at your chest wishing for him to be more. Something to explain why your gaze followed him.
Why your chest filled with warmth whenever Jeno showed his face. Why the hints of smiles he’d show when you weren’t looking clung to your memory. Why it was so easy to choose this over everything else.
The other two had presented after all, but Jeno. Everything in your heart said Jeno. Stirring your coffee half asleep, head full of his sad eyes. Thick long eyelashes hiding the burn of tears at war to escape. Currently fanned down on the tops of his cheekbones, close up enough to count each strand.
“I..” your voice cracks. Lapping at the roof of your mouth with a swallow. “I have an idea. I think. Something.”
Jeno finds your stare, ignoring the tightening in his chest. The goosebumps passing along his flesh where you meet. The way your breast rise and fall faster now. Breathing out more than either of you want to say out loud.
“You lack Omega chromosomes.” You step away. Shaking off the tingle left behind on your palm. Jeno nods his chin, shrugging for you to continue on. “If we introduce Omegan DNA, maybe.”
You shift side to side anxiously, both of your thoughts too loud. One of you was going to have to say it.
“and where exactly would we get Omega blood from?” Jeno asks you directly. Light on his feet now. Demeanor changing entirely with his confession.
“I told you, I’ll do anything I can to help you.”
Week 5
Suffering silently seems to be common these days. Embracing the pain for what it is. Feeling misunderstood whenever someone asks you to explain. Sometimes the hurt you feel cannot be put into words. Even then.. people don’t ever seem to understand. They just want to validate how uncomfortable they feel around the black cloud following you.
One bad thing preceded the next. These quiet times of emptying your brain becoming less and less. While it had been wonderful to watch Sungchan and Yangyang’s first shift, running off and tackling each other like pups, guilt continued to eat away at you. Having ended your relationship only days ago.
The loss of a parent this young had really been more life altering than you could ever plan for. Between the funeral, research, screaming matches that ended with you running to your car. Everything happens for a reason after all. Whether it be a less than silent crave to try something new, someone new.
“Oh..” Jeno interrupts your thoughts. Stilling at the roof’s small window. Shifting his eyes around before deciding to proceed with climbing out to sit on the ridges by your side. The area too cramped for him to easily move any lower. “You shouldn’t sit out here like this. You could easily fall..”
You smile, hiding your mouth between your knees. Cradling yourself into a tighter position. Gentle night air breezes around your warm cushiony frame. Pulling on one of your dads weighty coats before seeking silence. Drawn to sit on the roof to watch the moon swallowed up by darkness. Feeling the image to be quite symbolic at this point in your life.
“..and you?” You peer, mostly with your peripheral vision. Outlining Jeno’s blurry side profile. The way his eyes droop more than usual, carrying a tedious exhaustion. The skin underneath sagging more, probably from his habit of rubbing at his eyes. Jeno complained about worsening eyesight whenever he’d read. Pestered by the other two to use his glasses. A stubborn Alpha instinct that refused to do such a thing. Whether he said it outloud or not.
“I’m fine. I sit out here all the time.” Jeno clears his throat. Gripping around his shins to dispel the shiver threatening from erupting.
“I know.” You nod, brushing the cold tip of your nose over your leggings. Moonlit air dropped lower as light disappeared. The last peaks of the moon glow across Jeno’s face. Illuminating him enough to hide his pale sickle tone. Luminous as he blinks. White bounces around his glossy iris. Licking over his lips nervously the more you stare. “I see you come out here a lot.”
Every night as you pull out of the driveway. There Jeno sits, watching the moon. Wishing on stars for a miracle. Speaking to the Gods in the skies, praying for a wish. No longer questioning why he had to be the one left out. Simply accepting where he is, voicing that he will be an Alpha. Seeking the power of manifestation through moon light instead of asking.
“It’s getting really late. I left some tea packed up for you near your coat.” Jeno’s teeth chatter. Scooting yourself closer to him, pressing warmth on his side. He calms more around you now, less avoidant with eye contact.
“You kicking me out?” You question jokingly. Nudging into his side. His ribs protrude enough to dig into your forearm. A lighter vibe between the two of you eases your worries. Coming to finally understand all of Jeno’s true reasonings for living through hell.
“Never.” His cheek sinks, sucking in a smile. Containing them only to not regret it later on. The future still too unsure to compromise holding onto memories of something he could never have.
With a sigh, your chin rubs across his shoulder. Your Omega only wishing to sneak a taste. Maybe you’d be able to leave with a small bit of Jeno lingering.
“You’re right. It’s getting dark.” You grab onto his elbow, encouraging him to follow you inside. Skin cold to the touch, the last thing he’d need is to fall sick now.
Jeno helps you step back inside. Staying circled around your waist as he sets you on your feet. His heart picks up speed, rolling tremors down to his toes. Finding confidence to take one of your hands.
“If I was an Alpha..” Jeno ponders out loud. Separating your fingers, trailing between each. Heated life ignites, like static energy bolting between the two of you. “Would you..”
