And now i have basically just finished writing an epilogue for this so if you want to be tagged hit me up! (up by this friday)
Please enjoy all the sin!!
The Yaegerbomb burned your throat with sweet victory after beating all the guys to empty the glass first. The pumping of the bass from the latest dance hit reverberated right through your chest like an irritating drum. You were shoved and pushed from the side alerting you your time at the bar was done, next, move along. Laura glared daggers to the unknowing inebriated guy. You lifted the pair of glasses dripping with condensation from the bar. Over your head of course to preserve the precious liquid inside. Only lowering to normal height when the fanfare of the bar was passed and the booth you were inhabiting was in safe sight.
“Remind me again why we go OUT to drink?” you put to the group.
“To celebrate another uneventful full moon” Hobi beamed, face flushed red, eyes only half focused.
“To celebrate your third one with us” Laura added shifting back into the bright red, fake leather half crescent seating. You chose to remain standing, resting on the sticky table. Jimin hooked his hand round your waist and pulled you in between his legs.
“Yeah but we can do all of that you know, with PYJAMAS on, AT HOME!”
“We’re not all hermits like you babe, we actually like to let off steam after a forced change” Jimin teased, increasing the grip momentarily on your hip. You turned with a smirk
“Being surrounded by a bunch of alcohol infused people all compacted together is not how I’d choose to let off steam” You relaxed in-between his legs a bit more, perching in between the warm thighs.
“Yeah and we all know how you prefer to let off steam” Yoongi blurted out toying with you. Even with the flashing lights momentarily shining on his new dirty blonde hair that did nothing to brighten the dark teasing look in his expression. Your mouth in a playful shocked “o”. The others giggled knowingly; you shared your feigned look of surprise with all of them.
“Oh come on, if you’re both not disappearing to one of the spare rooms at the house you reek of it”
Yoongi was not wrong.
“Your point being?” you chuckled back in response with half a glare. Yoongi just responded with an amused smile signalling his defeat.
“Exactly” The last swig of your drink hit you the wrong way. You needed air! In a trying to be cool rush you zig zagged and criss-crossed your way through the buzzing crowd; completely failing to notice Jungkook watching you leave from across the dancefloor.
You took yourself down the alley that backed onto the club. You attempted calming, slow breathes attempting to ease the chaotic nausea in your stomach. The orange hue of a street light was failing in its job to illuminate clearly where you stood. The pound of the bass was heavier and throbbing more and more around your skull with your enhanced hearing and spinning vision.
Nausea slowly seeping off, a familiar smell painted over the dampness of the alley. You were not mentally equip to deal with Jungkook in whatever approach this was.
“Jungkook now is not..”
“I saw you head out in your ‘I’m pretending to be casual escape walk’ and just wanted to see if you were okay”
His heart was annoyingly in a good place, you were also now low key irritated that it had to be your cheating ex with a years’ experience of you to notice. You had to tell yourself as much as you and Jimin had something completely out of this world you’d only known each other a matter of months. So it’s a given that some delicate details about each other were still yet to be discovered.
“I think you’ve lost the privilege to be concerned about me don’t you” Your defensive tone was also infused with bitterness. His eyes bloomed wide, the annoyance that started to fill in his gaze quickly morphed into deep regret and sadness.
“Well I don’t see Jimin here” he muttered, pettiness shining through.
He had to go there
You straightened yourself up
“What and that gives you some sort of upper hand. Jungkook it’s over, you have to deal with it” Your frown was lethal.
“If I could take it back I would, you’re the one I want to be with, you’re the one I lo..”
“Don’t even! Just leave!”
Your previous relationship with him now finally served a good purpose; the look you shot him was one he KNEW meant you were done and not to be argued with. Your whole body sighed with relief as well as at the daunting prospect of going back inside to the social nightmare of clubbing. You were briefly aware of a shadow shrouded figure entered the alley
Brushing your lack of motivation off your leather skirt you stood up straight and started to head back in, in the direction of the new alley inhabitant
Before you had a chance to react to the unmistakeable scent of a werewolf your back was shoved into the cold wall. Your utter disbelief and shock rendered you near defenceless. His body pushed up fiercely against you barricading you in. One of his hands firmly silencing any cries from your throat. He delved his face into your neck inhaling harshly as you struggled against him
“I’d recognise my scent anywhere” he growled.
“And what a catch you are” he added. The tar like of his eyes, only broken by the raging gold flecks
Wait is he…
One of his hands dipped and started creeping up your thigh. Adrenaline flushed through your system like wild fire, screaming into his hand; trying to thrash yourself free. Your wished you heart that was smashing into your ribcage would smash through your chest and into his jaw.
You drew air into your lungs, the cold fresh air burned down your trachea. The cool air whooshing around you as the creep was flung crashing into the brick’s opposite. With his body out the way Jimin was shooting sharpened daggers to the body on the ground.
“What the Fuck do you think you’re playing at” Jimin snarled taking a step to be more in front of you shielding you.
