Against The Moon
Genre: Werewolves/Shifters/ABO/Omegaverse
Rating: Explicit. Under 18s do not read or interact
Pairing: Namjoon/Reader
Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, ABO, Alpha/Omega, Alpha!Namjoon, Omega!Reader, Werewolf sex, Shifters, Wolf/Human sex, Beastiality, Taboo, Slave Trade, Cum Marking, under negotiated kink, Breeding kink, Size Kink, Knots, Overstimulation, Aftercare.
Summary: Alpha Namjoon catches the scent of an omega on his lands, on the run from human slavers, and decides to protect her. His alpha, however, decides to mate her. Please read the tags very carefully before clicking on this fic! Honestly though, it’s not as dark as it sounds - he’s quite sweet really! Cross-posted on my AO3 account LittleShyGirl
There was a strange, new scent in the air. Namjoon tilted his head back, inhaling deeper to better analyse the smell. It was another wolf for certain, but it was highly unusual to find a stranger in his territory. Not only a full shifter, but a strong young alpha, Namjoon’s scent was particularly potent. It was intimidating to newcomers; most wolves got one whiff of his dominance and turned and ran. However this new wolf, an omegan female, was getting closer. Running towards him, her scent was becoming thicker and easier to identify. The alpha would have started salivating at her smell, had it not been coated in the sour stench of fear. Namjoon began to run, aiming to meet the female half way. In wolf form Namjoon was incredibly fast, with ample stamina, able to run rings around his extensive territory without becoming tired. The alpha knew he was only seconds away from the other person.
Namjoon reached a small clearing at the same time as the female wolf, also in animal form. The female attempted to jump over a fallen tree, but miss-judged the distance and tripped, tumbling in Namjoon’s direction. The alpha cringed as the omega knocked their head on the ground and whined, quickly losing consciousness. Without her mind to control her body, the omega accidentally shifted into her human form.
Looking down at the naked injured woman, Namjoon was unsure what to do. The omega herself was clearly not a threat, however she had to have been running from something . Before he had time to finish thinking through his options, he heard voices. Sniffing the air made Namjoon growl. Human males, scented with gunpowder and tobacco, were closing in on the far edges of his territory.
“The second I find that bitch I’m gonna fuck her with my hands round her neck. Who does she think she is? Embarrassing me in front of a buyer like that. Gonna turn her blue before I collar her.”
With heightened hearing, the wolf was able to pick up on the conversation of men nearly a mile away. The human’s words filled Namjoon with rage. Slavers. Humans who captured wolf kind, kidnapping them from their homes and “retraining” them as pets, sex slaves, or whatever else the potential buyers might want. They were the cause of the omega’s intense fear, she must have just managed to escape her slavers before being sold on. The omega was so terrified that she had run straight into the territory of an unknown alpha, a dangerous decision in itself. But, Namjoon supposed if given the same choice between a quick death from a wolf or a lifetime of slavery and torture, he would do the same.
Whilst Namjoon didn’t know this omega, he still felt compelled to protect her. Moral righteousness aside, the alpha had never had the pleasure of being in an omega’s company since he was a pup. Underneath her fear was a smell he wanted to taste.
Looking up at the moon, Namjoon howled. A deep, long battle cry that he knew would bring reinforcements in the form of his packmates.
“Fuck, what was that? Sounded…big.” The second human spoke, his voice showing fear. Good. The humans couldn’t smell threat in the same way a wolf could, so Namjoon needed to find other ways to scare them off - without leaving the female unguarded.
Paw-steps thundered towards him almost immediately, no doubt Jungkook. The younger alpha was perhaps the fastest wolf he’d ever known. Conscious of the omega’s nudity, Namjoon used his snout to turn her onto her back, then carefully lowered himself over her. With the female covered by his thick fur, only her head was visible. Unable to hover completely above her for more than a few seconds, Namjoon rested some of his weight on the omega beneath him. She felt good. Her weak human-form body made Namjoon feel all the more powerful in his wolf form - and he liked it.
Jungkook entered the clearing, the all black wolf’s eyes widening at the sight in front of him.
Slavers on the eastern border.