“I don’t care about your status. I care about your life.”
“But if I was an Alpha, maybe you’d see me.” Jeno sucks in his upper lip, dropping your hand.
“I see you more than you think.”
“Don’t leave.” Jeno flashes you with a new look. Drops of fear skirt through his brown eyes. No longer a fear of wasted time, but a fear for when. A fear strong enough to finally give him courage.
Cupping your face with confidence, cold palms freeze on your skin. Leaning together until the tips of your noses brush. Terrified by how fast your heart responds, throbbing out of your ears. Quickly warming up Jeno’s hands with the rush of hot blood flowing up.
It’s a little defeating knowing Jeno would never be able to understand your desire for him off scent alone. His human form never able to pick up on the way your scent intensifies whenever he nears. For the first time finding yourself unable to form the words to express. Wanting to say the right thing to quill any negative idea he could have.
“This is still really new for me.” You admit. Tilting your chin up enough to press against Jeno’s forehead. Your lips graze just barely, sucking in shared breaths. “..as you said, It’s late.”
He nods, for once acknowledging the pitter patter rising in speed. Reminding himself even if you had no mate, you’d never see him as your Alpha. A new hidden motivation to do whatever it takes. Stupidly racing to win your attention and love.
“Jeno..” you circle his wrists, allowing his thumbs to swipe down your lips. Parting as they pass, gently pouting for a small hint of kiss. “I’ll be back in the morning. You need to rest.”
His thumb lingers as you talk, pushing down the center of your bottom lip. Drawn into the way you move for him. Soft plush pillowy, pressing harder in hopes of seeing his print left behind.
Testing it out, you purse together. Planting a gentle kiss down the length of his thumb. Finishing at his palm, intently watching Jeno relax. Pecking your way down the pathways of veins leading down three paths.
Before you. Without you. With you.
The one you followed unleashing exactly what Jeno needed. Melding together your DNA.
Week 6
23 text messages. 12 missed calls. 4 voicemails.
“You need to get here now. It’s Jeno.”
“What happened?!” You’re frantic as you rush inside the attic. Yangyang nearly toppled over as you bombard past him. Tripping over his feet to catch up with you.
“Jeno, he was..” Yangyang’s voice cracks. Sheer panic taking over his frazzled expression.
“Where is he?!” You shout startling the Alpha. An unfamiliar weakened state of shock settles him.
“He kept…he kept begging for..” Yangyang mouths a ‘sorry’. Nodding to a pile of emptied syringes. Five pure blood alpha filled needles gone, used. It’s like a drop kick to your chest imagining the possibility that Jeno could have…
“He was in so much pain. The…the claim was too much. He couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t let him suffer!” Yangyang tries to explain. The urge to slap him across the face makes your fingers twitch. Wanting more than anything for him to shut up. Heart swelling in fear, distressed over what could have happened next. How could Jeno’s human form handle this much..
“What happened?” You snap. Blinking your eyes shut to calm your nerves. Tongue pressing against the roof of your mouth as a tactic to unsharpen it.
Yangyang’s shoulders slump, frowning as he trudges past you. Sparing you another apologetic look, he draws back the curtains to the bedroom the Alphas had shared.
The room’s destroyed. Two beds flipped over. Clothes and other belongings torn to pieces, tossed all over. Stomping forward to get a better look has your heart practically come to a complete stop.
Jeno.
The glass shakes as he slams into it growling. Bright blown out red pools gaze straight into yours keeping you held in place. Jeno’s teeth snap together, sharp and loud. His palms press to the window, sticky with something. Moistening the glass under his palms. Adding a near cold atmosphere around his once delicate features. Jaw expanded with harsh edges like a blade. Once sunken cheeks risen, re-energized with strength.
“He forced the change. He begged me…I couldn’t say no..” Yangyang whispers. Ashamed with his chin tucked into his chest. Sniffling away a tear, guilt of what he’d allowed eating away at him. “He tried to attack me.. Sungchan and I managed to get him back inside the room but.. he went into rut. He’s been screaming your name ever since.”
“My name??” You choke out more than you manage to say. Clearing your air passage, never breaking from Jeno’s intense stare.
“I think..” Yangyang’s head stays tilted down. His Alpha speaking to him, picking up on Jeno’s tortured thoughts. The heavy fear of abandonment of his Omega never returning. “I think he sees you as his mate.”
Jeno’s nose presses against the window. Everything fogs up, lifting your feet to glide across. A deeper connection levitating you to find him.
“Are you sure?” Yangyang stops you. Hardly phasing your primal urgency to do anything for Jeno.
“I’m positive.”
The scent hits you first, struck by it like a lightning bolt. It’s so…Jeno. Innocent, sweet, cozy. Twirling around your frame, warming your skin in an instance. A baby puppy lapping at milk for the first time with a smile. Furry coat soft, shiny, too tempting to not bury your face in. Similar to the child-like scent pups still carried before presenting. As if Jeno’s transition into an Alpha had reversed his biology. Starting him at the beginning.