“Well if it isn’t one of Yoongi’s puppies” The man responded with venom scrambling to his feet
“Jimin…” His attention and head shifted towards you. Big mistake. Your eyes blooming wide was the only warning he got of the impending attack; it was too little too late. A powerful punch landed square on his jaw followed by a loud grunt from him and a high pitch scream from you. His balance lost for a moment. Recovering strong, his eyes now glaring almost glowing red; saturated with nothing but rage. Jimin lunged going for the jugular, your peripheral vision caught intense, sudden movement.
“ENOUGH!” Yoongi’s voice boomed down the alley. Jimin obediently stopped dead in his tracks, fear sparkling in his and the creep’s eyes.
The way they both glared at Yoongi you thought they’d both be bowing. He approached all of you, his presence calming your nerves. Nothing would get out of control with him around.
“Jimin enough, go and sort yourself out, Y/N go with him!” he barked. You nodded dragging Jimin under the street light to evaluate the damage on his face. Blood was dripping down his chin, you managed to catch it on your sleeve before it dripped onto his shirt. His lip was split, not too badly thankfully.
“Trevor I don’t need to tell you this is neutral territory”
“Neutral or not she’s ours and you know it”
“You turned her and left her! You had no idea she existed until tonight” Yoongi snapped back. Jimin kept batting away your concerned hands at his face.
“You know that’s not how it works; Max will be hearing about this. She’s mine!”
“Good, at least this will be handled the proper way according to you guys anyway. And I think you’ll find she’s spoken for. She isn’t property it’s 2020 you asshole” Yoongi spat. There was a warmth inside you, Yoongi standing up for you was sweet and comforting for what it was worth. Trevor spat some blood on the floor through a devil glare and stomped off down the alley.
“Jimin, take y/n back to mine, you can stay there tonight just as a precaution”
“But Jungkook will be home” you protested
“I’ll be fine” you added
“I’ve seen what he’s been drinking and I heard you shun him so he’ll be drinking a hell of a lot more, I doubt he’ll be home for a while and even when he does he’ll be fucked okay! It’s not a request y/n”
Before you had a chance to protest further Jimin pulled you past the others and made your way back to Yoongi’s.
//
“Stop faffing and let me look after you” You scolded Jimin for the umpteenth time. His split lip had stopped bleeding and had started to swell. You were trying to combat this by holding a tea towel shrouding ice cubes to his face. You were sat on your legs next to Jimin who’d just slouched on the sofa.
“I’m fine, it’ll be cleared in a day or two, stop fussing”
“But it’s my fault, if I hadn’t called you…”
“Babe its fine” he reassured taking your hand that was aimed for his cheek.
“Promise?”
“Yes, stop worrying” After a prolonged stare, ending in his diamond sweet smile reigning victorious.
“God I can’t believe that asshole is my maker” you slumped further down onto your legs.
“What did they mean settle it the right way? Am I going to cause you guys a lot of trouble being in your pack?” In your drunk state your thoughts had started to spiral and Jimin knew it, pulling you onto his lap.
“Hey, hey. Stop! You trust Yoongi yeah?
“Yes, of course I do” you responded almost offended
“Well then trust him to deal with it”
“But what needs to happen?” you pushed further. Jimin was hesitant for a second, wanting to avoid getting into it; especially when he had you unconsciously squirming on his lap.
“Well normally nothing would, we’re normally free to go to any pack as long as they accept you. Technically you don’t even need to be in one but seeing as wolves are social animals it tends to happen. But Max’s group live in the dark ages mentally so they see it as if they made you, you are theirs and that’s it; you have to go with them”
“So what if it’s challenged?” you urged
“The two packs will need to fight for you”
“WHAT!”
“I’m not having anyone fight for me!”
“I know, I know, but it’s just how it’s got to be done with these guys”
“Uggh!” you groaned shifted off of him and headed to Yoongi’s room.
“Where are you going?”
“To get an oversized shirt to wear to bed”
“Wear mine” his shirt was already peeled off and being offered to you. You were not displeased with the view
You chuckled lightly
“Jimin I appreciate the gesture but that won’t even cover my ass”
“Y/N please, I don’t want you covered in Yoongi’s scent” You smiled
He was so sensitive to smell even for a werewolf. You shimmied out of your white off shoulder crop top, taking your bra off under his shirt. He dragged you in between his legs teasing the zip at the top of your leather skirt down. His eyes endearingly looking up at you, chocolate filled gooey eyes consuming you as his palms massaged your behind and tops of your thighs gently pulling you again into his lap.
Your hands sat cradling the back of his neck, fingertips gently caressing his hairline.
“Please don’t worry tonight, nothing is going to be done about it this evening before anything happens Yoongi will call a meeting anyway and you can say whatever you want then” Your hips angled into his lap following the squeeze on your behind.
“Do I get the feeling you want to try and help me not think about it?” You ground your hips into him again. You could already feel your arousal beginning to pool.