In wolf form they were incapable of speech. However, those bonded to the same pack, as Jungkook and Namjoon were, were able to push thoughts into each other’s minds to communicate. It took some practice and much effort to talk via a psychic connection, which is why Jungkook chose to simply nod in the direction of the female, to enquire about her.
She’s an injured omega. Running from slavers.
Along with his words, Namjoon also gave Jungkook his memory of the omega’s frightened scent, and the image of her wolf falling over the tree. To preserve her modesty, Namjoon kept the image of her shifting into her naked human form to himself.
Jungkook snarled, his adrenaline spiking as his body prepared itself for war. Young adult male wolves were particularly prone to aggression, something which the situation most certainly called for. Namjoon wanted his packmates to defend his land and this new omega, and igniting Jungkook’s protective instincts was the perfect way to do so.
A few moments later, two more alpha shifters arrived in the clearing, Yoongi and Taehyung. Namjoon pushed the same information into their thoughts. The white wolf, Yoongi, replied:
Take her to your den. We shall deal with this in your stead. We meet again at sunrise.
The three alphas raced off into the night, snarling and snapping at each other to psych themselves up ready to fight. Namjoon wasn’t worried about his packmates, all three were strong, with the ability to intimidate and attack if needed. Human slavers mostly hunted for the smaller, weaker omegas, females especially. Three large alpha male wolves would be far more than two humans could handle. Plus humans viewed wolves a stupid animals. The intelligent, organised, offensive manoeuvres his packmates were about to use would send the slavers reeling. The slavers would either run away, too frightened to ever return, spreading terrifying myths of monstrous wolves to deter others from stepping foot in such a dangerous forest. Or, Yoongi would kill them. Whichever was most appropriate.
Movement pulled Namjoon from his thoughts. Beneath him, the female stirred, her fingers knotting lightly in his fur. Namjoon stepped off, laying down beside her in the hopes of becoming less intimidating.
“Alpha?” The omega greeted nervously, her eyes now open. Unwilling to shift, Namjoon nodded. “Alpha - There are slavers near. We must flee!”
The omega’s anxiety spiked as her memories came to her. She sat up too abruptly, causing her vision to swim. Namjoon pushed his large head to her chest, taking note of the softness of her breasts, and he pushed her back down.
The omega stroked his head without thinking, rubbing softly at the base of his ears. Namjoon’s tail almost wagged at the sensation. It was an intimate gesture, usually reserved for lovers, but somehow it didn’t feel uncomfortable or out of place to the alpha.
“Of course, you’re quite right…my head. Thank you.” The omega mumbled, before she suddenly became more aware of her situation. She removed her hands from Namjoon’s head, her cheeks flushing prettily with embarrassment. Speaking in a hushed voice, the omega made her plea: “Alpha, I apologise for trespassing on your territory. I ask for your forgiveness, and seek your protection from the slavers. May I have your permission to take refuge on your land for this night? And if you have the game to spare, might I have your permission to hunt one small animal to give me strength?”
The omega spoke formally, her words both polite and showing her good form. This was no common wolf, she had to have come from one of the other powerful packs. Her accent suggested she was from the north. But how had she ended up here? Alone, far from her lands, and in the hands of slavers? Namjoon was desperate to ask, but the situation still felt too dangerous to allow himself to be so vulnerable as to shift. They could talk more in the safety of his den.
Namjoon nodded his head, acknowledging her questions. It would be difficult to communicate with her in this form; as wolves from separate packs they had no form of psychic connection even if she did decide to shift. Thinking with his knot, Namjoon didn’t want her to shift. He was enjoying her naked human-form far too much, although he was aware that he could get her back to his den much quicker if she too were shifted.
The alpha stood up, put his nose in the omegas hand, then looked towards his back, and sat back down. The omega blinked, cogs in her head whirring as she tried to decipher the message.
“You…are you offering to…am I to ride you?” The omega asked, a little aghast at the suggestion. Had Namjoon been in his human-form, he was sure he would have been unable to suppress his smirk. Instead, he nodded his big wolf head and fixed her with what he hoped was a serious stare. “…Yes, Alpha.”
