Do u still have the live of woo and Dave reading ur ff (or any live of them together ) I can’t seem to find it anywhere else since Dave deleted his twitch account
I wish I did! It was insane and super cool that my work was read but also felt so weird but I’d love to actually see it since last time I saw it I watched approximately 1 minute- screamed- and turned it off LMAO
Every cell inside you were burning hot with a need for more- to feel all of them no matter how completely spent you were. Soft, needy pants escaped your plush lips as you laid there with your face pressed into the dampened black velvet as Jackson sinful tongue lapped up the remnants of the mess him and his Hyung had made inside you.
“Mhmmm-“ He groaned, the vibration of his voice against your cunt was just as earth shattering given just how sensitive you were.
“So good~ All mixed like this~“ He cooed, pressing hot kisses along your slit. Kissing your sore bum, before doing the same to your entrance. “Poor baby’s gonna need a break after Youngjae and Mark get a hold of her- don’t you think Jaebum Hyung?”
Though his tone seemed to have a sliver of concern for your physical wellbeing, that smug smirk plastered on his face as he watched the two men approach said otherwise.
JayB hummed, biting his lower lip as his head cocked to slight ever so slightly. His narrow, fox-like gaze trailing over your bruised and used form. He was glad to not have a partner to share you with- though it would’ve been fun to ruin you just like the others had and were about to do, he liked the thought of getting you all to himself.
Tapping his chin with his fore finger, he nodded, “How do you feel about coming and spending the night with me, y/n?” He asked, his voice smooth and silken. “We won’t have an audience though, it’ll just be you and I.” He says that like it’s a bad thing.
You nodded biting your lower lip, smiling this dick drunk-esque grin as Jackson gave your bum and encouraging caress before making his way back to his owner the second Mark and Youngjae surrounded you.
Mark chuckled at the sight you were, so disheveled and out of it— all because of them. “Well, we’ll take that as a yes.” His words came out in a playful hum as his large hand trailed up your spine, paying extra attention to just barely ghost over your warm skin.
“Our managers will take care of everything, love.” He cooed, his gaze flickering between you and Youngjae. Watching as the younger man stalked behind you, his gaze maybe even more predatory than his own as he could practically see the cogs turning in his head. “Whatcha thinking about so hard?” He grinned, knowing whatever his friend was coming up with would surely earn you a needed break.
Youngjae’s plush lips curled into a devilish grin, his canines looking so sharp in the dimmed lighting. His darkened gaze caressed your soft curves, mentally memorizing every other place he thought should be bruised and marked. “I think-“ He began in a purr, the rasp in his voice going straight to your pussy making your writhe in your spot. “I think we both deserve to be buried in this sluts tight pussy.”
SMACK!
The second the contact sounded, our audience went silent. Wanting to watch and take in every detail of what the pair were about to do to you.
His fingertips connected with your swollen cunt, his middle finger sliding down your slit only for a moment earning a simultaneous gasp from both you and him as he felt your slick coat his finger.
He slapped your pussy again, once then twice more. Each time causing you to mewl and jump at the sudden jolts of pain and much-needed friction.
Mark groaned at the sight, the way your body moved and wriggled against the tightly wound belt around your wrists, the way your makeup smeared down your cheeks from the rough face fucking you'd just endured.
It all drove him so close to just saying fuck it and burying himself to the hilt inside your right then and there, but he knew his friend and his sadistic mind. He knew what he wanted to do to you was far too good to just brush off.
"Both of us?" Mark chuckled again, licking his plush lips while Youngjae's middle digit teased your sore hole, groaning at your soft gasps from the mix of discomfort and need.
The other man nodded, that smile permanent on his face. His hands roughly groped at my backside as Mark's intertwined in my hair. Grabbing a fistful, roughly lifting my head up from the soft plush velvet to meet his heavy-lidded gaze.
"How does that sound to you, little y/n?" He cooed with this playful edge to his tone, he watched you carefully taking not of every little movement you made from the wriggling to the way your brows furrowed with worry. "Would you like Youngjae and I's cocks both stretching that beautiful little cunt?"
His questioning brought you back to your strange reality somehow.
Your eyes fluttered open, peering up at him with a soft roundness as you couldn't muster a word.
He shook your head roughly, eliciting a fear-filled yelp from you as he egged you on, yet he seemed to have taken your nervous silence as hesitation.
The pair shared a look, one you couldn't fully decipher in your state.
Suddenly, Youngjae wrapped his arms around your soft waist.
Tightly snaking around your gentle curves, lifting you with ease.
A soft gasp left you as his strength surprised you more so than his domineering persona.
He placed you on top of his friend, holding you up as Mark freed himself. His hardened length sprang free the moment he yanked down his jeans- his cock was just as pretty as he was, smooth and all a singular shade of a blushed pink with mouth-watering veins wrapping around his lengthy shaft with a pretty reddened tip.
"God-" I croaked out as I drank him in while Youngjae handed Mark control over my body.
The angelic man practically purred as he helped you place yourself on top of him- lining your entrance up with him.
Grasping your hips, he swiped his tongue across his lips, groaning as he watched his length disappear into your swollen cunt. Your clingy walls gripped him so tightly that --he mentally swore to himself.
"Jesus fuck, y/n-" He growled as he buried himself to the base, helping you grind your hips against his pelvis- your moans mixing with his and the sounds of wetness sloshing between your connected bodies. "You've been fucked how many times tonight? And your pussy is still so fucking tight-" His words came out in a needy haste as he leaned you onto his chest, holding your trembling form so tightly as he pumped in and out of your heat- slowly and tentatively just to make sure you felt every inch of him. "And so fucking wet- I can feel you dripping down my cock."
Youngjae let out a satisfied sigh as he watched from behind. The sound of his belt coming undone- then his jeans filled the room along with the sounds of the two of you.
"God Hyung.." He groaned, stroking himself as he hardened in his palm. "You should see just how fucking good her pussy looks hugging your cock." He grins nearly ear to ear as he closed the distance.
The couch dipped behind you as he knelt down on it with one knee. Using his free hand, he scooped up your leaking juices with two digits.
Clicking his tongue as he brought them up to his mouth, his lips enveloping the sopping fingers.
"Mhmm-" He rumbled at the sweetness of you mixed with his friends. He loved it. All of it. Watching such a pretty little thing get so ruined like this. He wanted to ruin you even more. He pressed his spit slicked digits to your tight ass hole. Chuckling as he watched you squirm.
"Should I put my cock here?" He teased, relishing in the way your tight muscle took in his fingers. Pumping them in and out slowly he continued stroking his length, reveling in the way your beautifully pathetic whines were muffled by the way his friends hand wrapped your head- keeping you in such a vulnerable position while simultaneously shutting you up.
"Or..." He drawled, pulling his fingers out of your ass despite your needy muscles holding him tight. Trailing his fingers over your perineum back to your filled cunt, "Here?"
You shook your head at first, your mind and body already reeling with Mark's steady pace inside. Drawing in then out over and over in this way that already felt like too much.
Two of them.
At the same time??
You wouldn't survive that whatsoever.
That would send you over and edge that you weren't sure you'd ever make it back from.
He leaned forward, dipping down, trailing fiery kisses up your spine sending a new wave of goosebumps all over.
His lips reached your ear as Mark grunted beneath you, whispering how good you felt while his friend's words had you swirled with every emotion all over again.
"Cute-" Youngjae breathlessly hummed, a dark rasped laugh vibrating against your temple as he place a rough kiss to it. "How you think you have a choice."
Your eyes instantly lulled back, his words were all too much even as Mark's movements stilled.
"I'll- I'll use that in my next fanfiction about you-" Your mouth uttered despite how brain dead you felt.
The pair chuckled at your boldness, "Write about this too." Youngjae growled as Mark pulled out of you just enough to let him in.
A hiss left his gritted teeth as the pair slide back into your heat together. Their lengths melded together as your tightness bound them as they inched passed each ring of resisting muscle.
The feel of them both, the burn, the stretch left you voiceless as your body instantly went limp between them.
Adoring and accepting every bit of them with sharp, whined gasps and struggled breaths.
"Oh- God- Fuck-" You whimpered, your words broken and still being muffled by Mark's tightened hold on your face. His fingers bruisingly pressing into your cheeks as both men let out strangled breathes, panting like feral animals at the feel of both being buried to the hilt.
"That's it-" Mark cooed, using his free hand to pet your sweat-dampened hair. "That's our girl."
The soft praise sent a wave of euphoria throughout your entire form.