“Uggh!” he whined throwing his back.
“What?”
“I can smell you and I won’t even be able to taste you tonight” he whined pouting his ballooned lip to you.
“God I can’t even kiss you!” he added. He was pissed, that boy loved nothing more than to be between your thighs, to have them compress around his head as he absorbed everything he could as you came.
“Well lucky for me you have other assets beside your mouth” you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead before nestling, placing light kisses along his collar bone. His eyes lazy watching you pick an ice cube from the towel. Hissing as the cold water trailed down in between his chest bumping over the definition of his hands leaving the trail a disrupted line. His hand gripped yours when you’d trailed the ice around his right nipple.
“Okay that’s enough, bed!”
“Did you bring it?” Jimin asked in a half pant setting himself lying on top of you, knee pressed to you core. Foreheads touching both fighting every urge to lose each other into desperate kisses.
“Mmmhmm, in my bag” exhaling as he left you on the bed. Jimin had convinced you it would be a good idea if you started carrying your bullet vibrator around with you more often. On multiple occasions he’d more than proved it was a great idea; especially once during a particularly tense break during one of your exams. He’d easily swayed you into one of the dance practice rooms and had you shoved up against the mirror.
“Why have you brought that in?” You queried questioning eyes taking in Jungkook’s bobbly polka dot scarf.
“Do you think he’ll mind if I’ve borrowed it to fuck you?” The wicked grin that crept across his face had you shaking your head, your lip bit between your teeth.
“You are awful Park Jimin” You did not hesitate when he secured it at the back of your head blindfolding you. You had to concentrate on bypassing the scents from Jungkook’s scarf and only the musky, wood and comforting scent of Jimin. The path down your body that would normally be formed by his lips was replaced with the light buzzing of the vibrator. His face wasn’t far from yours, his hot amaretto tainted breath told you that; one of his arms was planted next your head keeping him steady.
“Jimin, please!” you whined, full of impatience. He’d conducted the bullet passed where you wanted it way too many times.
“You want it?” he spoke in your ear
“Take It” He didn’t have to ask you twice. When the vibrations hit your throbbing clit your head blissfully rolled back into the mattress. Your free hand dug into his hips when his fingers easily thrust into you
“Fuck your beautiful when you’re like this”
“I bet you can’t wait until you finally have my cock inside you, until my hands are around your throat and you’re begging me to give you what you want. You clenched around him panting out obscenities.
“Oh you like that when I talk dirty in your ear don’t you” You’d automatically depressed the small button on top of the bullet to increase the setting.
“You know I fucking do, stop teasing me and just do it already” you ordered breathless. You were pressing your hips harder into the vibrator chasing that seducing rhythm. Just as you were about to fall off the edge his fingers left you and snatched the vibrator from you. Hips chasing nothing.
“Where are your manners?” he teased.
“Jimin I swear to fucking god I…” You both stilled, both your ears catching the noise of the front door clicking open and shut. Jimin being the asshole that he is only saw this as an opportunity when he realised it was Jungkook who was stumbling around.
“Jimin, stop! He’ll hear” you pleaded weakly, his hands easily pinning yours above your head as well as easily securing them with just one of his hands. The other snatching the toy from and cruelly holding it harsh against your clit on full power.
“Only if you can’t be quiet” The vibrations were too powerful to escape and too powerful for you to be quiet. Jimin was using his body weight to keep your body from squirming to ease the vibrations.
Asshole
Even funnelling your moans through your lips seemed futile, they seemed to fill the room.
“Just cum and I’ll stop”
Like you had a choice at this point. Your cries were not quiet, the second your whole body started convulsing he stopped the vibrations and let go of your hands.
Your heart rate steadied, the sweat on your skin cooled. His fingertips ghosting your skin elicited goose-bumps where they traced. He slid the scarf from your eyes, the first view of his smug face had you giggling quietly.
“Asshole!” you scolded whacking his arm.
“Baby I haven’t even fucked you yet”
“You can’t be serious!” He was deadly serious. He crept off the bed and etched the door open as quietly as he could.
“He’s passed out on the couch” Not believing him, you stumbled to where he was. Jungkook was indeed passed out on the couch in an awfully uncomfortable looking position. He hadn’t even closed the curtains so the moonlight sifted in illuminating his flushed out face.
“Happy?” he quipped his head to the side closing the door. You pulled him by his belt into you; only the clinking of the buckle coming undone was heard over your hurried breaths.
“Baby I don’t want to be loud” you whined as your hand crept down his waistband.
“Better get on your hands and knees then” you elicited a groan from his lips when your hands wrapped around him.
He shoved your face down into the pillow gripping at the back of your neck.
