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Pack au lando pining for danny before they get together and shit gets real? đ©·
Ooo abo pack au my love đ
Lando and Daniel in this are so soft and sweet before all the angst.
When Lando first meets the pack, he instantly feels a little more safe around Daniel than any of the other alphas. Daniel to Lando is charming and funny but he's also the alpha that notices straight away that Lando doesn't like to be touched, especially when he doesn't see the touch coming. He's the one that draws the attention off of Lando whenever he notices the other getting overwhelmed, and yet he never once makes Lando feel weak or as if he can't handle himself.
Lewis and the others, although we'll meaning, keep reminding Lando to call them if there's any trouble and they'll sort it as if Lando hadn't been giving alone and packless since he was eighteen but Daniel just tells him "if you ever want to confuse someone with all your COD talk, call me. Day or night"
Lando doesn't even really realise that he had feelings for Daniel for months. He just knows Daniel makes him feel safe and he likes Daniel's scent the best out of the pack. He likes having Daniel near or in a nest, and he doesn't mind when Daniel hugs him or touches him. He finds himself leaning into it all and wanting more.
It's a simple day when he realises that he likes Daniel as more than a friend. Lando had moved into the pack house. He has his own room. He's just doing his course work when Daniel, wfh, just comes in with snacks that are Lando's favourite and a drink "just because" and it hits Lando that he likes Daniel.
It terrifies him.
Lando had been out of his pack for years but he still hits walls like this where he feels guilty for liking someone. He knows his patents and old pack wouldn't approve of anything he is doing, let alone an alpha like Daniel that respects omegas and let's Lando be Lando.
Still, in his pining, Lando is the one to actually approach Daniel and starts bringing him gifts because he grew up up the idea that "alphas court omegas to win them over" so he thinks "well why can't I court an alpha?" and he's so shocked when Daniel accepts the gifts and accepts being courted and let's Lando take the lead
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Chapter One: News Crashing
Poly!TaskForce 141 x Omega!Reader
The Omega Pack Plan Masterlist
Summary: A change in procedure around base causes you to spiral as your world comes crashing down. There's only one way out of this and it starts with telling the truth.
Words: 4.4k
Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Anxiety, Existentialism, Misogyny, Dismissive Attitudes, Angst, Rage
Mentions of: Medication,
A/N: Honestly, I'd been inspired by a few series (Standard Emergency Protocol and Pantry Solutions) I've read those and it caused me to want to write my own ABO COD AU, so I started this as a sort of funny fic awhile ago. I'm haven't entirely plotted out the whole story, but I have some ideas for the first few chapters. I was finally inspired to finish and post it because @cringeycookies liked the snippet I posted in a wip tag game. So thanks to everyone who inspired me, and a special thank you to @penelopepine for helping me with the dialogue and Price's reaction as I try to begin writing for them.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am," the nurse responds, "we're no longer authorized to refill suppressants of any kinds for any purpose." With a push of the empty orange pill bottle back across the counter in your direction, she offers you an ugly forced smile.
"Is there really nothing we can do?!" You complain incredulously, "Nothing at all? What am I supposed to do with this?!" Taking the emptied bottle into your hands, you stare at the nurse with widened eyes and a wild look.
"There is no 'we'..." she rolls her eyes in response, focus returning to the papers before her. "But if you insist, you can always bring it up with your CO, or the Base Commander." She scribbles something out on the page, but you can hardly focus when your world is virtually crumbling apart around you. "Now if you don't mind, some of us actually have work to do around here."
Still stunned, you can't help the way your breathing picks up as your heart begins to race. About a month ago now there was a base-wide meeting where they'd finally cracked down and implemented a new program the government is trying out: OPP. The Omega Pack Plan. While it's uncommon for Omegas to even be recruited into the military to begin with, such a thing does exist. Regardless, the Base Commander gathered everyone in the Auditorium for a presentation to talk about the new program and how the army would implement it into the troops. Luckily, considering you're on an elite Task Force, it doesn't apply to you. At least... it didn't.
"What the hell is this?!" You yell, tossing the orange bottle in his direction.
He'd heard the stomps all the way down the hall and smelled you coming, so he's neither surprised by your appearance, nor startled by the toss of the bottle. John swiftly catches it in his hand as he looks up at you. "What?" He inquires, finally glancing down to examine what he's caught. "A pill bottle?"
"Captain, it's empty! They won't refill it- I can-"
A groan tumbles past his lips as he drags a hand down his beard. "Look, Panther-" referring to you by your callsign, interesting move. "There's nothing I can do, it's over my head now. I wish I could do something, but I can't." Sitting back in his leather chair, Price places the bottle on the desk; a faint rap of the plastic hitting the wood is the only sound between you momentarily before you hurriedly shut the door.
