“Jungkook is the son of the pack Alpha and therefore heir of the titel. You are an omega and utterly out of his league. This is the story of how, against all odds, you and he became true mates.”
Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x f. omega!Reader
Genre: Werewolves!AU, childhood best friends to enemies to lovers!AU, Angst, Romance, Smut
Warnings: This story contains ABO dynamics, cursing and angsty themes, as well as topics of abusive parents, illegal omega trading and very sexually explicit scenes. Also, it includes Jungkook as a protective, strong Alpha which is the most lethal warning tbfh. If you are sensitive to such topics, I advise you read with care.
Chapter Count: 3/3 ✓
a/n: I decided to make a chapter index for Alpha!Kook because his universe is growing and we need a place for all of his stories. I don't want to talk about how hot he is in the header because I won't say anything decent tbfh
The Beginning - Alpha
“Jungkook is tasked by his father – current Alpha of the pack – to deliver you – an innocent omega – to your future husband, who purchased you through illegal omega trading offers and who is known to publicly torture omegas for sport. Problem is, you and he are former childhood best friends with too much tension to work through and Jungkook can’t stand his father’s disgusting business methods.”
Genre: Werewolves!AU, childhood best friends to enemies to lovers!AU, Angsty Romance, Smut
The Wedding - Bonded
“You didn’t think that having Jungkook save you from an abusive arranged marriage by marking you would mean that you would have to marry him instead. Yet here you are. Bonded to him for life, with his father threatening to ban you if you fuck it up and with your marriage night one step away. It wouldn’t be that scary if you weren’t aware that his family doesn’t bond with omegas.”
Genre: Werewolves!AU, forced marriage!AU, childhood best friends to lovers!AU, marriage night!AU, Angst, Romance, Smut
The Marriage - Scents
“Life as Jungkook’s mate is everything you ever dreamed of. He is there for you, he keeps you safe, fulfills all your wishes and fucks you to complete satisfaction. Life as your mate is, well, it’s how Jungkook always imagined having a home feels like. Because his life as his father’s son isn’t easy, but with you by his side, it finally doesn’t hurt anymore. When one night, Jungkook comes home feeling like shit because of his father, you decide to show him that he can always count on you to be his comfort and his distraction.”
Genre: Werewolf!AU, True Mates!AU, Married Life!AU, Angst, Hurt & Comfort, Fluff, Smut
•••> Warnings: imagined smut, blood thirst, aggressive yearning, mention of masturbation (taehyung), dream manipulation/sex, multiple orgasms, fangs and venom, touching in sleep, PubliclyNude!Tae, werewolf knot, reference to kidnapping, misuse of werewolf bite, slight thighriding, sleep stimulation, bro these dudes are kinda creeps, but give them a break they haven’t had sex in literal centuries
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Another growl, this time formed into a short few words and clearly from Sir Kim as you watched his upper lip pull up in a snarl to say them, had you trembling and clutching Lord Kim’s shirt in fists.
“She is mine.”
And his eyes were glowing bright gold.
“Taehyung,” Lord Kim bit out the man’s name with such aggression that you furrowed your eyebrows and looked away from the shocking color of Sir Kim’s eyes. The Lord’s mood shifted terribly, leaving the fragile and well-mannered persona behind to reveal a dark and insidious one that glared with poison at his brother.
He regarded you with such sweetness and care before- where had that man gone?
The warning tone of Lord Kim’s voice carried a note of something impending. As if a grave mistake was about to be made.
“She is normal.” He pulled his lip back and hissed the sentence out.
Normal? What the fuck does he mean ‘normal?’ You just turned to look back at Sir Kim again in confusion, curious for the brother’s response and hoping that it would somehow lead to answers.
When you caught his gaze again, his eyes were back to their mocha color, calm and collected despite the shock that became evident on his brows. Had you imagined the glowing of his irises?
“Impossible.” He whispered. The disbelief hinted by Sir Kim’s response only left you wondering more and spurred you to think of ways to make your presence known within the predicament- a move that would indefinitely grant you the relief that you sought. You sure hoped you were normal because this situation definitely was not.
Unable to stay silent, you stepped away from Dr. Bergenov to place yourself between the two men- an unconscious, physical effort to cut through the tension with your body. Bolanle moved in the background, rushing to shut the broken door as best as she could.
“What is going on here?” You wanted to use much more colorful language given the increasingly odd circumstances, however, you were still attempting to act professional in front of your potential employer and wanted to avoid using curse words. Lord Kim remained silent as he watched your movements with a stoic expression.
“What’s your name?” Sir Kim seemed to completely disregard your question, settling to let himself slightly approach you as he smiled slyly. Lord Kim advanced from the other side of you in what seemed to be a possessive stance. You had just made yourself the center of the physical situation, yet it became apparent to you that you had already been the center of attention with the way both men continued to look at you when you glanced in each direction.
You stuttered out your name in a whisper, voice giving way under the tense pressure the two men put down. “Y-Y/N.”
Sir Kim smiled softly, genuinely, and licked his lips. “Y/N. What a beautiful name.”
Your whimper was just barely suppressed as he said your name. Your name belonged on his tongue. Was meant to pass through his lips for the rest of your life. Sir Kim Taehyung was born to say your name and you wanted more.
The build up of your reaction in your chest was unexpected, yet you were able to catch it before it vibrated your vocal cords. Still, Sir Kim’s lips parted and his eyes dropped to your mouth as if he had heard you suppress yourself. Did he?
Your heart skipped as the two came so close that you could reach out and touch them without moving. Internally, you were panicking. Gone was the horniness of the prior moments. In its place was true, gut-wrenching anxiety.
“Back off.” Lord Kim spoke sternly this time, mood shifting- yet again- into that of a defensive warning. His warning was given as if he was trying to protect you.
“Why?” Sir Kim puffed his chest out haughtily as he spoke. “I already told you that she called me here. You cannot interfere with that even if I am on your grounds.”
Lord Kim was quick to reply to his brother’s cocky nature. “And I already told you that what you speak of is impossible. She did not call you here.”
“And how do you know that?”
A brief moment of silence and a lack of breath by the people in the room in anticipation bought you the time you needed to interject once again. You figured that then was as good a time as any to give your input so as to remind the others that you were still in the room.
“Sir Kim, with all due respect, I don’t even know who you are. I don’t have your number or anything.”
The brothers paused as you spoke and stopped looking at you to look at each other. An unspoken understanding had been reached.
“H-“ Sir Kim choked on his spit. He had to swallow before speaking again. “How?”
“I am wondering the same as you, brother.” Lord Kim walked over to stand beside the man who looked to be in several states of shock all at once.
You were rightfully upset- frustrated even- as they had spoken like they were hiding the biggest secret in the world all the while completely ignoring the fact that you were still in front of them. Frankly, you felt like a child. Even with your temper increasing and your mind reeling, you were able to predict that you would not be getting answers from the men.
Instead, you turned to face Bolanle and Dr. Bergenov with the determination to move on in mind. Your first impression of the brothers was effectively ruined and you were effectively fed up- and frustratedly confused.
“I’d like to be shown to my room now, please.”
Bolanle was quick to jump at the change of pace. “Of course, Ms. Y/L/N. Right this way.”
Both men growled, making their displeasure with the sentiment known, but, instead of worrying about the weird occurrences that were happening, you simply brushed it off. It wasn’t even noon yet and you were already done with the day.
“I’d rather she stay here for now, Bolanle.” Lord Kim stepped away from his shirtless brother to reach a hand out towards you. “I apologize for all of the chaos, Ms. Y/L/N. We’re just not very used to newcomers is all.”
You were still perplexed and needed to get away. “I’d still like to go to my room and settle down. That boat ride had me feeling a little woozy.”
Upon feeding the room the lie, the two younger men approached you with looks full of concern. What was up with these dudes?
“Then we must not keep you any longer. We apologize for holding you up.” Sir Kim stepped forward in the midst of sliding on a dark grey t-shirt. In the back of your mind, you screamed for him to take it back off.
Dr. Bergenov placed his hand on your shoulder and turned you to face him while pulling you away from the commotion. Thank god for the distraction. You felt like you could’ve made a fool of yourself at any moment.
Honestly, the lust from before passed so fast that you were left in shock whilst realizing that you would be staying at the place for an entire week. You could still feel the remnants of your arousal in your underwear, however, you wanted nothing more than to go and change out of them due to the amount that made you feel a little gross. The thoughts of your indecision to stay would wait.
“This way, please.”
You closely followed Dr. Bergenov away from the watchful men, slightly uncomfortable and still frustrated. Could you deal with all of it?
If what Bolanle said was true, then Sir Kim would not be around very often and you would be left alone with the head of the estate. Although you enjoyed the thought of avoiding the drama with Sir Kim’s absence, your heart twisted when you imagined being away from the man for too long. Somehow, you had managed to develop an attachment to him in the few moments you had seen him.
The attachment, uncanny to any emotion you had ever felt before, promoted your body to wish it was in the arms of the men. It pushed your heart to soar at the thought of being with both of them, needing to expand large enough so that it could encompass your love for the two. It wanted to become everything it could possibly be to make them happy.
Love? Why?
The woods of his vampire companion’s estate were his home for centuries. He knew every tree, rock, river, and plant that made itself known under the light of the sun, connecting with their flow as only a werewolf would.
So when a new frequency entered his mind, drawing him away from the woods and into the confines of the lifestyle of mankind, Kim Taehyung knew.
It was his Calling.
Taehyung was in his lupine form, basking in the warm rays of the sun, when his heart felt the difference shifting it until the beats became irregular. It became so slow and sluggish that his body was forced into its human state. At around eighty beats per minute, a normal heart rate for humans, his blood was unable to maintain the curse of the lycan.
His name was whispered amongst the trees only once as he stood on two legs for the first time in months, creating a flow of life straight to the home of his vampire brother with a breath of femininity that caressed his insides. The whisper bulldozed its way through his rhythm of calming solitude, kickstarting his adrenaline and need for his mate despite slowing the beat of his heart to match his other half. It tainted the world around him for the path to become clear- almost as if the universe was granting him the favor of making it easy for him to proceed into the arms of his target.
The Call was unnatural in the sense that it was not born of earth but of blood. The Call of the wild was welcoming as a home, providing safety and reliability for the werewolf; the Call of the Mate was warm and exciting, electrifying his nerves with the need to stray away from the security of a mother and into the seductive and passionately loving possibility of mating. There was no denying that the Call, an expression of need, had to be answered without hesitation.
The entire process of transforming into his human state and recognizing your Call took a mere few seconds. Six miles away from Seokjin’s abode, Taehyung sprinted on bare, human feet to get to you. With his heart restricting him from phasing back into his preferred form, he growled lowly in frustration yet bounded away on human legs. Luckily, he was still much faster than any human could ever hope to be.
With the prevalence of the difference between the two calls came the immediate tether to the reality that the gods had finally given Taehyung his purpose. Having gone unidentified since the night he was bitten, his purpose maintained its anonymity for too many years. Frankly, he had given up on it. His purpose was pushed aside for the sake of serenity and contentment with his new form.
Taehyung screamed and clawed at the ground, sobbing as he was forced into phasing by his creator. The man smiled proudly, devilishly, as his newest child succumbed to his curse for the initiation ceremony. He wanted to watch his creation form into the tiny wolf pup that Taehyung was, loving the idea of growing his empire of werewolf children.
Taehyung hated that his creator just leaned against a tree to watch him instead of helping him. He absolutely loathed that he had the power to force him into a transformation at any time.
It had barely been a week since being bitten if Taehyung recalled correctly. He struggled to remember how many times he watched the sun set past the haze of the other being awoken within him.
The bones in his arms shifted first, painfully rearranging themselves to become inverted at the elbows. The peach fuzz covering his skin grew thicker and darker with every breath he took. His cries turned into howls and his nose began the agonizingly slow process of protruding from his face.
The recently-bitten werewolf begged his creator to not make him go back to the form of the beast, yet his creator only grabbed him by the scruff with a sickeningly sweet smile on his face and uttered the word laced with the magic of the Alpha.
‘Turn.’
His creator was purebred, rare due to the fact that he was born- not bitten. It gave him the automatic inheritance of the power to turn an unsuspecting human in the dead of night who just so happened to be drunkenly wandering down an alley after losing his friends.
The tavern that Taehyung left that night was the last of truly human society he would enjoy for the next five years. Stolen away from the world to serve as a pawn of the cruel werewolf’s ways, enjoying the years of his supposed prime became a pipe dream.
Upon initiation into his creator’s pack, Taehyung became one of the many unwilling betas to the Alpha. He was always told that he was lucky his creator didn’t assign him the magic of an Omega. Life as a pack bitch would be brutal and unwelcome for his unwillingness to completely submit. His only comfort in his new life was the memory of home.
Taehyung remembered how he had been taken over a sea to get to where his Alpha kept the pack. After a few years of serving and gaining some of his trust, he had finally garnered enough courage to ask where they had made their home.
“Kamchatka. We are on the Kamchatka Peninsula.” The Alpha was sitting off to the side, watching the younger pups enjoy their small freedoms of brief ‘playtime.’
Taehyung blanched at this information, knowing fully well that this meant he was in the nearly undiscovered territory of Russia. There were rumors of small native tribes scarcely placed across the land, however, there was no form of comfort in knowing that the closest he would have to any sort of Joseon law enforcement was thousands of miles away, across the Sea of Japan and the Okhotsk Sea.
“Why?” Taehyung almost whimpered the question, the gravity of how messed up his life had become weighing heavily on his conscience.
“Tell me, Beta, have you ever been hot since coming here?”
Taehyung couldn’t say that he had, yet he had no idea what Alpha was asking. The beast within him willed him to reply despite the alpha already knowing his answer and his hate for the way the other addressed him. “No, Alpha. The weather here has always been perfect.”
Alpha laughed almost immediately after Taehyung finished speaking and it only left the young shapeshifter more confused. “Are you aware that the warmest weather here is about half that of Joseon?”
Frankly, Taehyung hadn’t noticed. He never thought about the consistent layer of snow that covered the ground or the frost that coated his eyelashes each morning when he woke up. The weather was simply comfortable for him, and if it wasn’t pointed out that it was significantly colder on a practical level than his own home, he would never have given it any thought.
“I wasn’t aware, Alpha.” Taehyung’s response to his alpha was honest and automatic.
“Of course you weren’t. Poor thing. Us shapeshifters are much warmer than humans and we need cooler temperatures to remain comfortable.” Alpha mused, smiling softly, and placed his hand atop Taehyung’s curly hair. “A beta like you must always rely on your Alpha to learn.”
“I understand, Alpha.”
It took ten years of servitude to his alpha before Taehyung noticed him weakening. He kind of pitied the man a little.
Shapeshifters did not age so long as they continued to channel the cursed magic of the lycan. The fact that Taehyung nor his pack mates could age meant that they were all cursed in the eyes of the human world and blessed in the eyes of the supernatural, yet they immediately noticed something was off when their alpha had his first heart attack.
The pack scrambled around, unsure of what to do, as the shaman tended to the Alpha within the walls of his home. Shouts and whines of worry despite the rough upbringing for most of them was a given, their entire world kept together by the man who wrongly raised them. Even Jeongguk, one of the older betas, was concerned.
Many of them were newer creations, unaware that a werewolf having a heart attack was not normal. Taehyung himself was stressed, unsure of what would become of his future if his alpha passed. Would he die with him? Would someone else become the Alpha? Could a bitten even become an Alpha?
What if he could become the Alpha?
Wishing for peace and quiet in order to ponder, Taehyung left the territory. He didn’t stray too far, wanting to be close by when something happened- he blamed this desire on his forced connection with the leader of the pack- and settled on climbing a tree to watch the sun set on the mountains.
“He shouldn’t have turned so many of you.”
Kim Taehyung wasn’t used to things sneaking up on him- he had amazing hearing and an outstanding sense of smell- so when the man’s voice rang like bells throughout the trees from right beside him, he screamed and fell from his spot. His back hit the ground with a loud thud while he stared up at the space where the voice came from.
A man stared down at him curiously, head cocked to the side with wide, almond eyes. Taehyung’s first instinct was to peel his lip back in a warning snarl, yet he fought it when he finally caught wind of the man’s scent.
He smelt absolutely putrid.
Taehyung gagged once whilst staring up at him. His eyes even watered a little.
The moment only lasted for a few seconds before Taehyung was spluttering out his response. “W-what did you just say?”
“I said,” The man dropped from his branch and landed effortlessly on his feet, the impact of gravity doing nothing to affect his stature. “He shouldn’t have turned so many of you- your alpha, I mean. It took too much magic from him.”
“Who are you?” Taehyung asked the man with mixed feelings of confusion and defensiveness, getting up and brushing some of the pine needles off his clothes.
“My name is Seokjin. I’ve been watching you for a while, Taehyung.”
“Why have you been watching me? And-” Taehyung scrunched up his nose in disgust, unable to conceal his reaction to the vile aroma. “-and why do you smell like that?”
Seokjin chuckled lightly and turned his eyes to face the descending sun, wearing an almost wistful expression. “We are natural enemies, after all. It’s only natural that I smell bad to you too.”
Taehyung cocked his eyebrow, not knowing what creature could be an enemy to a beast. He decided that he would address the idea later. “And why have you been watching me?”
“I was tasked to look for you, but I had to keep my distance when I saw the pack of wolves surrounding you, I’m afraid.”
“Well, you definitely did a shitty job of that. It’s been fifteen years since I went missing.”
“I had not taken up this task by then. I made this oath only a few years ago, although I apologize it has taken me so long. Shapeshifters are very difficult creatures to find.”
“Yeah, okay. Apology accepted, I guess. Can’t really do anything about it now…” Taehyung sighed and looked to the ground, pushing a few dead pine needles aside in thought.
The two men regarded one another for a bit, letting the sun’s rays recede from the land to let the night rest across the trees. Even in the dark, Taehyung could see the other man perfectly and he knew that the other man could see him too.
“So, who tasked you with finding me?” Taehyung asked.
“I believe Haneul was your grandfather.” Seokjin leaned against a tree as he said this.
Taehyung was shocked for a moment. Grandpa Haneul died eight years after he was bitten. It took Seokjin seven years to find him. “When did you swear this to him?”
“Oh, back in 1629. You were still a pup then.”
Taehyung was very suspicious of Seokjin. Something within him stirred with the need to attack yet he kept the desire to take action at bay for he did not know the man in front of him. Why did he seem so threatening? How did he find him?
“How did you know my grandfather?” He asked.
“Your grandfather was one of my human representatives.”
With the knowledge that Kim Seokjin was not human, he was left wondering what exactly the man was.
“Your human representative? You need humans to function for you in society? Are you a shapeshifter as well?”
“No, Taehyung. I am no shapeshifter.” The man’s laugh was darker as he turned his entire body to face the werewolf. The hairs on the back of Taehyung’s neck stood on edge and his spine prickled with the phantom feeling of canine piloerection.
“I am a vampire.”
Taehyung huffed for air as he neared the clearing of Seokjin’s estate, knowing his brother was inside by the deep-sat, familiarly pungent smell radiating from within. He also smelt the aroma of his mate, living, and breathing, within its walls.
By the gods. She was right there.
Before Taehyung could do anything further, the full, uninterrupted scent of you took over his mind and caused his future to flash before his eyes in the form of a daydream where you- whoever you were- accepted his knot and bore him countless pups as a bitten werewolf by his side.
He lost it. Completely and wholeheartedly, the animal within him that he was so used to embracing, roared with power.
In the blink of an eye, he was slamming himself into the doors of the mansion whilst whimpering the ghost of your name. He could feel it dancing along his tastebuds, leaving a lick of possibilities snaking between and over every one. Taehyung felt it draw from within his lungs, begging to be spoken, yet his mind was not yet made aware of it. He was desperate to know it so that he could attempt to regain control over the beast inside, yet the small grunt of wasted effort to magically acquire the knowledge of you tugged at his heart and drove him more harshly against the door.
His body barreled through the wood with momentum just strong enough for him to slightly stumble over the slight ridge at the bottom of the doorway. Taehyung hadn’t actually stumbled since he was a mere pup and the action snapped him out of his craze with the thought of how clumsy he was. Despite the mild shaming he was giving the beast, all ceased to exist as you stood before him, your wide-eyed gaze attached to his body with the undeniable allure to him.
You were beautiful.
With your attention, the werewolf couldn’t help his biological reaction to jerk his dick towards you, wishing to bring you into his embrace and attach your skin to his own. By the gods, he wanted to feast on you and make you his and give you everything he had to offer.
But then, his brother stepped in the way and the beast began to surface once more in an effort to take you into its protection.
He knew that his eyes were glowing, a sign of aggression and warning to anyone they were directed to, but as you looked his way and became so close to attaching your gaze to his war-eliciting one, the second side of Taehyung whimpered and cowered away. It wished to keep anything remotely close to violence as far from you as possible and bowed down below your attention. Just like that.
And then, he learned that you were human. He had a human mate that had complete control over the one he struggled to tame for centuries.
He thought back on the fact as he watched you leave the foyer with a dangerously precise gaze. His wonder only increased tenfold when Seokjin informed him that you were unaware of his world- he should’ve known this; no unmated human was to know of his kind.
Taehyung should’ve figured it out when his heart slowed to the heart rate of a human in the first place. There was no reason for him to be this caught off guard since he was given ample time to process his own human form. He was much too deep into his mission to court you to even think about what could possibly become of his mate with a slower heartbeat.
In the face of his shocking discovery, he was still transfixed.
You were the finest specimen he had ever laid eyes on. He wondered why it had taken the goddess of his kind so long to present you to him- how dare she prevent him from meeting you? It was truly a crime.
His eyes started their journey at your feet and trailed upward, noting the way the hint of muscles underneath the skin of your legs engaged with every step, until they stopped at the material of your skirt. Taehyung began squinting in a fruitless attempt to feast his eyes upon your pup-bearing body and resorted to using his hearing and sense of smell to detect the nectar of your womanhood when his eyes failed.
The sound, ever so quiet, would be impossible for you to notice, yet he heard the way your skin rubbed against itself as your natural lubrication covered it. The juices running along your folds as your legs moved only drew him in further, practically begging to cover his knot as he buried it within you. Taehyung only grew needier to have you when you began walking up the staircase away from him.
Your slick had come out gushing only a few minutes prior and he smelled it all with an exigency to consume you. To mate you. To have you.
You. His Mate.
Sir Kim Taehyung felt saliva escaping from the side of his mouth as he drooled. His teeth throbbed, wishing to give you the bite so that your body could transition into a more capable state- capable of handling him in his entirety. He knew how to channel the magic of the Alpha, a skill practiced, honed, and mastered after decades of work, yet never used it with the memories of how his life was taken from him by the bite.
Taehyung had never felt the urge to turn another. It felt wrong to want to bite you. He was a lone wolf with a slain Alpha- he had Seokjin to thank for that- and had never wanted to host a pack of his own because of his inability to connect with anyone on a pack level. Jeongguk came close but their upbringing was too traumatic for them to risk repeating. They parted ways after mutually suffering flashbacks. Still, they kept in touch.
But you- Y/N.
You stood before him with a level of defiance and fire that demanded to be noticed underneath your calm and collected facade. He noticed it begging to break free from your control as his beast clawed away at his own. You fought against her without even knowing who she was.
Her- his Luna.
Your gaze contained her. The one he had been searching for forced herself to be known in your eyes. She struggled against you to meet his beast, revealing to him that you hosted your own beast that was just as needy for him as his was for you. How you were able to contain her was lost on him, for a human controlling a shapeshifter’s inner being was nearly unheard of- even if that inner being resided within you.
The fight for control, he knew, would be the end of you if he wasn’t careful. Even the mate of a wolf could not handle the passion of a wolf as a human. Taehyung’s raw, supernatural strength was capable of shattering your bones and tearing you to pieces.
You were entirely too breakable. He couldn’t trust himself to try to mate with you without courting you first. He’d need to prep you for mating, knowing that the last step beforehand would be to give you the bite. Taehyung was mentally ready to- you’d just need to be ready then.