It had to be a lot for him.
Jeno’s feeling everything for the first time. New sensations tangle up his spine, course throughout his veins. Blood pumping faster, heart near beating out of his chest. Timid where he stands waiting for you to enter the bedroom. Top row of teeth burying into his lower lip as he blinks rapidly.
His nostrils flare as you shut the door behind you. Stepping inside with only mild caution. Flittering a glance around the damage done. Heavily scented bodily fluids sprayed everywhere. The walls tainted in cum, sheets thrown around. Sungchan’s bed turned upside down. No doubt in a fit of anguished rage after a weak attempt to get himself off.
“Jeno..” you approach him, meeting half-way. Giving your best to avoid looking any lower. Everything’s changed, the Alpha fully taken over. Corded muscles fill your vision, stretched across pale skin. A drastic change from how lifeless, deflated even, Jeno had become. Alpha blood consumed his veins now, renewing him with unknown power.
Jeno reaches for you without hesitation. Falling into a spiral of lust retracing the way your lips dragged down his wrist. Kisses left behind carrying a trace of your scent. Your scent finally filled his lungs, awakening weeks of effort. Rut hitting full force, breaking his body, rebuilding him into an Alpha.
His fingerprints etch over your skin, hot as he traces each curve. He’s everywhere for the first time. Drawing across every line, skin pulled taut over bone. Connecting the song your chest sings. Wolves meeting through your thoughts. Scenting, rolling around, breaking down fear to allow nothing but trust.
“Maybe.. we shouldn’t..” your intertwine with Jeno’s hands slowly drifting his touch away from your body. “Your rut..”
“Ocean air...” Jeno lets out a sound of relief. The smallest hint of a smile lifting the corner of his lips. “Crisp…like summer. It’s tranquil, calming..” his eyes lit up large, glowing red behind deep brown. “I can finally smell you..”
Hearing it from Jeno makes your chest cave in. Grasping at air to quickly fill your lungs.
From nothing to something so fast. Jeno traces along the pathway of lines on your palm. Reading every scenario in which you’d end up finding each other. A connection deep rooted past your souls that would always lead you to finding each other. Flesh and bone lured to attach despite any obstacle. Everything would bring him back to you.
“Mate.” Jeno announces, twining fingers through yours.
“Alpha..” it spills out before you realize. Pressed up together finally unrestricted. Wolves meeting as one, nuzzling and scenting. Finding traces of yourself in each pump of blood. “Touch me.”
Jeno lifts you like nothing, finally strong enough to take reign of you. Setting you to lay on the bed he’d come to call home.
Everything feels weightless now. Your scents collide, creating the softest sweetest mixture of warm milky peaches during summers at the beach.
Explore me. Feel me. Play with me.
Your Omega whispers inside Jeno’s thoughts. Granting him permission to take complete control. Fill your insides to his hearts content.
Kisses last for minutes. Tasting throughout each other’s mouths. Biting at his tongue fighting for dominant space against yours. Your neck tilts back, bending up to give him free control. Tongue deep enough to lick at the back rows of your teeth. Savouring the way even your saliva carries a tangy taste of peach.
He takes time to remove your clothing. Enraged with the need to see you stripped down to the bone. No insecurity between your souls, animalistic nature breaking the divide. Taking your hands, Jeno holds your wrist together. Tracing over your chest. You breathlessly writhe under each of his touches. Swooping his fingertips to graze around your hardened nipples. Tapping lower down your abdomen, his throat tightens. Sucking in harsher breaths.
“Speak for me. Need to hear you.” Jeno’s raspy tone cracks. Burying his face between the dip down your stomach. Sinking his nose inside of your belly button. Desperate to leave a mark of himself in every precious dip.
Your spine arches, connecting his lips to your mound.
“Kiss me.” You whimper with a roll of your hips. Swollen bud catching on Jeno’s lower lip as he dips. Following the curves that call after him.
Jeno sucks around your clit, slurping noisily. Wrapping his tongue around you in the most devilish way to have you shaking in seconds.
Bringing your thighs to wrap around the sides of his head only encourages him to lap at your heat faster. Ears pressed deafeningly on your inner thighs make him work harder to hear you scream. Swallowing your slick down like water. His tongue dipping into your pulsing entrance, teasing your hole.
“Such a tasty Omega. All I ever needed.” Jeno grunts. Working his tongue in and out with a rushed speed. Hunger to taste you cumming around his tongue taking over.
Jeno lifts your back from the bed, holding your lower half up to his face. Sending vibrations deep inside your gut the harder he sinks in. Tongue buried as far as his mouth will allow. Silently cursing he cannot eat you whole.
Slick pours down his face combining with sweat seeping from his pores. Hair sopping wet, sticking to his forehead. Highlighting beautifully over the Alphas nose and cheekbones. All of it emphasizing ‘mine’.
Mine to have always. Mine to claim. Mine to keep.