Panic begins to flood your system as you're not sure how to handle this. It's your turn to freak out. You know how this goes, you know the story now; ever since they'd implemented and dispersed the Omegas into the troops, they'd started implementing them into the Task Forces, and now they have to do so with the One Four One. Fingers curling in and out of shapes as you try to process your next move, you speak before you can even begin to plan what you're going to tell him.
"I- I'm- I..." You're pacing his office now, the heavy gaze of your Captain upon you as you try to prevent yourself from hyperventilating. The thing is, you're usually good with pressure- really good. It's your job to be good. It's just... this is different. This is your life, your livelihood at stake, the livelihood of all your future generations to come.
A sigh resounds throughout the office before you hear the low timbre of his voice. "Dove," he calls out with a gentle tone, "I want you to take a deep breath for me. Alright?" With the calm and even sound of your Captain's voice and the assured look on his face, you comply. Exhaling the last of your breath, you close your eyes and focus in on the deep intake of air through your nose. With the parting of your lips you slowly release it before giving yourself a moment.
When you open your eyes he gestures to the seat before his desk, though you know he won't take offense if you decline. Hesitant, one hand finds its way to the other, wrapping around your arm as you listen to him speak. "Now, can you explain what has you in this state? I assure you that there's nothing that can't be dealt with." You want to trust him, you know him--John Price--your Captain. He's always had your back, always made sure you felt comfortable in the Taskforce, always made an effort to check on you after things got rough.
You nod. Licking your lips, you search his blue eyes as you tentatively take the seat across him.
"Whatever it is, we'll deal with it, alright? I can guarantee you that unless you're trying to tell me you're an Omega, nothing you say is going to shock me that warrants the amount of panic you're putting yourself through," Price chuckles. He's obviously joking, trying to break the tension with humor. Lips drawn upward into a small smile, the Captain stares at you expectantly.
"What if I am?" You whisper, eyes unable to tear from his visage as you try and gauge his reaction. Unexpectedly, silence fills the space between you and feels deafening in the small space. The growing comfort of his office these couple of months now feels like a cage you're forced to stay in, under watch, as you stare down your superior on the brink of a battle to the death. And that's what you do. His blue eyes bore into yours, skeptically shifting between your left and right as he seems to try and get a read on you.
All of the sudden you jump at the smack of his hands hitting the desk in front of him. He laughs at you.
He's laughing at you.
And you're sitting there with your guts spilled out, dread eating away at the pit in your stomach... and he's laughing. It feels like forever is passing you by as you stare at him in shock, this moment between the two of you frozen in time as nothing else persists.
"I understand what this was now," Price explains, still chuckling to himself as he shakes his head. There's a warm smile on his face that feels eerie considering the dire context of the situation at hand. "You got me! I fully believed you for a second there, too."
Eyebrows furrowing in dark realization, you can't help but stare at him wildly. "Wha-" You begin to question him and his line of thinking, but he cuts you off.
"This was all a prank, right? The bottle, the hysterics- you really outdid yourself, Sergeant." Leaning back in his chair, he props his ankle up on his other knee. "Because let me tell you, this was good. Better than anything Soap's cooked up in awhile. Did you come up with it yourself?" There's a cheeky grin on his lips. "Ah, I know you did."
Lips opening and closing like a fish out of water, you sit in the armchair across from him pale with a dazed look across your face. He doesn't actually think that this was...
"Well, with your little triumph in your pocket, I say we get back to work, yeah? I've got some new leads from MI6 that've just popped in." With that, the man stands from his desk and rounds it. "Garrick should be back around Tea. I'll see you in the Command Station then," he informs you. It's then that he passes by, a genial clap on your shoulder while he's at it.
Left stunned in silence, you can't help but grit your teeth, consequentially pronouncing your jaw as anger ebbs through your bloodstream. Breath getting heavier, you can't help but loathe the meeting tonight. Your Captain might be satisfied with the conversation, but all you feel is discouraged. He's abandoned you, left you alone in his office with a humiliating sense of betrayal and shattered trust. Almost like you hadn't just told him your biggest secret at all.