Still, he couldn’t help the allure of fucking you in your fragile state. Your human body was most likely limited to the simplicity of human sex, the mind-blowing adventure of fucking a supernatural having been kept from you. Taehyung wasn’t worried about your prior escapades nor jealous of them as he noted that you carried the slightest scent of another man’s essence on you. He thought of them as a warm-up for you to take him.
Kim Taehyung would conquer your body until you thought of no one but him. He entertained the idea with a smirk on his face.
He’d drive himself into your human sex, relishing how tight you would be around him. Taehyung’s beast hummed delightfully at the idea, finding pleasure in the power trip it would give to have so much control over your wellbeing. Although the beast had no wish to hurt you and recoiled at the idea, the thought of you being so soft and malleable beneath it was pleasing.
Taehyung growled defensively despite his cock nudging at the material of his trousers. He did not like the idea as it was inhuman, wishing nothing but to tend to your every need like your personal bitch. The beast both hated and loved the concept. What an exciting game to play.
Taehyung would do everything you wanted regardless if he got the chance to knot you or not because he was to be your lover and mate- the one you would rely on when you were in need. He didn’t need the sex as long as he got to hold you at the end of each day.
But by the gods, if he got to knot you.
Taehyung had suffered many ruts before, willing them to pass more quickly when his beast took over and found itself pressing its cock into the riverside’s mud. The beast always found this method of relief to be the quickest, needing the wet and sloppy sensation of the cool earth to alleviate the pressure building within its knot. He spent days cumming into the ground before his mind even cleared up and the post-nut clarity hit. He’d wash away the beast’s evidence in the river, needing to clear away the unclean feeling as swiftly as possible.
But with you, he’d need to feel no such disgust. Instead, Taehyung bathed in the idea of how absolutely sloppy he could make you drip with his spunk. If you were allured to him as much as he thought when he saw your pupils widen upon meeting his own, you would have no problem staying fused to him as he gave you load after load of his seed throughout his ruts.
He’d hold you to him throughout all hours of the night, willing you to stay awake just so he knew you felt how pregnant he was making you. He wanted you to feel the lack of escape from him and he wanted you to squirm at the alien feeling of a knot keeping his potency inside and plugging you to bloat. Oh, how he wanted to make you squirm and bloated.
You’d give Taehyung the most beautiful pups, the genetics of a shapeshifter so pure that it would retain itself even if he impregnated you while you were human. The image of your belly, swollen and pregnant with his children, had his cock leaking so much that he felt it beginning to dampen the patch of material of the trousers that pressed against the head of his cock.
“Taehyung.” Seokjin broke the shapeshifter from his unholy thoughts with a grumble and look of disgust once you left the foyer. He was dumbfounded to find that he had imagined almost an entire life with you in the matter of a few seconds. “Go clean yourself, you goddamned mutt.”
Taehyung growled back to his brother, his eyes glowing again as he met his gaze. “Fuck off. I’ve just found my mate. I need space.”
Seokjin visibly paused his movement, widening his eyes. “Your mate? What the hell are you talking about?”
“That woman- Y/N,” Taehyung shivered as your name danced across his tongue like a call that had him wishing to dance his tongue along your body. “She is my mate. I told you that she Called me here.”
“And I told you that it was impossible. She cannot be your mate.”
The beast howled in Taehyung, demanding that he let his brother know just how much you belonged to him. Instead of attacking his savior, he kept his voice level and low. “You cannot stop this, Seokjin. She is to be mine as I am to be hers. I don’t care if she is human. I won’t let you get in the way of that. You can take it up with the council if you wish, but she will be mine.”
“Then I will take it up with the council because you are surely mistaken, brother.” The vampire turned and began walking away from him, uncaring of his response. Taehyung briefly remembered how cautious the man was in their earlier years of friendship, careful of turning his back on the one creature that could truly kill him.
Taehyung huffed in annoyance. “And how can you be sure about that? It should be obvious with the way my body reacted to her.”
“I don’t give a shit about what you and your hormonal body do.” Seokjin laughed as he ascended the stairs. Taehyung had no doubt that the vampire thirsted for you and was subconsciously tracking your scent to kill you. “You’re a wolf and it’s as simple as that; you’re controlled by the animal inside so your body goes wild for anything with a pulse.”
Seokjin had a point about Taehyung’s hormones raging within him because of his wolfish nature, yet he was still dead wrong about the fact that he would go crazy for anything with a pulse. In all of his years on the earth, he had never wanted anything as badly as he wanted you.
Because he felt the connection within him. He didn’t want to just mate with you. He wanted to hold you in his arms and comfort you. To be your shoulder to cry on if you ever got sad for whatever godforsaken reason- he’d work hard to ensure that you were always happy. God damn it, Kim Taehyung wanted to love you with everything he had and hoped that you wished for the same.
“What is your reasoning? Why are you so adamant about taking my mate from me? Not that I’d let you do it, of course.”
“Because, dumbass,” Seokjin paused with a hand on the railing at the top of the staircase.
“She is my Fated One.”
Your room was pristine. Everything was white.
Dr. Bergenov filed into the room through the door behind you, followed by Bolanle, as you walked to stand in the middle of it. You couldn’t help the desire to sink your toes into the fluffy white rug that had been placed there like it was grass or sand.
“This place is beautiful!” You smiled and turned to face the other two. Bolanle moved to the window to open the curtains above a white desk and turned to flip on the switch of the desk lamp.
“Lord Kim had your room refurnished to suit the latest style. He had hoped it wasn’t too much.”
“Too much?” You were exasperated, breathless. “These things must’ve cost a fortune.”
“A fortune for us, maybe.” Dr. Bergenov hoisted your luggage onto the small coffee table placed in front of the loveseat. “For Lord Kim? Mere pocket change.”
You looked around the room as Dr. Bergenov explained just how well off the Kim brothers were because of a smart investment their family had made in the late 1800s into the twentieth century.
“So, basically, Lord Kim is rich.” You deadpanned.
Bolanle chuckled as she brought your clothes out of your luggage and began folding them without comment. You were too embarrassed and shocked by your employer to stop her.
“Yes, Lord Kim is rich.” Dr. Bergenov affirmed.
Bolanle interjected. “He’s not just rich.’ He’s ‘old money,’ ‘ancient empire,’ rich.”
The new development had you sitting on your bed with a little bit of the disbelief causing your knees to buckle. You sat bonelessly with a small bounce.
“Holy crap.” You whispered.
Dr. Bergenov huffed and sat on the loveseat with the papers in his hand. “Enough of the theatrics. We have information to go over with you.”
“Oh, right.” You got up and pulled out the chair from the desk, moving it to the coffee table. “Let’s do this.”
Bolanle just scoffed lightly and shook her head. “Leave her be, Mikhail. She’s just told Lord and Sir that she wanted to rest. We can go over the information tonight when she wakes from her nap.”
“That was obviously a lie, Lan! Look at her!” Dr. Bergenov was obviously and rightfully flustered. “She’s all riled up and freaked out because of those two fools downstairs!”
“Careful of the way you speak of Lord Kim. You never know who may be listening.” The woman scolded before smoothing out her features. “And I doubt Ms. Y/L/N is unable to get a nap in. She’s going to have to get used to sleeping during the day because she’s going to become a creature of the night just like him once she gets used to his schedule.”
You stood with the chair still gripped in your hand as you looked between the two bickering people. In the wake of their silence, you let out a nervous laugh from all of the strange information you just took in.
“A creature of the night?”
Bolanle turned to you with a pair of your jeans in hand. “It’s a figure of speech, honey. I call Lord Kim a creature of the night sometimes because he prefers to do all of his work and functioning at night.”
“Enough of that.” Dr. Bergenov cut in and stood up abruptly, a mildly worried look on his face. “You said that Ms. Y/L/N should rest. Let’s leave.”
“No, that’s alright.” You protested despite the incoming headache stabbing at your temples. “I’m okay.”
Dr. Bergenov shuffled to Bolanle and grabbed her by the arm, tugging her towards the door as she complained that she wanted to finish your clothes first. “Nonsense. We’ll leave you to your rest. Bolanle can be a little confused sometimes.”
And then they were out the door.
You turned to face the bed after the strange encounters, huffing out your frustration to the empty room.
‘You never know who may be listening.’
Bolanle’s words had you rushing right back around to shut your door, suddenly feeling as if you had eyes on you, watching your every movement.
Despite the paranoia, you discovered that you did not mind if it was Lord Kim or Sir Kim watching you. It felt dirty to imagine the perverted act of either one of them watching you get undressed or watching as you slept- or touching yourself. The thought had disgusted you before, but with the need to be with them buzzing in your veins and the desire to have them passionately fuck you into next week clouding your judgment, you didn’t think the idea of them watching you was so bad.
Okay, so maybe you were a bit of an exhibitionist.
Even with the two of them acting so weirdly, the obvious possessiveness left you wondering if they were attracted to you as you were to them. And good god, Sir Kim’s dick would fit so nicely in your hand.
Your undeniable attraction to Lord Kim could be lived out in your mind all you wanted it to. Just no touching. As long as you kept your desires- and hands- to yourself, you’d be okay.
Sir Kim, on the other hand, had no such limitations. Instead, you feared that he would not be around often enough for you to get close to him. Still, you could picture yourself with him too.
The two men became the subjects of your desire and fantasies. What if... what if you had... both of them?
Your skin became littered with goosebumps as your imagination began traveling into the depths of hell to preoccupy yourself while you folded and put away your clothes.
You’d get to taking care of the problem between your legs eventually.
Lord Kim Seokjin and Sir Kim Taehyung stood outside of your room, leaning against opposite sides of the door and listening intently to your movements. Both men regarded each other as thoughts of stupidity and shame passed through their minds.
“There’s no way.” One whispered, well below the volume any mortal could hope to hear. “It’s impossible.”
“I’d agree if we weren’t in this position now, brother. Now that I have thought about it, it wouldn’t be true if you didn’t bust through my door the moment she arrived. The coincidence is too consequential.” The other murmured.
A beat of silence passed as the two processed that you were the mate to both of them. With your scent wafting from the room and filling their noses, each man came closer and closer to asking the question that was building up in their minds.
The sound of you huffing and settling down into your bed finally triggered the question from Lord Kim.
“So, what now?”
The aroma of your juices suddenly permeated the hall, causing both men to muffle a groan of need. You were taking your clothes off and baring your nakedness to the privacy of your room. Even though both men felt ashamed of what they were doing, knowing it was morally wrong to creep on you, they were unable to resist the temptation of using their senses to their advantage in order to learn you.
Sir Kim was painfully erect inside his jeans, having been hard for close to an hour without any form of relief. The beast grumbled, wanting to break down your door to have his way with you, however, Taehyung reasoned that you’d need to be eased into not only sex but life with him. Humans were entirely too susceptible to shock and entirely too breakable to be rash.
Your breathless wine of frustration as you attempted to sleep with the pulse between your legs brought Taehyung to his knees and Seokjin’s hand to smother his mouth as he pressed the other against the wall. The vampire’s fangs had finally broken through, beyond his control, and the werewolf’s body temperature was raised so much that he pressed his forehead against the cool surface of the wall.
Neither man had the guts to be the first to back away, a subconscious competition to be the one to get to you first becoming prominent in their minds.
Sir Kim panted desperately, imagining just how long he’d attack your cunt if you let him. Lord Kim, on the other hand, was fighting the bloodlust that reddened his eyes and set his throat into a scorching blaze as he imagined how it would feel to sink his fangs into your flesh.
Eventually, your breathing slowed, as did your heart, and Kim Taehyung felt his own heart slow even more than it did the first time it matched yours. His eyes visibly drooped and he slumped a little further into the wall in involuntary exhaustion when he was meant to match you as you fell asleep.
“I fully believe you now. Your heart beats perfectly alongside hers.” Seokjin cast his eyes to the floor, still attempting to mentally accept the fact that he and his brother shared a mate. How would they do this?
Suddenly, Seokjin had an idea.
“I’m going in.” He moved to grasp the doorknob.
“What? No.” Taehyung moved to stand in the way, placing his hand on the vampire’s chest. “You can’t be near her during the day.”
Seokjin grabbed the shapeshifter’s wrist and wrenched it from him. “Relax. All I have to do is close the curtains. I only have to be shielded from the sun to be near her. It’s not a time of day thing.”
“I still forget that you are not like the bloodsuckers on TV sometimes.”
Quietly, Taehyung watched as Seokjin grabbed the doorknob again and twisted it slowly.
“What are we going to do?” He asked. “We can’t wake her.”
Seokjin paused to answer his brother. “I’m going to take a peek inside her mind and then show you. I might play around and get her started. Who knows?”
“Get her started? The fuck you mean?”
Seokjin waited to open the door. “I mean I’m going to get her suspicious of us. I don’t doubt that she isn’t already, but I want this process to go by as fast as you do, so I’m going to kickstart her entrance into our world.”
“You can do that?” Taehyung had no idea. “Why am I just finding out about this?”
“Not my fault. Most vampires have the gift to manipulate minds if their primary gift never materializes.” Seokjin shouldered past his brother and began opening the door. “That’s enough questions. I’m impatient and you’re holding me up.”
You slept soundly and openly. Both men involuntarily held their breaths at the serene sight.
Gone was the sweater that covered your skin. Instead, a tank top spread itself across your breasts and wrinkled up at the hip, revealing your delicate, mouthwatering skin. You wore a pair of boxers from what the men could see with one of your legs strewn over the top of your blanket. The pillow you laid on was folded slightly and placed below your neck, causing it to crane up and out. The exposure of your vulnerability spurred the men on even more.
Taehyung was quicker in his reaction than Seokjin, moving quickly and quietly to stand at the foot of your bed. In his haste, Seokjin had almost forgotten to close the curtains to block out the sun. He had to double back to do so, knowing that if he attempted to approach you with the light of the sun on your skin, he’d burst into flames. He didn’t really want that.
You did not stir when Taehyung placed his weight evenly on the bed, a naturally predatory creature knowing exactly how to prowl on its prey so as to not put it on the alert. He balanced perfectly on his hands and knees so that when he came up to straddle your legs without touching them, he could lean down and scent you without the worry of disturbing your sleep.
Seokjin approached cautiously, on edge and completely freaked out by Taehyung’s movements, and slid into place on the side of your bed. He watched his brother jealously. Seeing his body so close to yours upset him, yet a strange lick of curiosity whispered into his ears and pulled him into the image of watching Taehyung’s beast ruin you. Why... why did he entertain the idea?
Instead of letting his mind wander, he shook the images off and reached and hand out to caress your face. He’d need only touch to access your mind.
A growl became audible in Taehyung’s chest as he took on a possessive position above you, lips curling up into a snarl to ward off the intruder’s hand. Seokjin revealed his own fangs back in a silent hiss to remind his brother of what they were there for. The motherfucker had already pushed his limits by getting into bed with you.
You groaned and your heartbeat picked up for a brief moment, the interruption sending both men into a panic as they froze. You huffed and turned your head to the other side, skimming your nose along Taehyung’s neck in the process, and then returned to his neck when your body subconsciously wanted to attach itself to him.
The werewolf’s eyelids fluttered shut at the sensation of you touching him with the tip of your nose, raising a hand to close his fingers around your headboard in an effort to control himself. His legs trembled against his will, wishing to give in so that he could press his weeping erection against your bare leg.
Seokjin took the opportunity to delve in and cup your cheek with his hand, wondering what the current situation manifested as in your dream.
You ran in a forest, alone and cold. Despite the strange situation, you enjoyed the chase.
The chase.
You felt like prey running through the woods as a loud growl resounded not too far behind you.
It was okay. You were okay. You knew this being would not hurt you. Because he would protect you.
No. Protect him. You must protect him.
The trees went whizzing by as the full moon beamed down on the open clearing of the estate. You stood at the tree line while a pair of hands behind you waited for you to fall into them.
You sighed and let your head fall back on his shoulder as lips closed around the skin of your neck, tongue stroking strongly inward to demand its presence known. Just out of the light of the moon, the shadows swallowed you into his embrace like a cradle, safe and warm. The strange sensation of another set of hands sliding up your legs had you attempting to look at the men taking you in.
Seokjin was dumbfounded by what you had already sensed and was awestruck by the emotion you had already put into joining with them both. The bond the three of you had formed had hardly taken more than an hour or two to manifest in your mind, already magnetizing you to them even though you were still human.
Taehyung was drooling over you, smelling your wetness accumulate in your panties again, and he had to screw his mouth shut tight as you pressed your face further into his neck and let your lips skim against his skin. As if your body had already sensed that it was with them that it belonged.
The vampire smirked as you moved your hand to dig your nails into the shapeshifter’s hamstring in your sleep, knowing that Taehyung was treasuring the pain from you. All the while, Seokjin’s cock rather liked seeing Taehyung like putty below your fingers.
Seokjin dazedly reached a hand out to touch Taehyung’s temple to bring him into your mind- just the tip of his middle finger would do.
The one in the shadows behind you had already caught you, bringing no harm, and gave you everything you wished for despite the murderous crimson in his irises. As you turned your gaze back to your front and surveyed the one with the gold eyes knelt down before you, staring up with a gaze as innocent as a child, he dug into you with a fierceness that demanded control and submission.
His hands slid around the underside of your thighs and onto your hips and he ate. He ate ferociously to demand your attention away from the cradle of darkness so that you could glow in the fire. The blaze of the one with the golden eyes turned molten and hot when his fingers pressed wildly into you.
You turned to face the red-eyed one again, either to beg for permission, beg for him to save you, or to beg for him to join you. Your cries of pleasure would turn into these questions if the one between your legs ever let up from slurping on you, yet you had no more room to escape from either of their clutches as the man of the shadows wrapped his large hands around your waist to fondle at your breasts and tug you further into the darkness.
The darkness wrapped around you like vines, caressing and pinching behind the red-eyed one’s hands. Your cries were silenced as he closed his mouth over yours and drank you in.
The fire remained burning despite being pulled in the direction of the forest. You were still deciding if you wanted to join the two together.
“Are you going to let him in, little one?” Seokjin decided to speak to you, playing into your fantasy and filling into his spot easily as he held your back to his chest. Small flecks of moonlight through the trees littered your body as it writhed beautifully in front of him. One of your arms wrapped around the back of his neck whilst the other moved to tangle into Taehyung‘s hair.
“Let me in. Let me in. Let me in.” Taehyung growled the line over and over after being dropped into your dream in his rightful place, going along with it effortlessly. He scissored his fingers into your depths, preparing you for him. “Please, let me give you my knot.”
Your moans were beginning to scratch at your throat, breaking it into dryness. Still, you screamed to the stars and could not control your body with all of the stimulation it was receiving. Seokjin smiled against your neck and murmured softly.
“Let me help you, love.”
Slowly, he snaked his hands down your stomach until they reached your womanhood. Lightly, he slid his hands in the way of Taehyung’s mouth. The shapeshifter almost bit him in anger.
You whimpered as the werewolf was finally detached from you, finding relief in the separation yet missing the overwhelming and addicting sensation of being obsessively eaten out by the man.
“It’s okay, love. I’ve got you.” Seokjin murmured the words to you in comfort so that he could watch your body greedily pull in his brother and used his fingers to part your pussy lips, revealing your opening spread wide and bare to Taehyung.
The man couldn’t help but reattach his face to your deliciousness with its new display. It was too inviting to resist.
Your moan was garbled. Your thighs, held apart by Sir Kim’s hands, trembled dangerously against his grip. He groaned into your cunt as his tongue parted it time and time again, dipping inside to scoop out your nectar. Access to your clit went without falter- thanks to Seokjin holding you open- and he abused the opportunity to no end as he discovered that you gave him more to lap up when he flattened his tongue against it and then proceeded to lick long, loving stripes. Taehyung wouldn’t be surprised if his lips were swollen from how much he was using them against you.
Seokjin let his own lips part as he breathed out a small moan at the sight. “See? He’s got you too.”
Taehyung stood from his crouched position and pulled himself out of his jeans with his eyes unwaveringly locked on your cunt. Knot and all, he was ready to split you open.
Seokjin tapped lightly on your clit, smiling adoringly at how your legs jerked with each touch. “Are you going to let him in?”
“I-“ You hiccuped. Tears streamed down your cheeks and Seokjin thought you to be the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. “I- oh fuck.”
Sir Kim pressed the head of his cock onto your swollen clit, the sensation dizzying and too much to handle when he had just licked you open for so long. Your legs clapped against the sides of his hips, trying to trap him there yet keep him from going further.
His hands on your knees parted your legs much too easily as he looked at you with the hint of disappointment turning the corner of his lips downward. “Why won’t you let me in, pup?”
“Because-“ You sobbed then. “Because I-”
Seokjin shushed your outbursts, detaching a hand from your pussy to wipe away the tears on your face.
“Don’t be scared, Y/N. It’s okay. I’m here.” Despite the comforting words, Seokjin manifested his fangs into your dream, as you had not done so for him, and prepared to bite you. “It won’t hurt at all. I promise.”
As Seokjin’s words echoed through your head, Taehyung’s body began to inch closer to yours on the bed, no longer able to resist the need for you to touch him. Being fully immersed in your dream had allowed his beast to begin pushing his body when he was no longer all there to tame it.
His face turned down to hover his lips over yours, but instead of kissing you, his beast wished to inhale you into his lungs. Your hips had taken on the slightest of rolls in your sleep and the beast purred at your need for contact. He acquiesced to your silent request by delicately sliding a knee between your parted legs.
Your reaction was instantaneous, a gasp and huff of pleasure drawing both men out of your dream. Taehyung came to, taking your exhale in between his lips greedily as his nose nudged yours. Seokjin watched in anticipation of his brother’s movements, afraid that he was too close to you. You would surely wake.
You tasted divine.
Your hips gyrated slowly as Taehyung finally gave in and lowered himself onto you. His hand dropped from the headboard and slid to the side of your face as he pressed his lips to your neck in the lightest of kisses. The other finally slid into place over the skin of your exposed hip and he pressed his thumb into the dip of it, using the new grip to lightly urge the movement of your hips.
Seokjin couldn’t help himself. He would be careful.
He leaned down and nudged his face into the other side of your neck, mindful of the fact the Taehyung’s hand still held you, and just let your body heat warm his face.
“Taehyung.” Seokjin bit out quietly. “I can’t keep her asleep. If she wakes up and you’re fucking on top of her like a creepy asshole, she’s out of here.”
Taehyung paid no mind to his brother. Instead, he ate up every sound you made as you ground yourself against his knee more persistently.
“Pup is so close.” He whispered against your skin to you, wishing that you were truly awake so that he could look into your eyes as you made yourself cum on him so well.
Seokjin pressed his lips to your jugular and dipped back into your mind.
Taehyung’s dick was persistent as it ran along your folds, parting your pussy lips with Seokjin’s help and begging to finally catch on your opening. You babbled nonsense, much too out of it when the erotic image of Lord Kim holding you open for Sir Kim continued. You were wondering where it had come from and Seokjin smirked past his fangs deviously.
“Let him in, love. Let him conquer you.”
“I-I’m” Your teeth began to chatter and your hiccups only made getting the sentence out even harder when you were so close to cumming. “I’m not r-ready.”
Seokjin just shook his head disdainfully. “Look at yourself. Look how messy you’ve made him.”
Your juices were splattered against Taehyung’s stomach and dripping from his chin onto his chest as he suckled you off of his fingers. Your own thighs were left completely covered from the way your pussy drooled for him. How in the world were you this wet? It was physically impossible.
“Looks like you’re ready to me. What’s holding you back?”
You sucked in air through your teeth as Taehyung’s dick caught onto your opening and he pressed a thumb onto your clit. “I c-cant have both.”
Seokjin’s heart softened at the confusion you were undergoing. Of course, you’d be perplexed and unable to understand. You were still human and processing the possibility of more than one lover was difficult. Seokjin, as a vampire, accepted it easily. He was sure that his brother was very much on his way to accepting it. It’d only be a matter of time before you would too.