Your warm breathes being caught in his hand.
"Mhmm fuck baby-" Youngjae mewled, his hands massaging and groping your softness almost as if he were committing every curve to memory.
"You're doing so well-" He purred as Mark dragged his nails up and down your trembling side. "-Just breath baby, let us in." They began a steady pace after allowing you a minute to adjust to the intense stretch. Every thrust earning the neediest sounds from all three of you. His gaze moved from watching the way the older man's face contorted with bliss as he held you firmly in place, but the way your eyes rolled back into your skull all over again as your body fully relaxed between them told him you were loving this just as much as they were.
"Look at you-" He hummed, giving your ass a firm SMACK! as the room filled with obscene sounds. "Such a willing little fuck toy."
Mark's pace inside you quickened just as the younger man's did.
Panting as his parted lips rested against your forehead, "We should fucking- take you back with us-" He grumbled through gritted teeth, "We should take you back and make your our personal little pet. Our special little pet with such a pretty hole to fuck whenever we want." He added, released your mouth only to hear your moans become louder and louder as they picked up the pace.
"Fill you with our cum~ Every. Fucking. Day." He grunted, slapping your cheek, "We'd take such good fucking care of you."
"Would you like that, slut?" Youngjae growled from behind, his hips snapping- both men pounding into you.
"Would you like being taken away and used by your favorite idols whenever we want?" He smacked your ass again earning a pained cry from you, rubbing the reddening area as if to try and soothe the sting. "We'll treat you like a princess, y/n."
Your head buzzed as their assault had you seeing stars.
Your body warmed as another orgasm was barreling towards you whether you wanted to cum again or not.
"Y-Yes- please-" You whimpered, your voice somehow even more desperate sound then as their movements became harsh- each thrust harder than the last.
Suddenly, just as you were about to fall over the edge, their movements came to a standstill.
Youngjae pulled out of your well used cunt, allowing Mark to turn you onto your back, laying you back down on top of him- his cock still planted inside you.
Licking his lips, your dazed eyes met Youngjae's predatory glare- his own glazed over with need. "There ya go-" He mumbled, pressing his manhood back inside you, sighing at your warmth enveloping him. "I want to see that pretty face when I cum inside you."
Their pace started all over again, Mark's hand returned to your mouth, muffling your sounds as his freehand held one of your thighs apart giving him and the other man better access.
You became an absolute mess as you felt every bit of them.
Every inch, every ridge every vein.
Taking them both like this left you feeling so much more than you thought possible.
"Ah~ Hngh~~" You moaned against Mark's palm. Saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth, leaking down your chin as your high raced towards you. Your body trembled, your walls tried clamping down on their members as ecstasy washed over you, yet it was futile with how stretched you were around them.
"Fuck, kitten-" Mark growled beside your ear, his pace quickening with his friends. Both trying to keep up the same speed inside you, both desperate for their own highs.
"I felt that- felt your sweet little cunt cum all over us."
You fervently nodded, taking shaken breathes as their pace refused to let you ride out your orgasm in peace.
"Shit-" Youngjae cursed, a snarl plastering his sweet features as the became unforgiving. "-I'm about to cum. What about you, Hyung?"
Mark nodded against you, planting frantic little kisses along the side of your face, a silent praise to just how good your body made them feel.
"Gonna cum- so fucking much-" He mewled, the pair drilling into you with erratic thrusts. Their grunting and rasped growls music to your ears.
"Look at me." Youngjae demanded down to you, his hand grasping at your legs so tightly as their hips began to sputter.
"Eyes on me when we cum so fucking-" He punctuated his words with a violent thrust eliciting a throat shredding gasp from me. "-deep in your pretty pussy, y/n."
Your gaze floated upward, refocusing from the obscene sight that was your bodies connecting to his angelic face.
His eyes locked with yours as the pair drove themselves as deep as they could possibly manage, lewd whines leaving them as they filled you to the absolute brim with ropes of their release.
Coating every bit and ridge inside you just as your essence dripped from from.
Mark's head rested back against the cushion as Youngjae caged the both of you between his arms, steadying himself not to just collapse on top of the two you.
"Holy fuck-" They said in sync, the pair laughing as if they didn't just destroy your pussy.
Your head laid back against Mark's shoulder, lulling to the side, as he moved his hand from your mouth grazing your jaw before wrapping possessively around your throat.
"Good fucking girl, y/n." Mark muttered against your ear lobe, nipping it slightly as he kissed the side of your face again.
Youngjae smirked, raising a hand to gently massage your breast, cupping the globe in his hand as his fingers rolled over your hardened bud, "Such a good fucking slut-" He gave your breast a soft slap as he leaned down, planting a soft peck to the inner side of your knee then again against your calf.
"You take dick so fucking pretty."
Somehow, in some twisted way, their praise after so thoroughly defiling you felt so good.
It did nothing but make you want to do more to earn more and more from them.
Slowly, they pulled out, the three of you hissing as the cool air brushed against your well used cunt.
Gently Mark laid you down onto the couch, leaning down as he tucked his softening cock back into his jeans, finally kissing your lips so sweetly before pulling away to allow Youngjae the same privilege.
His hand brushed through your hair, comforting you as you laid there so spent.
Your body so exhausted as tears suddenly filled your eyes, trickling down your flushed cheeks.
"Jaebum-Hyung is going to take care of you for us tonight okay, princess?" He cooed, pressing his lips to yours once again. "He's going to get you all cleaned up, okay?" His hand came up to your face, cradling it so delicately before Jayb shooed him away.
His lips replaced theirs as his thumb brushed the falling tears from your cheek, "Shh, shh," He purred, though his voice and touch were so gentle- so welcomed, an edge of something else laced it. "Let's get you back to my room okay?"
“Soft, needy pants escaped your plush lips as you laid there with your face pressed into the dampened black velvet while Jackson’s sinful tongue lapped up the remnants of the mess him and his Hyung had made inside you.”
Kink(s); Sir!Kink, mild sexual sadism, double penetration, anal sex, degradation, etc.
Previously;
Yugyeom carefully adjusted your legs, rubbing your calves as he looked up at his Hyungs with nothing but a pleased grin sprawled across his face.
“So who’s next?”
By the grace of god, your mom somehow was able to gift you tickets for Got7′s upcoming fanmeet.
The instant she handed them to, flashing you a proud smile, “Happy birthday, sweetie.” She lovingly cooed as you nearly broke down. Words couldn’t just simply express how happy you were.
You remember just being utterly astonished about how good the seat she was able to get was; second row from the stage.
“Mom are you serious?” You breathlessly replied, choking up as you staring down at the ticket. “I can’t take it, this must’ve costed a fortune.”
Your mom just stared at you, her huge grin staying on her face as she cherished the look on your face.
“Baby, please don’t worry about the price-” She calmly began, pulling you into one of her warm embraces; rubbing up and down your back as you threw your arms around her, “-I know you haven’t really ever gotten gifts on your birthday, so I just really wanted to get you something I knew you’d remember for the rest of your life.”
Tears trickled down your cheeks, puddling on her shoulder as you shook your head in disbelief, “Thank you so much, I love you mom-” You shakily replied, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Idk how long I’ve been following you for but I echo the monster woo anon. I thought I was the only one outside of the Instagram realm who knows about him 😳 AND you write about him?? Fantastic gimme 14 of ‘em
I've been following you since at least 2019 and I'm JUST NOW finding out you write for Monster Woo?!?! What rock have I been living under?!?! I thought I was the only one who even knew who he was?!?!? I'm gonna need ALL the Monster Woo you can muster, 100 Billion please's and thank you's in advance. (Seriously, this made me so happy, I actually squealed out loud!!)
RAH I GOT YOU SOON BB AND YOU KNOW WHATS EVEN BETTER (KINDA)
hi idk how requests work so sorry if this is the wrong way ,but i was wondering if u could write more monster woo fics ,iv found urs and theyre the best iv read sooo far ,ur such a good author ,(fluff or smut whatever ur comfortable with) thnxx and love ur blog
Ily thank you sm 🫶🏻💪
I might write one soon- I got a thing for priests and he’s just the perfect guy for that 😮💨
A/N- Moodboard made by yours truly <3,
I know it's been a WHILE since I posted something here, but I am writing my book, so that's taken a lot of my creative juices up- but due to spooky season coming and a lewd lil dream of Jungkook breaking into my house- dawned in a mask and all. I just wanted to share~~~ xxx
Jungkook
Thoughts of her consumed me.