Punching the standard heavy punching bag hanging in front of you, you grunt, ignoring the pain that gnaws at your knuckles underneath the reusable hand wraps. Sweat builds on your brow as you continue to unleash your pent up anger on the gymâs equipment. How could he?! When had you ever pulled anything even similar to this? Never! And the fact that youâve only been on the team for a handful of months only exacerbates the abandonment youâre feeling right now. Heâs your Captain! Regardless of your feelings or the situation at hand, isnât he supposed to be there for you? Heâd promised from the get go to help you with whatever you need, and now the one time you go to him for aid it backfires in your face and leaves you without any sort of solution going forward aside from straight up telling the whole team the flat out truth, and God forbid! You canât even begin to fathom how thatâd go.
A pent up and frustrated yell almost akin to something of a growl emanates from you as you tear into another round of swift jabs and punches. Regardless of the situation at hand, youâve been trying to build up your upper bodyâs strength and letting out the anger youâd accumulated over this morningâs events seemed like a perfect opportunity to let loose.
The stretches and treadmill routine didnât take a lot out of you, but the weights, and now the punching bag definitely is starting to take its toll. Sweat beads at your forehead in rivulets that drip down the sides of your neck, down your scalp past your neck and between your shoulder blades. Tank top soaked in sweat, you breathe hard as your heart pumps rapidly in your chest. You wouldâve wound up here at some point or another tonight, but the Captainâs discourteous response certainly led to an earlier workout time.
While others sparsely litter the gymâs floor, you pay them no mind and vice versa. Itâs not uncommon for soldiers to be found blowing off steam or aiming to beat their highest reps on the weights. Yet, this gym is reserved for higher standing members of the Force, the gym on the far side of the base where there are less people, offices, and considering the regular army men train in the bigger gym closer to their quarters, itâs mostly other higher ranked officers in here.
âCaptainâs lookinâ for ya,â Markowski, another Sergeant that youâd come to befriend on base announces from the doorway, having poked his head in after leaving a few minutes earlier. He belongs to a different Task Force.
A groan tumbles out of you as you realize itâs already that time. Just as the door clicks shut, your phone chimes loudly with the alarm youâd set earlier going off. A few quick swipes of your fingers, you turn the alarm off and unlock the device, seeing a number of messages flood your notifications.
Kyle: You hear theyâve bumped up the timeline? đŻ
Johnny: â https://Tiktok/Shattered.Rat567 â Had me rollinâ đ€Łđđ» Gotta check it, Bonnie
Simon: You coming to the meeting or not? đ€š
Johnny: Where r u? Youâre usually first here đ Capâs getting peeved, watch out
Not looking forward to the inevitable mess of a meeting before you, you donât bother rushing to join the men. With a wash of your face in the womenâs locker room, a speedy bathroom break, and a grab of the items youâd brought with you, youâre heading for the Command Station.
With the time Price set the meeting, you won't get to eat dinner till afterward. You'd be lying if you said you weren't annoyed by this entire situation, your agitation from neglecting your hunger earlier has certainly come to bite you in the backside.
While you donât have time to respond to their texts, having set the alarm with only enough time to get back to your teamâs Command âstationâ albeit more like your headquarters before heading out. Speed-walking through the orderly halls with a haste perfectly common around here, you navigate with a well practiced knowledge. Though youâve only been here coming up on six months soon, youâre well acquainted with this part of the base.
Rounding the corner, youâre in the hall, close. Yet, the worry of being late lingers in the back of your mind and adds another layer of annoyance on top of your residual anger buried deep down from this morningâs situation. Youâd inevitably come up with your solution. Itâs not one you like⊠but itâs the only logical option. Another turn and youâre striding into the big garage-like room.
âNice of you to finally join us, Sergeant,â Price calls out to you. Lifting his eyes from the map laid out across your station's table, he glares in your direction.
âWhat took you so long?â Soap snaps, his brows slightly furrowed as he stares at you from the opposite side of the table, hands lazily wrapped around his vestâs straps.
A look at your watch tells you that youâre not even late, the meeting doesnât officially start for another minute! But you are usually waiting on them. Heâs got you there.
âYeah, youâre usually the first one here. Itâs not like you,â Gaz whispers under his breath as you sidle up alongside Ghost, Gaz standing diagonal to you right beside Price at the head of the table.
âFocus,â Ghost orders the men, his hands tucked in his hoodieâs pocket. You donât fail to notice the way he subtly takes a step further away from you as soon as they start talking again. Price goes back to talking plans as Gaz is questioning the circumstances of the information the Captain had acquired earlier when heâd had to leave the office.
âWhich is exactly why-â
A heavy exhale on your behalf leaves the men frozen as their eyes drift back to you. âDo you have something youâd like to say, Panther?â The Captain questions. Jaw clenched, you tear your eyes from the map theyâd settled on.