“Of course you can, little one. You can have whatever you want.”
Taehyung’s pause to watch you had given you enough time to build up to the brink of your orgasm peacefully. Seokjin readied his fangs.
“Tae.” You called, out of breath. “I’m-I’m gonna-”
“Please,” The man whimpered helplessly whilst canting his hips forward to just barely nudge his dick into your cunt. Already, you were beginning to spread too wide. “Please, pup, let me knot you- let me love you.”
Your body seized and you pulled away from Taehyung as you came. “I can’t!”
And Seokjin bit in.
Seokjin tore himself away and grabbed Taehyung by the scruff as he began whimpering audibly. You stirred as your body jerked and Taehyung drunk in your orgasm against his knee even as you rejected him.
“Taehyung, we need to go. She’s about to wake.”
“She-” The shapeshifter’s eyes became glossy as he looked down at your face. He studied each feature carefully as it slightly contorted in pleasure and then sniffled once. “She doesn’t want me.”
“That’s not true, but we have to go- now.” Seokjin stood from the bed and grabbed onto his brother’s wrist as your heartbeat began increasing its speed. Surprisingly, the man let him.
He pulled his arm away from your hip and let his fingers drift to your lips, touching them lightly as if savoring you for the last time. Even as you rejected him unconsciously, he felt his heart’s pace detach from yours and return to its own.
“Come back to me, pup.” He breathed, sorrowful.
And then they were gone.
You woke from your dream flustered and disoriented, unaware of where you were. The first sensation that made itself known to you was the stickiness between your thighs.
“Gross, Y/N. Having wet dreams like a fucking kid.” You scolded yourself. You hoped you didn’t moan out loud for someone to hear or anything of the sort.
As you sat up, though, you instantly went on edge. The smell of Egyptian geranium and citrus permeated your room along with another scent- one unfamiliar yet so nostalgic that it left you muddled for where you knew it from.
Looking around, you found your room untouched. The curtains were open, the door closed, and the desk chair in the middle of being brought to the coffee table. Still, no one was in the room and you were safe to relax while you noted the mixed aromas.
The smell of Lord Kim was obvious, yet the other smell was entirely new. Earth and musk- and ash- filled your bedsheets and your skin. You didn’t remember the room smelling like this when you first got to it.
Then, you recalled the dream.
It was way too hot to handle. You weren’t aware that you were capable of imagining such things.
You remembered the smell from your dream, the fire leaving behind the reminiscent notes of charred wood and nature in its wake. It came from the other man who you tried your best to resist yet ultimately could not. Sir Kim Taehyung.
But then you recalled the eyes and the growling and the teeth- the fangs. Sir Kim growled like a wolf. And Lord Kim had fangs.
Fangs that sunk into your neck and drank.
“What the fuck.” You whispered.
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↳ Summary: You had never dreamed of a day where you weren’t an Omega, beneath the boots of all your brothers and sisters. In an untimely manner your life is quickly turned upside down at the unexpected Blood Moon Alpha being your mate. With a new home you are summoned to the Kingdom of Vampires all while struggling to get to know your new mate.
↳ Genre: werewolf!AU, a pinch of angst, fluff, smut, alpha!namjoon and omega reader dynamic, soulmate au,
↳ Word Count: 16k
↳ Pairing: Namjoon/Reader
↳ Tags: whew okay um, brief thigh riding, dom!namjoon, alpha is used as a title, rough sex, vaginal fingering, doggy style (what else were y’all expecting?), heat sex, mating, a lil degradation (he calls her a bitch a lot), namjoon likes to call her little :(, size kink, a lil possession, breeding kink, begging, multiple orgasms, namjoon’s cum makes MC go feral??,
Last Installment
Note: aaaah this has taken me over a year to write lmfaooo but it’s so worth it! I can never make a short fic for my husband so I hope you all enjoy!
Run. Feet aching, heart rate spiked and head pounding and yet all you could do was keep running as if your life depended on it. In fact, it did depend on it. Your whole life, your freedom- or what little you had left of it, it all depended on how fast your legs could take you. The cool seeping air that was first sight of winter made your cheeks feel chapped and throbbing, your body near numb with a chill and yet all you could do was shove the branches away from your face away.
You made it obvious, you knew it too, there was no way they couldn’t hear the way your feet crunched over the fallen dead leaves and twigs, the little cuts of your skin was the biggest no-no above all else when escaping a pack- your pack to be exact. You see wolves thrived on scent, it’s how they hunt and track, Werewolves, are no different.
You didn’t know where you were going but you were going to get there somehow. You could hear them in the distance, they were close. Too close. But the rattling up ahead had you spooked as well. You could smell a human and.... something else. A vampire maybe? No, it was strange. Your mind was frantic and you couldn’t go back from where you came.
Shoving through the branches you nearly yelped as you smashed into the doe eyed girl who looked just as scared as you, you could hardly register the throbbing pain of falling down before scrambling away, a whine escaping you as you heard howling in the distance, “Please…” your words weak as you glanced up to the male.
Silver hair and magenta eyes caused him to stick out like a sore thumb in the flora of green, he was immediately at the girls side helping her up as his nose wrinkled, eyes flicking to yours before the girls as he spoke, “Sorry darling but I don’t deal in wolf affairs.”
The girl however couldn’t help but let her lips part, glancing between you and the male before she tugged in his shirt, “Jimin…” She murmured softly, your head frantically shot up at the sound of stampeding paws pounding against the soft earth, they were closing in, “She looks like she needs help...”
Your lips quivered and now that you were on the ground you weren’t sure you could get up any further, your legs ached and your mouth dry and parched, the male gave you a sympathetic look before glancing at the women as he frowned, “Sorry love but wolves have their own court system, nothing we can do about it. Sorry.” He only spared you a brief word before grabbing the girl by her arms and just as you blinked they had dissolved into nothing but black dust and a leftover trail of something foul as you let out a loud whine.
“There she is! I found her!” You scrambled backwards at the sight of your packs head Beta, eyes viscous as he snarled at you. Whining you lowered your gaze as you curled up against yourself. You had one chance and you ruined it. Now what would become of you? It was like a flash, all of your pack hunters surrounding you as they gritted their teeth and snarled, tears blurring in your eyes as you curled into yourself.
You had one chance and just like always, you ruined it.
“Look at the pathetic bitch,” You could the two Beta girls snicker, fingers pointed in your direction as you lowered your gaze, feeling your lips begin with quiver slightly as they began laughing once more, “Her head must be empty if she thought she could outrun us. Omega, fetch us our drinks please.” She shouted, as if just to mock you further.
Tonight was a celebration, and it wasn’t a celebration without the pack’s laughing stock. You, of course. Trying to run away was foolish, it wasn’t like an omega could survive on their own, but you were willing to risk it. Even if it meant just a taste of freedom before you died. Yet just like everything else, you failed miserably.
The torn leather collar was just an added humiliation, a show of power and a show of just how low you were in the pack. You weren’t usually one for self pity, but you couldn’t deny the envy in your veins when you saw other omega’s in the pack.
Omega’s were the lowest of low, they were considered dirt, but even they didn’t have it as bad as you, they continued their daily duties of watching the younger children, washing the pack’s clothes and any other domestic duties. You had all of these responsibilities as well the only difference was that they weren’t the Alpha’s favorite punching bag.
Walking up ahead you held your tray, approaching the two Beta’s who were currently laughing at you before you gasped, feeling a jerking sensation of your body suddenly toppling over due to the Beta’s foot conveniently sticking out just as you walked up to them.
The wooden cups toppled down spilling all over your dress before thudding to the ground making the two girls howl out laughing, “Lost your footing bitch? Awh the poor little omega is going to cry!” Your fists curled in absolute fury as your eyes blurred making them laugh further as you glared at the ground. A wad of spit hitting your cheek as the Beta girl spat at you, “Serves you right you filthy traitor. Abandoning your pack. How shameful!”
They both cackled as they walked away, tears of anger dripping down your cheeks as your hands shook with rage as you harshly wiped the spit off your face. This was life, tormented by people all due to your rank.
You couldn’t help it, you were born an omega. It wasn’t your fault you were born weaker than everyone else, that you couldn’t fight, that your sense of smell wasn’t as good or your sight, it wasn’t your fault you were worthless. Why did everyone's entertainment have to come at your expense?
Sniffling slightly you rubbed the tears from your eyes as you sighed, attempting to not let the frustration get to you. It wasn’t like you could change your birth right regardless. But perhaps in time, people would simply forgot of your existence. Your dress would be stained now and the cups wouldn’t pick itself up after all, life had to go on whether you were the ass of every joke or not.
The last thing you needed was a Beta walking by and scowling at how incompetent you were, “Miss Y/n..! Do you need help!” You glanced up at the bright pair of doe eyes, little Hueningkai stared down at you with that shy smile of his.
You couldn’t help the tiny smile that pulled on your lips as you shook your head, “Don’t worry Kai, I’m fine…” You lowered your gaze a little as you sighed, standing up as you brushed off the specks of dirt from your skirt, your gaze softening a little as you glanced down at the little five year old, “You should get back to your mother. She wouldn’t want you talking to me.”
Hueningkai frowned, those big eyes of his dimming a little before he stomped his foot, “My mom can’t make me! You’re nice Y/n why is everybody so mean to you…!” He frowned eyes looking somewhat glossed at the blatant mistreatment of you, your heart softened a little as you kneeled down, offering the boy a small smile.
He was too young, too innocent to understand how packs- how your pack worked. Some days you couldn’t help but wonder if the little boy’s heart would always stay this soft, or if in time, he’d become cruel like everyone else.
“This is how the pack works Kai, don’t worry about me. I can handle myself. Now run along, the Blood Moon pack will be here soon and I’m sure your mom will want you close.” He parted his lips to object before sighing, bouncing a little in his spot before he nodded. You sighed as you watched him scurry away where the crackle of the large bonfire was in the distance and the moon was high in the sky tonight.
Patrols would be heavy tonight and despite this being a celebration you weren’t a fool to the tension in the air. Blood Moon was one of the strongest packs in the realm, not only this but they recently made an ally with the vampiric Jeon Dynasty of Arestella which was a feat in itself. This was a big step for werewolves. You ran in packs and it was rare that society accepted your kind in their towns and villages for long.
But now having Blood Moon formally recognized, not just by civilization but by the Vampires, the most respected species? It was a massive honor and everyone wanted to jump to be allies with Blood Moon in hopes of also getting an ally with the Jeon Dynasty. Including your pack.
Blood Moon was coming here to evaluate if your pack would be worthy of becoming allies. If it were up to you, you’d tell their Alpha to not waste his time and find a more compassionate pack then your own. If you were going to rot alone in this pack forever then you might as well make everyone just as miserable.
Your pack was strong, but not enough to take on one like Blood Moon, perhaps that’s why the guard rotation would be high tonight, in hopes of making your pack look stronger then it was in reality. Who knows, if this went bad maybe they’d just kill you all. Maybe they’d kill you and put you out of your misery.
The flames of the bonfire exploded as you watched the crowd pile around in the distance, cheers were loud and drums banged as you picked up the cups, gently holding one in each hand as you sighed, the wood had been brittle and cracks had become apparent as they bounced against a large tree root. Standing up you intended to throw away them in the waste bin not too far away from you but you stopped in your tracks at the strong smell. No, scent.
It was like firewood and cedar mixed together, maybe even a little pine if you sniffed hard enough. Your nose wouldn’t stop twitching at such a dreamy scent, you could almost smell the twinge of ash from here. How weird. You rubbed your nose as you dumped the cups into the bin.
No matter how hard you tried though the smell wouldn’t go away, not that you minded of course. It smelt amazing, you just couldn’t help but wonder what- or who- was causing it. Maybe...No...who were you kidding? It was said mate’s had heightened smells, to find one another, but, you surely didn’t have a mate. And even if you did...You doubt they’d ever want you. The crowd seemed to morph into an even larger state as unfamiliar wolves joined in. Blood Moon must have arrived.
“What are you doing standing around bitch? The Alpha wants you.” You sighed as you lowered your gaze, the head Beta snarled at you, grabbing your arm roughly as he yanked you along making a small whimper escape your mouth. You were dragged through the crowd as they made a path for you both as you came up to the large bonfire, everyone standing at a distance due to its immense heat that licked at the air nearby.
You strangled another whine as you were thrown at the boots of your pack’s Alpha, shakily you sat up on your knees wrapping your arms around yourself as you refused to look up at him. You could hear him chuckle as he kneeled down grabbing your chin harshly, “This is our pack's little bitch. I’m sure she’ll keep your beta’s nice and happy, won’t you?” He growled menacingly as you lowered your gaze once more, lips quivering as you sucked in a harsh breath.
That scent from earlier suddenly suddenly invaded your sense once more, this time even more heady than before. It was all you could smell and even tenfold. Your thighs suddenly felt weak and arousal pooled uncomfortably between your legs.
“That won’t be necessary.” A strong deep voice cut in, making all the cheers from your pack stop as a new pair of thick boots stood in front of you. A squeak leaving your lips as you were suddenly pulled to stand up, large hands wrapped around your arms and you were glancing up at the tall daunting figure of the Alpha of Blood Moon.
A hand quickly cupped your chin as your lips began to tremble, you heard him scoff, a twitch of irritation on his face as he lifted your chin higher as if inspecting the bruises you dawned.
You were confused and scared and yet oddly aroused, being face to face with the werewolves strongest Alpha and he seemed angry. Silently furious even, what had you done to even warrant this? Breath? Your lips trembled in fear as thoughts invaded your mind frantically, you were dead, you were really dead now.
You hadn’t even said a word- “If this is how you’ve been treating my mate, then we have no business to attend with you.” Your lips parted, openly gaping at the said alpha who just claimed….you...you were his mate…
Oh...oh my god...you were his mate! You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs at how much of a complete idiot you had been for ignoring his scent earlier yet you were frozen in place staring up at the tall figure of Blood Moon’s Alpha, Kim Namjoon.
He was even more handsome in person then what you had heard, you had an amazing angle of his razor sharp jawline and truthfully you couldn’t help but feel somewhat intimidated and aroused all at the same time. His k-nines looked just as sharp if not even more so and his tongue was tucked into his cheek, showing a dimple yet his expressions couldn’t convey anything but annoyance.
Your pack's Alpha’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head before he sneered, a gritty smile on his lips as he forced a laugh, “This? Is your mate? Namjoon surely you’re joking. We Alpha’s don’t associate with weaklings like them, they only slow our packs down.” You couldn’t help but lower your head in shame...He was right...you didn’t deserve to have someone like Kim Namjoon, Alpha of the great Blood Moon pack be your mate. You were nothing in compared to the leaps and bounds he had made in the werewolves history.
“Omega’s are what we need to keep our humanity, they’re the softness we need in our pack to remind us that we’re still human. Omega’s are the caretakers of the sick and the hurt, they’re the ones that remind us peace is just as much of an option as war. I couldn’t be more proud to have an Omega as my mate.” Your gaze shot up to the wolfish appearance of Namjoon, his hair had been neatly styled but there were still a few stray hairs that gave him that wolfish look.
You couldn’t help but feel somewhat timid under the hellfire gaze of your pack’s Alpha, but oddly enough, having Namjoon stand beside you made you feel oddly...safe...Warm even, as if it was radiating off his body and you felt the urge to nestle against his side. As if it were meant to be.
Your wariness however stopped you from attempting to do so. You may know who Namjoon is, but you don’t know him personally. Is this just a set up? To get you to act out before you’re cruelly punished. You haven’t said a peep yet and you certainly don’t intend too. Especially with both pack’s present and not a single soul speaking, everyone's eyes wide at the situation that has unraveled so quickly.
“I’m surprised the Jeon’s choose your pack,” He sneered, eyes darkening as he growled, “Any Omega sympathizers are usually outcasts. What makes you think you can take my Omega?” He punctuated the word carefully making your heart squeeze a little.
“What makes you think I can’t take her?” Namjoon suddenly snarled, his voice guttural making you jump, his eyes flashing a dangerous red as he bared his k-nines, “My pack is the strongest for a reason and I’ll make a demonstration of that just as easily. But because my mate is present I’ll make you a deal. And you sure as hell better take it. You let me take my mate, and I’ll leave this pack without a slaughter. No deals are being made and you won’t be allied, but you’ll be alive so there’s that.” Namjoon gave an icy condescending smile making your pack’s Alpha twitch in irritation.
It was silent for a moment before he bared his teeth, your pack’s Alpha hated being made a fool and right now he looked like a whole circus as he snapped, “Go! Take the bitch, we don’t need her anyways.” Namjoon’s eyes cut at his words but he said no more. Waving a hand you squeaked at the sudden appearance of another wolf, Namjoon glancing at him briefly before down at you, “Take her to the camp set up.”
You hadn’t even said a word and just like that, your life had been completely changed. Yet ironically enough, walking with the wolf as everyone's eyes glared down at you, you wouldn’t miss this hell hole for a second.
You were wringing your hands as you paced in the lavished tent, a rug was even thrown down and there was a desk filled with plenty of papers, a foldable cot was set down at the end of the tent. You had never been somewhere so...luxurious before. You were subjected to sleeping on the ground most days and you were considerably lucky if it was closed to the bonfire. But not only was this tent set up close to the fire, there was a bed.
You had never slept in a bed before. Well, a cot. But it was the same thing to you. You just couldn’t stop stressing though. Were you really mated to Kim Namjoon? Was he the one you’d spend the rest of your days with? You felt unsure, you needed to get to know him. To know if this was it.
Werewolves had derived the term Mate, it was the closest you'll ever find to a soulmate. The Moon Goddess, had a mate planned for every wolf, someone who was your perfect match. The one you were meant to spend your life with. You personally, just always assumed you’d die both young and alone. It was hard believing Namjoon….Kim Namjoon, was your mate.
You perked up at the sound of footsteps coming from a few feet away from the tent, they were surprisingly light compared to what you expected. Turning around you were met with the tent flap opening, your lips immediately quivering as your gaze timidly dropped at the sight of Namjoon entering.
You could hear him chuckle softly making you fidget. What were you supposed to say? What were you supposed to do....Okay it was a dumb question, you knew what you were supposed to do. Mates would consummate and mark one another when they meet, mating was a universal thing to all creatures alike. But… you didn’t want to do that with someone you just met…
No matter how much your instincts were going crazy right now with the need to bend over his bed and present yourself in need.
“You look scared,” Namjoon murmured softly, you jumped at his hand cupping your cheek, you hadn’t realized he was right in front of you until now, “Mmm, I won’t hurt you.” His growl was low, almost instinctive at the way his nose nudged against your hair, “I’ve been waiting to find my mate for a very long time. What’s your name?”
His hands tenderly wrapped around your arms, his nose continuously nudging your hair as if drowning himself in your scent. You weren’t sure if his gesture was meant to be comforting, a part of you wanting to lean into his touch but the other had been bruised your whole life from touch. How were you supposed to learn to be okay with it again?
Your body naturally tensed in his grip as you murmured, “Y/n…” You didn’t want to be difficult, you didn’t want your mate to think you were stubborn and unattractive, but...You also didn’t want to give in right away...you weren’t sure you were ready too.
Namjoon nipped against your ear making you jump, a playful smirk on his lips as he replied, “I’ll just assume you already know my name.” He decided to attempt a bolder move, nipping at your neck, this time making you whine. Except it wasn’t the good kind, you attempted to push yourself away as your gaze lowered back down.
Namjoon immediately paused, frowning as he pulled away somewhat to look at you. Your considerably smaller figure timidly glancing at the ground, as if expecting some sort of reprimanding. It was from this moment Namjoon realized this was going to take a bit more time then he had hoped. His hormones and your scent were driving him utterly insane with the need to mount you.
But your comfort was and would always be more important to him, he wanted you to trust him, to be unafraid of giving yourself to him. While Namjoon wished being mates would magically make all this happen, he knew it wouldn’t, “Why don’t you get undressed and lay down. I’m sure you haven’t gotten a good night's rest in awhile.”
Yet he couldn’t resist the urge to stroke a tender hand through your hair, pushing it back away from your eyes so he could properly see your face. Timidly you glanced up at him, nibbling against your lip as they parted before closing for a brief moment before you forced yourself to speak, “B-but...what….what about…” Your face felt hot as you tried to finish your sentence.
“That can wait,” Namjoon replied promptly, offering you a gentle smile, “You’re here now, there shouldn’t be a rush. And you don’t look comfortable. Is there anything I can do to help?”
Your lips trembled slightly, you weren’t sure what it was. Namjoon’s kind smile, those pretty dimples that showed up on his cheeks as he glanced down at you, or if it was his tender touch against your hair, as if he was calming a scared child. You didn’t know what it was but your eyes were watering before you let out a sniffle.
“Hey, shhh! Don’t cry.” Namjoon was immediately cupping your cheeks, a frown on his face at the sight of your tears but before he could ask why you were crying you launched into his arms, wrapping your arms tightly around him as you buried into his warm chest, into the divine scent that rolled off him in waves.
“T-thank you. Thank you so much.” You couldn’t stop thanking him in muffled sniffles, unsure of what you have ever done to deserve such an incredibly compassionate mate. You had never met an Alpha like Namjoon before. Most were cold and intimidating, but he was different. There was a reason he was the strongest.
Rather than lock away his emotions, he weaponized them.
Namjoon wrapped his arms around you soothingly as he pressed a tender kiss against the top of your head, “Shhh, you’re never going back there again. You’re home my little omega.” You had the biggest, most dumb looking smile on your face as you nuzzled into his chest, your cheeks burning at his nickname he had easily provided you. But for the first time in your life, it didn’t sound demeaning, it sounded endearing.
You couldn’t get enough of Namjoon’s touch, it wasn’t even sexual. No matter how much your body thought it’d be better if it was. Just his touch was healing, it made you want more and more of it. You kept nudging him every time he’d take his hand off of you, wanting to be continuously petted.
You might not have consummated with your mate, but you did spend the night tenderly in one another’s embrace, Namjoon showering you in the touch you were starved of your whole life. You never thought you were interested in physical touch until now, you wanted all of it, you wanted his hands petting your side, stroking your hair, his lips peppering your face in kisses.
You felt like a pup again when you fell asleep against his chest. Your life had changed drastically in a single night and yet you didn’t feel overwhelmed in the slightest. This was meant to be, you were sure of it.
“Looks like a storm is brewing.” You jumped at the soft sound of Namjoon’s voice, calm and steady behind you as you turned around from your spot where you had been currently watching the clouds brew and darken. You have been with Blood Moon for a little more then two weeks now. Everything was so...different.
Everyone was kind, they treated you with the utmost respect which you found yourself dumbfound at. You understood to a degree, being mates with the Alpha meant you’d….you’d be the packs Luna. There was no one to guide you on how to be a Luna and perhaps that was what had been secretly daunting you. This wouldn’t be an easy task, what if everyone judged you for making a wrong move?
You wouldn’t become Luna of course, until you were mated to Namjoon, which you hadn’t partook in yet. But it was still lingering in the back of your head. Things between you both had been, formal at best. There was still much physical affection at night...and the occasional rutting- from the both of you before you both stopped your instinctual nature.
“I’ve always loved the rain,” You offered a meek smile, you still had a hard time finding a way to converse with Namjoon in an informal way, he often told you at night he preferred when you spoke freely but...It just all seemed so foreign to you.
Turning back around you let the cool wind blow against your face, lifting your chin a little as you sniffed the fresh air, you could smell the crisp evergreen and the combination of rain on the horizon, “But thunderstorms always scared me as a pup. I have exceptionally good hearing so I didn’t like loud noises back then.”
Much like any other Omega you were considerably weak, but all omega’s had at least one strong sense, and yours just so happened to be hearing. But you often thought it came at a disadvantage, all you ever heard was the laughter of your brothers and sisters who looked down their noses at you.
At least omega’s with speed had a better chance at running and those with good sight could see predators a mile away. Yet all you could do was cover your ears in hopes to drown out the noise of the world.