The way she walked around with little cares in the world.
The way her eyes glinted in the sun, almost as if the rays were swirling all the colors that painted her iris'.
The way her hair fell so perfectly no matter if she had a bad hair day or not.
Her scent.
Oh fuck did I love the way she smelt.
Her soft skin.
I practically shivered in my bed as I thought of her touch.
I was obsessed.
Obsessed couldn't even properly describe it either.
It was almost pathetic how badly I craved her with what felt like every fucking cell in my body.
A sigh, a frustrated ass sigh left me as I ran my fingers through my shaggy ass hair.
Damn.. I need a hair cut.
My eyes read and reread her last text of the night.
Y/N; Maybe you should break into my house and teach me a lesson~~~ night night bb <3
I gulped as my mind raced.
Oh, my sweet little Y/N, now why would you give me- a man obsessed with you a pretty little idea like this?
Don't you know how dangerous that is?
I thought to myself, somewhat questioning if I were even right in the head for considering it.
But fuck it.
At this point, I didn't care.
I didn't care if this was too much.
I didn't care if this was bordering psychotic.
I needed her. And after her little show in front of me earlier today, my mind flashed to the memory of her getting a little too friendly with Yoongi, purposely touching his arm or his chest when she laughed a little too hard at his jokes just as she'd flash me this knowing grin.
Yeah..
She knew what she was doing, and she was only doing it to get a rise out of me.
Well...
She won.
I mentally surrendered as I made my way around my room, changing from my plain white tee and jeans from today to an all-black version.
A devilish smirk painted across my face as I clipped my favorite pocket knife to my waistband just before lacing up my black Docs that would be more than perfect for the occasion.
But just as I was about to leave, already out of my room and heading straight for the front door.
A flash of white caught my eye, I turned to be greeted by the mask I was planning on wearing for Y/N and I's Halloween costumes. She was going as Sydney and I was going to be Billy.
Then it hit me, the distorted ghost face mask that came tattered and dirtied appearing would be the perfect accessory to this little breaking and entering fantasy.
Grabbing it quickly, I held it but the black stretchy fabric before jumping into my car.
It was cold tonight, one of the first cooler nights of the fall season. And as I drove I couldn't help but notice just how dark it was already.
What a perfect night to commit something like this.
I approached her house, still a block away.
Would I scare her too much?
She doesn't know I'm actually coming after all..
As I thought about the possibility of her fear, true fear, I could almost feel all the blood rushing to my cock as it instantly stiffened in my pants. Pressing almost painfully against the zipper as if even it were excited for tonight's game to unfold.
I stayed parked down the block making sure to grab the mask as I decided to walk the rest of the short journey, not wanting the sound of my tires snapping the dried leaves and fallen twigs to possibly wake her.
I had all the time in the world to turn around, to get back in my car, and go home. Maybe punish her tomorrow at a reasonable hour for her bratty behavior, like a normal person would, but I just didn't want to.
But as I approached her front door, pacing slowly back and forth on her small porch, the darkness of the lack of street lights completely concealing my presence, I felt so-- excited... Completely and utterly excited.
I twisted the knob, hoping she forgot to lock her front door again.
She did that constantly, it was definitely one of her worst habits.
I always warned her not to do that. That someone could break in and hurt her.
Now look.
Someone was breaking in.
But wasn't she lucky it was me.
I opened the door just enough to slink in. Carefully shutting it behind me just before pulling on the mask.
Her house was quiet, all until her sweet little cat came running up to see who or what had just interrupted its sleep.
Nyx was a needy little long-haired black cat, her soft meows filled the silence as I made my way closer and closer to her bedroom.
"Shh.."
I hushed the small cat, picked her up, taking her to the room Y/N completely set up for her- bed, food and water bowls, pet-sized furniture, litter box, and all the toys she could need to keep herself busy.
"Not now, sweet girl, Daddy and Mommy need some alone time right now." I hummed, my words almost playful to our little fur baby just before I shut the door.
Making my way back down the hall, I stalked to her room, weary that Nyx's needy meows might've stirred her awake but it seemed luck was on my side as I peaked through the doorway, seeing her perfect body cuddled underneath her covers.
Her hair draped across her pillow almost ethereally as the soft blue light of her LEDs illuminated it.
I could see her chest slowly rising and falling with each sleeping breath.
I prowled inside.
Like a predator sneaking up on its prey right before going in for the kill.
God was she pretty.
Her soft body stirred as my approach seemed to earn a reaction from her. It was as if her soul knew I was there before her physical body did.
I stalked over, standing at the edge of her bed, my hand raised just ghosting over the curve of her side before she turned to her back. My hand stayed ghosting over the globes of her breasts, the pads of my fingertips finally made contact dragging down the valley of her breasts stopping at her sternum.
"Such a pretty little thing.." I hummed, just loud enough to start rousing her from her deep sleep. "But you're a little fucking dumb aren't you?"
Her pretty eyes slowly fluttered as she took a deep breath in as my touch edged her awake, she didn't seem to register what was happening at first, mumbling something as her words caught in her throat. Her eyes fully opened now, gazing up at me.
Cute.
"Don't you know how dangerous it is, pretty girl?" I muttered, nearly growling my words, my free hand unclipped my knife from my waistband, flipping the blade out.
The blade glinted in the soft blue light. Her gaze fell to the shine before shooting back up at me, full-on fear glazed her eyes now instead of exhaustion, "Leaving your door unlocked like that? Any big bad scary man could just let himself in and do god knows what with you."
My heart felt as if it would burst right out of me at this point.
The shimmer of the sharp metal in his large hand made my breath hitch in my throat.
"Wh-Who..." I began, but my mousy words instantly trailed off as he brought the blade up, hooking my comforter on the tip. Dragging the blanket down and off my body.
Leaving me cold and exposed. My cotton pj shorts and the oversized draping tank top I wore did little to remedy that.
My chest rose and fell in quick succession as he gripped my face so suddenly, his movements so fast that I had hardly any time to react at all.
No fucking way this was happening right now.
I whined mentally, scolding myself for my forgetfulness.
JK is always, always warning me to make sure my doors front and back were always locked shut, but did I ever listen? Nope. Not one fucking bit apparently.
"P-Please.." I whimpered, gulping as his fingertips pressed so harshly into my face. Panicking slightly before trying my hardest to stay level headed to best of my ability.
Bite him.
If he brings his fucking hand any closer to my mouth bite him.
I told myself, but still that worry plagued me like no other.
Ghostface, a nickname I coined for him on the spot due to the mask he dawned, tilted his head to the right then slowly again to the left.
"Please, what, little mouse?" He purred, sounding proud of himself almost. Proud of the fear that he shot through me.
"J-Just go.." I stammered out, my tone shaken to the core. "I promise I won't call the cops."
Before I could continue my pleading, his thumb began brushing across my lower lip a low growl emanated from him.
A primal hungry seemed to just radiate off him now.
Was this why he broke into my house?
To satisfy himself?
Maybe kill me after?
Fuck that. I refused to sit idly and allow this stranger to violate me and leave me for dead once he was done and bored.
His thumb stroked my lip again and just as he reached the middle I moved my head in his hands the best I could, taking the opportunity to bite down on him.
"Ahhh!" He animalistically snarled, yanking back so harshly I thought he'd pulled some teeth with it. "Fucking bitch. Fucking little bitch." He snapped, his aura went from scary to threatening.
He wiggled his hand in the air beside him, and that's when I caught a glimpse of it.
His tattoos.
I knew those tattoos.
And suddenly my fear settled, and an excitement rushed through me. Jk.. Why didn't he warn me?
But then I thought to my little daring text after my day of taunting and teasing.
I didn't think he'd actually do it. And that sound, the sound that just came from him was unlike anything I'd ever heard from him before.
He never even raised his voice at me let alone cuss at me.
For some reason, that fear returned, swirling in the very epicenter of my belly as I watched him, wide eyes while scooting back on the bed as he stalked back over to me.
His breathing was heavy.
He almost even seemed bigger now.
Build and height wise.
He was scary.
"D-Don't touch me again-" I stuttered, my voice still shaken despite knowing who I was with now. For some reason that stomach-tightening feeling stayed, pairing with the fire igniting in my cunt so beautifully. "Touch me and I'll fucking bite it off next time."
He laughed, he fucking laughed as if I just told him the funniest joke in the world.
He sauntered over to me, and within a blink of an eye he was on me again, one hand tightly gripping me face so hard in fact I knew there would be delicious finger-shaped bruises there in the morning, while the other wound tightly in my hair, holding me still.
