✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: "And through some happenstance, casual and cruel, shaped by the hands of the Moon goddesses, you ended up face to face with what They considered your fated mates. Of course, they didn’t know that - how could they recognize their goddess-given match if you had no scent? As long as you didn’t reach maturity, only you would feel this pull, this constant urge pooling at your lower abdomen when their scents filled your nose and sent your eyes rolling back. You knew your place and it was not amongst royalty."
OR
The one where you find your fated alphas, but they can't find you.
✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔: Romance, Humor, Fluff, Angst, ABO, Soulmate AUs.
✿ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: This is a 18+ work! Minors, please do not interact. Also, there will be mentions of violence and abuse.
(Fanfic masterlist)
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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬
(<<< part three)
”Try it once more, please.’’
”I don’t want to.”
”Please, once more, then we can be done with it.”
”Once more might kill me, Sir Hoseok, and I’ve always wanted the honor of being able to kill myself.”
The knight beside you froze, shoulders tensing to a tight line. “Don’t joke about that.”
You mumbled a quiet apology, bowing your head to read the jumble of letters on the paper in front of you and avoid your mate’s terribly serious eyes.
After hours of practicing reading under the gentle but strict guidance of Hoseok, what once felt like the highest gift someone could give had turned into a curse. As it was, being literate did not come easily and your head felt like it would cave under the weight of all your new found knowledge.
Still, Hoseok remained ever patient, never once losing his temper even when you got frustrated with your own inability to put together vowels and consonants and asked to give up. Throughout the entire week after your near-heat accident, he put aside at least an hour a day - sometimes more - to sit in the corner of the palace’s humongous library with you, watching as you stumbled and whined your way through your delayed education.
After a little over a week of lessons, you could proudly spell your own name and there were no words in your vocabulary that could express the dimension of the gratitude you felt for Hoseok at the moment you finished the last stroke of the last letter of your name on the parchment before you. Your eyes immediately filled with tears, because at last there it was - your first mark on the world made entirely by your own hands and volition.
“My lady” Hoseok called, voice betraying a small amount of panic at your tears. “Is there something wrong?”
You chuckled at his reaction, thinking of another alpha that not long before had also paled before your crying. Clearly, the only reactions you could pull out of your mates were confoundment and agitation.
“Happy tears, Sir Hoseok” you clarified, smiling. “Happy tears.”
He smiled back, lips stretching beautifully into a grin. “Happy tears” he repeated.
Your reaction to your own signature seemed to spur him on, as he invested even more of his personal time into teaching you the joys of reading, going from small achievements such as the alphabet to reading entire lines all by yourself with minimal embarrassment. He pushed you forward, confident in your abilities, even as you whined and complained - an action that in itself proved how comfortable you felt around him, as you never had the privilege to complain about anything back at your own house.
Today was one of those whining and reading days, as Hoseok felt you had evolved enough to try your hand at poetry, picking a small collection of sonnets and other simpler works from the shelves and handing it to you. And you had been doing just fine, up until they started taking a turn for the romantic, the subject changing from the beauty of trees and spring to declarations of love. That had you choking on the words, fighting to read it without blushing or crying - both equally bad in front of your mate-not-mate.
“Keep going” he asked when you stopped and you felt bad enough about your joke about suicidal ideation to carry on.
“And i-if my body was may - uh, sorry - made for something” you said, fixating heavily onto the page so as to resist the temptation to look at Hoseok’s face “let it be love.”
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“And if it was made for someone” he heard you read in a whisper, leaning in to hear you better “let it be you.”
Hoseok almost flinched when you closed the book forcefully, so hypnotized by your voice as he was. If he listened to reason, he would’ve looked away, as it was the proper thing to do when a lady was so clearly flustered, but reason and properness seemed to escape him when you were around. It had promptly fled him earlier, when out of the uncountable options of books available, he chose a poetry one, knowing well enough the psychic damage hearing proclamations of love coming from your lips would cause him.
Something seemed to grow underneath his skin with every moment he spent watching over your progress. At first, he tried to pass it off as a momentary fancy, as one could expect from spending so much time alone with an omega, but the longer it went, the more he came to the conclusion that whatever was taking root in him ran much deeper than just surface-level biology.
It was you. Soft-spoken and quiet little you, with the occasional glimpse or flash of a quick wit you allowed to escape your sky-high walls.
For now, he decided, he would let his feelings remain unnamed.
“There is one more line” he pushed, hoping to hear it from you, resigning himself to the guilt of knowing it would fuel his late night fantasies of which you had been a recent protagonist of most. He lied to himself, thinking that maybe hearing the final lines of the poem from your voice would sound off an instinctual alarm in his head, pointing out something fundamentally wrong in it and then he would finally be able to lay his daydreams to rest.
Grimacing, you opened the book once more and continued the sentence. “Such is the world I hope I was born into” you read, slowly and unsure, frowning over pronunciations that didn’t sound quite right to you and Hoseok held the table to fight the urge to smooth out the wrinkle on your forehead. “I was made half by the moon and I am made whole by only you.”
You paused and he urged “Finish it.”
“I am made whole by only you, my mate.”
Once more, you closed the book, this time truly done with it. Hoseok barely registered the soft thud of it, too focused on the absolute lack of any wrongness in hearing you say the words all alphas craved to hear - but only ever from the right person.
Something was not right and he couldn’t figure out what it was. It was something in this half reaction of his body - he was warm but not burning, attracted but not craving and it was right while hurting from not being right enough.
“You knew this poem” you pointed out, waking him from his reveries.
“Ah, yes” he answered, reaching for the book, examining its leatherbound cover. “It’s my mom’s favorite. She read it to me when I was younger.”
“That sounds nice.”
“I didn’t like it too much when I was a boy” he laughed. “Thought it lacked dragons and epic battles. But I grew to be quite fond of it.”
“Even without the dragons?” you teased.
“Even so, if you can believe it.”
You place your chin on your palms, tilting your head sideways in a way that sent your hair cascading down your shoulder. Hoseok wondered, shamefully not for the first time, if he pressed his nose to your tresses, would he be able to find anything other than the standard and alluring smell of omega.
“Tell me about your mom, Sir Hoseok”, you asked.
“She’s my favorite person,” he said simply, shrugging. “I urge you to not tell that to my father, though.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“She is exceedingly smart. I remember thinking she was the smartest person alive when I was a young boy. I still do. Humorous too. She writes weekly and her correspondence always leaves me smiling. I think she would like you, if you ever had the chance to meet”.
You seemed surprised by his affirmation and he couldn’t comprehend why. Who wouldn’t like you?
Well, Jin wouldn’t. But he had his own issues.
“Mom’s an omega too” he watched as your eyes widened in shock.
“Is she? Truly?”
“Yes. My father and her are mates,” he pointed at the book laying between them on the table. “I guess that explains why she loved that poem so much, doesn’t it?”
You looked down at the book, clearly rethinking the meaning of what you had read. “I’ve never met another omega” you admitted.
“They are very rare. I only know one more, besides you and my mother.”
“I’ve never met a mated pair either.”
“Oh, it’s disgusting” Hoseok complained in a good-natured manner, rolling his eyes at the memory of many moments shared between his sickly in love parents he wished he did not have to witness. “They are constantly holding hands and declaring their undying love for each other.”
“Oh. Disgusting, yes.”
There was something undeniably sad in your tone, but Hoseok wrote it off as longing. Certainly, as it was for alphas, omegas too dreamed about finding their mate.
“Have you found yours? Mate, I mean.”
You answered in too rushed a manner for him to find it all honest. “No.”
His next question, although he tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, seemed eager even to his own ears. “Do you want to find them?”
You didn’t answer quickly, fiddling with your sleeves in deep thought before replying. “I used to. Now…” you shrugged, still with a sorrowful countenance. “I gave up on the notion of it. I do not mean to sound sacrilegious, or to make it seem as if I am wiser than the Moon, but I have come to give more importance to other matters beyond providence or serendipity.”
“Such as?”
“Different forms of connection” you provided carefully. “Feasibility, as well.”
That seemed to surprise Hoseok “Feasibility?”
“There are many ways with which this world can separate what the Moon goddesses brought together, Sir Hoseok. What if a pair of mates lived so far from each other, they never had a chance to meet? What if one had died before their encounter? What if they came from such different lives or status that they could never be considered a respectful match?”
“Surely, some understanding could be spared if they were truly a mated pair!”
“That is a very romantic line of thinking, Sir. But in some circumstances, I would consider it naive.”
“Naive!” Hoseok cried, finding it difficult to cope with your pessimism, when he had only seen the wonders of a fated match. “Do you believe me to be naive for believing in the goddesses wisdom?”
“You misunderstand me” you refuted, calm and serious despite his indignation. “I don’t place any naivety in that argument, I simply think you fail to take into account the ways of the world and our responsibilities and prejudices in it. Do you believe, for example, that the king would be happy to be mated with a beggar?”