“I guess I’ll have to go slow to try and keep you quiet” You nodded into the mattress, already gasping as he soaked his cock in your arousal. His hand left your neck and balled up your shirt in his fist pulling you onto him. Long drawn out groans escaped both of you. Fully inside you he stopped moving
“God, you feel so good every time” he grunted finally moving, your hand scrambling to grip the side of his thighs as he was tortuous in his lack of speed. Your moans deep and prolonged with each thrust.
“I bet Jungkook never felt this good did he?” he panted
“No, faster!”
“Is that what you want?”
“Fuck, yes, I don’t care about the noise”
“You changed your tune quick. Music to my ears”
His hips snapped into faster thrusts; you cried your moans into the mattress. Your knuckles stained white holding onto the cotton barrier. His hand firmly snuck back to the back of throat and pressured on either side. Jimin readjusted himself slightly; each snap of his hips now hitting the velvet goldmine sitting inside you. You started pushing back onto him, the gentle light headedness seeping in. You turned your head to the side to take some fresh air into your lungs
“Fuck Jimin, I’m close don’t stop” you cried out after a harsh thrust. The cry was not shrouded in the pillow. Your words sent him to jerk his hips more sporadically and his grip tightened on your throat. That was enough. Your muscles released the pressure in overwhelming waves. He carried on thrusting into you, shoving you into a state of over sensitiveness which had you whimpering in high gasps until he finally grunted and his hips started jerking. He went to pull out but your hand clamped onto his thigh and pushed him into you giving him no choice but to grunt your name and cum inside you.
Your hips collapsed on the bed with him behind you hand resting docile on your side.
“There’s no way that didn’t wake him” Jimin chuckled. Jimin’s phone screen brightened up and vibrated loudly against the wood side table. You rolled onto his chest as he selected the message that had just come through
-sod JK, there’s every way that I heard it-
“When the hell did Yoongi get back?” you asked burying your face into his chest.
//
You spent the whole of your lecture staring at your phone trying to coax a message from Yoongi to pop up. Your word document open on your laptop remained empty, not a word typed.
//
“We’ll know more later” Laura tried to offer
“It will get sorted” She still wasn’t helping. You responded with a blank water filled gaze; eliciting a warm hug which actually was half comforting.
“Anyway, aren’t you supposed to be going to lunch with Jimin after his practice before the meeting?” Laura spread her books and notepad like a deck of cards on the library desk
“Yeah” you replied.
“Well go on then, I’ll send you my revision notes from today seeing as you failed massively to take any”
“Thanks, catch you in a bit”
You’d actually never been over to the dance studios on campus; it was a damn side better aesthetically than the science building. The reception area was neat. The navy-blue sofas pressed against the window matched the scattering of large bean bags beside them. Elegant dance pictures framed and hung on the flawless white paintwork of the walls. You took the door labelled ‘Practice Rooms’ and headed for no.4. Number 1 & 2 were clearly the larger rooms; 1 was clearly more of a show room as there was a large rectangular window peering in. Practice room 4 was much smaller and only occupied by Jimin and Hobi.
Both the boys were glistening with sweat that had permeated in pools on their tank tops; loose trackies sat on their hips. The door lightly knocked shut behind you. Shoes off bag down on the ground. Both sets of eyes glancing their way acknowledging your entrance; bodies still moving flawlessly in sync with each other focused on the music throbbing round the studio. It was definitely something choreographed by Hobi, the sharper more prominent moves contrasting to the softer, fluid movements of Jimin’s contemporary strengths.
“Well that was definitely something” praising the masterpiece you’d intruded on.
“Think so?” Hobi questioned regaining air in his lungs.
“Oh come on, you know it’s good!” When it came to dancing modest was not something he was capable of.
“He’s been a …. Douche this morning” He went to hug you, pushing your palm on his chest in refusal.
“Erm no. Sweaty. I’d like my outfit to not be covered in Jimin sweat” His shoulders slumped, Hobi finding amusement in your words.
“Toold!” Hobi teased retrieving his holdall, slinging it round his shoulders.
“I’ll catch you guys later. Y/N please don’t worry about later we’ll sort it”
“I’ll do my best”.
“Honestly I wish people would stop even mentioning it”
“Well I wish you wouldn’t worry about it” Jimin countered. You slid yourself onto the beech table pressed to the back wall. Jimin swiping the damp hair from his face.
Why is everyone so fucking calm about this.
“So what do you wanna do for lunch. I think a burger from Benny’s will ease my overthinking”
“Yeah?” He stalked over to you nudging himself in between your legs, forefinger tracing under your neck angling your head aiming to meet his lips.
“I was thinking maybe more you?”
“Well that was about as smooth as a cactus” you quipped. Both his hands interlocking with yours lifting them around like they were joysticks.
“And what makes you think I’ll be in the mood with all this fighting stuff?” He edged into you as far he could his cheek brushing against yours
“Because you know when I touch you…” He gripped your thighs tugging your clothed core onto his thigh
“Mmm”
“… just right” the whisper and breath crept along your ear, fingers tip toeing their way up your body creeping to hold snug around your neck.