"Watch you're fucking mouth, bitch." He growled, the degrading word only fanned the heat inside me.
I wasn't sure if he knew I knew who he was already, but I could clearly see how much he was enjoying himself as my gaze caught the quickest glance at his crotch. His length hard as a fucking rock as it pressed against the denim, begging for freedom.
"That's not a very fucking nice thing to say now is it?" He continued, shaking my head almost as if he wanted to punctuate his sentence with some form of harshness. "You'd think you'd be fucking smart and be nicer to someone who just fucking broke into your house and could do whatever they fucking wanted with you."
A shiver ran down my spine as he spoke so harshly, taking this role of big scary psycho to another level.
Holy fuck.
I should've stopped there.
I should've stopped it all and revealed that I knew it was him behind that dirtied ghostly mask, but I didn't.
It was too exciting to ruin it with an identity reveal. And in a way him taking the role so seriously, willing to manhandle me and speak so carelessly to me was so fucking hot.
Because maybe I wanted him to be rougher, maybe I wanted him to hurt me a little. To teach me a lesson about my behavior from earlier in the day, or a refresher on my manners and how good girls don't bite.
I nearly shivered at the thought and no doubt he could tell. He could see the fire in my eyes despite the now feigned anxiety.
"Get- Get the fuck off me!" I shouted, a pathetic little raise of the voice.
Jungkook clicked his tongue.
Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.
"Such naughty fucking words from a pretty little mouth." He growled, chuckling slightly as he spoke, and if I knew my boyfriend as well as I knew I did, I could see him now licking those plush perfectly pink lips. "Maybe I should teach you some fucking manners." He added, tauntingly wiggling my head from side to side. Chuckling again.
God was he having fun.
But so was I.
"Teach you how to be a good little girl for me, hm?" He hummed, "Maybe fucking this pretty little mouth will help teach you to stop talking like a filthy bitch."
If I wasn't trying my hardest to continue playing my role my eyes would've rolled to the back of my head in pure euphoria.
Every cell in my body was alit and swelling with need.
I could practically smell my own arousal and I knew he could too.
Yes, yes please fuck my mouth Daddy.
I wanted to mewl out, but I couldn't not yet anyway.
"N-No-- I'm.." I whimpered, wriggling in his grip as he used my hair like a leash, yanking me down off my bed.
My body hit the floor in front of him and within the second he had me propped up on my knees, that hold still harsh and tight in my hair as he released his grip on my face.
Okay, waterworks- and go.
Tears instantly filled my waterline, beading my lashes as I peered up at him from below.
His free hand worked the button and zipper of his jeans, yanking them down just enough to allow his angry swollen cock to spring free, almost slapping my lips with how close he kept me to him.
Without noticing, until the back of the blade was caressing my cheek, he grabbed the knife again as I pursed my lips together.
Tapping my face with the cold flat side of the blade. Silently warning me to open my mouth for him.
Those crocodile tears of mine streamed down my cheeks, as I "reluctantly" opened my mouth to scream some kind of insult at him to further instigate the situation, only for him to shove his manhood inside quieting me.
The gurgled silence was filled with Jungkook's lowly groans as he hung his head back for just a moment before he turned that masked gaze back to me.
"Fuck, y/n.." He purred, pulling his length out, only leaving the tip inside my lips before slamming it completely back into my throat. His hips thrust, slowly at first, as if he were easing me into it as he relished in the soft chokes and gags that left me.
His hold seemed even tighter in my hair as he tilted my head up, "You look so pretty like this, babygirl. Quiet. Tears running down your pretty little face with my cock in your throat.." He groaned out, his words instantly earning a needy moan from me as I attempted to hollow my cheeks around his shaft as he began a steadier rhythm.
The heat winding in my belly was uncomfortable and unmistakable.
I was so painfully turned on by this.
It was such a primal need that had an iron grip inside me, that I thought I'd cry just from the pressure building in me. From the need to be filled so completely that if he pulled out of me I'd beg for it again and again.
I'd be as bitchy as I needed to be if I got this side of my sweet JK again.
The blade ran across my skin, feather-light, the sharp side this time instead of just the dull back.
The soft sting it left on my face as it almost threatened to cut me was surreal, scary yes, but I found myself nearly soaking throat my shorts.
"Mhmm fuck, y/n.." He groaned, his hips thrusting faster, harder- shoving his length down my throat until the tip of my nose light grazed against the trimmed tuffs of hair at his pelvis. "Maybe this." He said, slamming into my face, "Will teach you why you shouldn't be so fucking mouthy."
I nodded the best I could as that hand in my hair still held me tightly, pretending as if I learned my lesson letting more and more tears run down my face.
Finally, he pulled out, his length seeming even harder now as he dragged my up by the hair, nearly throwing me onto the bed.
Bending me over in such a frantic, hurried manner.
"Maybe if I fuck this little cunt." He growled, using the knife to slice my shorts off my body, letting the shredded fabric puddle at my ankles, "Nice and hard you wont fucking be such a little whore and flirt with my friends," He added, his words only confirming what I already knew.
Shoving my leg up with his knee he turned the blade in his hand, holding the sharp metal as he ran the hilt up and down my sopping slit.
Soft, panting moans left my parting lips as the hefty metal dragged along my pussy. Hitting my clit just fucking right before trailing to my aching entrance.
My eyes widened as I realized what he was doing, he slowly pressed the end of the hilt against my hole.
Lightly edging it in and out, in and out.
Groaning with me as he watched just how my pussy shined the metal with my slick.
He eased it in, half way now, my shaken whines filled the room as the cool metal entered me.
"H-Holy fuck.." I whimpered, arching my back nice and deep for him to get a better angle at my heat.
"Not uh, little bitch." Jungkook cooed, even the degrading petname seemed to give me those fucked up butterflies now. Sliding the handle out of me, he yanked my head back by my hair, his masked face was right beside my ear now as he grumbled a warning, "Talk like that again and I'll leave you here like this, empty and needy, understand slut?"
Instantly, I found myself panting and whimpering as my hips swiveled, my primal need for some sort of friction overpowered any need to fight him.
"I-I'll be good-" I cried out, desperation filling every word that poured from my mouth. My face felt so hot, my body was hot, every part of my felt as if I were on fire and only the cool metal of the knife or his cock could put it out. "Please, Ju-Jungkook- Please, I'll be good."
He yanked my hair again, "No- Don't call me that right now, princess." He growled back within a second. "It's Sir, yes Sir, no Sir. I understand Sir. No fucking in between. Got it?"
The hilt grazed the back of the lifted thigh, teasing the sensitive inner area, "Y-Yes Sir." I panted, hoping he'd fill me again. "Please.. Please.. I need it so bad, Sir."
Without warning, he shoved the entirety of the handle in my soaked pussy.
My needy walls welcomed the slight stretch as he pumped it in and out so fucking perfectly.
God he knew my body like the back of his fucking hand..
Shaken whines and loud moans left me as my body already felt so close to its end.
With all the roughness, the manhandling and harsh words. I was left with a dizzying feeling of needing my release so much faster than normal.
But of course, he knew that too.
"No," He grumbled, and I could hear him shaking his head behind me. His grip in my hair finally left, releasing the strands and leaving my scalp aching from the built up pressure. "No cumming yet." He hummed, chuckling as he watch me bury my face into the sheets as my hands gripped the fabric for dear life. His chuckle showing just how satisfied with himself he was at elongating my torture.
Somehow this was much crueler than if he had just been a stranger that broke in and killed me.
"You can only cum once you tell me you've learned your lesson, little mouse."
A pathetic groan left my lips.
As if I were this petulant child, throwing a fit for not getting what she wanted. And I was about to. Tears and all, if I couldn't cum soon.
"J-" I mustered out, only to be met with a harsh slap to my face from behind. A warning hit to correct myself.
"S-Sir, please, I fucking beg-" Another hit to my already sensitive skin shook me to my core, dragging those tears out once more as it stung so badly.
"What did I say, bitch?!" He shouted, snarling his question as his hand wrapped around the back of my neck. "Didn't I just say to fucking watch your mouth?"
"I'm sorry- I'm so sorry." I whimpered as he roughly shoved my face into the mattress, nearly smothering me with his force. "I won't do it again, I'll be a good girl."
He kept me like that, holding me into the bed so harshly that I couldn't move for the life of me, even if I did want to get away.
I didn't stand a chance against him.
Not while this side of him was present.