“I may not speak for the king. But I would be happy to be mated with anyone and it would not matter their place in this world. And there is no situation they could be in that I would not try to save them from.”
Despite the certainty in his voice, you still did not seem to believe him and that aggravated him even more. “And do you believe you would succeed in all of them?”
“Yes” he answered. “My mate’s place is beside me. Nothing will change that.”
You lowered your eyes, but did not reply, seemingly done with the discussion. Hoseok, on the other hand, could not let it go, unsure of why it was so important to him that you trusted his promises.
“You don’t believe me?”
“I believe you believe that. But so did I, at one point.”
“What changed, then?”
You raised your eyes back towards him, once more with that expression he had thought to be longing, but now with too much anguish for him to confuse with it again. But before you could answer or he could further investigate what could have possibly caused such a change of heart, you were interrupted by the arrival of none other than His Majesty.
Honestly, it had only been by pure coincidence that they had not encountered Namjoon earlier in their studies, considering how much time he spent in the library on a weekly basis.
Namjoon had just started walking to the shelves further in the back, a couple of heavy tomes under his arm, when he heard the voices of both his friend and the omega that plagued his resting hours. He wondered if his unreasonable obsession had worsened and he was now imagining the sound of your voice, but surely enough, there you both were, sitting across from each other in a tense staring match.
“Am I interrupting something?”
You stood, hurrying into a clumsy curtesy. “Your Majest- I mean, Namjoon, hello!”
Hoseok only nodded slightly to his friend, eyes still on you. Namjoon took notice of how neither of you denied his question.
“Sir Hoseok has kindly offered to teach me how to read”, you offered when both alphas said nothing. “We have been practicing for a while!”
“Have you now?”
“Yes! He has proven to be a very kind and patient teacher and I am very thankful for his lessons.”
Namjoon knew Hoseok not to be particularly kind nor patient when it came to teaching his guards. In fact, he was mostly known as a demanding and menacing terror by most recruits, but Namjoon decided not to ruin his reputation and kept quiet. After all, he too would be much gentler to a pretty omega than to sweaty, undisciplined guards.
“Patient, you say?”, he asked as Hoseok avoided his questioning eyes, feigning ignorance.
“Exceedingly so! As you know, I was not taught how to read when I was younger, but now I can even write my own name! Isn’t it wonderful?”
It was and Namjoon voiced his agreement.Just as he did, your stomach made a loud rumbling noise, sending you into a blushing fit. “Goddesses, I’m so sorry!” you apologized, covering your reddened face with your hands. “I guess this is a sign that I have taken too much of Sir Hoseok’s time. I shall take my dinner in my room and leave you be.”
“Have dinner with us” Namjoon offered, watching your face contort into poorly concealed horror and Hoseok’s into a confused expression.
“I couldn’t possibly, Your Majesty-”
“Please, I insist.”
Namjoon didn’t know why he insisted nor did he know why he invited you in the first place. Once more, something had taken over his senses and pushed him towards you despite all reason.
He could see Hoseok from his peripherals, most likely worrying over the same thing as him - Jin’s attendance of their nightly dinners. Jin, who would certainly not appreciate your presence and probably consider it a terrible disturbance and invasion.
Well, Jin would just have to make peace with it. Namjoon had decided he deserved more of your time, as it seemed it had been monopolized by his guard - a fact he unreasonably resented and would further investigate later, as he had never felt any sort of jealousy towards his best friend. As it was, you had been with them for a couple of weeks and he barely knew anything beyond the misfortunes of your life. There was certainly much more to you and he was determined to learn, if only to extend his suffering and break his own heart in a more informed manner.
“I won’t take no for an answer.”
There was a slight tremor in your left eyelid that he chose to ignore when you answered with an uneasy smile. “I guess there’s no point in saying no then.”
Namjoon grinned. “Great.”
“Great” you repeated. The tremors persisted.
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BTS scenario: Yoongi finds you after 1,871 days (3)
Summary: It takes 1,871 days for Yoongi to find you. Five years, one month, and four days. He’s turned over every house in your village, every pack in your province, and chased your family to every distant home you have before arriving to a quaint apartment in the middle of Seoul.
Warnings/Notes: The continuation to Yoongi’s part in this scenario drabble. Please read because it might not sense if you don’t lol. No warnings as of now.
NCT characters will come in. Slight one-sided Taeyong x reader. This is a transition chapter for the next chapter (THE CHALLENGE!!) so it might not be as juicy as the previous chapters, bear with me.
Word Count: 1,610+ words
READ PART ONE HERE
READ PART TWO HERE
“Get up.”
Squinting, you stare up at Ten’s strict form from your place on the ground where you’d rolled after receiving one of his kicks. He looks fucking impeccable, no hair out of place, and here you are, gasping for breath.
Without answering, you pick yourself up, tasting the blood in your mouth from the kick he delivered to your face. Spitting it out, you level him with a glare, gingerly touching your ribs.
Ten narrows his eyes at you, surveying you from head to toe. “Fix your form - try not to get hit this time.”
He comes at you quick, arms light and close to his body, not an ounce of energy wasted. His left foot sweeps under you, nearly sending your sprawling to the ground again. Thinking fast, you jump back, feeling your muscles protest at each of your movements.
Gritting your teeth, you dart forward, going low. You catch Ten just before he springs up, arms around his waist, using your weight to propel both of you to the ground.
You have a better shot at beating the shit out of him in the dirt than upright.
Ten beats at your back, fists first then his elbows, but you hold tight before straddling him with your legs and using your central force to keep him down. You gather your strength to your arms, swinging precisely—
“You—“
“Hey! Lunch is ready!” Taeyong calls from behind you, and that’s enough to break your focus. Ten drives the heel of his hand up your nose, effectively breaking it. You roll away, barely even flinching at the pain and determinedly set your bone with a resounding crack.
Ten looks at you, a little ruffled, with a tiny smirk on his face. “Good choice going low, but that won’t work with a bigger opponent.”
You roll your eyes and turn to the direction of Taeyong’s voice. He’s at the veranda, complete with snacks and refreshments.
“Thanks for the tip. And the broken nose.”
Ten shrugs, “It’s not over ’til someone’s incapacitated or dead. Alphas don’t fight fair - especially with their pride on the line. You’ll do well to remember that.”
The arrival of the small contingent of the Wong pack of Taiwan increased the tension in your small town. Your declaration in the elders’ chamber was met with both surprise and suspicion but you stood unshaken, answering each and every one of their questions - all seemingly surface questions that gauge just how much you’re willing to divulge.
And the answer to that question is — none.
You’ll play your hand when needed. The Wong pack owes you a favor and it’s time to cash it in.
Having caught them early, slipping from your town to the airport, you quickly explain the situation in the van you rented.
“You told them you’re taking him as your mate?”
For a moment, Ten’s deadpan voice got you nervous but then, he laughs - loudly, filling the van with his cackling. You keep silent, your eyes set on the road, missing the barely held-in laughter of the rest of the contingent. At the back, you completely miss Taeyong’s red ears.
You clear your throat before glancing at the rearview mirror, Johnny, the pack alpha looks back at you with a deceptively teasing smile.
“I’m taking this is the payment you’re asking us?” Johnny asked, already knowing the answer. His question acknowledges the big favor you’ve bestowed on them years ago - a favor that no one but you, Johnny, and Taeyong know about.
There’s no beating around the bush. “Yes, but—“
The red light comes at the perfect time and you turn around. Everybody left the shotgun seat alone and you low-key think that it’s Haechan’s idea to turn you into a Uber driver but whatever. Johnny sits right behind you, beside his right-hand, Ten, while Doyoung and Yuta flank Taeyong at the very back seat.
“—it’s doesn’t have to be real.”
“Oof, ouch.” Yuta murmurs, snickering while Taeyong elbows him shut.
“The elders were -are- on my back trying to get my child join the omega’s pack—“
“— isn’t that Youngho’s father’s pack?” Doyoung asks, every curious and vigilant - if not a little too direct.
You nod and in an effort to keep it short, you don’t provide a long explanation. “I already have a feeling that they’re wishing me to lose the challenge. Our town’s traditional to a fault and raising an omega - a male, at that- without any omega influence is at some degree - a crime.”
Another point against me, you don’t say.
“And I don’t want to give them any more ammunition than they already have.”
To sell the lie, the Wong pack collectively decided for Taeyong to stay at your house while the others rent out a whole inn. (“We have to establish the strength of your support,” Johnny said, winking.) After an awkward meal and a half with some suspicious stares from your perceptive parents, overpowered by Yongho’s excitement at his favorite uncle’s arrival, you and Taeyong finally got time for yourselves.
And in an effort to sell the lie further, you two are now facing each other, cramped in your younger self’s bed. The same bed Yoongi left you in.
Taeyong looks at you with big round eyes and an understanding smile, “You don’t have to look like you committed a crime.” He laughs. “This is not a suffering for me.”