âWeâve got a big problem,â you announce, cutting off the Captain as you finally raise your gaze to meet Priceâs slightly widened blue eyes.
âWell, if you see something that needs changinâ then letâs hear it,â he responds. A âhmphâ follows as he crosses his arms over his chest and sits his weight back onto his heels.
âItâs not about the op,â you correct him. Tilting your head side to side you attempt to crack the kinks in your neck while standing a little straighter to appear more engaged and serious.
âAnd itâs more important than this? What weâre doinâ right now?â Soap questions, his hands dropping to rest on the table as he looms over it, eyeing you with frustration obvious in his irises.
âWhat is it?â Gaz asks, a quirk of his eyebrow garnering your attention for a split-second. Heâs genuinely asking, and there doesnât seem to be a hostility in his scent as he turns his attention to you. Then thereâs Ghost, who you donât even need to look at to feel his heavy gaze on you, waiting expectantly.
âActually, it is,â you argue with Soap, anger beginning to boil in your belly, the frustration and angst having been left to simmer all afternoon. âI canât believe you didnât take me seriously when I came to you earlier,â you turn your anger on Price. He looks taken aback by the outburst, something youâre not known for.
âDove,â he calls calmly, hands out in an attempt to pacify.
âDonât-â you bark, starting to raise your voice without realizing it. âI came to you in confidance! Trusting you when you said youâd be there to help me if I ever needed it! How could you?â Gritting your teeth, you donât realize how hard youâre breathing as your chest heaves with anger.
âWoah, woah-â Gaz sputters, âWhat-â holding his hands out to try and diffuse the argument.
âI let myself be vulnerable-â You continue to shout.
âIsnât this something that shoul-â Soap attempts to dissuade, backing down as he puts his hands out.
â-and tell you the truth, and-â youâre lunging for him across the table. Youâre held back by a massive hand on your shoulder. âYou laugh in my face?! What the fuck is wrong with you?â
You're suddenly pulled back, off your feet, and shoved into a metal chair that'd been nearby. Your Lieutenant is hovering over you, his cold eyes now tinged with a spark of anger as they bore into you scrutinizingly. There's the sound of commotion behind him, multiple voices overlapping, yet you can't see anything with that utter giant in front of you!
âDoes anyone wanna explain what the bloody hell is goinâ on here?â Ghost snaps. It's only then when the man steps aside that you can see where everyone is. With both of you in your respective corners, you simply glare at the Captain from over your crossed arms out in front of you.
âAre you bleedinâ kidding me, ya Scally?â Price grunts as he shrugs Gazâ hand off his shoulder. âYouâre still on about it! When w-"
"That doesn't explain what happened, Cap," Gaz interrupts, stopping him from going off and getting them nowhere.
He groans, running a hand over his face once more before composing himself. Everyone waits for an explanationâyou tooâheâd been the first to speak, and youâre curious to hear what he comes up with. âShe came into my office, bloody cryinâ, tossing me a pill bottle, muttering about, saying sheâs a-â
You donât dare let him finish, not wanting him to be the one to finally say it, exposing your truth to the team. "Omega. Iâm an Omega, â you finish his sentence. While youâre scared to meet their faces, you take a deep breath and force yourself to do so.
"Christ," Price curses, fingers coming up to pinch the skin between his brows as he hangs his head.
Ghost's stoicism is nothing unordinary, and in fact, is somewhat a comfort considering you'd expected nothing less from him.
Gaz looks stunned for a moment, eyes flitting about the otherâs faces before the serious look on his face morphs. Lips slowly drawing upward, you shouldnât be surprised when he starts laughing. "Yeah right," Garrick teases, "and I'm actually the Prime Minister."
Yet, it's not just him. The uproarious laughter from your right only adds fuel to the already burning flame as the two other Sergeants laugh like idiots. All as if it's some poor joke with no consequences to anyone's life, and yet... it's the truth. At the end of the day, it doesn't change anything. At the end of the day, your life is still in jeopardy and they're treating it like some joke. Unable to form any sort of retort, you simply blink; stuck in a stupor raw, stung, and with a dumb look on your face.
Soap, rounding the table slaps Gaz on the back, his face flushed red from laughing so hard. "Yer makin' my stomach hurt. God," he eggs the other on between his dying chuckles and attempting to catch his breath.
"You're really just gonna stand there and laugh?!" You finally burst. Anger surely must be coming off your scent in waves, but you don't care. Standing from the chair, you don't flinch as Ghost swipes his arm out in front of you in case you were going for the Captain again. There will be no physical altercation on his watch.