He silently positioned himself behind me, dragging the blade down my spine as he prodded my lifted leg with the tip, making sure I kept it nice and high for him.
"We'll fucking see about that." He cursed, teasing my slit with his swollen tip, dragging it so deliciously up and down, up and down before reaching my aching core. His tip circled my cunt, egging me on as I wriggled my hips against his member.
Silently crying as that need possessed me.
"Only cum when I say. Understand?"
I nodded against the bed, a sharp yelp escaped my throat as he shoved inside me with one fell thrust.
Instantly bottoming out inside me as soon as he got past the tightening muscles that clench around his girth.
"Oof fuck. God, you're fucking pussy's always so damn tight." He groaned through gritted teeth.
Suddenly, I could hear slight rustling behind me then there it was beside me, that damn mask.
He said fuck it to the mask as I heard him trying his hardest to keep his breath steady while he stilled his hips, allowing both of us to adapt to each other's bodies.
JK's hand released its hold on my neck, running down my back along side of the knife as he took the first thrust into me.
It was slow as he pulled out, I could feel and hear him spit onto his cock- rubbing in the bodily fluid with my folds before once again harshly pushing inside me again.
The fat of my ass bouncing off his pelvis as he pushed forward again, earning each and every needy moan that fell from my parted lips.
His fingernails dragged across my skin, making me shiver with anticipation for the blade to do the same.
The tip of the sharp metal just barely ghosted over my alert skin, making my body break out in goosebumps and the hair all over feel as if it stood straight up.
"Oh my god-" I cried out as his thrust deepened, quickened. His groaning mixed with my whining moans in a symphony of erotic sounds coupled by the sound of slapping skin as skin connected with each thrust.
His fingertips tapped my skin just as the tip of knife did, a smart chuckle left him, "Princess, Sir is just fine." He teased, giving me more of his rough thrusts making me almost let out throat-tearing moans.
I was so full.
So full of him.
So full in fact that I knew once this was over, my poor pussy would feel so empty without his cock buried deep in it.
God was he ruining me.
Altering my body, even my fucking brain chemistry as my pussy squelched as the juices collected on his cock and he pounded into me. More and more at his mind-numbing pace.
"God this pussy-" He groaned, quickening more than I thought possible. His voice grumbled, drunk sounded as his mind seemed to be turning to complete mush just like mine. "This pussy is-" He added, his words trailing off each time he tried to speak.
The knife lifted off my back, clanging on the floor as he tossed it God knows where.
With both hands free now, he wrapped them so perfectly on my soft hips, gripping and digging bruisingly into my flesh as he used my body as leverage to fuck me in a carnal way.
I swear each time I closed my eyes I could see stars as my breathing became so fast, so shallow it was almost as if I were hyperventilating.
And honestly, if I passed out now, I wouldn't mind if he kept using me until he was was satisfied,
I was so fucking cock drunk that I wouldn't even care at this point if I got to cum, I just wanted his warm cum deep inside my womb. I wanted it so badly to paint my gummy, clingy walls.
"Ah- Oh, Oh, Oh God!~" I stuttered out my cry, my voice muffled by the sheets as I barely could lift myself off the bed now.
God I was so fucking close.
"I- I wanna-"
"You. Wanna." He thrusted hard at each word, using his strength to slam me back onto his length, matching his rhythm.
Impaling me on him so good.
"Cum? Hm, slut?" He purred, his voice drawled out almost as bad as mine.
I drunkenly nodded, whining and whimpering as a pool of drool collected at the corner of my mouth.
"Cu-Cum pl-please." I whimpered, shaking as my body was about to cum.
He growled, going somehow even faster than he just was, pushing those throat shredding screams out of my body that he seemed to adore so much. "Have you fucking learned your lesson, y/n?" He asked through gritted teeth.
Again, I whimpered, nodding so frantically, so hurriedly as my body tingled the closer it got to that ecstasy-filled abyss.
"Y- Yes, Sir. God- " I murmured, just barely above a whisper now. "Yes- Yes I- I learned my lesson!"
A satisfied grunt left him as his hips sputtered, his cock becoming more engorged inside my clingy walls. Tell-tale signs that he was nearing his own end.
"You." He said, pulling his cock out of my cunt, "Fucking." Thrusting his full length in again, "Better," And out again, "Have." Then in again.
"Cum with me, y/n." He demanded, his hands moved up my back, traveling around to my breasts, yanking my top down just enough for them to bounce out.
Cupping each breast, he pulled me up off the mattress- using his strength to hold me there as he pumped me.
Within seconds, those beautiful stars came back to my vision, as saliva slicked my lips and my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head.
My walls clenched around him, tightening around his shaft, milking him as my release hit me harder than he had.
"Fuck!" He grunted, groaning so prettily as his cock welcomed my milking.
His swollen member sputtered inside me, twitching as he filled me to the brim with his warm cum.
Painting my walls just like I hoped he would.
We both collapsed.
Me on the bed, and him on me.
Our combined pants replace the skin sounds and moans.
Then, of course, his plush lips planted the softest sweetest kissed along the nap of my neck down my shoulder blade.
Each sweet peck almost begging for forgiveness when he had nothing to be forgiven for.
"Did I scare you, y/n?" He hummed so breathlessly, his warm breath brushing past my ear, sending those electric chills down my back once again.
"I hope you've learned some very important lessons today, princess."
"Unless you want a repeat of tonight- I suggest you behave and lock your doors."
the dismissing or refusing of a proposal, idea, etc.
the spurning of a person's affections:
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Winter’s POV
The moon’s gentle rays radiated over the forest that surrounded my pack’s land.
The trees lightly swayed as the warm summer air breezed by.
What perfect weather for the night’s festivities.
My head raced as tonight would be the night Lucas introduced me as the pack's future Luna, and most importantly his mate.
As one of the few omegas in the pack, being loved and wanted so badly by the pack’s future leader meant everything to me.
For as long as I could remember, Lucas and I were inseparable. Nearly joined at the hip since childhood. And now, as his girlfriend of several years, I longed for our life together, to beautifully raise little pups and lead our pack- that was the life we planned.
Now, tonight was the night that would confirm it all.
Annually, our pack, Dark Hollow, held a festival to celebrate us newly 20-somethings, the new powers that bestowed us, and the Moon Goddess’ blessed mate connections.
Once our fated mates were revealed to us, there would be gathers of families to witness them solidify their bond- the pair would allow their canines to show through just enough to bite into the small of their neck.
Then after the show of love, the party would begin; drinking, laughing, eating tons of food, and lots of dancing.
It was all incredibly exciting. But admittedly the most exciting event for me is when our pack's future Alpha, my Lucas, would come out - with me in hand - and we’d lock in our connection; having our pack members bear witness to the she-wolf they’d call their Luna.
As I lay in bed still just staring out of the large window that practically replaced my bedroom walls, the scent of the wolf I always knew to be my fated mate, Lucas, our pack's future Alpha still filled the air.
He had just spent the night with me, and yet the soft yet refreshing pine-outdoorsy scent that coated him and anything he’d have contact with had me feeling like I just couldn’t get enough. I pulled in the pillow he always used on nights he slept over on top of me; enveloping it in a tight hug, breathing him in - he was everything to me, my best friend, my lover.
hough I was excited for tonight, part of me couldn’t explain the knot of worry that sat in the pit of my stomach. Something just hadn’t felt completely right. I was scared? And I was never scared, especially when it came to pack-related things. But his earthy scent helped, even just slightly. He always could calm me down whether he was with me or not.
The soft chime of my ringtone brought me out of my thoughts, as I brought my phone up to my face, I couldn’t help but smile.
——————
Lucas<3;
Meet me at our spot. We need to talk before the festival starts.
——————
The text had my stomach feeling tight. In the best way possible, of course.
I tried to push my worries to the back of my mind and I remembered the stories that were always told to us about his parents; as if their love was written in the stars or some kind of fairytale.
It was always so dreamy hearing about how his dad proposed to his mom right before their generation’s mating festival and the second he saw the thread that connected the two of them he wasted no time in marking her; then later in the night naming her as Luna as soon as the opportunity had presented itself.
After Lucas’ and I’s connection seemed to only grow and strengthen throughout the years my leadership abilities seemed to skyrocket as it slowly started to be solidified by everyone around us that my role in the pack would be to be our future Luna.
To make things feel even more official; despite our Goddess not yet revealing that we were each other’s fated mates, our friendship slowly turned into love and our parents seemed to bless our union the second we announced just dating so part of me always wished he’d do the same and honor our relationship the way his dad had done.