You blink yourself out of old memories and shake your head. The nearer the day of the challenge comes, the heavier you feel. There are lots of things that can go wrong - you can lose, you can die, and your child will go to an omega who you’re sure will erase you from your child’s memories, all the while being supported by the pack you grew up in.
And in the middle of it all, is Yoongi.
Yoongi whose place in it all is still unknown to you. It’s as if the years away from him have made you forget that he’s as ruthless as they come when he wants to be. Part of you believed that he’ll never want to be cruel to you.
But then again, it’s been five years.
You swallow and look back at Taeyong. Your lips curve up to a small smile. “This might put you in danger, in case I lose. And I don’t want to take away your choices in life if you do end up as Youngho’s guardian.”
You don’t say anything about what you and he have to do if you do win. You don’t know how far you can stand with the lie you’re selling. Would it come to the point that you’d have to bite him? Mate together?
Why is this the price to keep your son?
(And still, no price is too steep for Yongho. Nothing.)
The male omega shakes his head and bravely links your fingers together. Later tonight, he’ll wrap his arms around you, use your blanket and pillow to link your scent to his, but for now, your fingers touch. “Again, it’s not a suffering for me.”
You know what he’s not telling you. It spills from his eyes and his voice and a part of you wavers, wanting to accept this love fully but guilt holds you back. “Taeyong, I can’t—“
Taeyong’s expression barely shutters, his smile still bright even as some sort of resignation eases its way to the edges of his eyes, “I know.”
A few days after, Yoongi asks if he could have lunch with you and Yongho.
Stuck in the middle of Ten’s training from hell, you’ve sent Yongho to meet his father alone in the small park near your home. Betraying nothing in his voice, Yoongi agreed and promptly dropped the phone call.
Now, he watches his son happily eat a kimbap roll he prepared, his chubby cheeks puffed out as he chews. Yoongi wonders if you’re with your supposed mate, plotting how to win your challenge - and how to take his son away from him yet again.
“Go, spend time with your son,” Hye-joo smiled all too-sweetly. “His transition as our son will be better if he gets much more used to you soon.”
Yoongi opens his mouth in protest but the omega cuts him off.
“Unless, of course, you’d rather not see him ever again?”
Biting his bottom lip, the alpha turns to his son with a question. “Yongho, what do you think of your mom’s friend?”
Yongho tilts his head to the side, looking like a confused kitten and Yoongi has to smile. His son pouts, pondering the question. “Mama has many friends, they’re all nice! Ten-samcheon teaches me how to cartwheel!”
His son’s voice pitches slightly higher in excitement and Yoongi’s endeared. His head fills with so many thoughts. Was this your plan all along? To make him feel like he had a chance only to rip it all away?
Is this the reason why you wouldn’t even consider marrying him? Yoongi thinks back at the velvet box inside the hidden bedside drawer of his room. Because you found someone else?
“That’s awesome, bud. But what about… Taeyong-ssi?”
Yongho blinks at his father. It’s almost unnerving how much his son looks like him - the cat-like eyes, his chubby cheeks, but oh, his smile is all his mother’s. “Taeyong-samcheon?”
Yoongi tenses at the familiarity in his son’s voice and nods, “Yes, Taeyong-samcheon.”
“He’s nice,” Yongho murmurs, suddenly withdrawn, peeking at his father from under his fringe. Though he doesn’t understand what’s going on, he remembers your reminders, and the strange old people always hanging around granpa’s house.
But isn’t papa his father? Shouldn’t Yongho tell him more? Isn’t it a papa’s job to fix things?
“He plays with me a lot back in Taiwan, and he brings me chocolates.” The young omega continues, unconsciously smiling at the memories. “He teaches our omega class too!”
“I see.” Yoongi nods, chest tight at the fondness in his child’s voice, “Do you want to get ice cream before heading home?”
END NOTES: Thank you for all the great comments! This took longer than I expected. It was supposed to be the fight chapter but I wanted to establish Y/N as someone who has bonds (and had a life) apart from Yoongi. It’s been 5 years after all.
They’re both being cautious (idiots) but hey, can’t blame them.Lol.
Hearts are great but comments and reblogs will reach a lot more readers. Let’s spread the love!
↳ Pairing: jungkook x reader
↳ genre: werewolf!au
↳ word count: 6.7k
↳ warnings: alpha!jungkook, omega!reader, omega is in heat, mating, knotting, dirty talk, female solo masturbation, unprotected sex (stay safe!), jk is proud of his size lol, multiple orgasms, pregnancy kink
— synopsis: Having Jungkook as your apartment buddy was a lot to get used to. But with one early day, your heat comes up much stronger than usual, and you were desperate for an alpha’s touch.
A/N: I hope this oneshot can heal all of your thirsty, sexually frustrated souls. Also, this is my first time writing about a/b/o fics so please go easy on me. Please enjoy!
Let’s face it, your college entrance exams were hard enough but finding a decent apartment that was close to your university and wasn’t gender-neutral was harder.
Almost all of the closest residencies were full and booked of students that were about to experience a new chapter of their life. College. You get stressed very easily, and the fact that there are almost no more apartments that accepts only girls freaks you out. You are not going to share a goddamn room with a boy. Hell no.
“Mom…” you mewl as you cradled closer to your mother’s side with your laptop in front of you, “They’re all full.” You whimpered when the words ‘Sorry! We are fully booked right now! Try searching for other apartments that attain your satisfaction.’
“No baby,” she hushes you sweetly, wrapping an arm around your small body while caressing your arm. “Don’t give up just yet.”
Trust me, you were close to giving up.
It wasn’t about the point that you hate boys – you don’t. You just don’t trust them. It’s hard to earn your trust, and your parents raised you like that. Your pack had a history of betrayal and treachery from other wolves, and was once a powerful pack was now fragile and weak. Most of your friends were Omegas like you, but they have Alphas to look after them.
The only Alpha friend… well – he’s not necessarily a friend was a guy from your high school, Hyejun.
He once was a part of the pack but with the influence of his father, they left, leaving everyone in a state of confusion. Packs were always there for each other, it was their sole promise. They were the first ones to leave the group. It was surprising that your father didn’t go to try and kill them instantly. Strangely enough, Hyejun never stopped looking after you. Whenever an Alpha tries to make a move on you, Hyejun would somehow pop in and protect you. That was in high school, though. And now you were in college and you had no idea where he is now.
Just the thought of sharing a whole residence with an Alpha creates creepy tingles down your spine.
It was now a week before school starts and you still have no place to live. Without further thinking, you huffed and opened your laptop.
‘Gender neutral apartments near me’
Your eyes widened when you opened a website that was full of apartments that were still available. “Mom,” you called out, and within no more than five seconds she was right behind you, bending down as she rests her hands on the couch.
“Oh, darling! You’ve finally found a – oh.”
“Mom, I know, it’s the only ones that aren’t fully booked.” You spoke desperately.
“Y/n, daughter,” she sighs and walks around to sit on the space beside you. “If there’s no more choice then I guess we have to take the chances.”
“T-Take the chances of what?”
You mother smiles at you, “You know what. It’s better than to live so far away from your school, yeah?”
You look down, “I guess so…”
“Hey, liven up, baby,” she giggles, “Let’s not worry too much. There’s still a chance that you’ll have a nice young lady as your roommate.”
You pursed your lips, nodding. There was no time to hold up a grudge, you need to do what you had to do.
~
“Y/l/n Y/n.” You told the clerk behind the glass countertop, gripping your backpack and your suitcase tightly. She nods and starts typing on her computer whilst readjusting the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.
“Room 109. Shared with Mr. Jeon Jungkook, am I right?”
“Yeah,” you sighed, slumping your shoulders.
“Great! Here are your keys,” she hands you two keys, “and please let Mrs. Han over here take you to your room.” A middle-aged woman appears in your vision, wearing a clean blazer uniform. ‘A beta’, you spoke to yourself, smelling her scent.
“Follow me, miss Y/l/n.”
She leads you to an elevator and presses the fourth floor. It was a very awkward silence, and you didn’t know what to do but to just stay put in a corner. You know she can smell you. And you wished that she was just another human, just like the woman behind the counter.
She suddenly grabs a hold of your suitcase before you could even touch it, and it made you surprised. She smiles politely, “Let me help you.”
Following right behind her, you both walk along clean white hallways. The floor was glossy black tiles, and the sounds of her heels clicking was the only noise that you could hear – except for the harsh beating of your heart. You were so nervous to meet this Jungkook man, and there were so many questions running through your mind.
‘Was he a normal human? Was he a werewolf too? Is he perhaps an Alpha? Beta? Oh, please, be an Omega. Is he nice? Or would he be loud? I wish he doesn’t smoke – I swear to God if he smokes I’m going to leave this place in a flash.’
“Excuse me miss, we’re here.”
Mrs. Han’s voice departed you from your thoughts and you immediately straightened yourself up. “Oh, s-sorry,” you smile pathetically, readjusting your straps.