Jeno squeezes your thighs, squishing tender flesh until it aches. Reaching lower between you to rub your clit in time with his mouth.
“Alpha!” Your broken scream shoots straight to his cock. Groaning deep between your legs as you cum passionately around his muscle. Sucking down all of your sweet essence. Only pulling away to savagely lick over your outer folds. Sucking and caressing his plumped lips up and down. Too much slick to clean up with his mouth alone.
Jeno sighs, softly bringing you to lay on your back again. Spacing out a spot for himself between your legs. He slowly circles strokes from his thumbs over your hipbones.
“Don’t hold back for me, please please. Give me everything. Need all of you.” Your aroused wanton need speaks up for you. Grabbing onto his wrist with all of the strength you can muster. Tugging him up to find your neck. Forcing his palm to clasp around your throat, nodding to instruct the Alpha. Hesitation passes fast as you slap his forearm.
Jeno grips tightly, holding you down with his upper body. Air flow caved in, coming out in noisy huffs. Veins surface over your forehead. Jeno’s thrusts speeding, hitting hard. Cockhead kissing deep inside where you need him most.
The lack of air and blood flow feels close to blacking out. Jeno a blur of movements behind your wet eyes. Slick pours down rapidly, soaking through bedding and mattress. Weakly slipping from his forearm as your mind enters deepest euphoric highs.
Buried deep inside of you felt like dying, coming back to life, alive for the first time.. The misery, suffering, all of it dissipating. Soul light, free, tethering him to earth for a reason other than his own selfish gain. A purpose to protect, watch over you the way you’ve always needed.
Jeno lets go, gently tapping your cheek until pretty eyes flutter for him. Just for him. His heartbeat blasts like a broken speaker. Beating against every corner of his mind screaming your name.
Silent tears flow down your cheeks. Drained of every empty emotion that had filled your head.
Jeno pins you down, fucking another orgasm out of you. Nearly knotting as you convulse around him. His abdomen folds in, gaze stuck on your cunt lips trapping his length. In awe of the way your body can take more. The first and only Omega he’d ever need.
Turning you over, Jeno gives you no breaks. Slapping your hips until you ride him with force. Weight thrown into each thrust, grabbing onto his chest to bounce yourself faster. The sounds of skin meeting skin blended with both of your whines only egg’s you to move with more intensity.
Jeno takes a hold of your breasts, pushing his lower half up tackling you back down to the bed. Laid out beneath him helplessly, violent thrusts clap off the walls. Sticky, wet, disgusting and divine. Fucking with your wolf instinct more than anything human.
“Need to bite you!” You scream tossing side to side. Tortured by a ravenous primal desire to feel the Alpha burst through your veins. Fill your guts and mind all at once. Overflowing with Jeno enough to lose yourself completely.
“Bite me.” Jeno grits, fucking the mass of his knot past your constricting walls. Ripping louder whimpered cries as he tears into your guts. The tip of his length nestles up to your cervix. Panting relieved, engulfed in your warmth. Wrapping around his size with no struggle.
Jeno lifts around your neck, pressing your foreheads together just as you had last night. Sweat drips down the bridge of his nose to your parted lips. Landing with steam at the back of your tongue. A mere small taste of everything consuming you.
A growl breaks from Jeno’s chest with his next thrust. Shoving your mouth to his scent gland. He falls into an urgent pace. Hips slamming down bruisingly hard. Lapping at the largest vein bulging from his throat between each scream fucked out of you.
“J-jen—Jeno!” With your eyes wrinkling shut almost painfully you bite down. Tearing his skin with harsh snaps of your teeth. Shouting and cumming from the first taste of blood to slip down your throat. “Alpha..alpha!”
“Fuck fuck.. fuck!” Jeno chases his climax through howled screams. Raspily coughing, sucking down asphyxiated breath as he reaches ultimate high. His knot locks in place fully expanded. Stricken with jolts of hips smashed together, shooting out the most aggressive streaks of cum.
It’s too overwhelming, it’s too much, leaking past the fat knot stretching your cunt open. Jeno’s cum feels endless, swelling your stomach up. Panting hot heavy air at the crook of your neck. Alpha rage settling for the first time since his rut hit.
“Alpha.” Your eyes flutter shut. Sheathing your fingers through the damp hair at his nape. Lapping up the opened wound on his neck to heal up faster. The personal heaven you’d built together embraced your bodies. Surrendering all of the pain, lost in a void of nothing but each other.
Jeno’s nose lands on yours, restricting air flow for the both of you. Skimming your lips together wordlessly. Words would never be enough after all. Lips drag over your face, gently on each feature. Alpha intent to leave no area of skin on you neglected.
With his knot taking an hour to come down, you spent time stuck together. Caressing over each other. Sharing kisses between exhaustion. Heavy eyelids drift you to sleep, expanded around Jeno’s length.
Moaning with your face buried in his ruined bed sheets. Turned over into presenting Omega position, allowing Jeno to piston inside of you relentlessly. Fingertips dig into the ridges of your spin. Ingraining the way you shape around him.