Oh god? Will he?
Maybe that’s what’s making me feel so nervous…
I need to get ready then!
My heart now thumped wildly in my chest as I nearly leaped out of bed, the clock on my nightstand blinking with the time 7:45 PM plastered on it.
“Fuck.. The party starts at 8:30..” I muttered to myself, tousling my messy hair, standing there frustrated with my procrastination.
“Fuck, fuck..” I continued, rummaging through my closet as I tried to find the perfect dress.
I needed something that screamed I am Dark Hollow’s future Luna.
Then I found it, the perfect little black dress.
As I slipped it on, slinking my shapely form into it, pulling and tugging at the fabric just so it would hug my physique just right, I stood in front of the mirror.
I’m so glad I decided to take our training courses seriously.
A soft giggle left me, as I called for my mom.
“Mama!” I shouted, brushing off the dress once more as I sat- touching up my makeup, then moving on to my brunette locks.
I could hear her rushed footsteps drew closer as she ran up the stairs.
“Yeah, baby?” She softly hummed, as she pushed open my bedroom door- a smile was brightly sprawled across her face as she saw me all dolled up.
“Oh, my darling girl,” She continued, a playful pout replaced her smile as she rushed in. Her eyes went over every detail.
If I could trust anyone at all to give me the goddess’ honest truth, it's her.
After another quick brush through my hair, making sure every flyaway was tamed.
I stood from my vanity, smiling ear to ear, I meekly gestured over to her.
“How do I look?” I softly asked, a soft rosy blush flushed my cheeks as I looked up at my mother.
Despite being newly twenty, and completely confident in the looks my parents blessed me with, my mom’s opinion always meant the world to me.
“I think..” My mom began, tears pricking her waterline as she reached out both hands- taking mine into them before embracing me tightly. “I think I’m looking at the most beautiful Luna our pack has ever seen.” She giggled, quickly wiping one of her happy tears away, “Excuse my language but Alpha Lucas is one lucky mother fucker.”
“Mom-” I chuckled- shaking my head at her comment before running my fingers through my hair, as I broke our hug.
Making my way over to my closet one more time I quickly grabbed my favorite pair of black pumps. Slipping them on before I tapped the screen of my phone, 8:05 PM.
“Shit I have to go,” I muttered, buckling the last strap as I grabbed my bag, tossing my phone inside. “Lucas wanted to meet at our spot before the party.” I explained, rushing to my bedroom door, “Tell Dad and Chris that I love them and I’ll see them later!”
Before my mom could get a word in, I practically raced out of the front door.
If there was one superpower I had to say I was blessed with before tonight it would have to be my ability to become a track star in an instant, even in 5-inch heels.
Slowly, my running went from a sprint to a jog then a walk, as caught my breath- approaching our little rendezvous spot.
It was just a small clearing in the woods near our houses. We used to sneak out in the middle of the night as little preteens into our teenage years and spent nights laid up on blankets with an arsenal of snacks, just talking about nothing and everything all at once. It was where we had our first kiss, this spot truly was the beginning of our love story.
I couldn’t help but basically vibrate with giddiness, my mind already raced with the most amazing thoughts of our future together.
As the summer air breezed by me, the all-too-familiar scent of him filled my nostrils.
My love was already waiting for me.~
But just as my heart felt full, it slowly became heavy as another tangled with his.
Rose and honey…
The soft scent seemed to embrace my love’s, causing me to stand in place for just a moment.
“Rose-” I muttered, my mind going through a filing cabinet of all the she-wolves in our pack, drawing blanks at every name.
“Who is-” Before I could finish that thought, I continued the short distance to our spot.
My mind seemed to go foggy as I watched them.
I watched Lucas tightly embrace this other woman.
I watched as they broke their hug, their faces had a look of longing and pure need for one another painted across them as he held her face so gently in the palm of his hands before kissing her forehead- watching intently as she nodded, then walked away.
What the fuck?
I felt my heart crumble in my chest, and the feeling of intense anxiety and anger washed over my usual docile being.
I couldn’t see anything else but red.
This has to be some kind of fucking sick joke?!
“Lucas?!” I shouted, my soft chocolate-colored eyes flashed a deep crimson as I stomped over to the man who now faced me without a shred of remorse on his face.
This couldn’t be MY Lucas.
MY Lucas wouldn’t do this.
“Winter,” Lucas said, his tone was so dry as he stared blankly at me. “We need to talk.”
“Yeah? We apparently fucking do.” I replied, attempting to match my tone to his yet the rage that filled me dripped from every word. “What the fuck was that about? Who the fuck was that whore you were so cuddled up to?”
I had never seen her before, her image flashed in my head as all I could think about was ripping her apart for touching my love. She was so sweet and soft-looking, her soft blonde hair and rosy cheeks only added to her cherubic look.
“Whore!?’ Lucas nearly screamed, raising his hand slightly.
I could see how badly the man I loved seemed to want to hurt me for calling this woman for what she was.
“Don’t ever! And I mean it, don't ever speak about your future Luna like that again.” His eyes narrowed as he looked down at me. “I will exile you so fast you wouldn’t even realize it until it happened, Omega.”
“Luna? Omega?” I coughed out, scoffing in complete disbelief as my title being given away and my status being used as an insult only poured salt on my wound.
I looked around as if I were still waiting and hoping for this to all be just a really fucking bad joke. “You have to be kidding me? You’re fucking with my Lucas.”
Taking a deep breath, he turned around, facing his back towards me.
Just tell her. Just tell her.
I blinked hard, zeroing in my hearing as I swear I could hear his voice, despite him not having said another word.
Tell her the truth.
She’s not your mate. She must know it by now anyway.
His deadpan tone emanates in my head as I watch the man’s eyes fixate on the ground. I knew in my heart, I knew from all the years I knew this man that there was not an ounce of remorse in his veins- his saddened expression was purely due to his hatred of arguing; more specifically being in an argument he couldn’t win.
Ironic for an Alpha.
Well...
How ironic that my powers would come in now.
Mind reading. Great. Fan-fucking-tastic.
I closed my eyes tightly, shaking my head as my anger still plagued my mind.
“Just tell me, Lucas.” I hummed, my tone was matter-of-fact and dry, and any emotion that once littered my words was gone now. I knew that no matter how much crying, pleading, and begging, none of it mattered in the end because my fate was already decided for me. “We’re getting too old to beat around the bush like this.”
Lucas hung his head, the anger that he held for me in the moment dissipated as he turned back to face me.
“You always were the more confrontational out of the two of us.” He chuckled, earning an eye roll. “Look... Winter..”
My cheeks flushed as tears threatened to flood from my waterline.
I knew he was right.
After all the years we spent by each other’s side.
After all the preparations I put myself through to be the best Luna possible for our pack.
It was all gone now.
And I knew that.
In some sick twist of fate, our Goddess fated us for another.
Usually fated mates can quite literally see the thread that connected them, and despite all my wishes and hopes and dreams… our thread just never appeared… It should’ve by now.
“Just get it over with.” I plainly replied.
Shaking his head, Lucas shrugged, “I don’t know how or why this happened.” He began, “I was about to leave the pack house when my father had visitors from another pack here. It was some official bullshit, except this time the Alpha and Beta’s daughters came with them...” Brushing his fingers through his brunette hair, he turned his gaze away from you. “I had already gotten my powers in, and I knew what was next- so I wanted to meet here, but that’s when she walked in… Her name is Melody, she’s the Alpha’s daughter.. and- ”
“And you saw your thread,” I added, finishing his sentence with a huff before he could do it himself.
Tears slowly flowed from my eyes.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
The man nodded, sighing again as if to just fill the short silence.
“Look, I still love you too though, Winter.” He added, thinking his secondhand proclamation of love would mean anything at this point. “Alpha’s have consorts all the time… maybe we can just continue being us..”
Immediately, his disgusting suggestion earned a hardy laugh.
“You got to be fucking kidding me right Lucas?” I sneered, looking at the man I once would’ve given anything for with nothing but seething hate. “You want me to be your little side piece when I was supposed to be your wife? Your Luna?”
Biting his inner cheek, for once, the Alpha had nothing to say as my berating continued.
“Be so fucking for real right now?” I scoffed again, still chuckling at his words.
Taking a couple of deep breaths, I turned away- looking towards the forest on our right.
Goddess... I want to disappear into them right now.