“And what about now?” Namjoon asked, offering you an endearing smile as he sat down on the fallen tree that you stood behind, taking a moment to admire his beautiful mate. Turning to face him you gave a somewhat sheepish smile, lowering your gaze a little.
It was hard some days to even look Namjoon in the eyes, he still carried the pheromones of an Alpha and it constantly reminded you that you were below him. That if you even so much as annoyed him he could easily snap your neck and there was nothing you could do about it. You felt guilty sometimes, for thinking this way. But it wasn’t as if you could help it, you had spent your whole life getting thrown around by your old pack’s alpha.
“It doesn’t scare me as much anymore as it just hurts at times.The only thing that isn’t completely useless about me is my hearing,” You offered a weak smile as you rubbed the back of your neck, looking back out over the storm ahead, the clouds becoming darker by the second before you watched a crack of lightning strike in the distance, “It’s much more sensitive to noise then most wolves.”
It was true, that was your one exceptionally good ability, you could nearly hear things a mile away, sometimes you picked up on interesting conversations. You had even known Blood Moon was planning to visit your pack long before anyone else found out in the regular ranks. It wasn’t a totally useless ability. But still, good hearing often came with disadvantages like loud noises that always had you whimpering and covering your ears.
“You aren’t useless.” You jumped at the way Namjoon suddenly grabbed your shoulders, turning you around to face him, his expression almost appeared like a scowl, looking somewhat angry as he continued, “You’ve been saying degrading things about yourself ever since you got here. You are my mate,” He let out a soft growl as you lowered your gaze, feeling like a pup being scowled at the moment, “Don’t mistake your softness for weakness. You aren’t useless. I won’t stand for you saying these things about yourself.”
A loud crackle of thunder rumbled making you jolt a little, a low whine emanating from you as you rubbed your ears, “That’s easier said than done. You haven’t lived the life I have.” You tugged away from him a little as you kept your gaze lowered, pretending to not notice the look of mild hurt on his face at your rejection of his comfort, “I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”
There were moments like this from time to time, moments of disconnect between you both. You couldn’t help but wonder somedays if the Moon Goddess made a mistake, if you were really meant to be with Namjoon. Especially when days like this happened.
“Then help me understand,” You paused as Namjoon wrapped his arms around you from behind, letting his chin rest on your shoulder as he nudged your neck with his nose, “I only want the best for you Y/n.” But did he? You felt unsure of how to go forward with your budding relationship with Namjoon. Could you really open up to him?
“I don’t know how,” You mumbled, feeling somewhat ashamed despite not knowing why. Maybe a part of you wished you did, you wanted to be with Namjoon, you really did. But the only thing stopping you was yourself. Glancing out over the dark clouds you sighed, feeling a droplet of rain splat against your cheek as you rubbed it away, “We should get back to camp to let the others know the storm is beginning. It’s going to be a long night.”
Namjoon looked as if he had more to say but only nodded at your words, stopping for a moment before holding out a hand to you. Glancing down at it you nibbled against your lip before hesitantly letting your fingers lace in his.
He offered you a small dimpled smile, free hand lovingly stroking through your hair before leading you back to where the pack was camped out.
You and a few of the scouts of the pack had searched for somewhere dry to stay before the storm fully hit, thunder kept rumbling from far away and the lightning was getting closer with each strike.
Out of a pure stroke of luck you had found a large cave mass that went deep into the Northern Mountains. The rain had already started pouring down as everyone was being gathered into the mountain, Namjoon was soaking wet as he waved in the crowd of people, his eyes meeting your soaking figure as he paused, “You should go to the fire and get warm. Wouldn’t want you to catch a cold pup.”
He smiled down at your cute figure that glanced up at him, you rubbed your cheek somewhat shyly as you shook your head, you couldn’t afford to lay by a fire when so many others were being drenched in the ice cold rain, “I’m okay. We need to make sure everyone is safe first. I’m going out to check to make sure everyone is together.” Namjoon nodded in agreement, a smile still adorning his face as you pushed through the crowd as you made your way outside.
A loud clap of thunder booming down making you jump with a whine as you covered your ears as you pressed forward through the harsh rain that dropped down like ice against your skin. It was freezing outside! Rubbing your arms you glanced around at the line of people as everyone gathered inside.
You could hear something abnormal but it was difficult to make out what it was between the rain pounding on the ground and the thunder that rumbled loudly, whining you covered your ears, feeling a headache come on as you pushed forward. Your senses were going wild, you could hear something. You knew you could. You just couldn’t figure out what.
A loud clap of thunder roared causing you gasp, covering your ears as pain throbbed in your head, closing your eyes. You tried to tune out the noise but it only became heightened, “Help! Somebody please!”
Your eyes snapped open as rain poured down, trying to relocate the sound before quickly following along the line of the crowd that was becoming shorter and shorter by the moment until you reached a little ways past the end, “Help! Please! Help!” You found an older wolf, a mother by the looks of it drenched in rain, looking frantic as you ran up to her, she grabbed your hands as she cried, “My pups! Please! She fell in the river nearby while we were waiting! My boy can’t keep her much longer!”
You felt your heart burst- you should go get someone you can help! But…! There wasn’t enough time! “Lead the way!” You replied almost immediately. You’d just have to try your best for the sake of the young pup and the mother. She fumbled as she brought you down the steep hill, almost falling but catching yourself as your eyes caught the dimmed vision of a young boy crying out, “Mom! Mom! I can’t hold on any longer!”
Not having the strength to keep up his little sister just as you were in reach of the crying girl his hand slipped, the heavy stream of water coursing causing her to immediately be washed away by the streams current. You could hear both the boy and mother scream before you did the stupidest thing in your life.
Diving into the water coughed as your vision blurred with water and ran mixed, the water was ice cold and caused your teeth to immediately clack as you were rushed along, the little girl calling out with cries as her head bobbed up and down in the water.
“Hold on!” You called out coughing up water as you grabbed onto the log that was lodged in the river that the little girl managed to grab. Grabbing onto it you spat the river water that entered your mouth once more before managing to get closer to the little girl, her arms around your neck and you could hear her pitiful sobs as you held her.
Your body was trembling and the whiplash of rain and the strong current was making your muscles weak as you tried to keep steady against the log, water continuously lashed against your face and rain in your eyes as you slowly but steadily used the log to guide you back to the land. Your muscles were ready to give out, not used to being used so much as you crawled onto the cold muddy ground.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” The mother was the first to run over immediately crying out over the loud rain, grabbing her sobbing daughter as she hugged her close, “We own you so much Luna! Thank you! Oh..! Luna?” You couldn’t muster a word, your body trembling and your vision spotting before everything went dark.
…
Whining a little your head felt fuzzy and your muscles ached with every little movement. It took a moment before you forced your eyes open meeting the dark ceiling above, a few stalagmites hanging above you as brief confusion washed over your figure. Your body trembled a little as you heard a tongue clack, “You should be closer to the fire.”
You groaned a little as you rubbed your head, your vision a little bleared as you rubbed your eyes before glancing up to the familiar voice of Namjoon who had just finished placing a fresh piece of firewood onto the small little fire that wasn’t too far from you, “C’mere my little omega.” He scooped you up effortlessly making you whine.
You didn’t have any energy to objection though as Namjoon sat down, his back against the cave wall and now closer to the fire where your body was trembling as much, “You’re soaked to the bone,” He tutted, letting a hand press against your forehead before sighing, “You should’ve got someone to help you Y/n. You could’ve been killed diving into that water on your own.”
You trembled once more, shifting a little in Namjoon’s grip before nudging your nose against his neck, the overwhelming scent of cedar and firewood relaxing your senses as you buried against your mate, “If I had gone to go get help that girl would’ve died.” You mumbled in weak objection against his neck, closing your eyes tiredly as you felt Namjoon’s hand begin to tenderly stroke through your hair, “Besides, I’m alive still, aren’t I?”
You smiled weakly as you glanced up at Namjoon, he didn’t return the sentiment though, his eyes were a deep mahogany brown, piercing your gaze with his own and the fire reflecting and exaggerated his high cheekbones that much more.
“That doesn’t mean you will be in the future,” He growled, this time in a more stern voice causing your lips to quiver as they dropped, “Take somebody with you next time. I…” He sighed, his expression relaxing once more as he buried into your hair, “I couldn’t live with myself if you died and I just- I just let you. You’re my mate, I’m supposed to take care of you.”
You frowned at his words, feeling somewhat conflicted. You had dreamt your whole life of being taken care of, of wanting someone to care, to comfort and coddle your every step. But...You didn’t have that sentiment growing up, and now actually having it…”But I’m okay. Namjoon,” You pulled away a little, your hair still damp and clinging to your face as you pushed it away, “I can take care of myself. I’ve had too my whole life.”
You lowered your gaze a little as you tugged on a strand of your hair, “I...I know...that I’ve been a bit distant. And that we should already be mated by now. And I know that I haven’t been the easiest to get to know but, I just...I just need time, to get to know you, to become comfortable with the pack...I’ve been on my own for so long, it’s overwhelming in ways that it shouldn’t be.”
You felt insecure about how you felt, truthfully. You should be grateful, you should be happy that you’ve somehow, against all odds, found your mate. That you should let him mate with you and get a move on with your new life. But it was difficult, in ways you felt like it shouldn’t be but it was hard getting used to such friendly smiles, to having your mate tenderly take care of you. Being called Luna, was rather overwhelming.
“Y/n,” Namjoon sighed, his forehead resting on yours as his thumb rubbed against your cheek bone, “I’ve already told you we don’t have to be in a hurry. You can take as much time as you want to get used to the pack and we can take our time getting to know one another. I’ll be just as dedicated to you now as I will when we mate.” he nipped playfully at your neck making a smile tug on your lips, “But I will always be protective of you. That’s my instinctive nature.”
You sighed in understanding, no matter how it made you feel, Namjoon was right. Mates were always protective, Alpha mates in particular, some more so than others. Even if Namjoon didn’t display it as often as others it was still there.
You closed your eyes as you curled up against him, letting his fingers continue to untangle your hair in little strokes, a few pecks against your head here and there, “Have you been told why we’re here at the Northern Mountains?” You perked up a little with a yawn as you glanced up at Namjoon in confusion, a smile on his face as he brushed the hair away from your face, “We’re visiting Arestella, to see the Royal family. The Prince summoned us not long ago”
Your lips parted a little as you tilted your head, “The Jeon Dynasty?” They were considered one of the kindest Dynasties to rule over Arestella for centuries- that was of course if you ignored the current king who outlawed magick and had sentenced the Witch Hunt to begin. But that was nearly fifty years ago now. Otherwise they had a fairly peaceful rule, it wasn’t too big of a surprise to you that their Crowned Prince signed an ally treaty with Namjoon. But still, to actually be here with Namjoon and him saying you’d be going to the Kingdom of Vampires, it was all a bit surreal.
Namjoon’s smile widened as he nodded, “Yes, me and the Prince- Jungkook have some business to attend. Apparently there's been a massive stir in demonic energy. There've been a lot of rumored Demon sightings that’s caused fright among Arestella’s outer villages.”
You frowned as you pressed your lips together, hesitating for a moment as you rubbed the back of your neck, “Demons? Are they really real?” You felt somewhat hesitant to ask. You mind going back to when you last attempted to escape your pack. Those magenta eyes and silver hair, they were almost otherworldly...and the way they just...disappeared into thin air...
Namjoon offered you a weak smile as he shrugged, “I think so, I don’t know about the Prince’s involvement with demon’s but if he believes they’re real then I’d be willing to bet they are. He has ties in all sorts of different affairs. Demonic energy doesn’t always equate demons though, sometimes it’s just been plagued by Witches for a long time.”
You hummed in response. You could see where witches could build demonic energy- not that you necessarily believed all witches were bad. People liked to fear monger and point fingers and be done with it. But things were rarely that simple in life. You still felt bad for all the witches that died during the Witch Hunt, a dark period in time just in the passing of Magicks outlaw.
“I guess we’ll see when we arrive.” You mumbled as you let your head rest in the crook of Namjoon’s neck, his arms wrapping around you as he held you close.
“Soon enough my little omega.” There it was again, that giddy little smile on your face as you sighed in contentment. Life wasn’t all too bad, even in it’s less fine moments.
The journey to Arestella had been peaceful, the weather had become gradually colder with each passing day and soon frost would be covering the ground and nights would become freezing without fire. This however, wasn’t a big deal for wolves as you had been custom to this for some time. When the air was colder the pack would shift and the fur of your animal counterpart kept you warm.
The one thing you were still struggling with was all the respect everyone gave to you. You felt yourself fumbling at times due to how friendly and kind everyone was. At first, you wondered if it was just because you were mates with the Alpha. It wasn’t the first you had seen everyone give special treatment to a Luna.
Your eyes would warily watch over the other Omega’s in the pack who all appeared happy, anytime one was struggling a Beta was practically bouncing over to assist whenever needed. Things seemed so contrary to how you lived your life. Even now in such a spacious tent where the heat of the fire licked in the air where you settled against the small cot in contentment.
Nudging against the pillow as you sighed, Namjoon and Jackson the head Beta had been talking about taking an alternate route to Arestella over the past few days which had lead to him not joining you until later.
Hearing the soft crunch of leaves had your head perking and you could almost feel your inner wolf’s tail thwacking harshly as you curled up, the flap of the tent opening to see Namjoon’s- happy but obviously tired expression, “Happy to see me pup?” He teased lightly as you grabbed the stiff pillow to nudge against it to hide your smile.
You were shameless in watching him pull the billowing shirt over his head to reveal the taunt thick muscles of his back to your view, your legs pressing together as you pulled the fur blanket over your chin, “How was the meeting?” You asked as Namjoon rolled his neck before taking a seat in bed, his hand resting against your head as he softly stroked your hair.
“Good,” He hummed before laying down facing you, a soft smile tugging on his lips as he let his fingers curl around a strand, “We received a pigeon from the Sisterhood today.” You raised your brows a little in curiosity.
The Sisterhood? You had heard of them of course, anyone who hadn’t was obviously living under a rock, or a century old witch perhaps, Namjoon chuckled a little at your expression as his hand met with your cheek once more, “We work in accord with them much like many other packs. We share the land with them and it only makes sense.”
“Well yes,” You replied, it certainly wasn’t unheard of for the Sisterhood and wolves to work together, even your pack had assistance given to them by the Sisterhood from time to time, “But I didn’t realize you were that chummy with one another.” You snorted as you raised a brow.
Namjoon clacked his tongue, his thumb stroking along your cheekbone making you shuffle closer to his warm body, “You know the story of how wolves came to be, yes?”
“...Well...I’ve heard a few different variations.” You replied with a shrug, nearly every wolf knew a tale of how your species came to be but they widely varied. Your now curious as to what this had to do with the Sisterhood’s involvement.
Namjoon gave a knowing smile as he replied, “It’s been passed down between generations of my family that a very long time ago, when the Moon was still young she- for the first time heard a prayer. It was of a young boy who had been attacked by our counterpart, wolves,”
Namjoon tenderly pushed the strand of hair behind you as he spoke, “The young boy was crying and he bled beyond saving. As the life force left his body and he took his last breath beneath the full moon, pitied, the Moon Goddess took mercy on him and blessed him. Her powers only reigned so far, and so she turned him into a wolf. The Moon Goddess told the boy that once his wounds would heal he would be safe to return to human. But now he must bear the dual nature of both animal and human.”
“When the rumors began to fester, the men of the villages nearby wanted to hunt the monster,” Namjoon hummed his fingers tracing down to your jawline, “The boy’s lover however, discovered who he was and pleaded with the men of the village. When they would not listen, the girl was sent a blessing by the Moon Goddess. The Bow of Lux. It became clear to her that if they would not listen to her, she would make them listen,”
Namjoon gave a wry smile as he continued, “When the last man perished, the girl swore her life to the Moon Goddess and would continue to protect those who lived inside the forest and those who lived outside. The Moon Goddess, pleased, allowed her to form the Sisterhood and once she passed on, they say her soul turned to stardust and became Orion’s bow.”
You perked a little as you smiled, “Is that why the women in the Sisterhood are only allowed to be addressed by celestial names to outsiders?” You had never heard that part of the story! It sounded so…! So forlorn yet, meant to be. Divine even.
Namjoon chuckled as he patted your head, “Perhaps, that’s one of many theories. Orion is the patron of the Sisterhood, the first to protect. They pray to her for strength before they go into battle. My point however,” Namjoon tutted a little, his eyes crinkling in adoration, “Is that no matter what tale is being told, the wolves and the Sisterhood go hand in hand. We protect and work with one another when needed.”
“Then what did the Sisterhood want?” You whined a little, impatient at Namjoon’s wordiness, he tapped your neck in gentle scold as you wiggled closer to him, his arm finally wrapping around you as he curved a brow.
Clacking his tongue he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your forehead, “Don’t be pushy pup,” You could hear the playful scold in his tone, “It was sent by one of the independent scouts; Vega. She asked that we keep our eyes out for a witch that lives in the North.”
You frowned as you asked, “A witch? What could she want with a witch?”
Namjoon shrugged, his fingers tracing against your hip as he replied, “I can’t say for sure. All I know is she wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. I know requesting Arestella to find a witch would probably get her hanged.”
“Are Vampires really that fickle?” You raised your brows, unable to stop the snort, you had never seen a Vampire before but you had heard about them plenty and how proud they were. You didn’t understand why the reigning king banned Magick as it was, especially when it seemed as if their society relied on it previously.
Namjoon also scoffed out an amused laugh, “You’d be surprised. Nobody follows the rules more than the own royal court. The Mad King makes sure of it. Anyone caught using magick is either hanged or burned. Even the court is not excluded.” You shivered a little at the thought.
“And will you keep an eye out then?” You asked, you supposed since Blood Moon was nomadic like any other pack, Arestella couldn’t hold you accountable for the laws of their lands. But it made you worried.
Namjoon closed his eyes solemnly, “I will, I’d never turn my back on the Sisterhood. Furthermore, the Prince doesn’t know all of my affairs. If it doesn’t concern our relationship then he doesn’t need to know.” He finally pulled you against him as you squeaked a little, your nose immediately nudging against his neck as you coiled against him, “You’ve been awfully curious tonight pup.” He whispered in your ear.
A smile tugged on your lips as you inhaled his scent slowly, you could almost vividly smell the crackle of burnt wood against his skin, the kerosene he had split earlier while helping build a fire, a whine suddenly escaping your lips as you felt heat pooling between your legs. Your face throbbing as you embarrassingly pushed against his neck to hide yourself.
This had been happening a lot, putting off your consummation had taken a toll on your body, constantly making you become aroused when you became too close to your mate for too long. The need to be filled with him was a constant ache, as if sensing that Namjoon let out an instinctive growl, his thigh suddenly forcing its way between your legs as he whispered in your ear once more, “I can smell how wet you are little one.”
Your face throbbed even harder as your hips began rubbing into his thigh in search of friction you needed, desperately. Namjoon and you both had agreed taking things slow was for the best….But that certainly hadn’t stopped him or you from testing the waters a little…
Your arms wrapped around his neck as you whined against, letting your hips drag against his warm thick thigh as your clit pressed gently against his skin, the pleasure nearly sent you pathetically howling against his skin, “This isn’t fair!” You whimpered, your thighs shaking and your panties becoming stickier within seconds.
Namjoon’s laugh was deeper this time, as if amused at how frantic his little omega was, “Then take what you deserve my little pup.” He nipped against your ear as you jumped, his hands grabbing your waist as he rolled unto his back, forcing your to straddle him as your lips quivered into a pout.
Your clit was throbbing though and seeing how inviting his thighs looked was an opportunity you couldn’t pass up, shifting to place yourself against one as you whined a little, unable to stare directly at him as your hips wiggled in need against his thigh. Pleasure swelled in your body and a muffled whine escaped you before you jumped at the sound of leaves crunching.
Namjoon instinctively sat up as you curled against him, not a second later hearing the sound of footsteps as a voice called out, “Namjoon, I need just one more thing.” Jackson called out as you crumpled against your mate.
You felt embarrassed at letting your hormones get the best of you. Namjoon as if sensing this gently stroked a hand through your hair before pressing a kiss against your head, “Don’t look so disappointed, we can always try again later.”
Your lips quivered into a scowl as you pouted, flopping against the bed as Namjoon chuckled before calling out, “I’ll be out in a moment.” It was just as well Jackson had interrupted when he had. Who would’ve known what that would spiral into if you had been left alone.
“You look wide eyed.” Namjoon chuckled as he watched you circle around yourself, lips gaping as you glanced around in curiosity. There were so many sights and sounds it was hard to take it all in at once, “C’mere my pup, I don’t want you getting lost.” He grabbed your hand attentively as he pulled you along.
The journey to Arestella had taken another day and a half but you did eventually arrive and you were in near awe at the sight. You had never been in a Kingdom before, much less the grand jewel of the realm. You could smell the hefty scent of fresh baked loathes from the few humans that dared to reside in the realm of Vampires.
Today was a beautiful day, apparently Arestella wasn’t known to be the sunniest Kingdom but today seemed to be different, the sky was a brilliant azure blue with fluffy billowing clouds to compliment it’s sky and the breeze was cool against the day’s warm air, “I’ve never been somewhere so...crowded.” You managed to say as you squeezed past a group of people, staying particularly close to Namjoon as you glanced around wide eyed.
“There’s much excitement to see,” Namjoon chuckled, “If you think this is incredible, wait until we see the castle. That’s where we’ll be staying the next few days. Jackson will keep everyone settled in the outskirts of town meanwhile.”
You couldn’t deny you were excited, you could see the gothic castle even from here despite it being so far away. The day was busy and everyone was bustling but if there was one thing you noticed...It was a lack of color...or thereof…What color there was seemed very organized, as if these people were all in groups. And then occasionally you’d spot a bright pop of red of some of the people you passed, “Why is everyone dressed so...dark…” You frowned as you kept close to your mate.
“They have a very strict system here in Arestella, they use colors to keep classes separated. It’s mostly in jewelry you’ll see it. Humans must wear red in some form as it’s stated by law if they live in Arestella. Blue is often a color worn by wealthy families, a multiple array of colors can be worn by the average vampire. I’m not very familiar with how it all works though. Vampires have their own class system like us wolves have though.” Namjoon explained as he guided you through the crowd as you curiously looked around.
You felt a smile tug on your lips as you glanced around, excitedly spotting another patch of red on a young girls neck, she appeared around your age and she- unlike you- seemed used to the large crowds of people, yet oddly enough despite being surrounded by vampires she didn’t look the least scared, “How can humans live here despite knowing a vampires nature? I think we don’t give them enough credit sometimes.” You commented as you let your eyes focus ahead.
“Most likely because humans here use sigils to keep them protected from feral vampires,” Namjoon snorted, looking somewhat amused at how fascinated you seemed by this strange new world, “They live quite peacefully. Vampires are a bit proud though, they don’t like admitting that they do need humans to survive. No matter how much they can argue that they can feast on turned vampires, they still need humans for that to happen.”
You hummed in curiosity before laughing a little, noticing the mild annoyance in Namjoon’s tone as he glanced ahead, a hint of smile on his face when he heard you as you both walked hand in hand. Eventually you did make it up to the castle together.
You had never seen anything like it, the way the dark brick walls towered high above your head and the wings of the castle stood large and proud. Even though the courtyard was filled with lush flowers and benches for rest, it looked like something straight out of a fairytale. You didn’t understand how guards and maids could walk by without so much as a glance at the beautiful scenery.
Namjoon tugged you along as your lips parted, the castle doors opening upon your arrival and you were greeted by a smiling maid that curtsied to you both immediately guiding you up several flights of stairs, the corridors were long but you couldn’t help but focus on the beautiful marble flooring.
The way the original white swirled with black and greys and speckled gold with even some peacock blue highlighting. Or the doors and the Jeon’s symbol painted in silver on each door, or the way the handles reflected their polished shine against the light that flooded in rays of gold through the windows.