“Made for me. Made for you.” He whispers deliriously behind you. Kissing across the dip in your waist. Squeezing your sides together until marks of his hands bloom on your flesh. It opens a new need to see you ruined down to nothing. Needing your Alpha to do everything for you. Grabbing your ass fiercely, Jeno fucks you faster with endless vigor. Ramming merciless, spilling slick down to his knees with each pounding smack.
It hurts. Numbing all of the pain you’d ignored for weeks. Wrapping your mind with a blanket of comfort. Eyes disappear into the backs of your sockets as another orgasm shivers up your back. Falling flat on the bed, pushed down further by Jeno’s strength holding the backs of your shoulders down.
“Al-alpha..” you cry, bursting into a new wave of tears. Tears of elation and satisfaction, hot lust streaking your fiery cheeks. “Please, need you.”
Jeno’s large palm wraps around your neck taking a hold of your chin. Whispering ‘I love yous’ that never needed to be said.
“You will always come first.” Your Alpha spills his heart. Kissing over the fresh mark of claim torn on your throat. “Always.”
"It's no nut November so you can't nut",you teased Jeno as you were sitting on him. You knew he wouldn't lose this challenge no matter what so you were grinding on him excessively. Like c'mon,who wouldn't tease their partner at such an enjoyable time like this?
Jeno sat under you calmly,rocking his chair,his puppy eyes and broad smile were effortlessly displaying infront of you. He was completely chilled and he acted as if he didn't care.
But his bulge that you could feel growing under your pussy was telling you otherwise. His boner was totally contributing to the friction with your pussy,making you so wet and needy for him.
"C'mon,how long are you going to hold it in,daddy?",you asked him, teasing him even more by calling him something that he for sure, gets turned on by.
In a swift moment,you found yourself completely caged in his arms as he harshly wrapped his hands around you,jerking your whole body towards him.You grabbed his shoulder tightly for support.He looked straight into your eyes. His eyes were getting dark and darker,
"If only this wasn't a challenge,yn..",he tried to warn you,"what? What would you have done to me if you could nut right now?",you cut him mid-sentence.
"I would have inserted a vibrator inside you and overstimulate you till you finally realized that you're just a fucking slut for me and then I would have thrusted my huge cock inside you,fucking you inside-out proving you that nobody will never fuck you the way I do",he replied with low pitched,horny voice.
Your efforts to instigate him didn't completely go in vain then,you supposed.
PAIRINGS: Yandere Professor!Doyoung x Fem College Student!Reader. WARNINGS: yandere themes, posessive behavior, forbidden love, explicit language, slight sexual content, fingering, non con elements. WORD COUNT: 712
SUMMARY: You’ve begun to notice your professor favoring you despite all the failed assignments you’ve turned in. One day you stay after class to ask him about it.
AUTHORS NOTE: welcome to day five of this series! thank you for the love and support on the other posts, it means a lot. minors or those who are triggered by these themes, I suggest you do not interact.
part of my “you’re my favorite” series
"100%" read the score on the top right of an essay you swore was going to be a failing grade. It was a bullshit and last minute assignment, containing lots of possible grammatical errors and sources that weren't reliable. So it was really confusing to see a grade that you KNEW you didn't deserve. On top of all that confusion, it was the third assignment you've submitted with the same passing score - yet had issues just like the paper you've received.
"Good job everyone, I was really impressed by everyone's papers. You are dismissed, have a great weekend."
Professor Kim said after handing out everyone’s scored assignments, settling back into his wooden desk. He shifted uncomfortably in the seat, playing with a luxurious watch he wore around his wrist and adjusting the collar of his white button up shirt. His eyes shifted to yours, catching your stare right before you could turn away.
Quickly adverting your gaze, you sat up from the seat and walked passed the shuffling of students leaving the classroom who had been anticipating the weekend. There were two other students who stayed behind after class to discuss their scores, begging to receive extra credit to improve their grades. So your professor did grade all of the students papers, rather than marking it as finished without an intent to read them. He went past all of the mistakes on yours, and didn’t fail you - how was that possible?
“How may I help you Miss L/N?”
You failed to notice that the other two had left the classroom, leaving you alone with your professor. The silence and the lack of fellow peers made the atmosphere awkward.
Taking a deep breath with the scored essay in your hands. “Oh yes uh… I think you got my score mixed up.” You breathed out nervously, placing the paper in front of him. He took a moment to glance over the assignment, humming along the way where his eyes glossed over. You played with your fingers in nervousness while awaiting his response.
“Hmm no. Everything looks correct to me.” He replied placing the papers back into your grasp.
You slightly chewed the inside of your mouth and stared at the assignment. “Are you sure? Because I’ll be honest I didn’t put a lot of effort in this, and I know there were countless errors.”
He chuckled out a response and sat up properly in his chair. “I’m completely sure. The essay was perfect, you did a really great job. Unless you want to go over it?”