The woman just grins and lends you your suitcase back. “Well, I’ll be leaving you here. Please, if you have any questions, you are free to go down the lobby. Other information is stated on the documents we gave you. Have a nice day –”
“Do you know who Jeon Jungkook is?”
Your eyes were wide as you spoke, frantically wanting an answer. Mrs. Han knows what you mean, and she sighs.
“Jeon Jungkook, sweetie, is an Alpha.”
Oh, of course he is.
You were about to throw another tantrum, hell – you wanted to throw up, but she quickly places her hands on your shoulders reassuringly. “Y/n, I just want you to keep safe. He can be a little too much sometimes, but try to make an alliance with him. Don’t get into his bad side, okay?”
You shake your head vigorously, “I won’t.”
“Good, now go in there. We don’t have all day.” She leaves you with a final smile and turns away, heels clicking.
You shut your eyes, throwing your head back. ‘This is my worst nightmare’.
With sweaty hands, you use the keys on the lock and turned the doorknob. You pushed the door slightly, peeking to see if anyone’s inside. You opened the door halfway, and you sigh in relief when you saw no one. “Thank God.”
You pulled your large pink suitcase in and shut the door behind you. Ahead of you were a kitchen and a living room – a decent size for two people. The walls were painted in beige with white trims. ‘I could get used to this’, you thought.
You take a look around, noticing that there were things already placed on some shelves. You cringed when you saw how disorganized the cupboards were. Empty jars of Nutella and peanut butter, expired milk, and many more. Great job, Jungkook.
Speaking of Jungkook – your eyes expand when you see a man who just walked out from a bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his lower body.
You shrieked as you covered your eyes, instantly turning around. You mentally cursed yourself that you know have the image of his half-naked body engraved in your mind. “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t m-mean to!” You stumbled on your words, panting heavily from shame.
Jungkook, on the other hand, clenches his jaw from your sweet and heavenly scent. ‘She’s an omega’, he thinks, and a smirk slowly crept up his lips. ‘Maybe having a roommate wouldn’t be bad after all’.
Jungkook releases a deep chuckle as he stares at your small figure. He doesn’t try to walk closer to you, knowing that it might scare you. He knows he can radiate a strong aura for new people.
“It’s alright, you can turn around.”
His statement shocks you and you shake your head side to side. Funny enough, you still kept your eyes closed with your hands, even though you were already facing away from him. “I-I’m sorry, I can’t do that.”
“But why?” Jungkook pushes, loving your cute reaction, “We’re roommates now, dear, you’ll have to get used to seeing me shirtless.”
You gulp at his words, suddenly feeling your blood rush into your cheeks. Jungkook smirks when he feels the air in the room change, he knows what he’s doing to you. The wolf in him smells your lovely scent, and he indulges himself in it. He slowly walks closer to your body until there’s a one-foot distance. Your breath hitches up, afraid to breathe. ‘I need to calm down…’
“I’m sorry if I react like this, sweetheart. It’s been a while since I’ve encountered a female omega. I forgot how addicting their scent can be…” he trails off, the last sentence spoke in a mutter as he leans his head down to the crook of your neck. You flinch when you felt his hot breath on your skin, goosebumps arising.
“You don’t have to be nervous. I don’t bite.” He says smugly and you can practically feel the smirk wearing on his face. You jump when he places both of his hands on your hips. “H-hey—”
He swiftly turns you around so you were now facing him. His hair was still damp, some of it covering his eyes. You couldn’t even dare to look down, yet you can see how muscular he was on the very bottom of your eyes. Your stare wavered when he made eye contact with you, his eyes holding so much authority and control.
“May I get your name, pretty girl?”
You chew on your bottom lip with the petname he gave for you, eyes blinking twice – three times.
“Y/n.”
“Y/n,” your name rolls out of his tongue so perfectly, his voice so pleasing. “Nice to meet you, I’m Jungkook.” He smiles, showing off his pearly whites. That smile that probably makes a lot of girls – and boys – heart to flutter. Every word you knew was stripped out of your head as you didn’t know what to reply.
Realizing that you were still on his grip, you held onto his wrists and pushed them away from your body.
“U-Umm, nice t-to meet you.” You force an awkward smile, gripping the handle of your suitcase tightly to ensure your balance.
Stepping back, you finally see a clearer vision of his appearance. He was tall – really tall, probably a head and a half taller than you. He was built really nicely, his figure strong to protect his pack as he was born to do.
Jungkook cocks his head to the side, smiling smugly when he notices you staring at him for far too long.
“Oh, I-I’m so sorry… I better get to my room now.” You mumble, proceeding to go…actually—you didn’t know where you were going.
“Here,” he chuckles as he moves your hand away from your suitcase and he grabs a hold of it instead, “I’ll show you your room.”
You follow Jungkook behind him and let me tell you, his back muscles were unbelievably impressive. ‘Why isn’t he ashamed by all this? He’s only wearing a towel, for god’s sake!’
“I’m sorry I didn’t clean the area, I wasn’t told that you were coming today.”
“Oh, I’m sorry about that. But it’s okay though.” You replied, smiling politely even though he can’t see you.
He leads you to a white door and stops in front of it. “After you,” he smiles and you thank him quietly, the blush on your face still clear and evident. You open the door and you smile brightly when you see how spacious it was. You walk further inside and notice the neat, twin-sized bed.
“I promise you that this room was locked when I got here. The management only opened this when you booked it.”
You ran your hands on the soft mattress of the bed, “Did they clean it?”
“Of course they did, sweetheart.” He chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest.
Your eyes widened for a split second before you clench your jaw. “Stop calling me that,” you fight the urge of blushing once again, not making any eye contact with his own burning irises. You didn’t like what you were feeling – you didn’t like that you felt so frail under his overwhelming watch.
“You’re body’s telling me something else though, Y/n.” he walks around to face you with a sly smile plastered on his face. You didn’t look directly at his face, but you were faced right in front of his built arms. Some beads of water were still tripling down his skin and cause you to gulp. His biceps flex involuntarily, beautifully-toned abs right in front of your view. It was mouthwatering. You tried to fix your direction somewhere else, but his body was just begging to be seen.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You mumbled. Jungkook doesn’t say anything else – thankfully – and he smiles at you.
“Well, I guess I’ll be leaving you here. Please make yourself at home,” he steps back with a handsome grin, shaking his wet hair away from his eyes. “You’re free to do anything, just don’t eat my food, okay?”
You crease your brows together, wanting to chuckle at his statement, “I wasn’t planning to.”
“Good.” He proceeds to walk to the door, “See you around, Y/n.”
~
“Must you always stay quiet all the time?” Jungkook suddenly plops beside you on the couch, interrupting your daily reading session. You can see his face close to your left shoulder on the corner of your eyes, trying to analyze whatever you’re reading.
“Well, a person doesn’t blabber around when they’re reading, huh, Jungkook?” You snap, clearly annoyed at him. You were just about to enter the goddamned war scene of the story. “I’m sorry that I don’t give you the attention you always want.” You roll your eyes, fixing your gaze back on your book.
Jungkook looks taken aback from your words, causing him to raise a single brow up. “Hmm, someone’s got a sharp tongue.” He leans closer to you, making you feel timid. His mouth was so close to your ear, and his breathing sent shivers all over your system. “I never would’ve thought that you can be so bratty,” he growls the last few words in a deep voice.
Bratty? You shifted in your seat, feeling a little bit weird. You didn’t like to be called a brat, it makes you feel degraded.
“I’m sorry,” you ended up saying that in a whisper, cautiously lifting your head to look back up at him. Jungkook’s heart beats faster on his chest, seeing your big eyes staring at him so innocently and so cutely.
Oh, the things he wanted to do to you.
Jungkook chuckles, “It’s okay, sweetheart. How’s abooouuut…” he drags, scooting closer to you, “How’s about I treat you to lunch? You know, get to know each other a bit more. I’ll pay.”
You didn’t hesitate to nod your head, agreeing to his offer. You instantly placed your bookmark and closed the book as you sprinted back to your room to get ready. Anything for free food.
Jungkook laughs at your adorability, watching you shuffle excitedly. He brings his hand up to his lip, playing with it. He was just as eager as you are – but for different reasons.
~
It’s been approximately nine days since you’ve been living with Jungkook, and let me tell you, it was a tough nine days.
You would’ve thought that he would lose this sultry and sensual attitude of his around you after a few days but no. It stayed with him. Sometimes it would get very tiring with all of his teasing and suggestive comments but you held your guard up.
Unfortunately, Jungkook found your weak spots. Jungkook knows what words to say to get you all riled up. He just knows what to do just to make you weak in the knees, and knows what to say to have goosebumps raise on your skin.
Yet thankfully, he never touched you. It was because of the way he presents himself, the aura that he carries with him makes it feel like he owns every place he walks into. But then again, he’s an alpha, and they can take whatever they want in just a loud growl.
But there was no lie that he’s really handsome. He had a perfectly sculpted face, not a single flaw ever to be spotted. His long hair that would go past his ears always looked breathtaking on him, especially when wet.