You had never been somewhere so refined. All you had ever known was the wild untamed beauty of nature, mountains and thickets of evergreen and streams that clashed with marshes. Sleeping out in the woods were galaxies formed in the sky, where you could even see speckles of stardust in the sky. You didn’t realize two things could be so different, yet so beautiful in their own way.
“Here you are Sir Kim! His royal Highness will be with you in a moment!” She curtsied once more before shutting the doors of the room. The room was spacious and wide, it appeared to be...an office of some sort? Your brows furrowed a little as you walked in, the fireplace was not lit up but there were four chairs, two on either side of a rug that was placed in front of it.
Then there was the desk on the far end of the room next to a large window that overlooked the woods near the castle.
On the other end of the room was an assortment of trinkets of...personal achievements maybe? You perked at the sound of footsteps padding down the hallway gently, “There’s something wrong…!” Your brows furrowed and your head tilted like a puppy at the sound of a soft feminine voice, they must’ve been at the far end of the hallway, walking closer to the door you tried to listen better.
“Shh, worry not my love. I’ll deal with it. Right now you should be attending your lessons. I promise nothing will happen.” The other voice was deep yet soft, alluring in dulcet quiet manner, yet seemed attentive and in demand for everyone's attention, “I’ll discuss everything with Blood Moon’s leader.”
You could hear a faint sigh, “Please Jungkook...I...I don’t know what I’d do if this turns out to be true.” You felt your face immediately burn in embarrassment.
You just eavesdropped on the Vampiric Prince’s private conversation with his mate!
You whirled away from the door as you fumbled to sit down next to Namjoon who looked at you curiously, “Heard something you shouldn’t have?” You scowled at his teasing words as you crossed your arms. Namjoon had been scolding you recently on your nosey habit of using your one good ability to your advantage far too often.
The door opened quietly as your gaze immediately followed the noise. You were met with a tall man, who just like everyone else in Arestella was undoubtedly beautiful, but even then. Prince Jungkook seemed unnaturally beautiful, his dark raven hair contrasting heavily against his glossed pristine pale skin, his hair hung low on his face and one side tucked behind his ear giving him an oddly regal look.
A smile graced his lips as he bowed while you and Namjoon stood up, “It’s good to see you again Namjoon,” His voice, confirmed the same dulcet tone you heard in the hallway before his eyes turned to look at you, they were a deep burgundy red not at all the bright red that Namjoon’s eyes usually glowed, “You must be his new mate. You have my congratulations.”
You gave an awkward smile, feeling your face heat up at someone so beautiful staring directly into your soul as you fumbled with your fingers, a noise escaping you that made you all the more embarrassed as you hid somewhat behind your mate, “She’s a little shy,” Namjoon smiled endearingly down at you, a hand affectionately combing through your hair as you glared with a pout at the ground, “This is Y/n, my mate. You may call her Luna. She’s just here to observe today in case she needs to come in my place in the future.”
Jungkook nodded before taking a seat across from you both as you sat down once more, “Then let’s start. We’ve been getting a heavy influx of demonic energy on the south side of Incúrsio. I’m aware you’ve had some tension with them in the past but it’s different this time. Despite the Ceremony’s passing they’re experiencing mass hysteria saying it’s the end of the world. After doing a little bit of poking…” Jungkook sighed, shutting his eyes as you sensed a vague annoyance fill him, “I found out there’s a reason why.”
Namjoon tilted his head in observation, you had never seen his expression so quizzical before but then again you had never seen Namjoon in such an important meeting, “And that is?”
“A...friend,” Jungkook offered a weak smile, “Has told me there’s been a bit of, descent in the underworld if you will...One of the Prince’s of Hell, in his words was: ‘Throwing a tantrum’ and to ‘not worry about it’,” Jungkook looked semi exasperated as you furrowed your brows, “But despite his words we’ve been getting reported demon sightings and if a portal to Hell has been weakened for any demon strong enough to push through the traversing barrier we’re going to have a problem. He said he’d take care of it but...I have some doubt.” Jungkook sighed.
Namjoon frowned as he rested his chin against his head, “So what do you want Blood Moon to do about it?”
“I want you to keep an eye out of any demonic energy, I know you’re a nomadic group and you travel all over the realm...Said friend, assumes it’s only the portal in Incúrsio but...Given the reports I’ve received from other royal officials in other Kingdoms, it doesn’t seem like it. And please, ignore the people of Incuriso should you go back to your homestead meanwhile. They’re unwell right now and cannot think straight.” Jungkook answered, his gaze looking out the window into the wilderness were the tree’s swaying with the wind delicately.
“We’ll do what we can, but if Incúrsio tries to attack my people. I can’t make any promises Jungkook.” Namjoon hummed as he leaned back in his seat, “But I will do what I can to defuse the situation should it arise. Is that all?”
“For now,” Jungkook replied, fixing the cuff of his sleeve before glancing back up, “But you’re staying the next few days for a reason. Please make yourselves comfortable in the palace. I expect to see you both at dinner.” You nodded as you and Namjoon stood up making your way for the door, “Luna,”
You paused at the deep voice of Jungkook as he called out, “A word please?” You glanced at Namjoon as you frowned, he gave a small smile encouragingly, stroking your hair once before exiting the room, closing the door behind him as you timidly turned around. Something about the Vampiric Prince put you on guard, though you were positive it was simply due to just how intimidatingly attractive him and his kin were.
You got an oddly seductive, yet dangerous energy from any vampire you had came into contact with since arriving to Arestella, Jungkook wasn’t an exception, “Please, don’t look so timid,” Jungkook offered a gentle smile as he folded his hands as if to appear non threatening, “I just wanted to speak to you for a moment. Much like my own mate, everyone has been awaiting Namjoon to find his other half. I wish you the best of luck on becoming Blood Moon’s Luna.”
He stood up, elegantly walking up to you, eyes dark like pools of the blood yet there was nothing dangerous or malicious about them, “If you’re ever in need of a place to stay Arestella’s doors will always be open to you. My kingdom would be happy to serve Blood Moon’s Luna in any need or situation. I hope you enjoy your stay here.”
Tugging on a strand of your hair you managed a tiny smile as you glanced up at him, “Thank you, it’s appreciated.”
To that Jungkook offered a dazzling smile that showed off the sharp teeth of his fangs, his smile could put nearly anyone to shame as he chuckled, walking to his desk as he hummed, “You should meet my mate while you’re here. I feel like you’d both get along rather well. And she’s often lonely these days. The court,” You could see the dismay in Jungkook’s eyes as he stood in front of the large window by his desk, “They aren’t accepting of commoners like her. She doesn’t like to worry me but I can tell she struggles by herself when I’m unable to keep her company. She could use a friend to confide in.”
You swallowed thickly as you managed a smile, nodding, “Of course! I’ll make sure to introduce myself if I get a chance.” It felt like an incredible honor to have the crowned Prince of Arestella ask if you could keep his mate company but you’d try your best.
You just didn’t know who she was outside of the news you had heard. Despite being in isolation word eventually made its way to your pack that the Vampiric Prince had found his mate, but not only his mate, but a commoner at that.
Many in your pack sneered at that and often laughed, someone of low ranking suddenly becoming the mate of someone powerful? Unheard of.
You felt a vague sense of empathy, you were in the same position as the Princess at one time. Except your new pack were very accepting of you...You supposed the same could not be said for the future Princess of Arestella, you couldn’t imagine how snide the Court must’ve truly been.
“I’ll see you later then.” Jungkook offered you one last small smile before you left his office, closing the door gently before you noticed Namjoon waiting down the hallway, his eyes set on the artwork that displayed on the walls.
“Finished?” Namjoon hummed as he glanced over to you, a hand falling to your head to pat it as you pouted a little as you nodded, “Then come along, they prepared lunch for us. What did Jungkook want to talk to you about?”
You tilted your head, his tone rather strange. It sounded as if he was trying to come off relaxed but there was a tense note in his delivery. But then it struck you, most werewolves were naturally jealous of their mate associating with the opposite sex, alpha’s no doubt.
You felt a teasing smile tug on your lips as you snickered, “Nothing, he just wanted to ask if I could speak to his mate, to become friends with her. Despite having similar class systems, it seems the court is rather….Icy about her becoming one of them.”
“That’s not too big of a surprise,” Namjoon wrapped an arm around you, keeping you snug against him as he continued, “Royal court is always filled with people who look down their noses at one another. Civilization is an odd sort but they make it work. I’m sure his mate does feel lonely. I’d hate to be a commoner entering the court. Many are wolves disguised as sheep.”
You tilted your head in thought, that was often an analogy humans used to describe people who pretended to be innocent when they were truly guilty. You supposed you could see what he meant by his words despite feeling as though wolves really weren’t all that bad, “It’s just odd. I can’t imagine being in that position.”
“Well the good news is that you aren’t.” Namjoon pressed a kiss against the top of your head making you smile as you wrapped your arms around his waist, nudging his arm a little, a silent ask for affection, “And we don’t have to deal with any kind of courts fickle business.”
Namjoon immediately complied, his hands stroking your sides as you paused in your spot, preening at his pet against your skin and the way his lips peppered against your cheeks, “You look like a little pup my omega.” He whispered, a small smirk on his face as he nipped the tip of your nose, “Always whining and begging for affection, always greedy for more.”
You stretched your neck a little at the feeling of his nose rubbing against your neck, a surprised whine escaping you at the feeling of his scent gland suddenly knocking against you, “You smell like vampire.” Namjoon growled against your ear, a whine escaping you as you tugged on his loose button up shirt, “When you should smell like me instead.”
He nipped your ear in warning to be quiet as he rubbed his scent gland along your neck. It was in your nature to be obedient, standing completely still as you allowed Namjoon to continue to scent you. Often a gesture done right before mating or simply a display of dominance.
“Are you wet little omega?” Namjoon growled in your ear quietly making a pathetic whimper escape you, your thighs squeezing together as you lowered your gaze in embarrassment. Of course he could smell your heady scent, “Do you like being reminded of who you belong to?”
His voice was deep and murmured in your ear causing you to tug on his shirt as he rubbed his scent gland one last time on your neck, “Come on, let’s get lunch. I’m sure you’re starving.” Your lips parted in almost offense at the way Namjoon suddenly pulled away, obviously satisfied with his work as you now were drenched in his scent and panties dripping wet.
“What?” Namjoon tilted his head innocently but you could see that evil glint in his eyes that enjoyed watching you squirm as you glared at him, pulling away from him with a pout as you crossed your arms, “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it.” Namjoon lovingly stroked your hair as he kept his arm loose around you as you began walking once more.
This man was going to be the absolute death of you.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” The flecks of concern were apparent in Namjoon’s eyes as he frowned, sitting up in bed as he was preparing to attend another meeting with the Prince and his order of knights. His hand gently resting on your head, thumb soothingly swiping over your warm skin as you nodded, yawning a little as you tried curling closer to his body.
You looked rather pitiful truthfully, stretching your arms out to him as a verbal whine escaped you, wanting his affection once more as he smiled endearingly, “Sorry little omega,” Namjoon cooed as he brushed your hair from your eyes, “I have to attend this meeting. I’ll come back once it’s finished and then we can stay in bed for as long as you’d like.”
Your body trembled a little, a bead of sweat beginning to trickle down your forehead as you whined again, “Do you really have to go?” You mumbled, your head laying in his lap as his fingers tenderly stroked through your hair lovingly. You weren’t sure what it was but you had woken up in the middle of the night feeling hot and you had since been clinging to Namjoon. All you did know was you felt much needier than normal for affection.
You didn’t want your mate to leave.
“It sounds pretty important,” Namjoon leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead before frowning, “You’re burning up. I knew that cold rain was going to catch up to you.” He sighed with a tut as you offered a weak smile, letting your arms wrap around his waist as he shifted in his seat, “I’ll send a maid to make sure you’re taken care of while I’m gone. Now c’mon on little omega, I need to go before I’m late.”
You let out a louder whine, the innate need for your alpha to be by your side running through your veins as you curled against him. You could feel sweat dripping down your collar bones as you nudged your nose against his stomach.
Namjoon looked a little guilty as he pried your hands off him, tears welling in your eyes as you whined again curling up in bed as your body trembled once more, “Shhh, I’ll be back sweetheart. Hopefully your fever will have gone down a little by the time I do.”
Namjoon let go of your figure as you weakly cried out, collapsing against your pillow as you whimpered unable to speak at the way your wolf was crying out in desperation for your mate to not leave you. The door closed gently as your body continuously began to tremble and with shaky hands you tied up your hair as you began shedding your clothes.
You were so hot. Another whine escaped you as you laid down back in bed, a violent tremor sounding through your body and your muscles were beginning to lock and clench as you groaned. A few minutes later a knock gently sounded at the door before a maid appeared inside.
She gave you a sympathetic smile, “The Alpha told me what was going on, I have some cool rags to help with the fever miss, we’ve sent a maid to get you a tonic to help cool you off.” She explained gently as she kneeled down, bless her heart as she gently placed the cool cloth over your forehead as you tried to suppress the whine from your lips.
Your wolf was just about as pathetic as you right now, howling and crying at her mate leaving her. The rag was quickly to dry up as the maid gently patted your collarbones down as she frowned, “You feel much hotter than most with a fever, are you sure you don’t have any other ailments?”
Your lips trembled for a moment as you thought about it. Abruptly you stiffened as your thighs clenched together, the sticky feeling of arousal making another whimper force its way out of your lips, “I’-I’m okay! It’s um….It’s just a...wolf thing…” You forced a smile as you clenched your thighs together, the maid frowned not understanding your words before she sighed, “Very well, but don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.” You nodded rapidly, trying to ignore the itch to let your hands furiously get to work.
You groaned as the door shut, trying to squeeze your thighs shut as if it would make it any better. Most humans and vampires alike may have derived the word Mate from werewolves but...your nature was still a mystery to them. Your long delayed heat included.
Your body had been in survival mode for so long that your heat hadn’t come in a long time, you never expected for it to come so early. No wonder you had felt so needy for your mates attention.
A whine escaped you once more as you flopped on your stomach, burying into the mattress before your hips immediately began rubbing into the bed in desperate need of friction, heat was suffocating you and pain was beginning to well in your lower body.
Omegas were truly the worst off with monthly heats whereas Beta’s only experienced them every three months and once every six months for Alpha’s. Over all being an omega truly was miserable. You had forgotten all about your heat after your body kicked into survival mode causing you to miss.
It made sense for it’s return though, you had met your mate, you not only were safe but you were taken care of and pampered. Your heat suddenly showering up was like your body telling you it was time to get pregnant. Your thighs began trembling at the idea of your mate, your alpha mounting you and filling you with his big knot.
You buried your face into the pillow as you whined, it didn’t matter how pathetically you humped the bed it wasn’t a replacement for what you craved. What your body needed and why arousal was seeping from your tiny hole and walls that squeezed around nothing at the idea of your alpha’s cock filling you up to breed you.
Just the idea of Namjoon’s scent was making you nearly delirious as your hips desperately rocked into the mattress once more, the strength of your heat intensifying with each moment before all you could do was tremble and whine against the bed, desperately looking for anything to help the pain. The mattress, the pillows, your fingers, anything.
Two hours.
That was how long Namjoon’s meeting took. Two hours before your ears perked up at the sound of the familiar footsteps, your wolf's tail was practically flying back and forth and crying out in need. Another wave of heat filtered through your body making sweat drip down your neck as you shakily sat up. The door quietly opened as Namjoon walked in, locking it behind him before he turned to face you.
His expression turned to sympathy that had you whining and whimpering, too weak to stand up but if you could you’d already be climbing up his tall figure, “Oh my little omega,” His voice was deeper than usual, a growl vibrating in his chest causing arousal to slide down your thighs as he slowly approached, “I could smell you all the way from the staircase.”
Your thighs felt weak at the way he stood in front of the bed looking down at you dauntingly as you fumbled against the bed, “Alpha,” You whined, lowering your gaze subserviently as you stumbled against the sheets, getting on all fours before presenting yourself for him your thighs shaky and pain coursing through you as you whimpered, “Please. Alpha it hurts.”
“Does it hurt omega?” Namjoon’s voice was growled and dominance seeped in his tone as you flinched at the feeling of his hand resting on the swell of your ass, “Do you need your alpha to stuff you full of his knot?” You jump with a cry at his hand slamming against your ass with a sting, tears pricking at your eyes as your hips impatiently backed against him.
A snarled growl left his lips as your cunt was met with the thick length of his cock hardened in his pants before his hands roughly grabbed your hips, “Be patient little omega,” His hands gripped your hips harshly and the smell of his scent wafting through the room was making you light headed as another drop of arousal seeped from your needy cunt, “Do you need your alpha to fill you? Do you need my pups little one? Do you need to be bred like a good little bitch?”
It was taking every ounce of energy to not needily drag yourself against his hips as you cried out with a frustrated whine, “Please alpha! Please! I’ll be a good mommy! I’ll take care of our pups! Please.” You needed to be filled with his cum.
Namjoon was filled with both arousal and his primal instincts running wild at the sight of you so subservient and pliable in his hands, your smell was thick and heady in the air causing a growl to escape his lips again, “Oh will you?” Namjoon growled softly, his cock throbbing his pants as his hands stroked against your soft ass, his hand dragging down before cupping you’re wet cunt as you whined.
Your toes curled as your hips began to frantically grind against his fingers, “Ah-ah! Alpha...!” Namjoon tutted, gripping your hips with his free hand as you whimpered against the sheets, your eyes filling with tears at the way your body burned and yet your mate was still teasing you, “You need to be patient little one.” Namjoon growled with a tease in his tone, his long slim fingers dragging against your wet folds as you whined, your back arching once more to try and coax him to give you what you wanted.
Instead his fingers only dragged down to meet your tender swollen clit, a cry escaping your lips as your walls clenched around nothing but air, “You’re so wet my little omega, do you need your alpha’s cock inside you,” Namjoon moaned his fingers circling and pressing against your sensitive sensitive bud as his eyes became lidded with desire watching the way you pitifully jolted and jerked to stay still for him.
Your muscles tensed before your hips began rubbing against his fingers, “What did I say?” Namjoon let out a low growl making you whine once more. His hand was not so light anymore as he struck your ass making you whimper before obediently stilling for him once more to do whatever he pleased.
His fingers dragged up your folds before you squeaked against the mattress as his finger pushing slowly into you, a second finger slid in with just as much ease due to your excessive arousal as you whimpered, “Alpha! Please! I need it! I need it please!” You begged with a sob as his fingers began jamming against your g-spot, your walls squeezing around him impossibly tight as your lips parted and your eyes snapped shut. This wasn’t at all a replacement for what you needed but it still felt amazing. You just needed more.
“You’re squeezing around me so tight little omega,” Namjoon cooed mockingly, you could practically hear the smirk on his face as his fingers began giving little thrusts as you felt drool dribbling against your chin, “How much do you need my cock bitch?” He growled, grabbing your hair as he yanked it, a gurgled cry escaped you as he pushed his fingers inside you once more.
Your hips unable to stay still anymore immediately began fucking yourself against him as you moaned and whined, his finger pads dragging along that little spongy spot as you gurgled, “Please! Alpha!” You could hardy formulate words as tears dropped down your face pleasure was twisting in your body yet it still wasn’t enough.
Namjoon let go of your hair to dive between your legs, his fingers dragging along your clit making you nearly cry out at the way your walls clenched around his fingers and the orgasm flooding through you. Your lips were parted and frantic cries escapes you as you rutted messily against his fingers, “Alpha!” Your cries were pathetic as the burning in your body only strengthened at the realization there wasn’t a knot filling your cunt.
Namjoon clacked his tongue at the sound of your pitiful sobs, your walls unbearably tight around his fingers and your hips attempted to back against him as he pulled them out of you, “My pretty omega,” He cooed softly, “Are you gonna be a good girl and let me fill your little cunt with my pups?”
His hands stroked against your sides as your legs violently shook while frantically nodding, “I’ll be a good mommy! Alpha please! Please! Need your knot! Please!” Your back arched harshly as you presented your cunt for him, desperately hoping he’d give you what your body was crying for.
Your head was becoming foggy and the need for something, anything to fill you with a knot became your number one need. Namjoon as if sensing you couldn’t take anymore teasing began to undone the knot of his pants, “You’ll be a good little bitch and carry my pups? You’ll let your alpha breed you like a good girl.” Namjoon let out a soft moan, his eyes closing as his cock sprung free, bobbing in the air in search for your cunt as his hands dragged against your waist, roughly petting down your sides as you whined at his praise.
Your body tensed and swelled with excitement as you squeezed your eyes shut at the feeling of his thick bulbous tip dragging along your wet slit as another deep growl left him, “Be a good girl and stay still.” You were whining against the sheets as his bulbous tip pushed inside you, the pain hardly even there as your heat had caused you to become dripping. Unlike humans you were made to be pounded into.
“Alpha! Alpha please!” You whined, your eyes shut tightly as you strangled a mewl while keeping your body obediently still. You could hear a low growled moan from Namjoon as he pushed his cock further inside you, your cunt eagerly letting him slide in further.
“Mmm so tight,” He leaned down as he growled against your ear making you squeak as your walls tightened around him, “My little omega likes presenting her cunt doesn’t she? Does she like to be fucked hard and knotted?” You didn’t get the chance to answer before Namjoon’s hips were slamming into you, his cock fixing the ache of your cunt as you moaned embarrassingly loud as your face pressed against the mattress.
Pleasure was immediate as you cried out, moans escaping you as your walls needily clenched around his cock, “Alpha!” You whined before squealing against the mattress at the feeling of his long fingers pressing into your tender swollen clit. You whimpered as pleasure welled hotly inside you, your body needy for him after denying your consummation for so long. Your body was being lurched with every powerful thrust of Namjoon as he growled, “That’s it omega, milk your Alpha’s cock, mmm that’s it. You want your alpha’s knot don’t you?”
“Yes please! Please! I’ll be a good girl.” You whined not having the energy to do anything but stay obediently in place as his massive cock continued splitting your cunt with every thrust, just feeling his thick length was causing your head to spin and your pleasure spiking as you mewled, “Alpha y-your so big…! Alpha please.”
Your hips kept trying to buck into him causing a low snarl to escape him, Namjoon sounded nearly primal compared to his gentle level headed manners, hand large hands tightly gripping your hips and forcing them still as you whined in impatience your body craved his knot badly but you had heard Alpha’s don’t knot as quick as Beta’s.
“Be patience bitch.” Namjoon growled, his hands would certainly leave bruises later as his hips slammed into you to sate your needy cunt, he growled in pleasure at feeling your tiny walls trap his throbbing cock, “Gonna have my pups, fill your cunt up until your tummy is filled with my pups.” You whined as your body jolted, walls clenching harshly at his cock roughly sliding in and out of you, your heat craving his knot as your thighs trembled in anticipation.
“Please alpha! Please! I’ll be a good mommy.” You whined and whimpered, your back aching from it’s uncomfortable arch but your ass perking, wanting the perfect angle for his knot. Namjoon’s fingers roughly rubbed into your clit only making your walls that much tighter as his hips snapped harshly into yours, his chest pressing into your back as he growled into your ear, “That’s right little omega you’re going to have my pups. Mine.”
Your thighs were beginning to tremble at the feeling of his base swelling, “You’re going to be an obedient bitch and take my knot.” He snapped, his hand tangling into your hair to yank it only to shove your face into the soft mattress as his hips rammed into you at an unnatural speed.
Your moans and cries were muffled as your walls began to rapidly convulse, the feeling of his thick fat cock ramming into your tiny walls, his fingers rubbing roughly into your clit. His rough manhandling. You were like a howling pup when your orgasm snapped in your body, whines and whimpers escaping you as Namjoon growled, his scent was overwhelming and he leaned down snapping his hips as he continued rutting into you, his fangs dragging over your neck before he sunk them deep into your neck.
A loud whimper escaped you, your cunt clenching around him harder as all of your sense overwhelmed you, you couldn’t smell anything but firewood and cedar, his cock only making your orgasm that much better as he dragged it past your g-spot with each stroke as he marked you.