Shaking your head with the paper clutched in hand, and placing the essay inside your bag - you took a step back. “No that’s okay. Thank you for your time sir. Have a great weekend.”
His hand wrapped around your wrist, preventing you from moving another inch. His touch burned at the skin, sending a panic throughout your body.
“You know… you’re an intelligent, beautiful woman. And I’ve noticed how doubtful you are of that.” Your professor said, pulling you straight onto his lap so his crotch was pressed against your ass. “And maybe I overlooked some of your work, but only because I don’t want you to fail.” He leaned in, whispering in a deep voice to your ear.
“W-what- no.. I have to go.” You said panicking out of his grip, but he pulled you down and wrapped his arms around your waist. He wasn’t letting go.
“No you’re going to stay. And if you don’t, I’ll fail you. Then I’ll make sure you’ll never graduate, and the only person you’ll have is me.” Professor Kim ran his hands down and unbuttoned your pants - sliding them off your body. “Do you understand?”
You whimpered out a yes and he hummed in satisfaction - ripping your panties off and setting them inside a drawer of his desk.
Voices outside the classroom door cut you off guard, tensing you up in his hold. Someone could walk in at any moment and see the two of you. Yet, he continued on, rubbing his thumb over your clit and pushed two of his fingers inside your pussy- pumping them at a steady pace.
“You better be quiet. Unless you want someone to see how much of a slut you are for your professor.”
❝ i think it’s about time i show you how good i can make you feel. ❞
PAIRING ▸ na jaemin x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, college au, gamer au (twitch streamer!jaemin), friends to lovers, fuckboy au, friends with benefits au, a little bit of angst
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexting, dirty talk, corruption kink, the classic “teaching them to fuck” trope, fingering, oral (f. and m. receiving), dry humping, praise, mc is very innocent, jaemin being a cocky loser (somewhat endearing?), jealous jaemin is a dick, sneaking around, slight exhibitionism, mutual pining
SUMMARY ▸ virginity is a social construct, so it’s not like na jaemin had to know you were a pure, untouched maiden. okay, so maybe you should’ve told him that before he was knuckles-deep inside you.
or, in which progressing from best friends to best friends with benefits is hard, especially when you both have feelings for each other.
PLAYLIST ▸ know now by nct u • fuck up the friendship by leah kate • often by the weeknd • double take by dhruv
WORD COUNT ▸ 16722 words
AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ I’VE BEEN SO EXCITED TO RELEASE THIS i hope yall enjoy and lmk what u think !! ♡ tag list is at the bottom and a big thank you to everyone who asked to be part of it!
YOU WERE NOTORIOUS FOR TALKING BIG.
So apparently telling Lee Jeno that his best friend couldn’t please you was a mistake. Na Jaemin, popular Twitch streamer slash campus heartthrob, had mentioned that he wanted to see you without the clothes you had on. It was a shameless move, but only Jaemin could say something so bold without faltering. Naturally, you laughed in his face.
When Jeno brought it up later, your conversation ran into several tangents, ending up with Jeno admitting that Jaemin wanted nothing more than to fuck the daylights out of you. (This was an exaggeration, you suspected, but the poor man wasn’t even present to defend himself). You weren’t blind; Na Jaemin was incredibly hot and could probably make your panties drop in seconds.
However, you were a little hysterical and claimed that Jaemin wouldn’t even be able to make you whimper. None of this was true, actually. Truth was, you were a complete virgin so you had no idea what you were saying. Jaemin could probably kiss your cheek and you would think about it for months. To be fair, you were a lightweight, and three shots of Pink Whitney was enough to get your mouth running.
On Friday night, while you were making a rather sad batch of spaghetti, you received your first sext from Na Jaemin.
cw: size kink, dildo training, dacryphilia, mentions of tummy buldging
[06:51 am] Your thighs tremble every time you try to lower yourself on the large dildo, the stretch bringing fat tears to your eyes. "M-Minho, I can't. It's too big." You pant out as you stop midway to catch your breath.
Minho just clicks his tongue as he shakes his head. "Come on, angel. You can do it." He says as he moves to press on the buldge on your tummy, groaning when he feels the toy inside of you. Minho coos when he sees the tears streaming down your face. "My poor girl," he purrs out, his free hand coming up to remove the stray hairs from your face. "You're just so tiny, it's just baffling how this dildo can fit in you." All you could do was to just nod at his words and sob, whining when Minho pushes against the buldge a bit harder.
"Come on, little one." He urges, his voice sickly sweet, as his hands now move to rest on your hips to help you sink down even further on the dildo. "I-I don't think I can, Min." You say sadly as your lips slightly tremble. Minho just shakes his head and presses a kiss on your temple to soothe you.