To his delight, the naked omega straddled him with little hesitation. Something about the alpha’s scent made the omega trust him. She was deep in his territory, uninvited, bringing trouble in her wake, and yet the alpha hadn’t attacked. He was even offering to carry her, an act which was somehow both a little too personal to be polite, and yet gentlemanly at the same time. As Namjoon stood up, the omega made a little squeak of a noise, becoming unbalanced as he moved. The alpha waited whilst she leaned forward to hold him better, then set off at speed.
The omega on his back gripped tightly, holding on as Namjoon ran towards his den. Cautious of throwing her off, Namjoon took something of a more scenic route, one with less obstacles to jump or squeeze under. She was pressed against him, her breasts in his fur as she reached around his neck to use her hands as an anchor. As he ran, the omega slid up and down his back slightly, responding naturally to his movements. The action was evidently pleasurable to the female wolf, his fur tickling between her legs. His fur began to dampen, wet with her slick arousal. Namjoon inhaled deeply, savouring the scent. It was a natural reaction to being stimulated and omegas were known to be touch sensitive, with incredibly high sex drives, but that didn’t stop Namjoon from feeling pleased. Perhaps the omega would let him lick her clean, as a thank you for his hospitality. Shaking his head slightly to clear his lewd thoughts, Namjoon found himself speeding up, anxious to get the omega to the safest place he knew: his den.
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By the time they reached his den, parts of Namjoon’s fur were matted with slick. Rather than put her down at the edge of his den, the alpha carried her straight to his sleeping area and lay down. The omega slid off his back, clearly a little shaky. Her eyes were wide with arousal, her skin flushed. Namjoon knew he should shift, that he should talk to the omega, but his alpha was in full control. This omega wanted to be bred, and his alpha was volunteering.
“Alpha.” Was all the omega was able to say before Namjoon pounced. He knocked her down, skilfully aiming her so that she fell into his pile of blankets that functioned as his sleeping area. Briefly he lay atop her, rubbing his thick wolf cock over her stomach. He wanted the omega to feel his arousal, to know that he knew she had been all but masturbating on his back as he carried her to safety.
“Alpha, please…” The omega trailed off, not knowing the end to her sentence. The wolf crawled backwards, and used his snout to separate her legs. Namjoon pushed his large wolf head up between her thighs, inhaling deeply. Slick smelt better than he could ever have imagined. Opening his mouth, Namjoon treated himself to his first taste of an omega’s pussy.
Namjoon’s tongue was thick, and obviously animal, as it lapped between the omega’s legs. Far too big and rough compared to his human-form, the alpha took great pleasure in sliding his tongue all over the omega’s most sensitive areas. The alpha slid through her folds, pushed into her tight channel and even dared to tease her asshole. The omega was loving it, her insides twisting as she squirmed with pleasure. It was taboo, even amongst wolves, to take pleasure in each other this way. Both humans, or both wolves, but never a mixture of the two. The alpha and the omega found excitement in their forbidden manner of sex.
Looking down her body at the wolf between her thighs, the woman gasped with pleasure, orgasming at the sight. This was so wrong, and yet she wanted to push things further. Scratching behind his ears as he continued to lick her pussy, the omega found her voice.
“Breed me, Alpha. Just as you are.”
Namjoon pulled back, his eyes dark and intense. He’d fantasied about such an act many a time, but he’d never thought it an achievable thing. The omega presented herself to him, turning onto her stomach with her head on the blankets and her ass high in the air. If he’d been in his human form, Namjoon would have praised her for showing him so nicely where his cum belonged. Instead, he gave his thanks by giving her pretty pussy several long licks, enough to make her legs shake.
Mounting her like a bitch, Namjoon’s thick cock pushed immediately inside the omega. She stretched wonderfully to accommodate him, moaning at the intrusion. In wolf-form, there was no slow gentle lovemaking. Only animalistic hard fucking, even if his partner was currently in human-form. Namjoon jackhammered into her, hips slamming at a speed that could only be described as inhuman.
The omega moaned as the alpha wolf fucked her in human form. The feeling of his fur around her was enough to make her moan, let alone the feeling of his enormous cock stretching her out. Namjoon pounded into her, his brutal pace making her drool.