You would be blind if you said that he wasn’t attractive and fine.
~
You woke up drastically with your chest heaving up and down, your breathing not normal than it should be. You can feel sweat trickling down your spine, all over your neck and your forehead. You felt hot.
Immediately springing into action, you throw the covers away from your body and you remove your pajamas, leaving you in your shirt and underwear. You nervously bite on your lip as you step your foot on the cold floor and made your way through the darkness of your room into the bathroom.
“Oh my god,” you gasp, eyes expanding in utter horror when you see that your pill bottle was empty. “No, no, no, no, no!” You immediately shuffled through every drawer and cupboards and prayed that you’ll find an extra bottle somewhere. “Did I not pack extra heat suppressants?!” you whisper-shouted to yourself, eyebrows joining together in frustration.
How stupid can you be?
“Okay, okay, calm down,” you paced back and forth, combing your hands through your sweaty hair. Your first instinct was to call your mom, but god it was 5 am in the morning and you didn’t want to wake her up, especially on a Monday where she goes to work. What the fuck were you going to do?
You definitely weren’t going to risk the chances of going outside of your room. You don’t want Jungkook to see you, not at this state. You mentally cursed yourself when you can feel your slick slowly dripping down your thighs, making you whimper involuntarily.
You closed your eyes tight, taking a deep breath. Walking out of the bathroom, you instantly made your way to the door of your bedroom and locked it. You just have to lock yourself inside your room until your heat is over.
Laying yourself back on the bed, you wondered if the pills you took yesterday didn’t work. You started your heat two days ago, and you even made sure that you’ve scheduled your pills.
But as time passes, the feeling never went away. You couldn’t sleep. You could feel yourself getting hotter and hotter as each second passes as hair was stuck on your neck and forehead. You tossed and turned all over your mattress, feeling frustrated and needy.
This scared you, not going to lie. It was your first time witnessing yourself in heat without the suppressants, and you didn’t know what to expect. You emitted loud whines and penurious whimpers, calling for some release. You wanted something, you wanted someone.
~
Jungkook groaned when he wakes up and hears the alarm from his phone. He reaches his arm out to grab the device and shuts off the annoying sound with his eyes half-open.
5:30 AM, it reads.
He gets up and switches on the light, blinding him for a couple of seconds before he rubs both of his eyes with a yawn. It was time for his Monday workout session. He prepares himself and changes his clothes to some black gym shorts and a black cut-off sleeve shirt, paired with his usual sneakers. He takes his phone and advances out to the kitchen.
Jungkook was humming softly to himself, filling his large bottle up with warm water from the dispenser.
“Oh, I forgot my headphones,” he said to himself and proceeded to turn around, but a strong scent hit his nose like a truck.
‘What?’
‘Umm…’
‘What the fuck?’
Jungkook’s eyes expanded ten times bigger when a sweet and savory scent filled up the air. He walks closer, sniffing the air until it leads him right in front of your door. Jungkook was now breathing heavily. It was his first time in a very long time to smell an omega in heat, and he doesn’t know if he can control himself any further.
“A-alpha…”
Jungkook’s irises turn red right after he hears your soft but desperate whimper. He growls when he felt his blood rush down to his cock. Jungkook wanted to burst right in, to help you through your heat. You were desiring for an alpha, and he was right there, but he didn’t know that your room was locked not before he tried to open your door.
This brought him back to his senses.
He immediately steps back before anything gets more carried away. He rushes to grab his water bottle – ditching the headphones and immediately runs out of the room with a heavy breath.
“Shit shit shit shit shit!” the half-wolf chants as he makes his way towards the elevator with heavy steps. His breathing was rapid, almost making it look like that he was about to faint. He was going mad; he has never smelled an omega that sweet and delicious. It was like a new smell for him. His hormones were going crazy, his mind in a state of lust and desire.
He sighs in relief when he sees no one inside the elevator. Once he pressed the correct floor and the door closed shut, he couldn’t help but grip his hand tightly to the metal rails, knuckles almost turning white. Jungkook usually knows how to keep his control, but something about you just makes him mad.
He growls deeply as the sound of your sweet whimper fills his mind, replaying over and over again. He imagines you, looking so needy and in need of a release below him. He wants to help you, help you release that sexual frustration out of you. He craves to dominate you; your cute, little body. Your voice sounded so cute, so delicate that turns Jungkook on to the max. The word ‘alpha’ rolled down your tongue so smoothly, and he wanted to hear it again and again.
Jungkook tries his absolute best to calm himself down, closing his eyes as he takes several breaths.
~
“A-alpha…” the word came out in an eager tone, desperate for something. Your body was drenched in sweat and you felt slick frantically dripping down your thighs.
Your body took over your mind. All you can ever do was to dread for a mate while your hands teased your hardened nipples through your shirt.
You wanted an alpha. You wanted Jungkook.
As messed up as it was, you were dreading for your roommate to touch you. You were dreading him to mate with you, feel his big member inside of you.
“A-aahh, puh-please,” you mewled into the darkness, bucking your hips into nothing. Your body shivered when you snuck your hands under your shirt and tweaked your hard buds. “I c-cant…” you threw your head agitatedly from side to side, your skin itching from the desperate need of contact.
“Oh, whatever,” you spoke in gritted teeth while sliding your right hand down, cupping your dripping wet core. You immediately shivered from the oh-so-delicate touch, closing your eyes tight. You carefully rubbed your clothed cunt, your fingers immediately dampening as your slick transferred to your fingers.
With your other hand massaging your boob, you hesitantly slipped your hand inside your underwear, biting your lip.
“Mmnggf, my god,” you gasped when your fingers touched your sensitive clit. Without waiting any further, you rubbed the bud hastily as waves and waves of pleasure shoots through your system. You ran your digits down your folds, teasing your pulsing hole by poking the tip of your finger in. “I… a-aaah,” multiples mewls escaped your swollen lips when you rubbed your clit even faster, applying more pressure to escort you to a release.
“I wanna cum…” you begged to no one, “I wanna cum so badly.” You almost wanted to cry with the hopelessness in your body. You arch your back in an uncomfortable way when you pinched your rock-hard nipples once again.
“Please… make me cum, Jungkook.” You whispered.
You imagine that it’s him. You imagine that it’s him doing all of the work for you. His long, slender fingers that can unambiguously do more than your own can. You imagine his big, well-built body hovering over you, controlling your body and making it his.
“Alpha…” you can feel a heavy knot forming inside of your stomach, signaling that you were close. You didn’t hold back your cries of pleasure as your hips buck into the air, your fingers moving faster on your pussy. “Please please please…”
A loud moan escaped your lips when you felt hot cum running down from your drenched cunt, and you didn’t stop to make sure everything didn’t go to waste. Your thoughts were clouded with immense pleasure, your body going into a series of quick trembles and shudders.
‘One more time.’
~
Jungkook kept clenching his jaw, his grip on the exercise bike tight. He should be focusing on his workout routine, yet all he could ever think about was you.
‘Were you going through your heat?’
He’d praise you for actually being considerate and locking the door; because if you didn’t, all hell would break loose.
But if he did walk in, would you accept him? Would you let him touch you, let him take over you?
He couldn’t help but ponder that maybe it was all just the pleasure that was speaking for you, and not Y/n herself. He wouldn’t like it if you’ll regret everything when you get back to your normal state.
These thoughts were circulating Jungkook’s head, not until an hour later when he’s officially calmed down. He hesitates to go back inside the room, but he has no other choice.
~
Jungkook.
You can smell him.
Without thinking any further, you jumped out of your bed and ran outside to the living room where your eyes set on a messy-haired Jungkook, shirt stained with sweat while he was downing his water bottle.
“Y-Y/n?” he asks carefully, eyeing you with caution.
You abruptly forgot that you weren’t wearing any underwear, and he can easily smell your arousal from a distance. He notices how your face was so flushed, hair in tangles and you breathing was uneven.
“Jungkook—” you whimpered quietly, pleading him as you walked closer to his frame. Jungkook shakes his head as he steps away from you, noticing his adam’s apple bob as he goes to the very corner of the room.
“Distance, Y/n. I-I don’t wanna do anything you don’t want.” Jungkook rasps, trying his fucking hardest not to pounce on you.
The shirt that you wore only covered a little bit of your wet pussy and your sweet scent filled the entire room in a flash. Jungkook was losing his mind, eyes threatening to roll back from your smell.
“No, please,” your eyes drooped, tugging at the hem of your shirt frustratingly, “I want it, I really, really do.” You sigh. When Jungkook didn’t respond, you took the chance to continue. “I-I ran out of heat suppressants. My heat is too strong today a-and I can’t take it any further.”
Jungkook clenches his jaw. He notices the glistening slick that was slowly creeping down your thighs, and he wanted to punch a wall. He growls lowly to himself, feeling his dick harden again.
“I’ve already cummed t-three times today, but I need more.”