“I can get you begging for me to fuck you” Your half weak smile powered up to a full-on smirk.
“You know you can’t resist me” he cooed, the innocent beautiful face hiding the demon tempter beneath.
He was right
No matter your state of mind with you both being essences your bodies would take over; completely over fuelling and over writing any processes your rational mind was running. Like animals in damn heat.
Your hand tugged at the drawstrings of his bottoms.
“I think you’ll find you’re trying to seduce me. Sooo…” Your hand wandered, pushing under the elastic waist band. Palm pressing against his cock
“It’s you who can’t resist me” You can’t resist each other. The deep groan in his throat, the slow tilt of his head back. Your senses ran wild. Pupils blowing out like balloons, your irises flaming golden at each other. The primal wolves taking over.
Lips chasing yours plump with need as you slid of the table hand still nursing his growing member
“Tell me you want me” you breathed between heavy kisses. You want to hear his desperate breathes for you
“I want you” A relieved exasperated exhale fanned across your neck, hand leaving his straining cock with no more contact. His own hand under your control to unhook your jean buttons. Forehead nudged to yours watching your hand disappear.
“Want this?”
“Mmm need this” the plea slipping past his lips. Hungry eyes looking down lip between his teeth.
If a look could have you flatlining it was him biting his lips
“You want to make me feel better? Want to make me cum, whine out your name?” Your words were slightly broken, the delicate swirls of your fingers on your clit his hand following your movements.
“God yes!” The growl pried from his lips.
“Then go lock the door” you whispered.
//
“Okay so we all know why we’re here” Yoongi began stood, the fireplace behind him crackling an orange hue into the room. The five of you all lounged around the option of sofas, determined curious stares all facing the Alpha. The leather jacket was non-existent but the standard white tee and jeans remained consistent. The rest of you were much more at home; slouched in variety of comfy hoodies and trackies. This house was huge and often played host to pack sleepovers.
You and Jimin were snug to each other, his arm cocooning you into his chest. When Yoongi started to speak Jimin felt your heart start to rattle unnerved in your chest; he placed a light squeeze at your waist.
“So I went to see Max last night and safe to say they haven’t changed”
“So you’ll be fighting?” Laura questioned; you sensed no fear in her voice just utter curiosity.
“No” Everyone began shuffling, uncomfortable air and unknown suffocating the room. The unwelcome spirit stirring.
“Trevor was pretty beat up when I went. Max was not too impressed by the whole ordeal if I’m honest he was furious. He’s basically washed his hands of the situation and told Trevor he will not be fighting his battles…but was adamant the old ways are still followed” he continued
“We agreed that is only fair that if one alpha isn’t fighting then neither should the other”
Nausea oozed through your being, uncomfortably smashing your thoughts everywhere. The others all wide eyed still suffering from the shock that:
1. Max actually seemed to been reasonable
2. Yoongi was not going to fight.
Will I have to fight for myself?
I’m not strong enough yet
I’ll have no…
“I’m putting it to you guys. Obviously, Y/N it’s out of the question you’re nowhere near strong enough yet”
Gee thanks!
“Guys I can’t…” you launched yourself up. Jimin wanted to hold you close but he knew you were adamant
“I can’t have you fighting for me this is ridiculous. You didn’t ask for any of this.
“It should be Hobi he’s next strongest” Laura piped up. Everyone completely ignoring you trying to make their point. Arms tightly folded nails digging into the skin of your arm
“Yeah I’ll go, I’ll be more than happy to wipe that smirk of that assholes face” Your glare hit Jimin a call for backup. He shifted to speak
Thank you
“If anyone it should be me” leaning forward with sincerity. You flayed your hands, fingers wide
For god’s sake!
“Jimin I don…” Yoongi began
“I know I’m not as strong as Hobi but I’m not that much weaker either and besides don’t you think out of everyone I’ve got the most motivation and drive; I mean she’s my girl!”
“Jimin we can’t ris…” Yoongi returned
“No Yoongi, I think he has a point, like we all love Y/N but he will have the most resolve and determination and the facts it’s his essence he’s fighting for will be all the better” Hobi giving Jimin a supportive smile.
“I agree” Laura arm raised up in solidarity.
“Joon? Tae?” Yoongi glancing to the quietest two of the group. Nothing would ever be decided without everyone’s opinion being noted.
“Makes sense to me”
“And me”
In the time they’d all ignored you, annoyance had crept into your skin, a toxin flushing out any desire to spend time with these guys this evening.
“Okay, fine it’s sorted then. Jimin you’re in you’ve got 3 days” Yoongi beamed casually, shoulders down, weight lifted.
“Now let’s enjoy the evening” Yoongi went to hand you your glass that had been resting on the mantle. You blankly refused.
“I think I’ll just go to bed” Tone low with agitation seeping over your words. Jimin stood.
“Just leave it” You spat, everyone calling after you as you stomped yourself to the bedroom.