The base of his cock was swelling rapidly and dominant pheromones were rolling off his body as he growled and snapped at your obedience, still riding the high of your orgasm as your body was jolted and tossled by his hips which were roughly smacking against yours before you heard a choked moan escape him. Letting his cock fully rest in you as you muffled a whine against the mattress.
Tears stung your eyes at the feeling of his knot, it was massive and plugged up your small hole as you felt the first burst of hot cum stream from his cock, nobody ever told you that your hormones were running so crazy that you’d cum just from him cumming. But here you were letting out the most embarrassing cries and squeals in pleasure and it was like your orgasm was tenfold at being filled up by your Alpha.
Spit was dripping into the bed as you let out the lewdest moans, your hips grinding against his cock that was completely stuck inside you, a snappy growl escaped Namjoon as he released your neck from his mouth, his cock hyper sensitive yet your needy grinding earned the second spurt of cum from his knot , “Stop that you needy little bitch.” Namjoon snarled in command, your walls split open by his massive cock yet they were still so tight around him. His cum was like euphoria for you. Making your head spin and your body nearly black out in pleasure as your hips kept trying to grind against him for more.
Namjoon snapped again as he grabbed your hips making you cry out with a whine, walls needily clenching around around him earning a third load of his seed as you moaned pathetically, your knees trembling but your body was begging for more. Taking pity on your trembling desperate figure Namjoon let his fingers return to your clit nearly making you scream as you whine against the sheets, “That’s right little omega.” Namjoon purred against your ear, “Let them all know who you belong to.”
You were trying your best to be still, you really were. Tears pricked at your eyes as he let his fingers circle over your swollen bud, your walls harshly clenching around him earning a low growl, “Keep milking my cock baby. You’re gonna be such a good mommy.” Namjoon nipped against your ear as you whimpered. You were in absolute bliss, being stuffed full of his knot, his fingers playing with your clit while filling you with his seed.
Your inner wolf was howling in ecstasy. The pleasure was so much you weren’t sure when it happened but your vision began to spot before darkening altogether.
“I’m glad to see you’re feeling better Luna.” Your cheeks burned at the Prince’s well meaning comment as you gave a timid smile, trying not to think about just why you had gotten ‘sick’ according to the rest of the court. Namjoon’s nose nudging against your neck as you curled into your seat. Your heat would have been unbearable had it not been for your mate, but Namjoon had taken care of you the whole week and…
You couldn’t say for sure but you had a feeling it wouldn’t be long before a pregnancy was announced. You couldn’t say for sure, omega’s weren't easy to impregnate but, surely after being knotted for a week straight by an Alpha...Just the idea of little pups running around had you nearly bouncing in your seat, “Oh, thank you Your Highness, I’m feeling much better.” You nudged back against Namjoon, eliciting a small growl in your ear from him as he straightened up a little.
A large hand stroked against your hair as Namjoon spoke up, “Thank you for letting us stay, we’ll be heading out later this evening to unite with the pack, I’m sure they’re all ready to begin our journey back to our territory.”
Jungkook offered an easy smile as he nodded, long locks of raven hair shielding his eyes briefly with the movement as he replied, “I’m sure, wolves have always had the tendency to be nomadic in nature. I just have one request for you.” Namjoon raised his brows in curiosity as the Prince looked to his mate, a gentle encouraging smile on his lips as if trying to coax her to speak.
She withered a little, looking away in reservation as she mumbled, “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Jungkook’s hand squeezed against hers in confirmation as she took a breath in resignation before glancing between you both, “I’m...looking for someone...A powerful witch, they say she lives north, I don’t expect you to look for her, but if you were to stumble across one such as herself, please send her to me, directly.”
You tilted your head in confusion before you glanced at Namjoon, witch of the north...? Was this the same witch the scout from the Sisterhood was looking for? You could see the a mixture of desperation and resignation in the Princess’s eyes as she glanced back at the table, her hands folded as Jungkook tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear with soft eyes, “Pardon my words but,” Everyone’s attention was on you as you tilted your head, didn’t Namjoon say the royal court enforced these rules more then anyone? “Isn’t witchcraft punishable by death…?”
A tense air took over the table and it seemed your words were confirmed, while you didn’t live in any kingdom, you had known just as well as anyone else witchcraft was against nearly every kingdom's law. Jungkook bowed his head, as if in understanding of your confusion, “It is, which is why we ask you to keep this between the both of you. We’re looking for someone dear to my mate, but the only way we can possibly find closure is through magick. Please don’t go out of your way or put yourselves in danger for this.”
Namjoon nodded in understanding though keeping what he had previously talked to you about a secret, “Of course, we’ll keep a lookout if we come across anyone with that sort of power.”
“Thank you.” The Princess offered a small smile before letting her gaze drop back to her plate, the conversation between the Prince and Namjoon picking up once more with any last minute details of what to look out for.
After your private dinner with the crowned Prince and future Princess you had made your way out of the palace. While you would miss the plush beds and elaborate meals you wouldn’t lie in saying you were glad to be out of the bustling city and into the open air where your new pack greeted you with open arms.
Taking a long sniff of the fresh air you curled up against Namjoon where the big bonfire was, everyone conversed and celebrated another fruitful picking to eat well. Namjoon’s arms wrapped around you as he nudged against your neck, a smile on his lips as he hummed, “Should we tell the pack?”
You felt a smile tug on your lips as you looked up at the man who had become your whole life, shaking your head as you let out a breathy laugh, “No, I’d rather not tell them until we know for sure.”
Pressing a kiss into your neck Namjoon flirted, “We’ll give it two weeks.” You rolled your eyes with a smile as you leaned against him, his hands tenderly stroking your stomach as you closed your eyes. You couldn’t wait to begin the journey to a new land once again and experience everything with your mate in hand.
I totally see his Wolf form with light brown or caramel brown fur
He is a friendly and cute persona but when someone attacks his pack his family
Jeez u done for
He fights for his loved ones
He is not the strongest beta
But he will fight
He always gets seen as the Mother of BTS
He wasn’t the first member of the pack but he helped the two first members a lot
Also the maknaes
These three had a sad past and were so happy as Jin helped them grow up and took them in with a smile
He is the oldest and really wants to find his mate
He sometimes gets really sad because he feels lonely
That feeling comes pretty often when one of the other members finds his mate first
He wants that to but he would also be happy for the mated member
These boys deserve their mates
So when he goes to the nearest city to find new vegetable seeds for his garden were he grows his own plants the maknaes played fighting and rolled threw his garden and destroyed a few
(Man did he scold the three youngest they are grown Wolfs but still are like pups sometimes)
He smells a sweet scent that reminds him of freshly baked sweets
He follows that particular smell and then he finds the source
Y/N
His heart went wild in his chest and he would have jumped at her in the middle of the store but he could tell that she was human
Good for him that you’re standing in front of the seeds he needs
So he takes deep breaths to calm down
But in the end it just makes him more nervous because he smells you
So he goes up to you
“Excuse me but I need to get those”
He points at the seeds he needs and you go to the side
After he grabs what he needs he looks at you and goes
“You look a little confused, do you need help?”
And you explain how you just moved here because your grandparents died and you got the house that belonged to them
You just wanted to get a little peace and quiet and a little break from your life
(Basically the classic)
And surprise surprise you say
“The house is near the forest so it's a really great for peace and quiet”
And instantly after you said that you think loud
“Oh god I just told him that I live alone in a house that's a bit away from the city near a forest what if he is a serial killer and kills me tonight?”
Jin can’t hold it in and just wheezes
A few people look weirdly at him because he is laughing so loud
“I promise I won’t kill you”
“That's what serial killers say”
“Well now it’s too late isn’t it?”
“Yeah that's right now I can’t escape anyway”
Seokjin just looks at you with pure love in his eyes
But you don’t see it because you look at the seeds again
He loves you already
“So before the serial killer thing came up you asked if I needed help. My answer is yes. My grandma had a garden with herbs, flowers and vegetables and sadly no one cared for them after they both died and now I need new seeds to make it completely new”
“Well good for you that I am here because I have the knowledge and my own garden and I can help you”
So you guys just stand there for a whole hour while Jin explains what would be best for the beginning and what you can add later to the garden
Both of you just smile
Jin smiles because he has a passion for that stuff (Together with Namjoon)
And you smile because he talks about it with such a passion
“Can I ask you two questions?”
“Of course!”
“First what is your name?”
“Oh it's Kim Seokjin and yours?”
“I am (L/N) (Y/N)”
“A beautiful name”
“Thank you. Next question from where do you know that stuff?”
“Well Namjoon knows a lot about plants already and I knew a lot about growing your own edible plants so we combined it.”
“Well then I have a third question. Who is Namjoon?”
“I life together with my six friends we are like brothers and I cook most of the times”
“Must be cool having friends like that”
Seokjin nods and you both pay for your stuff and leave the store
“Thank you for your help Seokjin”
You already turn around to go your own way but Jin stops you
“Wait here is my number I would like to hear how your garden is going”
You take the paper with his number with a smile
“Okay see you later and thank you Seokjin”
“No problem Y/n. Next time you can call me Jin”
With a smile you turn around
“Alright, Bye Jin!”
Seokjin watches how you go your way back home with a smile and shining eyes
His wolf is whining to not let you go because he wants you near him 24/7
But Jin knows he needs to be careful because you are human and the most humans don’t know about Werewolves and he can’t risk losing you
So he goes home where the pack is waiting anxious because Jin just went out to get seeds for the garden this is not supposed to take that long
But the moment he steps inside the house everyone can see his big smile
And he just looks at everyone and goes
“I found her”
Everyone cheers and is so happy for him that he found his mate
Most of them know that you're gotta be a human already because since medieval times where werewolves got hunted down and they hid in the shadows of the forests of the world there are less werewolves than mates and since then it happens more often that humans became the mates of werewolves
Even if there is still a long way to go with you Jin is happy the whole freaking week
But at the end of the week he hasn't heard from you at all
So he worried if you were alright or if you didn’t wanted to talk to him
But in the middle of diner with the boys he got a text from an unknown number with an update about your garden and a little picture
This time Jin jumped through the house like a pup and not the maknaes
And the maknaes just watched and thought //Damn if that's love I want that too//
So Jin texted and met you for 3 months and was more and more in your life until you couldn’t think of one day without him
You figured he had his secrets because he disappeared for two whole day every full moon claiming that it’s fun days just with him and his best friends and that it was a ritual
Well you thought it was weird tho
What you didn’t found weird was that one month were Jin disappeared for a whole week because he said he was sick and needed the rest for his well being
(I mean could not be the best if he would tell you the truth that it was a whole week of hornynes where he would just gowl and wanted to fuck you into next week if he just got a text from you and that he was chained up in the basement for everyones well being)
You met his six best friends which he considers as brothers
They were so excited and happy to finally meet you
You told him about your family but the only family he talked about were his brothers
But even the boys saw that it got serious between you two
Friends nights became little dates and the dates became bigger
From a cute cafe date to a really beautiful restaurant
Until one day you two sat at the beautiful lake in the forest
“Y/n I need to tell you something. I am in Love with you. You are the best that happened in my life together with my brothers and I can’t imagine a day without you, but before you say anything back I need to tell you something really important. A secret I kept from you for a reason”
He stood up and brought a little distance between you two
“I am a werewolf and I am gonna show you”
He took his clothes off except his boxers and laid them to the side
“J-jin what are you doing?”
One second after she said these words the sound of breaking bones was heard in the forest
Jins body changed until there stood a big wolf on the place where he stood before
You hat a shocked expression and didn’t knew what to say
Jin slowly walked towards you almost afraid that you will disappear in a few seconds or run away
But you couldn’t run away Jin means so much to you
So you stretched out your hand and let it run threw his soft fur
“I love you to Jin”
Seokjin cuddled himself on to you and was happy than ever
The same evening you two returned to the pack house
The boys already knew that Jin wanted to tell you today and waited anxious for him to return
And as he returned in wolf form with you on his back they were so relieved and happy for Jin
Later in the night y/n and Jin laid together in bed and Jin explained a few things to her including mating, marking, heats and what happens on full moons
Yes it's a lot to take in but everyone was 100% sure that everything will go well with you and Seokjin
A/N this got a lot like an Imagine at the end but I like what I wrote and also I just wanted to do bts as werewolves headcanons but I think that develops into a story with the past and stuff but I ain’t complaining lmao
established relationship, werewolf!joon, classic heat trope
warnings: *deep breath* let’s see if i can get it all?? dom!knj, sub!reader, heat sex, possessive sex, marking, biting, nipple play, pussy eating, fingering, squirting, choking, rough handling, dirty talk, degradation, use of bitch/whore/slut, multiple orgasms, impreg kink, breeding kink, creampie, cumplay, mentions of blood, namjoon has a big cock (duh)
not edited oop so you’re just gonna have to ignore the shitty mistakes
summary: you love your werewolf boyfriend, heightened senses and all. you’ve also begged him to let you help him through his agonising heats that torture him every month but the overprotective man he is, he will absolutely not let you near him when he’s so feral. but now he’s standing outside your door and asking to fuck a baby into you. are you ready for that wild ride?
a/n: i have no explanations for this behaviour. this is like 0 plot and all filth, I am so sorry. Horrific overuse of ellipses and uhhhhh,,,,, yeah it’s a product of my inner whore thirsting for Namjoon that’s about it.
You had been having a quiet evening to yourself, safe in the knowledge that your werewolf boyfriend was out on a hunt with his buds and all your work had been done and dusted. You were free to have a peaceful weekend all to yourself filled with self care and trashy movies.
Your dear boyfriend, Kim Namjoon, you had met him in college when he was a senior and you were just a bubbly new freshman.
You had instantly clicked and went forth to become the closest pair in all of Saint Wilson’s Arts University.
Enamoured by his height and intellect since the very first interaction, you had spent a whole year and a half crushing on him like a fourteen year old schoolgirl.
He had told you about his supernatural genes a week before asking you out on a date. And you had been together since.
Werewolves and vampires weren’t unknown to you, you were aware of their existence, but you had never thought that you would meet one.
You adjusted to Namjoon’s wolf characteristics better than you thought possible.
Sure he was warm like a furnace, and yeah he did have a terrible habit of spending hours scenting you so that anyone within 50 feet of you would know you’re taken.
Despite his somewhat difficult behaviour you loved him with every fibre of your being. He looked at you like you had hung the stars in the sky and he swore he would give you anything your heart desired.
Well... except one thing.
Ever since you had been told about the mating behaviour of werewolves and the monthly period of sexual craze that they were subjected to, you had wanted to help Joon out with his.
You had seen documentaries and read papers on the topic. You had learned everything there was to know about werewolf behaviour yet their strange heats boggled your mind more than anything else.
The sheer amount of pain and need that they felt every single month for a whole week, it saddened you to know that you could be helping your boyfriend out but he wouldn’t let you.
Instead choosing to tie himself up with heavy, blessed chains and have his six best friends keep watch.
You had given up after trying for a year straight, deciding that he would entrust you with helping him with his heats when he was comfortable with the idea.
Namjoon was a big man, standing tall at 6 feet with broad shoulders, heavy biceps and sculpted legs, he was scared of hurting you while giving in to his most primal instincts to claim you.
He had chosen you as his mate, his one love for his one life, and being the alpha’s son it was harder for him to control his needs.
So being near fragile, human you when all he could think of was sinking his fangs into your neck and breeding you was out of the question.
Coming back to your peaceful evening, you had just cuddled up with your fluffy blankets and a mug of hot cocoa when you heard the bell ring, the shrill noise resounding through your home.
You weren’t expecting anyone but knowing how impulsive your friends were you got up to open the door nonetheless.
Imagine your surprise when you see your giant of a boyfriend standing outside the threshold of your home, sweat dripping down his large body as he radiated heat.
Your brows furrowed in confusion, “Joon? What happened? Weren’t you out on a hunt, are you hurt?!”
Concern washed over you as you scanned his frame to look for any possible wounds.
Namjoon shook his head, movements tight and controlled, “No Y/N, I’m fine. I had to leave the hunt halfway.”
“What? Why?” you questioned.
“My heat arrived early.”
Oh.
“Ohhhh...” you thought to yourself as realisation sank into you.
“Joon, sweetie is it okay for you to be here? Did you need something before the isolation?” You couldn’t fathom why he would be here if his heat was upon him.
Unless...
No, he wouldn’t. You shouldn’t get your hopes up.
Suddenly you realised that he was still standing outside your shared apartment like a stranger, you stepped aside gesturing at him to come in.
As he stepped inside you closed the door. You noticed how his movements were stiff and rigid, an aura of tension clouding him.
“Is it alright for you to be back home, Joon?” you said softly, “Y’know, considering your uh... situation?”
You could hear his breathing in the silent room; slow, deep and controlled.
“Y/N, what if I told you that I wanted to mark you right now?” he said in a sudden rush.
You heard your sharp inhale, the question surprising you. But you knew the answer already, it was easy.
“I’d let you. Why?” You said without hesitation, carefully selecting your words you asked, “Do you want to?”
“I wasn’t expecting my heat to arrive this early, I had no idea why it happened in the middle of a hunt... But then I understood when I was standing outside the door.”
He said, “Y/N you’re ovulating.”
“Oh... wow, Joon are you trying to say what I think you’re saying?”
He looked at you as if he was calculating what to say next so as not to scare you away from him.
“Y/N, my wolf refuses anyone else, I know you know of how I used other bitches from the pack to keep myself sated during my previous hunts,” he said casually, the word bitch had very different connotations for humans and werewolves you had come to know.
You could feel your heart twinge in jealousy.
It was a sensitive topic for you, on one hand you really wanted Namjoon to be as comfortable and safe during his heats even if it meant sleeping with someone else; but it also really, really hurt to picture him in bed with the other gorgeous women of his pack.
You were insecure of your mundane genes, often comparing yourself with the strong and fierce she-wolves who had helped your boyfriend through his heats.
Namjoon spoke softly, “The past few months my wolf has been rejecting anyone who isn’t you. He wants to mate you, mark you as ours. Your ovulation must’ve sped up my heat. I can’t go on anymore without making you mine Y/N... for good.”
You were feeling strangely warm, you had obviously had sex with your boyfriend but you knew heat sex was in an entirely different league of its own.
All you could do now was nod your consent.
Namjoon stepped towards you, hands reaching out to capture your waist as his head lowered to your face.
His cheek grazing against yours, his lips brushed your earlobe as he mumbled into your ear, “Let me fuck a baby into you, Y/N. Let me breed you, please.”
You whined unconsciously at his words. Your belly warm and heat seeping through your panties. You whispered back, “Y-yes.”
With a swift change in demeanour his lips came crashing down to yours, large and calloused hands grabbing roughly at your hips as if afraid to let you go.
He growled into the kiss, his usually soft lips now tasting different because of the sheer dominance that radiated off of him.
His tongue swept against yours, making you moan wildly into his mouth, your own smaller hands grabbing onto his broad shoulders, fingers finding purchase in the thick, soft hair that curled gently at the nape of his neck.
His hand roamed south to the flesh of your ass as he cupped them with his hands and squeezed a cheek, tearing a gasp from your mouth at the surprising gesture.
Begrudgingly he pulled away from the kiss, releasing soft pants courtesy of your little makeout sesh, “Y/N I’ll ask you again, sweetheart. Are you absolutely sure you want me to mark you?”
You didn’t know if you had it in you to verbally say it, so you nodded shyly.
One of his hands came up to your chin as he gently angled your face upwards to gaze directly into his eyes.
“Use your words angel, a nod isn’t consent,” he rasped.
“I want you, Joon,” you whimpered as your eyes fell to the floor once again, unable to face your boyfriend as you openly declared your need for him.
“I want to be yours, only yours.”
You felt, rather than saw the smile creeping onto his expression.
He cupped the backs of your thighs as he hoisted you up to wrap your legs around his waist. His bulge pressing against your core. You whimpered at the soft brushes of his crotch against your clothed clit with each step he took towards your bedroom.
You giggled, the rush of hormones making you feel lightheaded as you whispered into his ear, “You grew really fast, Joonbug. Happy to see me?”
Namjoon chuckled under his breath as he looked at the spot where your cores met, and then when he brought his gaze up to meet yours you could see the shift in personality.
Your little puppy was gone. This man right here in front of you was all wolf.
He smirked at you before he answered softly, “That’s just half-hard, angel.”
Your eyes grew comically wide, surprise etched onto your expression as you once again looked down to the bulge in his trousers.
That’s what it usually looked like when you fooled around before.
You looked back up at him with questioning as he answered your unasked question, “I... change, during my heats. A lot of things about my body are going to be different when I’m like this. But I promise I’ll be very, very gentle.” He said with a soothing smile. His voice calming you down even when loaded with lust.
Slowly his arms fell to your sides as he brought your (his) sweatshirt over your head and threw it aside, followed by your shorts and then your panties.
It felt weird, being naked in front of a fully clothed Namjoon. But it also somehow made you feel safe, as if you could trust him with every piece of yourself.
Namjoon then laid you down on the bed, his hands travelling from your neck down to your heaving breasts.
His mouth working at your jaw as his skilled hands massaged the flesh of your chest, palming your nipples as his fingers tweaked and pulled at the stiff peaks.
He kissed the spot at the base of your throat that had you gushing wetness out onto the sheets. His fingers skimmed across your stomach as he finally, finally touched your core, drawing a surprised gasp from you.
His middle finger swept across your sensitive nub as he spread your juices around, stroking it and sending jolts of pleasure through your nerves.
Two fingers sank into your warm opening as he gasped at the feeling of your tight grip around him. Slowly pushing them in, in an attempt to prepare you for what’s to come.
You could hear the wet, squelching noises emanating from your cunt as Namjoon’s fingers fastened their pace.
He was having trouble tearing his gaze away from the view, his thick fingers thrusting into your pretty, quivering pussy. Creamy juices flowing down your thighs as you gasped his name softly in a medley of moans and whimpers.
You tried to straighten out your legs to cope with the intense pleasure building at the pit of your belly, warmth flowing through your body as you felt yourself get closer to that familiar edge.
Namjoon’s fingers curled as the tips grazed against the spot inside you that had you seeing stars every time.
You could vaguely make out the sound of his voice, as if you were listening through glass, “Cum for me, angel. Feel my fingers inside your filthy, little cunt and cum for me.” That was all it took for the dam inside you to burst as you groaned in pleasure. Your cunt quivering around your boyfriend’s fingers as he helped you ride out your orgasm.
The both of you waited a few moments, listening to each other’s breathing when you sat up straight and leaned foward to whisper in his ear, “Come on, it’s my turn to help you out.”
Namjoon, to your surprise, shook his head in refusal. “If you suck me off I’ll finish in ten seconds and the only place I’m cumming tonight is in your pussy, baby girl.”
You could feel the goosbumps rising on your arms at his words. He reached out and pushed you down once again, “I’ve got to prepare you well if you’re gonna take my cock, sweetheart,” he said as he ran his fingers down your torso, “So lie back, and let me taste you.”
You could feel him grinning against your thighs, his hot breath on your messy cunt making you shiver in anticipation.
His tongue swiped a kitten lick up and down your lips as a single finger pressed against your abused clit. The warm and wet appendage nudging at your opening as you gasped at the sensation.
You reached down to your boyfriend’s head between your thighs and roughly grasped strands of his hair in an attempt to cope with the overstimulation.
Soft, long strokes against your core sending shocks down to your toes as you arched your back against the sheets. Already reeling from your previous orgasm you could feel yourself reaching the end once again, much faster this time.
You felt incredibly hot, sweat forming on your forehead as Namjoon teased your clit with his mouth, gently nipping the bud with his teeth.
His hot tongue poked at your entrance and ever so gently eased in, his nose bumping against your bundle of nerves making you gasp at the sudden intrusion.
He looked up at you with his mouth still on your core, smirking and the next thing you knew you were bursting with pleasure, hot liquid splashing on your thighs as your legs jerked violently through your climax.
You could hear Namjoon’s faint chuckles, “Whoa Y/N, did I just make you squirt?” You blushed and covered your eyes with your fingers to escape his shit-eating grin. But his strong arms pulled your much smaller hands away from your face as he sat up towards you and attacked your neck once again.