"She already pulled this on me earlier, mind you, and now what? You're trying to pull it over on the lads' too, eh?" Price goads you.
"And I was telling the truth! You're the one who said I was joking," you point out. The volume of your voice is lost on you, partially blinded by the fury bleeding out.
"I suppose you never did admit to it being a prank," Price reasons, fingers grazing his beard as he runs them over it repeatedly in thought. "But how do you expect us to believe that when you clearly smell of a Beta?"
"Even on the battlefield, after everything we've been through-" Gaz starts.
"After yer all sweaty from a workout, too. I think we'd notice, Pan," Johnny argues, illuminating a legitimate point of consideration.
"Oh please," you mutter quietly to yourself. Shaking your head, you can't believe they're really all being this daft right now. "Like you have heard of those Scent Spritzers.â
There are various perfumes on the market specifically designed to alter oneâs scent. Most use it smell like an Alpha when theyâre not, or an Omega when theyâre wanting to seduce an Alpha when going out. But Omegas posing as Betas was rarely heard of. Youâre more than sure it happens more frequently than people know of, they just havenât been caught. And in your line of work? Itâs scarce. People are thoroughly vetted, but⊠youâd been on suppressants for a long, long time. And a Beta perfume only perfected your hiding.
âDid you forget weâre Alphas, love? Weâd be able to smell you across the room if you were,â Gaz taunts. Thereâs a puff of his chest that makes his cockiness even more annoying than usual.
"You really want to be an Omega? Dumb yourself down to some weak fragile thing?â Johnny jokes, nudging Gazâ arm as he shakes his head.
âA doll who can get whoever she wants? Want to be nothing more than good for knockin' up and popping out pups?â Gaz adds on.
âAre you serious right now?â You test, seething under your skin as your hands ball up into fists. âHow could you say that?!â
âItâs what people say,â Ghost comments.
âNobody would want that and youâre out here lying about it,â Johnny pokes.
âWeâre only trying to point out the flaws in your little rouse, Pan,â Gaz says, a smile lighting up his features as he crosses his arms over his chest.
"And what if I was lying, hm? Would that change anything you just said to me? How you feel about Omegas?" You scoff.
âThis isnât about your designation,â Price finally speaks. Fingers still weaved into his beard, his blue eyes lift to meet yours. âI see what this is about now, but there's nothin' to worry about, Dove.â Your Captain takes on a softer tone and all of the sudden you feel yourself start to get emotional as a twinge of sadness, of the hurt bleeding through upon understanding makes you feel seen.
âI know it's intimidating, the thought of having your first unmedicated heat, but we have medics here. It's natural. Heats, ruts, we all have them. And, hey... at least you're not an Omega, right?" Whatever relief youâd momentarily experienced sinks back down in your gut with the speed of a rollercoaster drop. Itâs as silent as a stakeout, the only sound being peopleâs breathing. And the lack of yours.
It takes a moment to gather yourself, everyoneâs eyes on you with the serious topic change. While sex and the downsides to a designation are something discussed with the boys, youâd often been left out. And to your comfort. "You know what? I canât do this,â you retort. Backing from the group, you toss your hands up. âI guess you'll just have to wait and see," you bite back. With a whip of your hair over your shoulder, you head for the door.
The room is silent once more as everyone gawks. Youâd never reacted in such a manner, had an outburst like that⊠this is⊠certainly different, and something theyâre not at all used to.
âItâs because they took away her suppressants today,â Price explains. It might not have been something the group should be privileged to know. A private matter, really⊠but with the way you acted? He felt the men deserve an explanation, at least.
âThat makes sense,â Gaz responds quietly, eyes still on the door youâd gone through.
âThatâs no excuse,â Johnny counters, arms crossing over his chest with a scowl on his lips.
"Well... that went better than I thought,â Ghost comments with a shrug. âBack to the plan? We can fill her in later.â
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Skz Pack: 2 Omegas, 1 Rut
NO MINORS!
Authorâs Note: the title is cringy but idc đđpls still read this đ«¶đŸđ«¶đŸ thank you to everyone for telling me about their ages in my post and hopefully this is good
Synopsis: spending his first rut together doesnât turn out too bad
Genre: Fluff and smut âŒïž
Warnings: mentions of sexual activities, ruts, eating schedules, being a simp, lying, skz x skz, breeding, cuddling, pregnancy/pups, safe words, pack lunas, animalistic behaviors, probably more so tell me what you think deserves a warning
Word Count: 2,697
You are in the middle of your piano lessons with Jeongin when he looks over at you.
âI want to tell you something.â You immediately raise your eyebrow. Jeongin has never been the shy type so what is this about?