You launched yourself into the chair in front of the mirror with a huge huff. Staring harshly at your mirror image. The glistening glint of fluid filling your eyes.
Nope!
You shoved yourself up and rummaged aggressively through your bag for one of your virology books. Fundamentals of molecular virology by Nicholas H Acheson. Had been you’re favourite so far this course.
Nothing like reading about genius designed killing machines to take my mind off going full breakdown.
You were only minutely disturbed by the low throb of the TV downstairs, and the occasional outburst of laughter.
-Baby, I’m sorry, please don’t be angry with us. Can I come up yet? -
-I’m angry you’re all so easily wiling putting yourself in harm’s way just for my sake. And NO!-
- I LOVE YOU! That’s why I’m doing it. The others love you two-
The three words that you can’t wait to hear in a new relationship. The three words that should fill you with that queasy happiness. They only made you irritable.
-Don’t you dare say that for thre first tiem in this situation. Getting beaten the fuck up is not how I want you ro show it to me -
You cursed yourself at the angry spelling when your words popped up in the conversation bubble of your chat. You lent back kicking the book to the floor snuggling yourself into the duvet as much as humanly possible. Jimin would have to fight you for his side of the duvet later.
//
You felt his struggle begin, the struggle which disrupted the calm ambience of your sleep. You drowsily rolled over, huffing with your movement. He crept up behind you, a nervous mongoose rolling next to the sleeping snake. You were too dazed to fight for too long and eventually allowed him to press himself up against you, the reluctant small spoon.
“Baby…” he whispered
“Not now” you exhaled weakly. His hand pulling down the collar of your top placing a delicate drawn out kiss against your skin.
“Jimin” you warned softly. He preceded to creep sloping his arm up, resting his hand between your breasts. You were not going react, letting sleep slowly re-capture you. Being the stubborn one he was he nudged his hips into you. You felt his lips crease on the back of your neck.
“Please… baby” The sucrose dripping off every word into a whine.
“What!?” clunking yourself around to face him. Features barely visible, diamonds in his eyes shimmering none the less.
“I Love You princess” You took a few seconds.
The anger draining out of you as you exhaled a forgiving chuckle.
“I also want you” he nudged you to lay on his chest.
“To trust me”
“You know I do” The smell of alcohol diffusing of his skin.
“Let me finish, I want you to trust me to do right by you and fight for you okay” The happiness that had swelled had now deflated to nausea.
“I’ll win okay. There’s no way you’re going with them. You are far too precious to all of us for that to happen”
“Precious?” bemused.
“Okay cheese loaded choice of words but I…”
“Okkkaaay” you exclaimed pressing a forefinger chaste to his lips.
“I’ll try and be a calmer bitch, but I’m well within my right to be scared that my boyfriend is going to be fighting an absolute tank”
“That a low dig at my height?” he chuckled pinching your hip
“You really do have a thing about that don’t you” you teased.
“Well good thing I love you anyway then” You shuffled up kissing him.
“Oh decided to say back it to me then” Your palm flat across his chest, fingers gently circling his chest
“Say it again, I was half asleep before” You cooed, the pleasant beat of his chest, lulling you sweetly.
“I love you, now go to sleep I can hear you heart slowing”
“Mmm I can get used to you saying that”
“Only if you stay mine”
“Mmmmhmm” you mumbled.
//
“You’re getting so much stronger and faster” Yoongi praised panting the second he heard the human knackered pants from the next. You were on the floor, back heavy on the cool concrete floor. Enough energy was mustered to grab the blanket you kept in your cell. Your exposed body at least had some cover until the energy was mustered to dress yourself.
“You...think?”
“Yeah your doing so well, progressing so much faster than the others did” The light metal clink of his buckles clear as a bell.
“You decent?” he added.
“Enough” you managed, Yoongi creeping around the corner peering down at your feebleness.
“Recovery is tough for me”
“I can tell” he chuckles securing the blanket round you assisting you to your feet.
After your first full moon you quickly learnt it wasn’t all plain sailing from there. Yes in human form everything was enhanced; hearing, smell, strength. Every sense amplified. In wolf form though it was bit more complicated. Stamina and strength needed to be trained, perfected. Yoongi had been taking you out for runs and various exercises. You knew he’d taken you out today to tire you out and distract you like a toddler; I guess in wolf world you were in a way. You were becoming more confident with your capabilities and using the abilities you now possessed. With your wolf form being tested you needed a good few hours of recovery time. Most of which you spent in bed or in a bath.