His soft, plump lips mouthing at your collarbones as he drew marks across the skin. Blood red splotches that were sure to turn purple the next day. Namjoon murmured softly, “You’re mine. All of you, it’s all mine. Isn’t it, Y/N?”
You hummed in respone as you threw your head back and relished in the feeling of his breath on your neck as he bit and marked you to his desire.
He pulled back after what felt like minutes, the faint light of the moon creating a halo behind his back.
His large frame towering over yours as he spread your legs with a grip on your thighs.
He rushed to pull his t-shirt off his sculpted torso as you fumbled with the buttons of his trousers, helping him to discard the last piece of clothing keeping you from him.
The sight of his naked cock drew an audible gasp from you, it was double the size you were used to and angry red in colour. The weeping slit at the head thoroughly wetting his shaft with precum.
Namjoon touched your cheek gently to calm you, he rubbed his cock up and down your messy cunt. You leaned into his palm as he finally nudged at your opening.
You tried hard not to scream as he pushed the rest of it in, pain and pleasure intermingling as you felt like you were losing your virginity all over again.
He leaned his face down close to yours and whispered, “It’s okay, angel. Relax, take your time and get used to me, okay?”
You mumbled a small, “Mhm, okay.” Your voice straining as you felt like you were being split open. Minutes flew by and gradually you grew used to Namjoon’s size and girth inside you.
You mumbled, “You can move now, Joon.”
You could see the result of holding himself back in his expression and the way his arms shook around you.
You knew being so close to you and still not going feral was extremely difficult for him, let alone impossible for younger wolves.
But you also knew that he would never do anything to hurt you, even if it meant depriving himself of his most primal instincts instead of fucking you senseless.
He nodded in response and gave you an experimental thrust. You couldn’t help but moan at the sensation. His cock was so large you were stuffed full with no escape.
But you wanted more. You were done with being treated like a glass doll, you wanted him to let go and fuck you like he would any other she-wolf from his pack.
“I thought werewolves were tougher than this when they fucked. Or is it just you who’s scared to hurt me?” you piped up, feeling unusually feisty.
Namjoon looked up at you, his eyes piercing into yours, expression hardening upon hearing your remark. “You wanted to fuck a werewolf so bad,” he spoke softly, “Well then, take it like a big girl, Y/N.”
He thrust into you exceptionally hard, your body moving up against the mattress because of the force. His deliciously thick cock dragging against the soft, wet muscles of your cunt as he buried his nose into the crook of your neck.
Your eyes rolled back into your skull while you tried to process the immense pleasure running through you. Namjoon’s hands gripping your thighs, his balls slapping against your ass as he pushed his cock in and out of you.
You could feel every ridge, every nerve of Namjoon’s cock plunging into your pussy.
The squelching, wet noises emanating from your sex making you feel even more perverse, the obscene sounds filling your ears as you turned wetter by the second at the feel of his blunt cockhead buried deep inside you, massaging the spot that made you see stars.
Pleasure shooting through your veins and warming your belly as you felt the mixture of your juices and his precum slide down your thighs and the cheeks of your ass.
Rough, calloused hands gripping at the soft flesh of your hips with such force you were sure to find purple bruises littered the next day.
“J-joon, please make me cum. I wanna cum so bad, I can’t take it anymore! Please!” you garbled through the impact of his powerful thrusts, the sheer speed and force slamming you back into the bed with each movement of his hips.
You could hear him chuckle in your ear, the bastard.
“Tsk-tsk Y/N, be a good girl for me. You’ll cum when I want you to.” He grunted, “For now, you’re just gonna have to take it.”
A whine of frustration left your lips, the sinful noises combining with Namjoon’s almost painfully big cock assaulting your poor pussy.
You could hear your boyfriend whisper above you, “I wish you could look at your pussy right now. Oh god you’re so swollen, you’re dripping all over my cock like the little cumslut you are, waiting for me to give you my seed.”
You clenched around his cock at the thought of being filled with cum.
His cum.
“Fuck! You just got so much tighter, angel. You like that, huh? You want me to fuck my cum into you, breed you like my obedient little bitch? Gonna fill you up with my cum so you can carry my pups, my pretty little whore.”
You whined at his words, just the image of your poor, abused cunt filled with his thick cum had you salivating.
To your surprise, he had you flipped over and onto your stomach in the matter of a second.
Your ass raised instinctively while he gripped your hips with one hand with the other secure on your neck, squeezing just lightly enough to let you breathe but tight enough for you to know who owned you.
His hips snapped into yours rhythmically, his groans falling like music in your ears. Your tits bounced against your chest with each thrust he threw upon you. His balls slapped against your clit with every rough thrust, adding more to your already throbbing core.
You could feel the hot tears run down your cheeks, the overwhelming pleasure becoming too much for you to process.
The luxurious ache returning to your core you moaned his name without a care for who listened.
You could feel his hot breath nearing your neck as he drew his face close to your shoulder.
His teeth sank into the flesh as you screamed in pleasure and pain. Searing hot shocks ran through your veins as Namjoon licked at the thin rivulets of blood running down your skin. The tears flowing once again as you gasped from the thrusts.
The thought of being marked and belonging to your man had you squeezing against the large cock inside you. Namjoon had stood you up so now your back was pressed up against his hard chest while he pistoned into your thoroughly used cunt.
The hand that was once at your hip came down to rub at your neglected clit as you gasped and moaned in pleasure, the incredible pressure inside you building rapidly. His hand at your throat gently squeezing, just the way you liked it.
Namjoon’s fingers were furiously rubbing at your nub using your combined juices as lube. You had barely the energy to mumble, “Joon, I-I’m cumming! Please, baby I wanna cum so bad, please let me cum!”
You knew you sounded pathetic but to your fortune Namjoon was close to his end too, his grip having gone considerably harsher and cock largened even more inside you.
“Let go for me, slut.” he growled into your ear as you crashed once again, this time even harder thanks to the added stimulation, knowing that you were marked and now rightfully intertwined with the love of your life.
Namjoon came with a grotesque growl, hot, thick cum spurting inside you as he laid you down once again.
Hovering over you as he shot rope upon rope of his seed inside your warm, welcoming cunt.
After a minute when he was sure he was all drained out he removed his cock and instead plugged two fingers inside you, saying with an apologetic, “Gotta make sure we don’t spill.”
You giggled at his strange, instinctive behaviour.
“You know that’s not how it works, don’t you?” you said with a tired smile.
He looked at you with overwhelming love and tenderness, that favourite smile of yours painting across his beautiful face.
"Did you really think I won't sense that disgusting dog's scent on you?!" You were pressed against a harsh tree, the rind of it pocking your spine.
Taehyung was burning. As an Alpha, he had a lot of stuff to take care of with his pack, so he left you to the party he took you at, to resolve a problem. That party was for celebrating the New Moon which will apear in two weeks, a werewolfs specific ritual, which anounces the mating of the Alpha.
"Answer me, Y/N!"
Taehyung was your boyfriend and as well as mate. He picked you when you saved his baby sister's life from being eaten by a wolf from the rival pack. He took care of your wounds that night and fell asleep cuddling you at his chest. The next day, you two realised he scented you in sleep. Which means you two have to complete the mating by making love, in two weeks, when the New Moon will be up.
"T-Taehyung I- " but he pulled you to him into a hard and harsh kiss, sliding his tongue inside your mouth, almost with force. The kiss was possesive and sloppy, imposing and completly dominated by his jealousy. You leaned into the kiss, leaving yourself soft into his strong grip.
"I leave you for one hour, thinking you are gonna be a good girl and then I find you with that fucking disgusting dog all over you?"
While he was away, a wolf from his pack asked you to dance. You were bored, so you gave in, thinking it won't hurt anyone. The next thing you knew, he was rubbing his scent all over you. Until Taehyung came back and well... here you are.
He ripped your top from one move, leaving you gasping, your nipples erecting by the cold of the night. "Such a little slut" he smirked and pushed his face between your breasts, attacking them with huge bites, leaving purple marks behind and making you a whimpering tomato. You holded his dark locks, softly tugging on them when his hot mouth found one of your nipples, giving it a hard suck and smacking your other breast.
"You know what, Y/N?" he looked up at you. You rised your eyebrows, confused and turned on, ready to be ravaged.
"I think I will mate you tonight."
He said, nibbling at your hard nipple and sliding down your pants along to the underwear, making you moan in anticipation, into the night.
Warnings: Feelings of Inadequacy, Use of Oc's Powers, Dirty Talk, Begging, Praise, Lactation Kink, Sexual Acts Involving Jeongguk, Jimin, Yoongi, Use of The Term: Bitch, Pregnancy Kink, Milk Drinking, Cunnilingus, Knotting, (Minor) Jungkook Handjob, Cream Pie
Being in Summit is eye opening on levels you never thought you would begin to grasp.
It's not just discovering you have powers, it's seeing how these two species you once considered mythological act around each other.
Even how they act within their own groups.
You've come to understand recently, or feel more accurately, that the Fae do not actually like the werewolves. In fact, there's a film of hatred that pours from their territory into the wolves.
It's shocking in all honesty, how do they keep up the charade? How do they keep the wolves from not knowing their fervent hatred?
It astounds you almost everyday.
What you've also come to realize is how different packs are than the one you're in.
Yes, even though you're a human, you've been told very rigorously by the servants that you are indeed still a part of the pack.
With your mate being pack Alpha, it seems that you're also held to a higher standard than all the other wolves in this group.
You can feel constant judgement from other female werewolves when you pass them in the streets or when they just pass by you on a whim.
Sylai, a female Omega you've been spending time with almost as much as Namjoon has been, seems to know all the hot gossip at the drop of a hat. However, she is timid and skittish at times whenever your best friend Alpha is around.
The pretty Omega is always quick to tell you why you're an outcast here and although you shouldn't be upset about it -- you almost always are.
You've come to terms with the fact that werewolves don't normally find their mates in humans, you've heard it from Taehyung's lips on more than one occasion, but you didn't think it would disgust others as much as it does.
When you've had the chance to view other packs, they seem to operate on levels of hierarchy you've never seen before.
The Alphas are always on top, the Betas a close second and the Omegas, most times, are treated like play things. Which is why you can understand that Sylai makes herself so small around Joon.
When you've been able to see other Alphas mates, they're very accommodating and docile. They're almost always pregnant which you understand and they bow to their Alphas every wish.
Sometimes you recall your past fights with Taehyung and lump forms in your throat. You can remember how he wished that you would just listen sometimes or not make comments and it truly makes you wonder… what if you aren't right for him?
You feel strong, thick muscled arms curling around your waist as you stare at the other packs down below your bedroom balcony.
"Hi, beautiful," your mate whispers, spreading his hand over your small belly.
"Hi," you breathe, letting your eyes flutter shut.
He's been away a lot recently, most because of the High Council asking his opinions of what to do with the rabid werewolves still at large -- including his parents.
"I missed you, baby girl." he coos, drifting his lips slowly over your mate mark.
You hum in agreement, running the tips of your fingers over his arms.
He peeks over your shoulder to look down at the random pack near the forest's edge.
He watches the Alpha snarl and snap his teeth at a Beta when he gets to close to his mate. Your fiance chuckles, burying his face in your hair.
"What's funny?" you inquire softly.
"Betas don't know how to behave sometimes," he replies, lifting the hem of your shirt to caress your growing belly.
Sometimes you feel completely out of your element and this feeling has been growing ever since you found out you're one of the Fae.
Maybe it's because you feel like you don't even know yourself anymore. You don't know who you are or who you should be.
The soothing scent of pine and musk breeches your senses once more and you allow yourself to be calmed by your mate at this very moment.
"Sylai has been spending a lot of time with Joon." you comment to him.
He hums in agreement, wanting to ignore his Alpha duties for just one minute of the day. If he accepts this fact, then his wolf will have to welcome someone new into the pack and he would just rather have these moments alone with you.
"I've seen it." he murmurs, pulling you closer to his body.
"Are you going to let her join your pack?" you ask, turning around to him.
You really like Sylai and you would really appreciate more female company around.
"Probably, Joon deserves to be happy." he answers, not wanting to dive head first into the matter.
"I mean, she's really sweet. I think she would be good for your pack."
The words 'your pack' don't sit right with your mate for a second. And he voices it openly as he pulls you over to the bed. "Why do you keep saying that? You keep saying 'your pack'? It's our pack. You're my mate, you're in this pack too." he inquires with a raised eyebrow, sitting down on the bed.
He pats his lap, leaning back on his elbows and like always you straddle him immediately.
"Well, I'm not a wolf. I'm a Fae or… just human so…"
He can smell your timidness, he can hear your heart hammering with worry and his wolf suddenly feels protective.
"What's wrong, baby?" he whispers, dragging his thumb over your lower lip.
You shake your head slightly, running your fingers over his tight black t-shirt that seems to hug each and every sinewed muscle on his chest and stomach.
"Hey now," he breathes, flipping you over so you're laying down beneath him.
You don't make eye contact with him, you don't so much as look above his stomach as he lays down beside you.
"Y/N?" he murmurs, kissing your temple.
It's stuffy in the room, you've come to realize or it just feels that way with his prodding questions.
"Y/N?" his voice is more forceful and you're just embarrassed to speak.
Werewolves aren't known for their patience. They need to know what's wrong, why this is happening and how to immediately fix it or there's very little in the world that will calm them down until the problem is solved.
The growl Taehyung emits throughout the room is a warning to you. It's a warning for you to speak up.
But you've seen Alphas immediately give in to their mates when they bare their necks. So you do so as well.
Taehyung's heart clenches in the recesses of his chest and he can almost scoff at your meekness. "Don't do that," he breathes, nuzzling your neck with his nose.
"Where's my spit fire mate today? What's wrong, baby?" he gasps, burying his face into neck.
"I'm sorry," you bleat.
"Sorry? Sorry for what? You're perfect, baby."
Your fiance can quite literally feel his heart panging with worry. He can hear some of your thoughts like you're screaming in the quiet room.
Inadequate
Unaccepted
Different
Human
Disgrace
"No, baby, no." he hisses, turning your face to look at him.
When your eyes don't meet his, he can only swallow thickly.
"I love you, baby girl." he promises, drifting his lips over your jawbone.
"I love you too." you mumble, looking down at your engagement ring.
"If-If you wanted to get another mate… maybe a wolf… I would understand."
The sharp breath Tae takes between his teeth, makes you shudder beside him. "Don't you dare, ever, suggest something like that. You're my soulmate, do you understand? You're my woman. My mate. I don't want anyone else, I could never be with anyone else."
"I'm not a wolf," you explain, turning to face him.
"So?! What does that have to do with anything?" he scoffs, narrowing his eyes at you.
"Well, most other wolves are disappointed that I'm a human. I'm not-"
"Who fucking cares about those newborn pups?! Who cares what the fuck they think?! They aren't in my pack and they aren't my mate!" he curses, sitting up and carding his fingers through his silver mullet.
You can see his chest vibrating with growls and snarls. You know you're pushing him to the edge but you just can't help it -- your insecurities are trumping everything right now.
"Are you embarrassed of me? Embarrassed of our children? Our pups?" Taehyung inquires, looking at you with hardened blue eyes.
"No," you reply, turning your body away from him.
"Then what is going on in that head of yours? You feel inadequate? Because wolves look at you differently?"
You stay silent, squeezing your eyes closed.
"Answer me, Y/N." he urges, running his hands over your back.
"They...They just look at me like I'm a disease or something. Like I'm not worthy of being with you. And… I don't want to be a burden to you or your pack."
He scoffs loudly, hooking his arm around your body and pressing his chest flat to your back.
"I don't care about others. You're not a disease. You're not a burden. You're mine. You're my beautiful, precious, headstrong mate who is just as much a part of my pack as Guk or Jin." he breathes.
When your silence bleeds throughout the room, he doesn't think he can stomach it for another second.
His canines drop out of instinct and he clamps his teeth softly down on your mate mark. If you were a wolf, you would be arching back into him needily already but it grounds him to know that things aren't so easy.
Yeah, you're stubborn and reflexive but you're his. And he loves that so much that if the Earth was crumbling he wouldn't care as long as you're in his arms.
Taehyung lifts the hem of your shirt, cupping your small belly. "I don't need anyone else but you, Y/N. You're a fierce woman and I count myself lucky to know you and to have you as mine."
"I'm sorry… I was just embarrassed… I don't want to burden anyone." you hiccup, looking down at his hand.
"Never, baby. You're never a burden." he promises, pulling the straps of your tank top down.
From your belly to your clothed core, his hand digs beneath the band of your leggings.
"Why would I want a meek little wolf when I can have a fierce fairy in my bed." Tae quips, turning you flat on your back.
Your breath hitches and you gasp gently when his fingers part your lower lips.
"T-Tae," you whimper, allowing him to position you as he sees fit.
As he climbs above you, his eyes roam over your body as if you're prey and you can't help the excitement that begins to bleed from your pores.
"Do a little magic for me, babe," he quips, kissing down your neck.
Snapping your fingers, you relish in the deep growl he gives when you both are stark naked.
"Pretty girl," he drolls, palming both of your breasts in hand.
When your nipples begin to bead milk, he can almost surely feel his knot twitching to expand already.
"I love you." his voice is a purr that echoes throughout your limbs.
"I love you too."
The kiss he captures you in is passionate and heated. You can feel the sharp points of his teeth raking over your bottom lip until your aching with need at your center.
"Flip over for me, my wolf wants to show you how loved you are." he coos, suckling at your nipple.
Flipping over onto your front, you perch your ass in the air for him and the complete sense of dominating ripples through your mate.
His eyes harden over, pupil dilating as he stares at the puckered mate mark that scars your skin.
"My bitch is so pretty full of my pups," the Alpha growls, knocking his forehead against your temple.
His movements are fluid and firm, spreading your legs to situate himself between them.
The head of his cock glides through your now sodden folds and you quiver with anticipation.
"Alpha, please," you beg, lowering your forehead to the pillow.
His sharpened nails dance over your spinal column, purring at how submissive you sound beneath him.
"What is it my pretty mate? You're aching? You need Alpha's big cock in you? Want me to split you open so well you don't even remember your own name?" he prods, rutting his cock to your core.
"Yes! I need it!" you preen.
His hands grip onto your hips, massaging the flesh within his large, warm grip.
"Well, if that's what you need," he hums, entering you in one intrusive motion.
Your mouth drops open into a silent scream, your hands fumbling to grip the sheets until your knuckles turn white.
This sex is primal and mind shattering -- and everything you need.
Taehyung can hear your thoughts screaming once more and he's pleased with what he hears this time.
More.
Complete.
Mine.
Ours.
Nuzzling your neck, he lets your cunt accept the intrusion of his large cock. He takes to caressing your three month pregnant bump to distract you.
"That's it, baby. You look so gorgeous stuffed with my cock inside your pregnant pussy." he mumbles against your ear.
You can feel his muscles contorting and hardening against your back.
"I would never love someone like I love you. I would never wish to be buried in someone like this, baby girl. Let them talk all the shit they want, because you're the one that gets this hard cock at night." he growls, rolling his hips for you to feel every inch of his cock within you.
Your mouth waters and a sharp moan emits from you at the feeling.
"No one takes my knot but you. And no one would ever take it so well."
Taehyung lets his prideful thoughts bleed past his lips because he knows you need to hear them. He knows you need the assurance. And he may be Alpha, but he's a slave to your love first and foremost.
When he pulls his length almost all the way out, your body sings with hot pleasure -- it's every thick vein and ribbed muscle along his cock that gets your mind numb.
"Only my beautiful mate," he thrusts back in to prove his point, "gets fucked stupid by my cock."
Your back arches, his name falls from your lips like a prayer and you don't even have the strength to lift your head up and look back at him.
He creates a dazing, relentless pace, fucking you just hard enough to keep you babbling but not hard enough to get your orgasm to approach.
He's proving a point. He's making you his again and again with every thrust.
His canines sharpen longer and they clench down on your mate mark just hard enough for you to feel a sting sing through you.
"Hey, Tae-" the door is thrust open and you can barely focus on who's just intruded but your mate just chuckles against you.
"Come in and sit." he orders, pushing your hair away from your mate mark.
His fingers glide over your distending skin, kissing down your back with soft, open mouth pecks.
"My mate thinks she's not enough for our pack." he announces and fuzzily you can hear murmurs of shock.
"She thinks she's not worthy of my knot and my pups," he growls, fucking into you harder.
"Tae!" you whine, pushing your hips back to meet every thrust.
"But she's a pretty bitch that still bends to my will," he coos, focusing on how much of your arousal has coated his long, thick length, "Yoongi, come."
He pulls you up by your shoulders, pressing you up against his chest with a snarl.
Yoongi sits before you, not knowing where to look but licking his lips hungrily.
"You want him to suckle? You want our pack to need you, bitch? Is that it? You want your scent all over all of them? To show these filthy mutts who live in this city that you're a queen amongst mongrels?" he inquires, kissing the shell of your ear.
You don't know what's driving you, you don't know if it's the insanely arousing thought of being above everyone else or it's the thought of being on top of this pack. But the sharp 'yes' you moan out has Yoongi growling with anticipation.
"Feed," he orders the Beta.
You gasp loudly at the foreign feeling of Yoongi's lips against your puffy nipple. You adore how his eyes screw shut at the taste of you. His hands grip onto your sides and you're lost for words when he ruts his clothed hard cock against your thigh.
"See, my beautiful mate, you're above all here." Taehyung coos, pressing his hand to the apex of your thighs and rubbing smooth circles to your swollen clit.
"Jimin." Taehyung calls and you hear the earnest whimper of your best friend.
"No, I don't think I should… I'm-" Jimin breathes nervously.
"Well fuck, if you won't I will," Jungkook groans, pushing Jimin out of the way.
Your head lolls back to your mate's shoulder and your vision becomes blurry with the attention your body is being given.
Taehyung knows that his wolf is sharing you for the sake of proving a point but he can't help the way his cock twitches within you as he watches Yoongi hump your leg like a dog in heat.
Jeongguk's lips on you are familiar and suddenly you can smell the forest from that fateful day when your fiance shared you with the youngest pack member.
"You gonna cum? Hmm, beautiful? I can feel your pregnant cunt trying to milk my cock," your mate growls in your ear.
The small whimpers of the wolves suckling from your breasts, sends you over the edge and Yoongi is quick to press his hands against your rib cage to keep you from falling.
"That's a good little bitch," Taehyung gasps, fucking you with a fierceness to cum inside you.
"You want it, baby? You want my cum?" he goads, kissing over your mate mark.
"Yes, please," you cry out, carding your fingers through both Yoongi and Jungkook's hair.
Jimin lets out a sharp whine, feeling conflicted on what to do. But, this probably will never happen again in his lifetime and even though you're his best friend… he's not missing this. "Fuck it," he curses, jumping onto the bed.
He eyes you wearily for a second, avoiding your stomach which he knows is solely the Alpha's property and heads straight for your swollen, over-stimulated clit.
Your mate on instinct cups your growing stomach, growling as his best friend makes his dissent.
Your body shivers like a leaf when Jimin's plush lips kiss at your bundle of nerves.
"Oh God!" you cry out, gripping onto the boy's hair harder.
Yoongi curses against your breast, pulling off your nipple to catch his breath as his shorts become sticky and slack against his golden skin.
The swiftness of Jimin's tongue knocks the wind out of you and you spiral into another orgasm with ears filled with white noise and eyes seeing stars.
"Shit! Y/N!" your mate growls, pulling you back roughly to his cock until you’re squirting your arousal onto his thighs.
Jungkook whimpers needily, guiding your hand to his swollen cock.
"Pup," Taehyung warns him, stilling your hips as his thrusts become erratic.
He takes a sharp breath between his teeth, cursing loudly when he begins to cum inside you.
His lips tremble against your mate mark when his knot begins to inflate and you can only whimper at the stretch.
"Good girl taking my cock so well," your fiance coos, pressing his index finger beneath your chin and turning your head to kiss him.