“Breed meee. A-alpha, fuck a litter in me. P-please, please. Need to be full of your cum.” The omega begged. Namjoon’s pace never faltered, her words driving him wild.
A few more fast, powerful thrusts later and both he and the omega were cumming. The omega cried, the alpha howled. Wave after wave of cum was pumped deep into the womb of the human-formed omega whose name he didn’t even know. It was dirty, wrong and Namjoon loved everything about it. He needed to learn more of this omega, he had to have her at his side.
Wanting to keep her plugged full of his cum, the alpha kept his knot inside for as long as he could. They stayed in position, the omega enjoying the taboo feeling of the wolf deep inside her. Namjoon’s much larger wolf body was a warm wall of muscles all around her, his scent flooding her senses. Once he sensed his knot was coming down, Namjoon purposely shifted as he pulled out. His human cock was much smaller than his wolf one, and of course had no knot, meaning that he was able to watch his cum practically pour out of the omega’s pussy. The sight made him growl.
The omega was still shaking, crying softly with overstimulated pleasure. Namjoon wanted to comfort her, but first he needed to finish marking his territory. Namjoon scooped some of his cum from her thigh and pushed it into her asshole. He repeated the action three or four times, making sure his scent was deep inside. As much as they were humans, they were also animals. And as wolves sometimes did, there was a chance another wolf might greet her in wolf-form by sniffing your behind. They’d smell Namjoon there now.
Leaning back, Namjoon admired his handiwork. The omega was covered in his scent, inside and out. With gentle care, the alpha turned the omega around and pulled her to his chest to cuddle her close. As he pressed soft kisses into her hair, she nosed at his scent gland. The alpha held the omega for a long time, doing his best to push out thoughts of safety and comfort. While she wouldn’t be able to receive his thoughts in the same way a packmate could, thanks to their physical encounter the omega would now get the general ‘feel’ of his message. She was safe here, he would treat her with kindness. The alpha and omega were the picture of a happy couple, relaxed and well satisfied after their wild encounter.
“I’m Namjoon of the Kim clan, I’m the pack alpha here.” The alpha said, finally introducing himself. Realising that she hadn’t even looked upon his face in his human-form, the omega pushed up to look at him. Even in human-form Namjoon was large, and apparently strikingly handsome too.
“I’m Jae-hee of the Lee clan.” The omega replied, blushing.
“Lee Jae-hee?” Namjoon’s eyes crinkled as he laughed.
“Yes, I know, I know. I can’t imagine my Grandfather was particularly pleased for a third omega child to be born before an alpha pup. I do believe I was named with such silliness as a punishment for my gender. I go by Jae mostly.” Jae giggled good naturedly.
“Well, then, hello Jae.”
“Hello Namjoon.” The omega blushed once more, as if the introductions were making her shy, despite having been tied to his knot a few moments prior.
“So, in answer to your earlier plea: I grant you permission to stay upon my territory for as many nights as you wish, on the condition that you always hunt until your belly is full. You have my, and my pack’s, protection against slavers and any other threat you may encounter whilst treading upon my soil.”
“Thank you Pack Alpha Namjoon, I owe you a great debt.”
“I’ll happily take payment in the form of your womb.” Namjoon remarked, his eyes dancing with mischief. Despite his words, Jae knew that she could refuse the offer and still remain within the alpha’s territory. The alpha was pushing his luck, not being cruel or demanding.
“Then we have a deal, each night I rest here I shall present myself for your taking - however you shall choose.” Jae pressed a kiss to Namjoon’s lips. His chest rumbled with a growl at the implication of her words. The omega was giving him permission to fuck her as a wolf, or as a man - the decision was his.
“I hope it’s not too rude to say that, I think you look ever so tired, Omega Jae. I do believe it would be in your best interests to take many, many days to rest yourself.” Namjoon teased, thoroughly enjoying the banter.
“Perhaps it shall take weeks.” Jae’s head was inching back towards Namjoon’s, seeking their first true kiss.
“Maybe even months.” Namjoon closed the gap between them, kissing Jae in a way that only an alpha could kiss an omega.