“Help me to bed please”
“Obviously”
You crashed the second your head graced the pillow
//
Bed depressing next to you, that addictive scent swallowing you whole; warm arms pushing gentle at your stomach shifting your body closer to him. An unyielding kiss pressed to the top of your shoulders. The subtle nudge of his crotch into your behind signalling his intentions. Half pulled out of your sleep you responded with a weak nudge of your behind into him. Consent given shirt pushed up over your chest. Harsh kisses on the top of your back; your weak spot. Fingertips creeping down your side tugging your hips harder into his already hard cock. He really couldn’t control himself around you, so easily driven wild. Hands now slick in your arousal open mouth bites at your shoulders. No words spoken, just breathier pants slowly escalating. Band snapped; patience dry. Your hips were shoved forward, cock sliding through, coated enough in your juices to thrust into you with ease. Your close-mouthed moan loud in his ears. His even pace torturous and sweet. It stayed even, slowly winding the coil tighter and tighter within you. Part of you wanted to beg him to go faster the other part wanting the steady climb to never end. You wanted to keep feeling anything, anything to keep you away from you fear of later.
Fist flying to his hip gripping his flesh. The restraint he had to muster to not accelerate his hips. He wanted you to come undone hard and slowly.
“Harder” His hips snapped slower, more deliberate pressure harder and your spot.
“Not that your mouth” It had hardly left your shoulder you wanted his teeth sunk deeper.
“Are you sure?”
“Mmm” you choked
“Bite me” you begged breathless, growl pursing through his lips. He was never going to deny you anything you wanted. Canines growing against your skin. The sting of skin being pierced had you clenching around him causing him to choke, pushing the blood swirling in his mouth out the side of his lips. The warm trickle running down your shoulders painting the sheets red. The copper taste swallowed down. Blood wasn’t amazing to were’s; I mean that’s for the vamps but it wasn’t disgusting either. It was mildly nice; but to Jimin yours was so fucking sweet, a delicacy he would savour every chance he got.
One harsh thrust and you were done. Each pulse seeming longer than the last, by the last one he was jutting into you swearing your name. Heat flushing away you rolled to face him. His hand cradling your cheek. His looked completely fuck out, blood staining those pump lips and in the creases of his mouth.
“I love you” he panted; those word hit you again. Salty tears filling slowly over your pupils.
“Oh baby don’t” he pleaded. His thumb brushed away the first droplet to fall down your flushed rose tinted cheek.
“It will be fine, Yoongi wouldn’t let me if he didn’t think it was doable. And if something was to go wrong then he would probably fuck the rules of anyway for you. He’s so bonded to you”
“I know but… what if this is the last time you make me fall apart”
“It won’t be, I’m not giving up your pussy for shit!” He was good at making you smile and giggle no matter your mood. It was a pure talent.
“Now that I do believe”
“There you go”
“Please just get ready and go now before I start completely balling it”
You’d been banned from going, at the request of Jimin of all people. He didn’t want to get distracted and did not want you to see him get hurt. Yoongi also backed this so your fate was decided; not that you didn’t give them hell for it.
//
“So… who’s the puppy that’s going to lose” Trevor goaded walking forward breaking the crescent of his pack stood for the show. Jimin stepped forward announcing his participation.
“Why am I not surprised”
“Alright stop the bullshit let’s just get this redundant old thing out the way” Yoongi interrupted at the centre of his pack’s crescent.
“Fine, you both know the rules” Max Began
“No jugular attacks! The wolf to be down for 7 seconds loses” he continued. Trevor and Jimin squared up to one another
“I’m going to enjoy fucking your scent off her” Trevor toyed, vicious glare with venomous eyes
Jimin did not even dignify that with a response; shifting and jumping straight to attack.
Animal whines echoed through the blanket of trees surrounding the gathering. Yoongi, Laura, Hobi, Tae and Joon stood, quiet in silent confidence. Max’s pack however were goading and cheering Trevor on like a pack of wild animals, they outnumbered Yoongi’s pack by five.
Snarls seething with venom, blood matting the fur surrounding their jaws. Jimin pressing against the rage trying to keep the cool head with difficulty. An equal fight, both being launched by their necks to the ground. Paws swiping at faces leaving streaks of blood.
“Jimin!...Get Up!” Laura wailed, Trevor had slung Jimin against a tree and he’d not moved.
“1”
“2”
“3”
Jimin’s vision had blurred, indistinguishable noises rattled round his head. Body on fire, the overwhelming taste of copper disgusting in his mouth. His body not responding to commands. Trevor’s wolf walking away, swag in his step already declaring himself the winner. His pack cheering…
“4”
Something illuminated inside him, his body on fire from the inside, like it wasn’t even his pain. It felt like he could feel your pain, your distress; the agony of being without him. It broke him, the tears formed at the corner of his eyes stinging the wound at the corner of his eye.
At the house you rolled over, a sharp pulling in your chest. Something detaching inside you. Your groan and cry falling on no ears.
Jimin snarled quietly, rejuvenated, he would not have you feeling so distraught. If Yoongi’s pack had been smart they would have warned him Jimin had pushed himself up, paws sore but he was past caring. He began to sprint; Jimin being faster than Trevor could react smashing him into a tree. Determined bark growling out past Jimin’s mouth. Teeth clamping down on Trevor’s neck just below his jugular; tugging hard before flinging him into the tree again.