"If you can't handle this dildo inside you, what makes you think you can handle my cock?"
genre: fluff and some angst, mostly fluff.
characters: heir!jeno x runaway heiress!female oc.
inspiration: thought that it would be pretty dope to write something about a runaway heiress that has ran away from her family, falls in love with the youngest child who is an heir to the family company, and overcomes a lot of struggles + other things out of the way before they are finally happy.
note: jeno, mark, and taeyong are siblings in this piece. + female oc is indo-turkish and will therefore be referred by either her indian name, her turkish name and both of her names.
notes: phew, last minute fic or whatever spewed out for the sake of this collab oh my god. anyways, enjoy this surprisingly fluffy piece in here since I did not have the energy to write a whole fic as I intended to. + italics mean that female oc is talking in hindi, bold is for english and normal is for korean.
playlist:
lullaby. - got7.
criminal. - natti natasha ft ozuna.
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word count: 1k+
Las Vegas, 2016 with Johnny Suh (ft. Friend!Jaehyun)
smut : mentions of underage drinking (19), daddy kink, unprotected sex (pull-out method), kitchen sex at a house party, handjob, degradation, height kink, manhandling, dominant johnny / (bratty) sub reader, etc. ♡ 4.7k words
You weren’t too sure how you ended up where you were with Johnny. Somehow alone, the two of you were in the kitchen that was dimly lit. You didn’t know how Jaehyun got the light to be this blue hue, but it created an exciting atmosphere for both you and Johnny.
You two were never so close, having Jaehyun and many others as mutual friends. To say the least, Jaehyun was the middle ground that you two always got to talk about. Whether the conversation started because of him or not, along with the exchanged sentences, a shared memory would involve Jaehyun that was talked about between the two of you.
The only difference was that you had known Jaehyun longer, as you two grew up in Vegas together and were the same age. Unfortunately for Jaehyun, you moved away to pursue university in Los Angeles. Some people asked you why or how you and Jaehyun never got together, but it was merely because the number of times that you’ve seen him butt-naked (which you claimed was unshaven) coming out of your shower was too much.
Besides, you two did try. You lost your first kisses & v-cards to each other in a very messy manner that wasn’t very good at all. There was no love outside of the fact you two had always been friends, and there was no gravitation to turn it into anything more.
The taller man was on the other side of the counter, pouring himself a cup of black coffee. It seemed that he knew his way around, even though it was Jaehyun’s uncle’s Vegas house that Jaehyun had decided to bribe his uncle out to use for his friend’s birthday, Johnny’s.
「1:56PM」 → In which you come to the house of the child you’re babysitting a little earlier than usual to fuck his dad, Kim Doyoung. Something you do quite often | smut
warnings | single dilf doyoung, doyoung is 35 and reader is 22, dilf x babysitter, degradation, manhandling, slight exhibitionism, slight dumbification, basically just pure filth.
author's note | do you guys like this dynamic or is it too much for you guys? i've been reading too many dilf fics... if you guys like it, tell me if you'd like more dilf fics!
You swore that you hadn't ever felt this euphoric with any other man in your university. No, compared to Mr. Kim, who you called daddy, they were merely boys.
"D-daddy." you managed to spit out at an attempt to not drool out of your mouth, "Too mu—uch."
"Too much?" he replied in disbelief, almost in a laugh. Until now, you question how you got so fucked out so easily, but he remained stable despite being completely engulfed in your cunt.
Right now, as his son was still in school before you had to babysit him, and before Mr. Kim had to leave for a conference, you were getting fucked against the big window in his at-home office.
Definitely, you were still registering the feeling of his throbbing cock going in and out of your sopping hole. However, your mind went empty because of it. With your own wetness coating your thighs and Mr. Kim's thrusting continuously animalistic, the anticipation of when he would come back into you after pulling out was all you thought about.
Like a whore, not that you weren't already one to him, your tits and face were pressed against the crisp clean glass, awaiting to be seen by anyone who would pass by the backyard.
Mr. Kim bent forward, the sound of his skin slapping against yours amusing him, licking a stripe on your bare neck as your hair was wrapped around his left hand as the other practically gripped your hips. But what entertained him most was how you were still clenching around his cock—even after the seven orgasms beforehand.
"It'll be too much once you give me your safe word." he said through clenched teeth, directly into your ear, "Do you want to say your safe word pretty girl?"
"Nng-no." he slapped your ass as a sign that he wanted you to speak louder, "No! No, daddy! Please. W-we still have more time until your son—oh my god—gets h-home!"
"That's what I thought. 'Cause cock-sleeves like you deserve to be fucked stupid."