"Noona, please. God!" Jungkook whines, nuzzling his face to your breast.
Taehyung can only give a breathy laugh against your lips. "See how needed you are? Guk is going to explode if you don't help him."
Jimin pulls away from your core with innocent eyes and he kisses your forehead gently.
"I'm gonna go check on Baek and Chan." he murmurs, hopping off the bed.
Your mate's eyes follow him as he leaves the room and he doesn't appreciate the bloom of pheromones that bleed from the Omega. Almost as if he's caught feelings for you.
You haven't noticed with your attention on the youngest.
He suckles eagerly from your breast, whimpering and whining as he fucks up into your hand.
"Gonna cum, noona. Oh shit," he whines, burying his face into the valley of your breasts.
You hum sweetly, combing your fingers through his long black locks.
The warmth that explodes onto your hand is a knowing sign of the youngest's release and he cries out softly against your skin.
"Clean her up," Tae warns him and he's quick to do the Alpha's command.
You can feel your tiredness beginning to exhaust you and your mate knows it right away. "She's sleepy, let me lay her down," he whispers, laying on his side with you.
The tug of his knot has you wincing slightly but he makes up for it with his sweet kisses to the back of your neck.
"One time thing," he tells them.
Yoongi pulls at his cum covered shorts with a grimace. "Good enough for me."
Taehyung's large hand caresses over your head and he can't help but think of the scent that was drifting off Jimin in waves.
"I love you," you mumble, closing your eyes.
"I love you too baby girl. You and our pups," he replies, drifting his hand over your belly.
He knows your asleep when his breathing gets shallow and his knot finally deflates after a while.
Taehyung turns onto his back, perching his hands beneath his head as he closes his eyes. His ears perk up and he takes a sharp breath through his nose when he hears Jimin mumble across the mansion.
"I-I don't know. I just felt so-"
"Don't let Taehyung catch you talking like this! She isn't ours," Yoongi hisses to the younger Omega.
"I almost had her before Taehyung y'know, is it so wrong of me to still want her?! You all wanted her at that moment!" Jimin scoffs.
"Jimin, what we did was to help a member of our pack feel safe. You are becoming obsessed with her." Jungkook accuses.
Taehyung's eyes spring open, a deep low growl emitting through his chest. He can feel his canines and nails sharpening themselves. Gripping his shorts, he jumps out of bed with one thing on his mind -- vicious anger.
He can hear the maids and servants whispering nervously as he stalks through the wolframite hallways.
Your mate isn't in the headspace to calm anyone down at the moment, he can't possibly think of others when his wolf is yearning to tear out his best friend's jugular.
Slamming the doors to the dining room open, his eyes scan his pack before finding him.
"Oh shit," Jin mumbles, cupping his mouth.
"GET OUTSIDE!" Taehyung barks to the Omega.
The whole pack avoids eye contact even Jimin.
Taehyung is fast -- so fast that Seokjin's hair blows in the breeze he creates.
The pack Alpha grips the Omega by the neck, hurdling him over the wooden bench he's currently sitting on and dragging him towards the large glass doors that lead out to the backyard.
"Taehyung!" Jimin whines but he's quick to shut up at the feral snap of Taehyung's teeth.
"Someone go wake up Y/N! This is so bad!" Jin yelps, rushing after both of the wolves.
summary: taehyung is a werewolf, and y/n knows wolves don’t belong in big cities.
a/n: i had this laying in a folder on my comuter and thought i’d share, then i read through it and cried so here you go, lmao.
words: 5k.
WARNING: super angst. like, super super angst. you might cry, you’ve been warned. heartbreak. mentions of nudity, mention of sex, a bit of blood.
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You’d often find Taehyung by the window of your little apartment when you came home on the evenings, staring out at the city view, eyes glued to the mountains in the far distance. He’d brush it off as enjoying the scenery, that wonderful broad smile spreading over his lips almost distracting you, though you were left with a constant uneasy feeling in your chest.
The insane amount of homework added with the part time job you had at a small 24/7 shop would often occupy your mind, and though you felt awful, it had to be done. You couldn’t live if you didn’t work, and you would be stuck at the little shop for the rest of your life unless you finished your studies. Though it felt like a hundred years away, there were three more years.
Every day seemed to pass in a blur, everything melting together. The touch of his rough hands on your soft skin, his tight embraces and encouraging words, the sleepless nights, the late hours at the shop, the failed exams – you were about to go nuts. And it didn’t help that you felt so bad for leaving Taehyung by himself most of the day, and the feeling you had of stress from having to make time for him and your relationship as well.
He’d always pull you away from your studying to help you focus – to give you a break. Just a couple of minutes, but he would help you breathe and calm down and whenever he did, you’d feel so calm, like you were unstoppable. He was amazing at helping you relax. Especially when you were too stressed to function and you didn’t remember to eat or sleep, and you hunched over your notes crying.
“This is okay,” he’d whisper. “You’re strong and you’ll be fine, and you will do great even if the test didn’t go as planned.”
His kind hadn’t been one to speak to show love, or any other emotion for that sake, and though he knew you needed verbal communication as well, he could always just look at you, and you’d know. He understood. He always understood.
You’d watch Taehyung, as his mind drifted off, as he daydreamt of grass beneath his paws, of the smell of animals and flowers. You’d brush your fingers through his hair to calm him down after he jumped out of bed in the middle of the night, not understanding where he was. You’d crawl down from the bed when you awoke and found him asleep on the floor, and you’d sleep next against his body – the bed was too soft for him. You’d distract him when his skin and muscles were itching and yearning for a release and change you couldn’t even begin to fathom the pleasure of.
You’d drive him out into the countryside every full moon. To the top of the same hill, the open plains spreading out wide, ending in the forest off in the distance. That was where he went every time. You’d watch his grey fur as he ran through the tall, beige grass, his shape growing smaller and smaller until he was out of sight. There, he did what the animal in him needed to do – whatever that was.
He never spoke about it and you didn’t ask. He may have been hunting, he may have been meeting some of his own kind – you had a feeling you’d never know. And had you not had this unease in your chest, you might have asked him, but you wanted him to be free for those few hours. Free of the city, free of hiding, free of… free of you.
You knew, from the first time you’d seen his yellow eyes in between the trees as you visited your grandfather up on the mountains as a child, that you loved him. Maybe not in the way you did later on, but when you saw him for the first time, though foolish – you were not scared. You could not for the life of you figure out why; you had always had massive respect for wolves and other predators, yet his eyes had captured something inside you. He was only a puppy.
Your grandfather told you that though he was a puppy, he was a wild predator and predators followed instincts. He’d warned you about the wolf, though you had seen him leave left over after dinner outside when he thought you weren’t paying attention.
The young wolf had showed up outside of the cabin three evenings in a row, and on the fourth evening of your stay, as your grandpa had fallen asleep on the couch watching TV, you’d sat out on the bench in front of the house, watching the view of the valley below the cabin, short legs dangling. The river, the hills, the trees. The wolf had sat a bit behind you, watching the view with you. You’d noticed him, but you didn’t’ move. Didn’t say a word. You didn’t see him, though you heard him come. You knew he was there. When you turned, after the sun had set, he was gone.
Whenever your grandfather was busy, or if he drove into town to buy groceries, you’d run outside in your rubber boots and you’d sit patiently in the grass, legs crossed, doll in hand. You’d let him approach you, and you’d let him nudge your knee with his snout. You’d throw your doll and he’d catch it and bring it back.
You’d loved how free he was. How he ran around wherever he wanted. How he would chase birds and jump into puddles.
You had seen the wolf again when you were an awkward teenager. He had even sat outside your room in the cabin a whole night, and you had sat in the deep windowsill, watching him, though you weren’t as adventurous as you had been as a child. You were more scared. It was a wild wolf, and you had no intentions of ending up as dinner.
He’d saved you from being trampled by a frightened elk as you were taking a walk, trying to get reception on your phone. He’d ran in and shoved the elk out of the way with the side of his huge body, and though you had frozen in fear of the sight, his gaze clashed with yours as the elk ran off, and he had understood. He didn’t approach. He slowly backed away and disappeared between the trees once again.
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“Are you hungry?” You asked Taehyung, who turned away from the view of the city and hit you with a dashing smile.
“Always,” he muttered, striding over to you in the kitchen half of the small apartment. Hands wrapped around your waist, drawing a smile and a small chuckle from your lips at his words.
“It’s the full moon tomorrow,” you said, trying to sound chirpy, yet the sour feeling in your chest was heavier than ever. He had spent more time by the window, more time touching you than he ever had, more time praising you, loving you and though you loved him to bits, it was making you dread your plan for the approaching full moon. This was your life. Not his.
“I know,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your neck before he left you to make dinner. You always cooked – not because he didn’t want to help, but you liked it. Your mother had loved to make food, and making dinner made you feel somewhat closer to her, even if she wasn’t around anymore.
“The neighbors are fighting,” he noted from the couch, eyes glued to the television. You were about to answer when you noticed he was watching a documentary about animals. An aching spread through your chest as you were once again reminded of how little he belonged in your world, and how much he probably missed his own.
“Yeah?” You uttered, trying to sound like you normally did. His eyes had met yours in question, clearly picking up on the different tone. You’d cleared your throat and sent him a broad smile. It seemed to fool him as he smiled back to you and turned his attention to the TV again.
“Yeah. She won’t have sex with him,” he said, and your eyes snapped towards him in surprise. Even after 7 months, you were still surprised at how straight forwards he was. Also, how keen his hearing was. And his other senses.
“That’s… something,” you mumbled.
“Hey, you know that uhm, those things you gave me yesterday? What are they called?” He asked, eyes peering over at you in curiosity. You glanced at him, though it hurt to do so.
“The grapes?” You asked, turning your attention back to the food.
“Yes, grapes,” he chuckled as he laid down, long legs kicking out on the couch. The sight, compared to him in the fields, had you looking away again.
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You’d driven to your grandfather’s cabin after he, together with your mother and father, had passed away in a car accident. It had been over a year since it happened, and you had finally gathered the courage and strength to take two weeks off to go up there to pack up the cabin and prepare it for new owners.
You had forgotten about your childhood friend, though it all came back to you as you found those yellow eyes watching you from the shadows of the trees once again. He was still there, even bigger than you remembered; he’d grown massive, almost concealed by the darkness, though you could see his shape.
Like when you were young, he would show up on the evenings, like a giant guard dog, watching over the house. You’d put out something for him to eat one night and had been happy to find the bowl empty the next day.
You’d only found out about his human half when the wolf, that evening, came limping and bloody onto the property. You walked out to meet him in horror at his state, when his body had contorted, twisted in on itself. You were certain you could never forget the sight. On the ground before your feet laid a man, skin dirty and hair messy.
His body had been almost torn apart with wounds as you, though scared, crouched besides him and gently brushed his brown bangs out of his eyes. They cracked open and looked at you in tired desperation, that same yellow still lingering in his human irises, though blended with a soft brown shade. His wounds were shaped like bitemarks and deep scratches.
It took a while, but he managed to stumble into the cabin with your help, and you did the best you could with the little you had. You hadn’t brought any form of first aid up onto the mountain. You’d helped him into a pair of your grandfather’s old pair of pajama pants and onto the couch.
You stayed awake by his side that night, brushing sweat away from his forehead and upper body with a cold cloth. He slipped in and out of consciousness, and each time he had tried to sit up in panic until his eyes met yours and he relaxed back down.
He was gone when you woke up. Bright sunlight hitting your face, body resting against the couch. You’d gone outside right away, eyes darting around the field in front of you and down into the valley. On the bench laid your grandfather’s pants, neatly folded.
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“By the way, how did the test go today?” He muttered against your shoulder as he joined you in bed, his inhuman warmth engulfing your tired body.
“I think it went better than the last one,” you whispered, turning to face him. His eyes glowed in the dark of the room, and you were spellbound.
“You’re really beautiful,” you said, and though it was dark, you could make out the bright smile on his face.
“Do you miss the mountain?” You asked. The words slipped out before you could stop yourself and you dreaded the answer. He was horrible at hiding his emotions, though he didn’t know he was, so when he lied; you knew – but he didn’t know you knew.
“Sometimes,” he’d say, his eyes growing sad, though the smile was still there. “But I like being with you more.”
You knew he meant what he had said, he would have never left with you unless he did. He wanted to be with you, and you knew that – but he had an instinct in him that would forever be stronger than anything a human could ever understand. He was a wolf, a wild predator, he wasn’t a dog meant to be kept in an apartment and let out every now and then – he was a magical creature. He wasn’t meant to be tame like this.
“You can tell me if you do, you know,” you whispered, wanting him both to admit it and to lie to spare you from the pain. Both would hurt equally. “It was your home, after all.”
“I…” he hesitated. You knew he did. It was a silly question. It was his home, of course he missed it!
“I miss it,” he admitted. and you felt something, almost a relief washing over you. You had been right.
“I want you to be happy,” he added, his voice tired, and you didn’t answer him. Your fingers running steadily through his hair.
He fell asleep before you did, and your smile had long vanished. He was kicking his foot every now and then, and you knew he was dreaming of the grass.
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He had come back that evening, as the sun was setting over the valley and you were crouched by a flowerbed by the wall of the cabin, picking at the weeds. You’d almost thrown your little shovel in the air in surprise at his appearance, though as you stood and looked at him, you couldn’t believe it was the same man that had been inside your cabin that whole night. His body was completely fine. Though red where the worst of gashes had been, he seemed to have healed and was left with only scars to tell the tale.
“Hello,” you’d said, trying to sound confident.
“Hello,” he’d replied, and you’d frowned at the state of his voice. It was deep and raspy, scratching at his throat as he spoke. He hadn’t spoken in a long time. You had wanted to ask what had attacked him, but you didn’t.
You’d sat outside on the bench each evening, and he’d show up to accompany you. Some nights you’d talk, others you’d just sit and enjoy the view and sounds. You grew unbearably close. You’d known your departure was coming up in a few days’ time, but you’d also felt a pull towards him that you couldn’t understand.
He’d told you he thought his name was Taehyung, though he wasn’t sure anymore, he hadn’t used a name since he was young. You’d smiled and said you loved it. The smile on his lips, after hearing your words, had almost knocked you out of your mind.
He’d told you stories about where he was from, what he was. Stories that, had you not known better, you’d think were from another world. Magic and wonder, though you always had a feeling he was holding back. You never pushed him. He told you wonderful stories about soulmates and how every werewolf had one, and fairies who were not as friendly as our stories had them.
His sweet nature, his goofy smile, his curiosity about anything you told him about, was drawing you closer and closer to him and you could listen to his deep voice day in and day out. He was straight forward, asking about you and why you were there, not really seeming to grasp the idea of the sadness of your family’s death, other than the fact that he had liked your old grandpa when he had been alive and that he missed the left overs he’d set out for him before he died.
You had felt so lost when you realized you were falling in love with him, though you weren’t afraid; you knew your feelings were mutual. He wasn’t… shy.
His animalistic approach to romantic gestures had caught you off guard. Not used to the norms of socialized humans, he leant into your neck one night, arms wrapping tightly around your body. Had you not felt like you were utterly safe in his hands, you might have pushed him off.
You didn’t.
He had asked you if it was alright, a whisper in your ear, and you had barely managed to nod your head in the trance you were in. He’d later told you he knew you wanted him to touch you. Said he could smell it on you. He could smell your desire.
Sharp teeth had gently graced the skin on your throat, sending ripples of shivers through your body, which he seemed to enjoy very much. He had inhaled deeply, taking in your scent and was about to – had you not stopped him – rip your clothes to shreds. You’d pulled his face towards yours, your lips gently pressing against his. He had, at first, not understood what you were doing, though with a little guidance, he had come around.
When you’d woken up the next morning, sky light blue in the sunrise, body nude and spent, though as happy as you’d ever been; he was gone again. Your heart had dropped to the bottom of your stomach as you’d stumbled into a pair of sweats and thrown a t-shirt over your head as you’d ran downstairs, tears welling on your eyes, only to see him outside on the bench. Running outside, you’d stood panting in distress, staring at him with desperate eyes.
As if knowing exactly what you were feeling, he gave you a soft smile as he stood up. He was wearing your grandfather’s pajama pants, and though they fit him, you grew confused. He hadn’t wanted to wear clothes the whole week you’d known him as a human.
“It’s today,” he had said, and you’d swallowed thickly, knowing exactly what he was referring to. The weeks, though it had felt like a decade, had ended.
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His sweet laugh had rung through the apartment as you entered the living room on midday, ready to leave for the countryside. It was the night of the full moon.
His laugh was contagious, and he never laughed at the right times, though it made your heart soar with joy. He didn’t get jokes or puns, though he loved slapstick comedy. That, he understood. He understood anything physical.
He wasn’t made for the city.
“What are you watching?” You asked, leaning against the couch, trying to distract yourself from the heartbreaking thoughts running through your mind.
“I don’t know,” he’d laughed, shaking his shoulders. You’d almost burst into tears, the pain in your chest making it hard to breathe properly, though you had to try; he would hear something was wrong if you weren’t breathing normally.
Your wonderful protector. Your loving, beautiful Taehyung. Your magical and caring lover. You bit the inside of your cheeks, avoiding his eyes as you got ready to leave.
You drove him through the massive city, through the crowded streets and the jungle of concrete and tall buildings. The ride was quiet. But not just the usual quiet; you could often spend hours in silence and not feel out of place. This silence was heavy. As if there were words that needed to be said between the two of you, clear as day, yet none of you dared to speak them out loud. Out through the suburbs and far into the quiet countryside, further than you’d ever driven before, you parked the car off road, and you stood by him on a hill by open plains and fields of tall grass as his eyes closed, head tilted back to smell the air.
This was his life. Not yours.
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Once you had come over the initial shock of him not having left you, you’d nodded your head and whispered that yes, that day would be the last day in the cabin. You’d be leaving for the city again, and the cabin would be sold to someone else who wanted to take care of it.
He’d begged you to stay. He’d begged you to be with him and let him protect you. His deep voice had brought fresh tears to your eyes, his vows and promises of hunting for you and helping you in any way he could, whatever he could do to make you stay there with him.
You’d told him that you couldn’t. You had only those two weeks off, and you told him that it hurt just as much for you, but you couldn’t give up your life in the city. Your parents had paid for your university before they had passed away, and you couldn’t just drop out and leave the apartment behind. It would crush your heart to give up the closest thing you still had to them, the things they left behind, even if your feelings for Taehyung felt like something from another world.
And he had hugged you so tight as you’d burst into tears, sobbing, torn in half. You’d found love, or what could become love, and you didn’t belong together. Taehyung, though a bit held back, convinced you to believe in it. He’d stroked your hair and reassured you, saying you were meant to be, but you had heard the hesitation in his voice even back then. You had refused to acknowledge it.
“I promise I’ll come back and see you,” you’d uttered in a breath, on your knees outside your cabin. He was next to you, holding you. You’d pushed away to look up at him with tear stained eyes, knowing full well you weren’t going to be able to come back in a long time.
“I’ll come with you,” he had muttered then, after a long pause. Your face had dropped in confusion. He would come with you? But he had nothing to go to, nothing he knew, nothing to do.
“What?” You’d whispered, your tears halting.
“I’ll come with you,” he repeated, sounding more certain the second time around.
You had told him no. He was wild, he was of the forest and the grass and the wilderness, he wasn’t made to live in the city, and you had told him no. As much as you’d loved the idea of being with him, he was meant to be out in the wild.
Your words had only seemed to fuel him further. He wanted to go. He would go, he said. He would be with you. He wanted to be with you. He wanted to touch you and smell you and listen to your wonderful voice.
After much debate, you’d made it clear to him that you did want the same thing, you just didn’t think he had really wanted to leave. You wanted to be with him more than anything.
So, he came with you. He put on a sweater, and he helped you pack the car. You’d watched him with careful eyes. His strong body, covered by the clothes… you weren’t a pervert, but it just wasn’t right. It wasn’t him – he wasn’t human like you. You swallowed and bit it back, sending him a smile when he looked at you.
He’d showered before you left, and you’d almost sent him out into the fields to roll around. You missed the patches of dirt on his cheeks and the wild waves of his messy brow hair, but you bit it back. He was still the same person. He was the wonderful, magical person you were falling in love with. And you convinced yourself it was the right thing to take him with you.
It wasn’t that hard to incorporate him in the life of the city. He was curious by nature, and everything was entertaining. He loved all the flashing lights, all the sounds and the smells and all the strange people wearing strange clothes. He adapted fast, and he seemed to like it – and though you knew it wasn’t his life, you convinced yourself it could be.
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You stepped away from the car, your eyes wandering over the fields. This was it. This was the place. It was breathtaking, and it was closer to your grandfather’s cabin; he could find his way home from where you were standing. Turning to look at him, he was watching you with an expression you hadn’t seen before, though it made you feel warm and safe and you knew you had made the right decision.
You stepped towards him, like you usually did before he changed, and you hugged him, wrapping your arms around his torso, pressing your palms against his upper back, squeezing your eyes shut. You breathed in deeply as he wrapped his arms around you, and ran his fingers through your hair, placing a soft kiss to your forehead.
You stepped back and cupped his cheek with your hand. His eyes were soft. Understanding. He knew. It almost set you back, noticing the familiar gaze. He had known the whole time.
He pulled his sweater over his head, folding it neatly in his hands, before he handed it to you. He did the same with his pants, and you held them to your chest. He never wore shoes.
As his bones began to crack under the light of the full moon, you looked away as his beautiful face morphed to that of an equally breathtaking predator. The piercing eyes, the sharp claws and teeth; he could tear you apart in an instant, yet he never touched a hair on your body with anything but loving hands.
As the cracking receded, you turned to look at him with an aching chest. You didn’t need him to speak to know what his eyes were asking you. His big, yellow, loving orbs boring into yours, glowing in the dark. Your bottom lip quivered, and you bit down on it to conceal your emotions. With a small nod of your head, you curled your arms around the clothes tighter, telling him it was okay. Telling him to go. To be free.
He gave you a deep nod of his big head, staring at you for a couple second longer, before he turned to run off. You watched him as he ran, his strong legs pushing away underneath him, his big form disappearing over the plains faster than any animal you had ever seen. Beautiful fur bouncing as he ran, glistening in the moon light. A shaky breath left your lips as your knees shivered under your weight, tears welling in your eyes, your heart breaking.
You watched him run, and his bright smile flashed in your mind. His laugh, his touch, the wonder in his eyes as he spoke about the world, the wild and the freedom he was from. Where he belonged. Where he could live with his own kind. The way his fingers had desperately tried to braid your hair, the way his body pressed against yours when he was uncertain of the life in the city, the way his lips would leave your skin burning and tingling in pleasure, the way he never backed down from a challenge. He was free again now.
You knew he understood. He always had. He knew this would happen as well, you were sure of it, though it didn’t make it easier. He knew you loved him, and he knew you would forever keep him in your heart just as he would keep you with him. The pain in your chest was impossible to describe; your whole body throbbed in pain as you watched him disappear into the forest far away, and it wasn’t long before you were sobbing against the ground.
A sob wrecked through your body, a silent scream leaving your lungs. You could barely breathe as you cried, though you desperately wiped at your eyes, knowing this was the best for him. Knowing that if you stayed longer, you would be tempted to go after him, to be selfish and take him back. Beg him to hold you and tell you everything was going to be okay – but you had tried that already. You had taken him, and you had let him tell you things were going to be okay. He had left his world for you, yet it didn’t work. It wasn’t right.
Tears blurring your vision, you pushed yourself off the ground, his clothes pressed to your chest. You held them up to your nose, taking in a deep breath of his scent, squeezing your eyes shut.
They snapped open when the sound of a howl, his howl, broke through the air. You could see him, in the distance, on a small hill, barren of trees, howling towards the moon, and you somehow knew he was talking to you. You felt like he was besides you, holding you again, patting your head and telling you that you still loved each other. That love didn’t have to be this way or that way, and that you were both still alive. Telling you to live on, that he would be fine.