“1”
“2”
“3”
Trevor’s pack were swearing. Profanities thick directed at him.
“4”
“5”
“6”
“7”
The silent pack now erupted with cheer, rushing over to the limping form of Jimin. Both guys transformed back, wounds seeping, a pair of panting naked bodies. Wounds being assessed of both participants. Most of Trevor’s were round his neck, thick lacerations going down to his chest. A covering of scratches spanning his torso. Jimin had one particularly worrying gash in his neck, he was unbothered. Trusting in his friends and their ability to stop the flow of blood. His healing ability would do the rest. Eventually. His right eye was curtained with red, cut above his eye pissing with blood. His torso wounds were mildly more severe than Trevor’s; but Jimin just wanted to get back to you.
Yoongi relieved, waltzed up to Max, A begrudging handshake occurred.
“Now it’s done! I don’t want to hear of anymore shit from your guys. You go near here again and they’ll be hell to pay” Yoongi snapped. Max frowning more at the wailing sack of shit that was Trevor on the floor.
“Of course,” He seethed through gritted teeth.
//
You’d sat numb in a ball on the sofa staring blankly at the tv. Noise becoming white, words and light becoming indistinguishable mashes of colour. You heard the distinct whirring of Yoongi’s car as it drew closer. You rushed up to lean against the sofa, folded arms, nails anxious between your teeth. The door clicked; feet fast to greet whatever was about to walk through that door. Laura walked in first, holding the door ushering Tae and Joon inside. Hobi and Yoongi supporting Jimin who was just about supporting his weight. You’re not sure what happened first, the hand flying to your mouth or the tears now running down your cheeks. The thought of your fate a speck of dust in the wind compared to overwhelming state of Jimin’s welfare.
“Oh my god!”
The boys lowered him to the sofa, his face creased up wincing. You flew to the first aid kit Yoongi insisted on having for shifting injuries. The others began flapping around and preparing things.
“Can I just be with MY girl please” Jimin groaned. All eyes on the two of you, the antiseptic wipe briefly leaving his eyebrow.
“You mean?”
“Told you” He croaked. Your sweet smiles mirrored in each other. A long kiss against his forehead followed by the others leaving.
“We’ll be at Laura’s if you need anything. Y/N just make sure you slow all the bleeding down, he’ll be fine”
You spent a good hour or so wiping the field of cuts. The alcohol causing a stream of curses from Jimin’s mouth. You went to un-tape the red soaked towel from around his shoulder and neck. His battered hand stopped yours.
“Please don’t. There’s no way you want to see that”
“But it’s got to be cleaned”
“Trust me it will be fine”
“Can we just please go and rest together, don’t know about you but I’ve had a shit day” He teased
“Even the early afternoon?” you countered, feigning insult.
“Well I mean that was alri…ght” You supported him up off the chair.
“Do not make me add to your injuries Park Jimin!” You jested. The fact his sense of humour was intact pulled the plug to your overflowing concern.
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It’s no surprise that in such a busy, fast paced culture we even have “due dates” for our babies. However unlike work projects, there is no real deadline for babies- they’re babies!
There is a lot of conversation around the accuracy of due dates (are ultrasounds more effective? Is 40 weeks actually the length of a “normal” pregnancy?) but for the most part, “doctors, midwives, and online due date calculators use Naegele’s rule to figure out an estimated due date (EDD). Naegele’s rule assumes that you had a 28-day menstrual cycle, and that you ovulated exactly on the 14th day of your cycle (Note: some health care providers will adjust your due date for longer or shorter menstrual cycles). To calculate your EDD according to Naegele’s rule, you add 7 days to the first day of your last period, and then count forward 9 months (or count backwards 3 months). This is equal to counting forward 280 days from the date of your last period. (an excerpt from Evidence Based Birth- Due Dates)”
Even if you know the exact date that you conceived, there is evidence suggesting that the “due date” is actually 3-5 days after 40 weeks. As you can tell, there is a lot of room for variation using this method.
Only 5% of babies are born on their due dates. That means that 95% of babies are born before or after their due dates. In fact, the average first time baby is born 5 days after their due date.
The majority of parents that I’ve worked with shift into a state of concern when they pass their due date. And it’s with good reason! In our culture, it is incredibly rare to let pregnant people go past 42 weeks. And most people prefer not to be induced if they can avoid it.
So, what do we do about it?
Here’s my proposal:
1) Call it a “guess date”. Heck, call it a “guess month!” Or, at the very least, an “estimated due date”.
2) Emotionally prepare to welcome baby ANYTIME between 37-42 weeks. Have your bags packed by 37 weeks (if you’re birthing in the hospital or birth centre), but don’t expect baby to arrive before 42 weeks!
3) Refer family and friends to the statistics in this post early enough in your pregnancy that they get the idea- babies do not arrive “on time”. A huge part of the pressure is family and friends. Be proactive and let them know about the MONTH that you may be waiting for baby to make their guest appearance.
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