‘I’m just saying. It isn’t a bad idea.” Lucas stepped forward, reaching out for my hand as he continued his attempt to convince me to be his whore. “We could still get together, ya know? Be us- just in a different way.”
“And you wouldn’t have to worry about the responsibilities of being Luna.”
Hanging my head back, I looked up to the sky, praying to Goddess to give me the strength not to rip this man to shreds for his disrespect.
I may no longer be his Luna, but I refused to listen to his insolence. I would not be my mother’s daughter if I did. Alpha or not.
“Lucas.” My tone is even drier than before. “Please, just shut up.”
Shaking my head, I continued my heavy breathing as my attempts to calm myself seemed to slowly fail me. “Just go. Go be with your new little Luna. Go find yourself another consort.” The word dripped with disgust as it left my lips.
I turned my head, my eyes locking with his.
His deep blue eyes caused all the memories we created together to flash through my mind as I let the fact that this would be the last time I personally interacted with him unless it was official business.
“I want absolutely nothing to do with you.”
I could see that anger wash over him once more.
Despite his gentle and fair nature, he always had an unruly side to him when he didn’t get his way.
Without another word or attempt at an argument. The Alpha knew he wouldn’t win this fight. Lucas shook his head, chewing on his inner cheek as he walked away.
She’ll come crawling back. I know she will.
I rolled my eyes at his thought, appalled that this was once the man I was so deeply in love with.
Funny how quickly a glimpse into someone’s true character, despite knowing them all your life, the one thing could unravel it all.
Before I knew it, he was out of sight, that familiar scent that used to feel like home was gone with him.
That ache in my chest, made me dry heave.
Leaning over, I held my knees, feeling the need to puke as the rage that boiled in me subsided.
The anger that protected me from the reality I now was living.
Straightening myself up, I steadied my labored breaths.
I turned, reaching into my bag- I pulled out my phone.
My heart sank as notifications from the family group chat shined brightly in my face. All the premature congratulations and I'm happy for you’s that littered my screen only deepened the wound.
Fuck..
Somehow I knew this would hurt them more than it has me.
My father was Lucas’ dad’s Beta. He’s been his right-hand man ever since the rogues nearly brutalized our pack just after the two of us were born.
They were attempting to claim our land for their own, along with some kidnapping scheme.
Or something along those lines.
Of course, their first thoughts were to take out the Alpha. Luckily for Alpha Ramos, my dad had already been on high alert- things just didn’t feel right and he was able to convince him to arm our borders, then that evening the rogues broke in somehow- killing a few of our guards before trying to get into the pack house.
Long story short, after a handful of lives were lost, their plans were thankfully foiled.
Ever since then Alpha Ramos accredited for stopping the brutalization before it could happen.
Once Lucas and I were born, it was almost as if it were too good to be true, and our families instantly hoped for a future where we led together.
It was too good to be true after all…
I stared down at my screen, completely dissociating as I racked my brain on how I should just tell them.
“I’ll just be straightforward,” I murmured, sniffling as I wiped the droplets of tears that continued to fall. “Yeah, if I try to sugarcoat it it’s just gonna make them even more upset..”
I stopped in my tracks, completely ignoring the sounds of leaves rustling and branches breaking.
Ignoring my gut instinct that told me something was off.
Ignoring everything as I began the dreaded text.
~ Fam ~;
Mom; Congrats in advance my darling girl!
Dad; You’re going to make a fine Luna for Dark Hollow!
Chris; Let's gooooo! Tell my bro I’ll see you two tonight so we can take celebratory shots!
Mom; Chris absolutely not.
Chris; Of course Ma- not shot shots hahaha shots of water lol xD
Just as my fingertips began to type, my instincts couldn’t allow me to ignore my surroundings any longer.
The creaking in the forest drew closer as unknown scents invaded my nose.
Musk and pine tar…
It was heavy, practically leaking from the air as it got closer and closer.
Rogues.
My eyes widened as my tears dissipated, anxieties knotted in my belly as I began sprinting back to my house- dropping my phone in the process.
What the fuck were rogues doing in our territory?
I was so close, yet so far- the loudness of the music in town seemed to drown out everything around me.
My nerves caused a ringing in my ears as I could feel their presence just meters away. They were in the trees, and though I was fast I knew they were faster. Possibly bigger.
I practically tip-toed into my yard, just needing to get past them a bit more- just enough to be able to yell loud enough for Dad.
Kane look at her...
A deep grumbled voice intruded my head as the scents stunk up the air around me. I could hear their mind connect. I could feel their eyes on me. Slowing me even more. I couldn’t decide what was the safest route to go, and their voices infiltrating my mind only distracted me even further.
Hmm I know, she’s breathtaking, isn’t she?
Another said, his tone raspier.
I was right in front of the stairs, all I had to do was make a quick lunge for the front door; or even yell at the top of my lungs, but before I could decide which would be more helpful, one was towering over me.
The tall man stood bravely on the lower step of my home’s porch.
He was intimidating to look at, his facial structure was strong and stern- paired with his muscular build, despite my abilities- being top 3 in our class would be nowhere near enough- I knew I was no match to handle this alone.
His voice was deep, rough almost as he drawled, “Looks like we got lucky on our first try, Blake…” His head tilted slightly as he glared at me. “Our sweet girl was just out… wandering around all alone.”
My eyes narrowed at the man, I could smell the other wolf with him but he wasn’t in sight.
“Get the fuck out-” Before I could finish my threat, the other’s hand roughly covered my mouth from behind, causing immediate panic.
How did he get behind me so fast?
I began to thrash- swinging and scratching, hoping that something would stick at this brute would let me go.
Lucky bastard..
The man in front of me grumbled in his head, intently watching my efforts to get free.
Blake let out a lowly chuckle as his other arm wrapped around me, grasping me tightly.
His lips and nose pressed against the back of my head, feeling chills down my spine as he inhaled deeply- taking in every ounce of my scent. An intense growl left him.
“Yeah, you aren’t gonna get away that easily, little one..” He murmured under his breath, his fingertips pressed into my cheeks and the side of my body so roughly I just knew there’d be evidence of them for days to follow.
“Kane, she smells so sweet..” He muttered, I could feel his warm breath brush against my ear. He looked over - peering over at his apparent brother- watching intently as he waltzed over to us.
“Just like I thought you would..”The man smirked, taking me in again.
Just like I thought!? Why would he say that?
Softly, he began petting my hair. “She’s exactly what I dreamt her to be like..”
Licking his lips, Kane lowered his form to meet me eye-to-eye his darkened gaze locking on me as I struggled against the other still despite knowing my tries were going to be futile.
“Hmm..” Kane’s prying eyes scanned my form, it felt intense- the pressure in my chest only grew as the knot in my stomach made me sick.
He looked over me as if he’d eat me right then and there.
His dagger-like stare practically burned through the thin fabric that made up my dress. It was violating.
“I don’t know how that prick could just throw you away like that, sweet girl..” He smirked, baring his canines slightly.
He seemed to enjoy whatever mind games he was playing. And unfortunately, he was winning.
Confusion warped my expression as I stared back at him.
How did he know about that? Were they watching me all night?
“Let’s go before our girl alerts anyone.” He replaced the other man’s hand in my hair, stroking the loose strands out of my face and behind my ear. His touch was even more gentle, sweet almost.
“We’re going to have so much fun..” Blake chuckled, his tone was dark- menacing.
“Wait- Can’t let the fam worry too much can we?” He said, causing me to thrash even harder as my mind instantly worried- despite not knowing if they were already at the festival or not- the thought of these maniacs breaking in and hurting them filled me with a kind of fear that I’ve never felt before.
“Calm down, puppy.” He sneered, the pet name leaving a gross taste in my mouth as it snaked off his tongue.
Letting his hold on my mouth go, he reached behind him. My mind wandered with horrific thoughts,
Was he going to stab me? Shoot me? Hurt me in some way?
It was as if he knew the fears that made my mind run wild because my weak shifting around caused him to chuckle, “Darling girl, no one’s gonna hurt you.” He murmured, pulling out a phone.
MY PHONE.
I lunged for it as he unlocked it from a distance with face recognition.
DAMN TECHNOLOGY.
Kane laughed in sync with the other psycho who held me close.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry.” He said, grazing his thumb along my jawline. His eyes pierced me like a stake, it felt as if he were just drinking me in the way a predator stares down its prey. Ecstatic at their catch. “We’re just gonna send the fam a little text, can’t have them looking for you too hard can we now?”