âGo on..â You say, hesitantly.Â
He seems hesitant himself and starts by saying that he doesn't want to alarm you. âMy rut is starting tomorrow, and I wanted to know if you wanted to spend it together. I understand if you donât.. It can be a lot. Also, Chan-hyung will be assisting as well as Minho-hyung. I brought it up to them, and they suggested having someone in the room in case I go a little too far.âÂ
Although you are surprised, you are also touched that Jeongin wants to spend his rut with you. Is it rather fast? Yes, but wolves mate forever. Itâs not like you are going to run off on him, or vice versa; he is your moonmate. Is it too soon for you mentally though? Chan had warned you that Jeongin could be a lot to handle.
âCan you give me until tonight to decide?â He simply nods as the lesson continues. You canât help but watch him for any signs of irritation. He helps you with the next part of the song with an okay attitude.Â
Your lessons are helping you improve, and you could play whole songs which was your inspiration to register to attend university. Jeongin is happy to possibly have classes together considering he is still years from graduation as well.Â
Jeongin checks the time and looks over, âdid you wanna stop now? It has been a hour and a halfâÂ
âWe can st-'' You are cut off by the loud growling of Jeonginâs stomach. Oh. He wants to stop to get food.
âInnie! You told me youâd start eating breakfast!â You scold, putting your hand on your hip.
âI was running late today..â He mumbles, feeling embarrassed. He gets up and grabs his bookbag. You shake your head and grab your purse before taking his hand.
âLets go before you collapse from not eatingâ You tease as you both leave the building.
You both walk together to a nearby restaurant and got some food to take home. You are very nervous to be going to Jeonginâs place since your awkward interactions with Felix. You donât even know what you did wrong besides existing. Did he just not like new people? Was he the yandere type? At least Minho seems okay. He is very supportive but also stern, and you could respect that about someone, especially an oppa.
âYou look like you got a lot on your mind. Wanna fill me in on whatâs happening in your big, beautiful head?â Jeongin asks, kissing your forehead. He is holding your waist now as well.Â
âOh nothing, just thinking about you.â
âOh? What about me?â
Oh brother.. Lying is not your forte at all. Be quick.
âYou know your outfit is amazing, and your dimples are so pretty.â You smile as you look at him blushing now. âYou think Iâm pretty huh? I think youâre pretty too.â He pecks your lips before resting his head on your shoulder. âOf course I think youâre pretty Innie. Youâre my everything.âÂ
It seems like the sun is beaming down on you both as you walk home because Jeongin is so happy. He skips ahead of you carrying your food in his hands. You smile and follow him recording for memory sake. He is being really adorable today. He is always the happiest with his glasses on.
âInnie do you have anything you wanna say for memory sake?â You ask as he spins around. âI love y/n with my whole heart, and I donât wanna be without her.â You blush and hit his arm. âSuch a simpâ you whisper before ending the recording.Â
âYou love it.â He responds. You nod and hold his hand once again today. âI do love it. Iâm glad you arenât the shy type.â As you approach their home, you can see someone waiting outside.Â
As you approach Jeongin's home, you could see a figure waiting outside. As you got closer, he realizes it is Jisung, one of his' closest friends.
"Hey Jisung," Jeongin calls out as he approaches his pack mate. "What are you doing out here?"
"I just wanted to get some air.," Jisung replies, glancing over at you. "Whoâs this?"
Jeongin looks at you, silently asking for your permission. You nod, and Jeongin explains that you are his mate before all three of you go inside.
âOh youâre really pretty..â Jisung says, tone low before shying away.Â
Inside, Minho and Chan are sitting on the couch watching TV. They greet Jeongin and you warmly before telling Jeongin to eat good before tonight, considering ruts take a lot of energy.
After a few minutes of small talk together, Jeongin leads you to his room. "So, have you made a decision?" he asks, referring to his earlier request to spend his rut together.
You take a deep breath and look at him. "I think I'm ready," you say, smiling nervously. "But, I do have one request. Can we have a safe word just in case things get too intense?"
Jeongin nods understandingly. "Of course. We'll come up with one together."
You both spend the rest of the evening planning for the upcoming rut. Jeongin explains to you what to expect and how he would feel during this time.Â
âI promise that I will do everything in my power to not be too much or make you uncomfortable during this process. Please tell me if anything is just too much. We should probably talk about the safe word now. Do you have any ideas?â
âShould we use the stoplight system? So red is the safe word and green means okay?â You ask, searching his face for a response. He just laughs.Â
âYou know itâs a little basic but it does work so thatâs fine. Are you ready to eat now?âÂ
You smile and nod, feeling relieved that the conversation about the safe word went well. "Yes, I'm ready to eat now." You eat together as you watch Youtube, cuddling up once you are both done.