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A/N: I apologize to all of you who requested this follow up and waited so long for it! Anyway I know I said I was going to rewrite it with added scenes but I decided to just post this as is, and if there’s more interest I’ll write the next follow up :)
renjun ; renjun just loves knowing his affect on you. he loves how one brush of his fingers against your arm or thigh has you melting into him. he loves how eager you are to please him; having you between his legs, face pressed against his thigh, eyes big and sweet, pleads on the edge of your tongue. “look at you.” he’d say, hand resting against your cheek, thumb stroking across your cheekbone. “such a dumb, stupid girl.” his voice is so condescending, so gentle, so soft. and he loves the soft “yes, daddy. just wan’ your cock. please.” that you mutter out. he’s the type to make you beg, to watch you kneel and whine for him, rubbing your thighs together, before finally leading his cock into your mouth. “shit– that’s a good slut. made for this cock, isn’t that right? only thing that sweet, little head of yours can think about.” and he loves how you hum around him, drool pooling at the corner of your mouth.
jeno ; jeno’s the type to fuck you both dumb, overstimulated and drunk on each other. his body is hunched over yours, pushing your front into the mattress, hands gripping onto the sheets beside your head. “fuck– feels so fucking good, baby. suckin’ me right in.” his voice is strained, moaning into your shoulder. “gonna cream this pussy… gonna fill you up so good.” but he already has. your thighs are slick with both yours and his cum, jeno’s cock is coated a milky white as he humps into you. but it just feels to good to stop :( he needs to fill you up just one more, give you just one more load of his hot cum and then he’ll pop himself out of your lil cunny and clean you up; but he just can’t stop rutting against you. and you’re in no better condition, grinding your hips back against his every time you cum, whining into the sheets below you about how “it’s too much, daddy” and “’s too deep.” and he just presses kisses against your shoulder blade, hissing and panting through his teeth, saying, “don’t worry, baby, daddy’s got you. gonna fill you up so good.”
donghyuck ; donghyuck likes you the most when you go dumb for him; making you cum on his dick until you can’t think anymore. he just thinks you’re the cutest thing, trembling and shaking for him, hands grabbing onto his arms, trying to get infinitely closer to him, always so good for him, despite the overstimulation. he rocks his hips into yours, slow n’ sweet, pushing the fat head of his cock against that lil gummy spot inside you, making you squirm under him. “such a sweet girl for me.” he mutters, dipping his head into the junction of your neck and shoulder, kissing along your collarbones. “so dumb for me.” he coos. and he smiles at the way you whine, telling him that you’re not dumb, not yet. “guess i haven’t fucked the brains out of you, yet, huh baby?” he ruts harder into you, although not faster, moving a hand to push against your tummy, feeling the small bump of his dick pushing into you. “maybe if you cum again. one more time, baby, i need you to cum for me.” and he loves how you’re so far deep that you cum when he tells you to, hiccupping his name over and over <3
jaemin ; jaemin loves having a dumb lil baby to sit on his lap and keep his cock nice n’ warm for him. there’s just something about the way you’re eyes glaze over, how you cling onto him, babbling mindlessly about how full you feel and how good he makes you feel. he’s the type to indulge you, bouncing you on his lap and nodding along to everything you say, smiling sweetly up at you, hands running along your back, fingers tapping against the skin rhythmically. “yeah, baby? ya feel good?” and you nod desperately, hips twisting, fingers gripping harshly onto his shoulders. “f-feels so good… s’deep, nana. so good, so good.” and he laughs at the way you stutter and ramble for him, body trembling in his hold. “i know, angel, i know.” he coos, fingers finding your clit, pressing into the bud. “don’t need to think, hon, nana’s got you. nana’s gonna take care of you.” and when you cum in his lap, hiccupping and sobbing while you cream his cock, he’s so sweet, cooing, “there’s my good girl.”
IV | 7 days of teasing johnny, brat!reader, hard dom johnny, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, brat taming, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (dont be silly wrap your willy!), handcuffs, reader cries but no dacryphilia
SUMMARY | After you made a deal with Haechan, you’ve been determined to hook up with Johnny by “accidentally” driving him to his edge. Easily do you succeed, however actions have consequences.
A/N | ok so I have not posted smut in. over a month. but I’m not dead I’m here hiii. i’ll try to not disappear for this long again but honestly i’m not even that satisfied with this so i’m gonna practice writing again
WORD COUNT | 2.7k
The sound of handcuffs dangling before feeling them enclose around your wrisr lets you know you’re in trouble.
For a week, you’ve been edging Johnny. Accidentally sending a nude of yourself, being around him more though wearing less, however today was the last straw for him. Today Jaehyun—a mutual friend of yours—threw a pool party with some of his closest friends, you two included. And a pool party in the boiling hot summer weather called for showing off your boiling hot summer body in a two-piece swimsuit—your favorite bikini. Long story short, you had asked Jeno to help apply your sunscreen onto your back, and with the view that bystander Johnny had, he was easily effected.
kun ; kun is gentle with you. he likes treating you softly, touch your body and making you cum over and over — creaming his cock, his fingers, his tongue, until you can’t think anymore. but he seems like the kind of person that really understands what subspace is and understands how to treat you when you fall into that state of mind. “where’d you go, pretty girl.” he’d coo, cupping your face, hand so big that his thumb could reach to your lip, grinning when you open your mouth to let the digit press down on your tongue, eyes rolling back in your head. “feelin’ good, baby?” he’d ask, not really as expecting an answer as he ruts his cock deeper into your gushing cunny. “gonna cum again, love? go ahead, cream this cock.”
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