“Let me go!” I screamed, thrashing as Blake opened our family chat, and attempted to type but couldn’t due to my movements.
“Catch.” He playfully retorted towards the other man, tossing my phone his way.
Kane easily caught the device, “Hmm let’s see…” He said aloud, pondering on what to say.
It was violating having this brute hold me the way he was. Having the other touch me.
But somehow, it was, even more, invading watching as Kane’s crimson eyes scanned the phone screen- I could see his eyes reading the last texts my family bombarded me with, and it was… embarrassing.
I felt embarrassed as he read the congratulatory texts knowing they had already known about what had happened tonight before my family even did. I don’t know why I felt this way, maybe it was stupid but my pride was hurt and not even being kidnapped by two lunatics could erase that feeling.
“Let’s go with something plain and simple.” Kane continued, knocking me from my sulking thoughts as I kind of just slumped into the other man. “Lucas left me.” He said aloud as he typed his words. “I need time away to think. I’ll come home when I’m ready.” Nodding, he shot the two of us a toothy grin, obviously proud of his work. “And send.”
It broke my heart knowing they would be so afraid wondering where I had gone off to.
I knew once Lucas announced his engagement to Melody, and revealed her as Luna- my absence at the festival would be explained away, even more so once they saw the text.
But I knew my mother would still worry herself sick. My dad too, even if he were better at hiding it than her. They were always incredibly overprotective of Chris and me, and that didn’t go away even as we grew up.
“Once we’re home, maybe-” Blake leaned his head down, nuzzling into the nape of my neck as he spoke in a breathy tone.
Despite not knowing a thing about these two, I knew men. I could feel the neediness leaching off him as his body stayed tight to mine.
What would happen now?
“-Maybe we’ll explain everything to you.” He continued, planting a soft kiss on my ear lobe that sent chills down my spine. “I promise we’re not so bad.”
Kane motioned towards us, signaling their leave. “Come on, before someone ends up seeing us.” The two calmly began walking, Blake’s hold on me even tighter than before. “We don’t need a search party being sent after us.”
“Not like they’ll find you anyway..” Blake teasingly added as they swiftly made their way into the woods. “And even if they did… Not like we’d let anyone steal you away.”
Kane smirked towards me, nearly chuckling as he noticed the tears threaten my eyes once again.
With a teasing wink and a mocking tone, he said, “Oh, puppy, don’t cry.” Blake’s malicious laughter sent chills throughout your body as his brother continued his teasing as they took me passed my pack’s borders. “We’re good guys I promise.” Kane continued, licking his lips once again as I attempted to free myself one last time- hoping that their running would throw off their balance, even if it were just enough to loosen Blake’s grip.
“Not uh,” Blake grumbled, earning a pained whimper from me as he dug his nails into my side. His nails ripped into my dress.
The man relished the sound against his palm, “We’re almost there..” He hummed against the nape of my neck, lifting me slightly as their sprint slowed.
“Let’s get you home, pet.”
His words made that sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach come back. The way these maniacs seemed to get off on their bullying, or teasing, whatever it may be, made every organ in my body twist and turn with a sudden wave at nausea.
If they liked toying with their victims mentally, what else would be in store for me now?
My brain filled with fear and worry with every mile that we passed, and then even more so as we made it to a small, secluded clearing in the woods.
The small cabin that sat right in the middle of it felt like a stereotypical horror movie set.
This all felt like a scene from a scary movie, matter of fact.
If only.
We were so far from my pack now. Despite all the chaos going on in my life, every bit of this made me desperate to be home again.
I would be home again. I had to be. I wasn’t my father’s daughter for no reason.
Their sprinting slowed to a run then to a jog before finally stopping in unison.
“Home sweet home..” Kane said, grinning from ear to ear as Blake set me down, pushing me over to the other wolf slightly as if silently tagging him in on babysitting duty.
Asshole.
Instantly, Kane pulled me into his arms.
His scent again invaded my nose, despite what I wanted to think of him, he smelled so lovely- the pine and woodsy notes were comforting in a sense.
My body automatically tensed as his strong arms snaked around me, holding me in a gentle yet bordering aggressive way.
It felt like a sweet warning, a silent show of newfound dominance.
“Oh sweet girl,” He mewled, kissing my shoulder.
He didn’t cover my mouth, he didn’t strengthen his hold on me as we stood there out in the open, feet away from their home.
Subconsciously I knew there was no need for him to do so here after all.
If you try to scream, no one will hear you. And if you try to run, we’ll find you, little mouse.
I nodded immediately knowing he figured out the curse that the Goddess bestowed on me tonight, his inner voice was just as intimidating as it was when I first heard it hours ago.
“Don’t be afraid,” Kane continued aloud this time, smirking impishly as he seemed to read my body language, his tone dripped with enthusiasm as Blake silently walked ahead, stretching his muscles out from the marathon he just ran with me in his arms.
Before heading in, he turned back, offering his brother a small nod and smile before fixating his eyes on me.
His eyes ran up and down my body, violating me mentally just as his brother had for a moment longer before making his way in without another word.
As Kane walked us forward, “Don’t be scared of us, my sweet girl..” He purred, letting go of me as he moved in front of me, staring me down as he took my hand, leading me to the house.
Our eyes met and I kept my gaze locked to his, watching every move he made. Anxiety still coursed through my veins, and I still didn’t know what they wanted with me.
I didn’t know why they were watching me.
I didn’t know what their end game was, and I think that scared me most of all.
“What are you guys going to do with me?” I boldly muttered, trying my absolute hardest to disguise the shakiness in my voice with bravery. “Are you guys going to kill me?”
Kane laughed deeply, almost as if I had told him the funniest joke in the entire world.
What the fuck?
Is this all some kind of sick joke to them?
Shaking his head, he straightened himself back up, clearing his throat.
His eyes returned to that crimson shade from earlier in the night.
“You’re home now, silly?” He hummed, offering a small grin. His eyes still told me nothing about his true intentions.
Home?
This was not my home.
He took me from my home.
Immediately, the anger in me bubbled to the surface.
How fucking dare he!?
“You fucking psycho!” I screamed, nearly in a roar as I raised my hand, balling it up in a fist before slamming it against his jaw without warning, his head snapping to the side. “This!” I screamed, lunging at him and knocking him back onto the ground.
I wanted to kill him.
I wanted to kill his stupid fucking brother.
“This is not my fucking home!” My nails sharpened into claws as my canines grew, my nose crinkled into a snarl, bearing my teeth as I straddled him ready to dig my claws into his esophagus when he suddenly flipped the script with ease.
A deep, thundering growl emanated from his chest as he placed himself on top of me, grabbing both of my wrists so harshly it felt as if they might break under the pressure.
“That is the fucking-” Kane began, his voice deep and raspy as he barked at me. His canines protruded slightly now as he spoke. “That is the fucking first and last time you’ll do that. Do I make myself clear?” He asked, his gaze narrowed as he watched me reluctantly nod.
Breathing heavily, I turned my head to the side, breaking eye contact with him as my face turned red.
I was so mad, I was so embarrassed, I felt so many emotions all at once but I didn’t want him to know that.
“Not uh.” He immediately snapped, releasing one of my wrists before quickly grabbing it again with his other hand. With his newly freed hand, he instantly grabbed my jaw, pressing his fingertips into my cheeks as he forced our eyes to meet. “Use your words, little one.” He said, his tone mocking now as he noticed the blush on my face. “Apologize, tell me you’ll behave. And maybe I won't tie you up outside like an animal since you want to act like one.”
Tears pricked my waterline as my emotions all boiled over.
My body returning to its normal state now.
He watched, relishing the anxiety he was instilling with his little threat.
I needed to survive… I needed to survive long enough to figure out a way home or until I was somehow found. And I knew that meant having to play house with these two assholes.
“I’ll behave…” I muttered in almost a pout, sniffling as my eyes betrayed me and allowed my tears to overflow. “I’m sorry..”
Kane smirked, smacking his lips slightly as he nodded.
Roughly, he released the hold on my face, practically pushing my face back into the ground as he rose off me, keeping my wrists tightly in his grasp as he pulled me up off the grass.
“Now that we have that settled.” He hummed, obviously pleased with himself.
The red in his eyes dissipated now and his canines slowly shrunk.
Pulling me along, he kept me beside him as he walked to the front door, “Let’s get inside, the nights are awfully cold lately.” He gently rubbed my shoulder, the softness he offered now was a stark contrast to the brutishness he had just shown me.
I knew I had no other choice but to follow and see what tomorrow brought.
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