The alpha raises his eyebrows from your statement, “Three?” he chuckles, crossing his muscular arms together in front of his chest, “That’s quite a lot, isn’t it, sweetheart?”
There he goes. There he decides to tease you. You’ve learned that you quite love his teasing, and it makes you even hornier.
“I know, but all this time I was thinking about you, Jungkook.” You spoke quietly as you walked closer to him.
“Y-Y/n, are you – oh fuck, are you sure about this?” he tries to say, but your smell was overflowing his mind and it was difficult for him to formulate words. “Do you know what you’re about to do? Hmm?”
“Yes, I’ve never been surer. Please,” you were now right in front of him, and you heard him growl dominantly as he towers over your height. “Please mate with me.”
Without wasting any more time, he suddenly lifts your little body and carries you to his room, shutting the door behind him. He drops you onto the soft bed and you crawl up to rest your head on his pillows. Jungkook smirks down at you while he removes his shirt, revealing his beautifully-toned abs that had just the workout earlier.
“My little, desperate omega,” he scoffs, “begging for another release, aren’t you?” he hovers over you and leans down to lick a bold stripe on your neck. You croon your head to the side, allowing him more access. You let out a moan when he starts to suck on your delicate skin.
“You just want an alpha’s cock to satisfy you, huh?”
You nod briefly, followed by a quiet mewl when he removes your shirt, revealing your breasts to him. “Hmm? Is that what you want? Want this little pussy to be filled up with some big cock?”
“Hnngf, yes, yes, please,” he starts to suck on your hard nipples, biting on it playfully which makes you arch your back. He removes his mouth with a loud pop, “Filthy little girl.”
Your nerves were firing, feeling blazing hot and excited. You were fantasizing about this for so many hours now, after all of the unsatisfying releases – you have finally got what you truly wanted. Your hands were clammy and your mind was in a blissful mess, but you didn’t care. All you wanted was him; right now, at this moment.
“Let me have a taste of you, baby girl,” he growls as he hovers down to your core. He inhales your savory scent and his dick twitches. Your pussy was so wet, dripping in juices and stained with cum from your previous orgasms. Jungkook’s arms sling around and under your thighs, parting them together to give him a better view.
“Fucking hell, you’re drenched, sweetheart. Is this all for me, hmm?” he doesn’t even give you the time to respond when he abruptly licks a heavy stripe from your clenching hole to your clit. The sudden feeling sent electrifying currents all throughout your body, “Oohhh, yes. I-It’s all for you, Jungkook.”
“You don’t know how much I’ve been thinking about this sweet little cunt, baby. I’ve been wanting to have a taste of you since you’ve first stepped inside this apartment.”
He drives his tongue back, this time alternating between licking numbers on your folds and sucking on your swollen clit. His tongue worked wonders on you, causing your hands to fly down to tug on his long and wavy hair. You try to shove his bangs away to have a better view of his mouth on your pussy.
“Ohh my god! Like that, keep doing that, please,” you breathlessly moaned, shutting your eyes from the pleasure. You felt him smirk between your pussy which made you clench onto nothing.
You whimper from the loss of contact when he leans back, wiping his lips with the back of his hands. “I’m going fucking mad on you, baby. You drive me wild.”
Your eyes fly to where his right hand is as he cups his hard length beneath his shorts. He proceeds to rub it firmly, teasing you as he makes direct eye contact. “You want this, huh?”
You nod desperately, bringing your fingers up to your lips to give them a suck.
Jungkook chuckles sinisterly and finally pulls the clothing down, and your mouth immediately waters from the sight.
He was nice and long, his girth impressive as precum dripped down the tip of his dick. He strokes his length a couple of times as he carefully examined your expression. “You like it?” he smirks, “You want it inside you, huh?”
He chucks the clothing to the floor and hovers above you, his dick now right in front of your entrance. “Are you sure you want this, Y/n?” his eyes suddenly turn soft after being invaded with lust, “Are you sure you want me to be your mate?”
You try to smile at his question, “Yes, yes I do, Jungkook. I want it to be you.” His heart swells up, but he feels like melting into a puddle after you’ve continued: “Do you?”
Jungkook laughs quietly as he strokes your hair with his hands reassuringly, his gaze looking so caring and loving. “Of course I do, Y/n. I’ve always thought that you were the most beautiful girl that ever existed, even if we only met a couple of days ago,” he chuckles. “The most precious, kind, sweet, and delicate girl I’ve ever seen. I wanted to be yours so bad. I want to protect you, wanna take care of you forever.”
He nuzzles his nose close to the crook of your neck, shaking his head which causes his hair to tickle you. You giggle and Jungkook smiles, pressing a delicate kiss on your lips. “You don’t know how much I need you.”
“You can have me, Jungkook. Claim me as yours.”
And with that statement, he was quick to growl as his cock twitches in desperate need. He tugs on in a couple of times before aligning it on your entrance. “I’ll go slow, okay little one?”
You obey his words as you nod. You felt the tip of his dick pushing inside your hole, slowly and carefully filling you with his thick cock. He was even bigger than you were expecting, filling you up in all the right places. “O-ohh my god!” you moaned out, lips open in pleasure as you felt your thighs quiver.
“Mhmm, your pussy’s squeezing my cock so good, baby.” He places his big hands on your hips as he pushes further, his eyes rolling back from how tight you are. “You feel so fucking good.”
He wasn’t even halfway in before you felt yourself close to an orgasm. You wrap your legs around his hips, pushing him deeper inside of you. “I-I…a-aaaahhh!”
Your fourth orgasm of the day hit you like a huge train, covering Jungkook’s cock with your cum. You were clenching uncontrollably around him and he couldn’t help but shove the rest of his length in without any warning. “Fuck! B-baby, you’re gonna make me lose my shit.”
He stays still inside of you, letting you calm down from your previous high. But you can’t help but notice his heavy and ragged breath, growling every now and then. “J-Jungkook, you can move now.”
“Y/n,” his voice suddenly becomes deeper and raspier, “I-I might not be able to hold myself ba—oh s-shit—back.” He closes his eyes tight, moving his hips very slightly. “Please tell me that you’re a hundred percent okay with this. I don’t want you to r-regret anything.” He said in a heavy pant, pleasure for sure taking the best of him. Jungkook was overwhelmed with all of the waves of senses being thrown at him all at once. Fuck, just the thought of your cute little tummy carrying all of his pups makes him want to fuck your brains out.
“Please, Kook,” the alpha smiles at the nickname, “I really, really want this. I don’t regret any of this. I want you too as much as you do, so please, just fuck me already. Be my mate, please.”
Jungkook chuckles, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip, “If you say so, baby.”
Immediately, he starts fucking you with a deep and hard pace. Your eyes instantly roll back to your head as you start seeing stars. He was literally trying to fuck your brains out.
Your fingers claw on his back, scratching his skin which made him hiss, probably from the pain plus pleasure it brought. This only encouraged him to go even faster and even harder than before.
“Such a slut for this big cock, aren’t you? You wanna be filled with my cum, huh? Wanna carry my pups?”
You moan delightfully from his words, clenching around him from the thought of having his puppies. “Yes, yes. Give me your pups, Jungkook,” you whimpered.
“You want it, huh?” He snarls, smirking down at you. Suddenly, his right hand flies to your neck and he wraps his whole palm around it, choking you. You whimper, not expecting to be so turned on from this action. He presses firmly on your neck, his dominant and assertive side coming out.
You feel so nice and full around him, his cock hitting so deep inside of you. His balls were fervently slapping on your pussy, making wet lewd noises that resonated throughout the room. He was growling on top of you, bruising your thighs as he continues to pound on your sore, little cunt.
He finally releases your neck but only to grab your hips with both of his hands, flipping you around so that you were on fours. “Face down, ass up, baby girl.”
You mewled as you did as you were told, burying your face on his pillows. His hand spanks your ass cheek once, twice, three times, making you whimper loudly. His smacks were hard and sharp, and you were sure that your skin will turn red in no time.
Jungkook continues thrusting in and out of your sopping cunt, pulling all the way until just the tip for him to slam his whole length in you. Your body jolts forward, as he does this action again and again. “Hmm, such a nice, tight pussy you’ve got.” He teases your cunt by gliding the tip of his dick up and down your soaked folds, collecting more of your wetness. “This is all mine, right sweetheart?”
He firmly slaps his dick on your clit a couple of times to get an answer from you. “Answer me, Y/n,” he groans.
“Y-Yes, yes, it’s all yours, Kook.”
“That’s my good girl.”
Jungkook only had one goal, and that was to fuck you into another mind-blowing orgasm. His hips move faster and his cock was deeper with the new position, allowing him to hit your sweet spot. “O-oh! Right there! R-right there,” you moaned, tears brimming in your eyes from how good it all feels. Your hard nipples were rubbing on the sheets, helping you and providing more pleasure.
“Right here?” He gives one particular hard thrust on that same spot, making you moan out his name.