You feel grateful for Jeongin's openness and willingness to communicate about his needs, and you take a personal vow to do everything you can to make this experience as comfortable and enjoyable for him as possible. As the night is coming to an end, you both take your time making a nest in his bed with different articles of clothing from his pack members and your own clothing.Â
As you both settle into the nest, Jeongin wraps his arms around you and nuzzles into your neck. "Thank you for being so understanding and supportive. It means a lot to me," he says softly.
You stroke his hair gently, "Of course, Jeongin. I care about you and want to make sure you feel safe and comfortable during this time as well."
He snuggles closer to you, and you can feel the warmth of his body against yours. You close your eyes and take in the moment, feeling grateful for the bond you share with him.
As you drift off to sleep, you feel confident that you and Jeongin will be able to navigate this rut together, with open communication and respect for each other's needs.
Downstairs, Minho and Chan prepared some smoothies for later as well as water bottles, storing them in the fridge for later. They gathered some granola bars and hot towels for after the rut has run its course. They wanted to be prepared for anything, so they had just gotten home from working out together. Chan was strong, but Jeongin was also strong, especially mid rut. It would take both their strengths combined to stop Jeongin if it came down to it.
It was four hours later when Jeongin woke up, shaking you awake. "Y/N.." he says as softly as possible. You grumble before your eyes flutter open. "Innie, what time is it?" He checks the time on his watch. "It's 4 am. I think my rut is starting. It's so hot." You rubbed his arms feeling the heat radiating off him.Â
You yawn before slowly getting out the nest, warning Jeongin that you were going to get Chan and Minho so he wouldn't think you're leaving. You slowly go out the door, calling for Chan or Minho. Not knowing which room is theirs off the top of your head.
"In here!" They call from the end of the hall. The first room by the kitchen. You approach and open the door in your nightgown. "Jeongin's rut is starting. He isn't fully in it, but he is getting warmer and in a little bit he will be spiking." You inform them before turning back to return to Jeongin's room.Â
"Shit he couldn't make it through the night." Chan was working on something at his desk, but Minho looked like he was actually sleeping before you came in. "You don't make it through the night either. Your rut comes at approximately 12 everytime." Minho says, drowsy from sleep but following Chan and you back. Chan blushes "don't just be exposing me," he whines.
Upon entering the room, you all are surrounded by the spiking scent of red wine. Jeongin, who was still in the nest, immediately growled at Chan. Jeongin grabs you and Minho pulling you both into his nest. Minho yelps, not expecting the possessiveness of Jeongin over him.Â
"Innie it's okay. It's just hyung and I. We are here for you." Minho presses a kiss to his cheek, but Jeongin is not letting Minho out of his grip.Â
"I don't think you're getting away babe. Just try to appease his alpha side for now. We are all mates." Chan suggests. He has no problems with Jeongin spending his rut with the two omegas. Hopefully, it drains his energy quicker.Â
Jeongin took his time making out with you and Minho. Both your scents mix in with Jeongin's making it smell like a fruity wine. Minho's blackberry smell was overwhelming because you and Jeongin both have light scents. Your cherry blossom smell is fading into the background. Just as you feel like your mind is wandering, you hear Minho call out to you.
"Are you still here y/n? Need help grounding yourself?" He asks, causing you to nod rapidly. Minho and Jeongin attack different parts of your body with kisses. Knowing he is the pack luna, Minho makes you comfortable because he has experience. Minho leaves hickies along your neck while Jeongin kisses up your legs. The kisses are making your skin hot; Jeonginâs kisses were soft while Minhoâs were more passionate. A good mix of them both had you growing wet. The desire you feel for them both is increasing as time goes on.Â
You whine as Jeongin rubs a hand over your underwear-covered vagina. "Jeongin.. don't tease." Your words are simple, yet Jeongin almost loses himself to his animalistic side. He slides your underwear down and rubs your clit in small circles. "It's so pretty. You're so pretty." Jeongin whispers compliments to you as he slides a finger into you. You sigh before Minho encaptures your lips against his.Â
You are having a tongue-war with Minho, a fight for dominance, and he wins by sucking on your tongue causing you to moan in his mouth. Jeongin's continuous attack on your walls with his fingers are not helping either as you grind your hips down on his fingers. The sound of gushing fuels his appetite causing him to slip in another finger and use his other hand to slide a finger into Minho as well. A rush to prep you both before his animalistic urge took over.