“Are you gonna come for me, baby? Make your body tremble, your pussy clenching on my big dick, hmm?” He keeps pounding on your g-spot, bringing you closer to the edge yet again. “That’s it, baby. C’mon, come for me.” With his last words, you instantly release around his length, squeezing him up as you shake. It was all so much for you to handle, yet Jungkook still holds your body so tenderly as you cummed.
“Y-Yeah, fuck,” Jungkook pants, “so good, m’gonna cum inside you, sweetheart. Gonna fill those walls with my cum and you’re gonna keep it there baby.”
Jungkook chases his high and before you knew it, his cum was spurting inside of you, hot and long strokes of his seed shooting on your walls. He gasps and leans down, your back pressed firmly against his chest as he holds you close.
“Take it, baby, take it.” He grunts, and he doesn’t hold back the loud moan that escapes his lips when he feels his knot getting bigger and bigger. Your eyes suddenly go wide from the feeling. It felt like someone was blowing a balloon inside of you.
“Jungkook… wh-what’s happening?” You asked quietly, trying to push yourself away but he just groans and pulls you back firmly.
“J-Just stay here, baby. You’re safe, you’re okay.” He reassures you as he tries to calm his breathing down.
“How long will this last?”
“A couple of minutes,” he laughs quietly, “can last about an hour or two. We don’t know.”
You giggled, “Now we’re closer than ever, huh?”
“Yes, baby,” he leans down to kiss your lips tenderly, full of love and affection. “Quite literally.”
Jungkook is a strong omega, known to be silence, emotionless and very competitive that every pack wants. Jungkook decided to stay with Namjoon’s pack but that doesn’t mean the other packs will stop until his on their side.
Namjoon’s Pack are different from the other packs, since everyone in his pack are alphas and no betas, and that’s what attractive Jungkook to be with them.
“Anything about the other packs?” Namjoon asks his members in a meeting everyone was except Jungkook. “Nothing. It’s too silence.” Yoongi says suspicious. “I see.” Namjoon says. “Also, something’s wrong with Jungkook.” Jimin starts, all eyes on him. “What do you mean?” Jin asks, he’s the alpha medic of the pack. “I don’t know how to explain.” Jimin says. “He’s like, smiling at us, talking more, always touching us.” Taehyung says. “Actually, I noticed that, yesterday his hand didn’t leave my shoulder.” Hoseok says. “Maybe, his just getting more comfortable about us.” Namjoon says. “Jin?” Yoongi asks him. “For now I can’t remember anything bad associated to that, anything to be honest, so I don’t think we need to worried about it.” Jin says. “Time to go to school boys.” Namjoon says to Jimin and Taehyung.
Jimin and Taehyung leave the meeting and go get Jungkook so the three of them could go to school, on their way Jungkook stay in the middle of them talking and putting his arms on their shoulders, so they were closed to each other, too closed.
Hours have passed and school went normal except the weird behaviour of jungkook who seems getting worse, they didn’t mind the touches, they only thought it was weird since Jungkook doesn’t act like that.
“Now this thing is suspicious!” Taehyung says to Jimin while they were outside school waiting for Jungkook. “Right? Jin needs to give him a check up or something.” Jimin says and looks at the school entrance seeing Jungkook walking towards them, only to be stopped about another guy, not a normal guy, an alpha from another pack.
“Do not touch him.” Taehyung says serious to the guy in front of him. “Just leave.” Jimin says and Jungkook clings himself to the two man arms a little scared. “I will, but he won’t stay long if you neglect him like that.” The guy says looking at Jungkook hands and leaves smirking. “What the hell was he talking about?” Taehyung says. “No idea.” Jimin says. The three men went home and talk about what happen to Namjoon who was watching Jungkook cuddle with Hoseok who was playing video games.
For the next two days, Jin has trying to find out what was wrong with Jungkook, but he found nothing, Jungkook just wanted to be near everyone, skin to skin, Jungkook has being clingy to everyone, hugging, kissing cheeks, holding hands, crying watching movies. “What is going on?” Jin thinks to himself while reading his books looking for something about it.
Talking about the omega, this one was sleeping next to the sleepy alpha, Yoongi, who wakes up by feeling extra warm. “Jungkook, what are you doing?” Yoongi asks confused. “Sleeping.” Jungkook answers putting his head on Yoongi chest. “Then go to your bed.” Yoongi says getting up. “No! I want to sleep here.” Jungkook says almost pouting making Yoongi look at the omega even more confused. “Kid what...? Kid! Hey! Why are crying?!” Yoongi asks. “It hurts Alpha!” Jungkook cries, his body trembling. “Shit, you don’t mean? SHIT! JIN!” Yoongi screams. Jin and all the members hear his scream so everyone runs to Yoongi rooms. “What’s? Oh my god.” Jin says looking at Jungkook. “His in heat.” Yoongi says. “So that’s why.” Jin says, now everything making sense. “Let’s put him in his room from now.” Jin says and him and Yoongi put Jungkook in his room and locked it. “What’s happening?” Namjoon asks, everyone cringy hearing Jungkook cries. “Jungkook started being clingy because it was the sign that his heat was coming and I guess that is today.” Jin explains to everyone who finally understand what’s happening. “So, what now?” Hoseok asks serious. “How we are going to help him?” He continues. “Well, he was clingy to all of us so...” Jin says. “So he wants all of us.” Namjoon concludes. “At the same time?” Yoongi asks shocked. “I guess.” Jin says. “Poor kid.” Yoongi says.
The pack decided what to do to help Jungkook and let’s just say, everyone was very happy during that week.
Note: I’m not very familiar with Alpha and Omega AU so I hope you like it! @rainbow-bunny-bts
This will be like an overview of pack dynamics, but if you want you can ask for certain circumstances! 💜
They could be short scenarios that I can add onto or full on asks💜
Jin - beta
Yoongi - alpha
Hoseok - alpha
Namjoon - pack alpha
Jimin - beta
Taehyung- beta
Jungkook - alpha
Y/n - omega
Jin
* He is really good at calming everyone down
* Since he is the beta he doesn’t mind helping his other pack members/loves to settle their emotions
* He naturally has caring motherly instincts but they just come out full force when he is around any of his younger pack members
* When he is in his wolf form with the others he cuddles them up
* He likes carrying you when he is in his wolf form because you are just so small and cuddly
* He’s so good at calming everyone down no matter what form they are in
* And he can essentially sense peoples moods so it’s pointless to try to hide any negative emotions from him
Yoongi
* He’s very protective of everyone
* He might not be the main alpha of the pack but that doesn’t change the fact that he is willing to help keep everyone in line and safe
* He’s really cuddly with his members even if he pretends to not like it
* He’s in his wolf form a lot but he prefers if at least one other person is also in their wolf form with him
* So he’s not as alone
* He really likes when you are in wolf from because you will ride on his back
* But even though he is cuddly with you and his other mates doesn’t mean he won’t try to scare anyone away from you
Hoseok
* He’s just such a happy wolf
* A lot of the time he could be mistaken for a puppy if it wasn’t for his huge size
* He loves messing around with the maknae line and nipping at them if they are in their human form while he is in his wolf form
* Even though you would technically be apart of the maknae line he doesn’t nip at your ankles
* But you don’t mind nipping at him if the roles are reversed
* Even though he is an alpha and doesn’t mind using that to scare anyone away from hurting his pack he usually isn’t strict
* None of the alphas are strict though to be fair
Namjoon
* He’s so protective of everyone
* And really just loves being cuddled
* Especially when it’s late at night and everyone’s having a pack cuddle by the fire place
* He’s just so fluffy though that it gets warm really fast when you cuddle with him
* But no one dares move away from him because he will pout
* But it’s nice that he’s your own personal heater in winter
* But no one would expect him to be so cuddly because he usually shows him being the perfect pack leader to the world
* But you all know differently
Jimin
* He loves being pet and petting
* So really he doesn’t mind what form anyone is in he will still pet them
* And he loves playing with your hair
* He loves jumping up onto anyone who is close to him for a cuddle
* And he just gets even more cuddly when he is in his wolf form
* More often than not he ends up cuddling with you because he knows you don’t have the heart to push him away or deprive him of cuddles
* Even though he is a beta he could be mistaken as an omega because he’s so cuddly
* But his beta shows a lot if one of his mates is upset
* Because he just wants everyone to be happy and content
Taehyung
* He loves messing with anyone who is in their wolf form
* He will sneak up behind them and pull their tails
* He doesn’t do it hard
* Just enough to annoy them
* So whoever’s tail he pulled will tackle him
* And lick his face until he can’t stop giggling
* And he will nip at his other pack mates tails
* Which ends up very much the same of him being tackled for it
* But it ends up with a bunch of cuddles so it’s ok
* He might be a beta but he is so cuddly
* He knows you never get sick of cuddles so he always seeks you out to hold onto
Jungkook
* He’s so protective of you
* He might be the youngest alpha but that doesn’t change the fact that he needs to protect you
* You’re the only omega and he would hate if anything ever happened to you
* He doesn’t mind Messi g around with you
* In fact he loves to mess with you but in public he will usually be holding you in some way and watching other people carefully to make sure you will be safe
* But once you get home he will continue to latch himself onto you
* Because you are their omega
* And he needs the reassurance that you are ok
Ot7
* Overall the pack works perfectly together
* And all of them are so protective and gentle with you
* Because not only are you the youngest but also the only omega
* And they need to make sure to keep you safe
* No one can steal their precious baby from them
* And everyone breaks stereotypes
* Because they are so cuddly and affection with each other
Jungkook is a proto alpha (Mister Big Alpha) who has made his way on social media and is now a famous rapper.
Taehyung is literally a nobody, a delta. He's studying art and working in a non profit organization trying to help deltas to be seen and heard. What happen when they meet?
(I'm really sorry for any mistakes. English's not my first langage.)
BTS scenario: Yoongi finds you after 1,871 days (1)
Summary: It takes 1,871 days for Yoongi to find you. Five years, one month, and four days. He’s turned over every house in your village, every pack in your province, and chased your family to every distant home you have before arriving to a quaint apartment in the middle of Seoul.
Warnings/Notes: The continuation to Yoongi’s part in this scenario drabble. Please read because it might not sense if you don’t lol. No warnings as of now.
Word Count: 1,500+ words
READ PART TWO HERE
It takes 1,871 days for Yoongi to find you.
Five years, one month, and four days. He’s turned over every house in your village, every pack in your province, and chased your family to every distant home you have before arriving to a quaint apartment in the middle of Seoul.
Inside the car and behind the tinted windows, Yoongi stares up to your apartment. It’s small, but it comes with a balcony where clothes hang to dry. He recognizes a familiar red blouse, and a blue jumper.
What he doesn’t recognize are these: a small pair of shorts, a school uniform, and a plain shirt - all in a size of perfect for a child.
1,871 days is a long time but you split it like this: the time before Yongho and the time after Yongho.
It didn’t take long for you to leave the pack after that night with Yoongi. You knew then that if you drag your feet, you’ll never be able to leave. So, with your family’s promise and blessing, you packed your bags, your savings, and your heart and boarded the next plane out of the country.
You didn’t think Yoongi would look for you (but you hoped, desperately, sometimes even too much) but still, you took serious precautions. Running away with an alpha’s child is not a slight offense regardless of the reason.
With no family and no friends, you hunkered down in the outskirts of Taipei. You watched summer turn to fall, and then by winter, your arms are warmed by the small bundle of joy that is your son.
Yongho is a precious boy, with your nose and lips, and Yoongi’s feline eyes. He’s curious, energetic, and affectionate, and not a day goes by that you’re not thankful for his presence.
When he turned three, and with no new news of Yoongi coming from your family, you opted to return to your homeland to finish your post-graduate studies. You never planned on hiding Yongho from his father forever, but for years after you left, your family urged you not to reveal yourself.
The pack has splintered, stay hidden until everything settles. They are invoking the old law.
And so you did, however, now, circumstances have changed.
“Yongho, I’d like to introduce you to someone.”
Yoongi watches a few steps behind you as you kneel down to your child’s height. Even with your crouching form, he still couldn’t see his son’s features. He’s small for his age, he muses, just like he was in his youth.
Yoongi hears a sound of high-pitched approval from his child, before your lips curve into a familiar smile.
“Good,” you say, “Why don’t you change clothes and then you can join us in the kitchen?”
The little boy scampers away with a giggle and you silently turn to Yoongi, leading him to the kitchen.
Your apartment isn’t small, but it’s not large either. The kitchen is quaint with herbs growing on the small window by the sink. Yoongi smells the leftover scents of bacon, milk, and eggs from the air mixed with the tea you placed in front of him.
For a while, it’s silent and Yoongi takes care to observe you.
It’s been five years but somehow, the difference startles him. Though your features remained the same, there’s a certain hardness to it now, like a polished sword - a calm protective air.
“Mama! I’m ready!”
Your scent immediately spikes with warmth as you hear your son’s steps down the stairs. You turn in your chair, catching him so readily in your arms.
“I combed my hair too, see?” Yongho peers up to you with a smile, one of his front teeth missing. Smiling fondly, you touch his hair lightly. “I see that, my love, good job.”
Yongho grins before turning and glancing at the man with his eyes, sitting at the other end of your dining table. His smile wobbles at the seriousness in the man’s face but he perseveres. He’s a guest, mama said.
Seeing that Yoongi has caught your son’s attention, you clear your throat. You’ve never lied about your son’s father ever since he first asked about it when he was three, and so this conversation shouldn’t be hard.
“Yongho, this is Yoongi, your father.”
The secondary gender’s characteristics manifests early into puberty. However, with the advancement of science and technology, people have found a way to determine an individual’s secondary gender as early as they’re 6 months old.
You tried avoiding these tests for Yongho to give him a shot at a regular, unburdened childhood but it became unavoidable when you tried to enroll him to his first pre-school class.
It had taken all of your family’s dwindling connections to scrub the records clean but even that isn’t enough to keep the news from reaching the elders ears.
Your son, little Y/L/N Yongho, is the rarest of them all - a male omega.
And so you called Yoongi. It’s less of him finding you, and more of you allowing yourself to be found. With nothing left to possibly do, you reached out to the only one you think can help.
Things have settled quite quickly, your son is young, forgiving and eager. At the sight of his father, he quickly warmed up and you watched Yoongi struggle faintly at the overwhelming energy of your pup.
They spent the whole day in his room, watching movie after movie, and playing with every toy Yongho owns. He even showed his father his drawings, most of which were of the town you lived in Taiwan.
“So that’s where you went.” Yoongi observes, finger touching the crayon drawing of you and Yongho making pineapple cakes.
The sun has already set and Yongho’s knocked out in his room. The two of you are once again across each other, on the other sides of your mahogany kitchen table.
“Yes,” you respond calmly, “We stayed there for three years.”
Yoongi breathes, closes his eyes and tries not to think of you, heavily pregnant and alone. There’s time to discuss the past, but that’s not today. Still, he couldn’t help the bitterness seep into his voice, not after he’s known what he missed for five years.
A son, a beautiful son.
“Had I known you’re craving pineapple cakes, we would’ve sent for it.”
I looked for you, he wants to say, I nearly went mad, looking for you.
You let out a pained chuckle, “Funny. I actually couldn’t stand it when I was pregnant. Yongho loves them though.”
“Why am I here?” Yoongi cuts, his alpha rearing its head. That’s our blood she hid, it snarls, our seed, our son - she took him away!
Wordlessly, you took out a red envelope from under your seat. The familiar seal of the pack elders broken into two. You slide it towards Yoongi and watch as he reads it contents.
You watch as his eyes grow sharper and his jaw clench reading the request of the elders. He too, has changed, you observe. The wild energy you’ve associated with him is gone, perhaps veiled under the surface.
After all, an omega’s chosen alpha should be a man of discipline.
“They can’t do this,” Yoongi grits out. “It’s against the law to take a child from their family.”
You shake your head, nights poured over the texts of your youth heavy on your mind, “The pack only recognizes families of mated individuals.”
Yoongi’s eyes flicker at your unmarked neck and his alpha curls into himself. Unmarked. Our son’s mother is unmarked, it whimpers. Before he could speak, you continue on.
“I’ve read the books, and sought advice from the Wong pack of Taipei, there are two ways to avoid this—“
Marriage, Yoongi thinks, and the box in his pocket suddenly weighs a ton. He’s carried it around for five years, hoping to find you.
“—but since mating is out of question—“ a flash of the old you passes in your eyes, and Yoongi opens his mouth to protest, but you don’t stop.
“— I’ve invoked the ancient law.” You pause, taking a deep breathe. “A month from now, I’ll be battling the primary alpha of the pack for the custody of our child.”
Yoongi gasps. The primary alpha… is Jeon Jungkook, one of their strongest and most devoted to the omega. He’ll tear you apart if she so asks.
Yoongi startles when you push your chair back, standing suddenly in front of him. Your eyes are brimming with unshed tears, but your back is straight, as you kneel down- your forehead to the ground, a few inches from his feet.
“Min Yoongi, alpha of the Min family, father of my son, my former betrothed — for all that we were and we cannot be, I beseech you.”
Yoongi’s alpha is snarling inside his head, confused, scared, angry at your thoughtless decision and his own thoughtlessness that lead you here. It’s a visceral reaction - an alpha doesn’t bow to another alpha, but here you are.
Everything for your son.
“If I lose, take our son. He needs your name.”
END NOTES: Well, this got out of hand. There’s a lot unsaid between these two and a lot of time passed by between the them in the drabble and this one. Let me know what you think! I’m thinking of where to bring the other hyungline members’ plotlines still.
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Should I continue Yoongi’s story? What do you think will happen?
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