It doesn't take long before everyone was at their limit. You moan out, practically begging him for more. "Jeongin hurry!" Minho is groaning next to you as he tugs at Jeongin's hair causing a moan to leave his mouth. Feeling like he prepped you enough, he slid his hand away from your vagina slipping those fingers into Minhoâs mouth. He sucks them clean as they werenât glistening from wetness anymore. The fingers leave his mouth with a popping sound, leaving him to feel impatient. "Give me your knot, alpha" Minhoâs tone is sassy and angry. As if a rubber band had snapped, Jeongin grips Minho's throat, his fingers feeling every breath Minho takes, kissing him as he rubs his tip up and down your clit, sliding in with ease.
It is simple biology for your bodies to want each other. The desire reached an all time high. You are needy and weak under Jeongin, and you have no control over your mind anymore. Neither did Jeongin. You throw your head back as he strokes in and out at a decent pace, not wanting to leave you too sore. Staring up into his eyes, "Alpha.. Alpha.." the words flying out your mouth as if he was a God, and you were chanting a mantra to him. The feeling going to his head. "You can take it, little one. Alpha is gonna give you his pups" He says, slamming into you. You had your eyes closed, focusing only on the feeling of Jeongin.Â
Your screams and loud moans raise an alert for Chan who thinks if he should interfere. "Are you okay y/n?" He asks, checking if you were even alert enough to answer. "I- I'm okay. I want his pups so bad. I need them." Chan nods as your eyes meet his, and he understands that look so well. The look of someone who was being bred and wanted to be marked.
"Oh you need them little one? You need alpha's pups?" Jeongin asks, in between groans. Minho decided to slide his hand down your body to rub your clit, making it hard for you to speak. "Yes! I need them!" You choke out; you were crying at this point, tears staining your rosy cheeks. Jeongin's pace was unrelenting, making you feel overwhelmed. He was going to rip the orgasm from your body. "I'm gonna give you my pups.. taking me so well"Â
"Jeongin! I love you!" Your last moments before everything went white. You held Jeongin close as your orgasm hit, causing your whole body to shake and your toes to curl. The warmth of his body gave you a comfort only a mate could give; you felt safe under him, his whole body covering yours. You felt like hisâ in that moment, your hands intertwined across his back to hold him there. His strokes got slower after you orgasmed, he was close and his knot was inching closer. It only took four more strokes before his knot was expanded and he held you close afterwards. "You're so pretty y/n" You smiled and laughed as he smiled at you back.Â
After a moment of catching your breath, Jeongin rubs your belly. "So full. Are you sure you're even gonna be able to carry our large child?" You hit his arm, "I'm not that small Jeongin. Also, our child will be a baby so not that large yet.. I hope." Minho chuckles and that's when you both remembered his hyungs were in the room. You hid your face in Jeongin's neck. "I'm sorry you guys had to see that," you mumble "I know it was a lot"Â
Minho helped you both wipe off some as Jeongin's knot goes down. Chan went to get you some water. "It's fine. We are a pack and all mates so it's nothing we probably won't experience with each other at one point." You nodded and took the granola bar Minho offered, eating the first bite was heavenly. You had been starving apparently. Jeongin just waited for Chan to return with water as he kissed over your face, then, all over Minho's as well.Â
"You owe me a knot as well, alpha," Minho says casually. Jeongin looked shocked and the blush on his face made you both laugh. It was going to be a long night.
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#kflixnet#skz#stray kids#omegaverse#skz!pack#skz!abo#skz!werewolf au#skz smut#skz imagines#stray kids smut#yang jeongin#jeongin#poly!skz#skz ot8#skz i.n#jeongin x reader#jeongin x y/n#angelwroteit
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Beta!Shang Qinghua both fearing for his life but wanting to be extra petty by making AO!Bingqiu work for their Beta!Liu Qingge privileges.
Though, he hopes SQQ never picks up on the fact that his wrists smell faintly of turned soil and scented oil â as otherwise he's pretty sure Cucumber bro will murder him on the spot.
(Though maybe he should be more worried about LQG smelling like peppermint, because Bingqiu would easily pick up on that â Airplane is half convinced it'll be his husband scent that sets those two on a war path.)
#omegaverse#liu qingge#abo svsss#beta liu qingge#luo binghe#shang qinghua#alpha luo binghe#beta shang qinghua#bingliushen#crack au#shen qingqiu/yuan#Omega Shen Qingqiu/Yuan#mobei jun#Alpha Mobei Jun#Moshang#Airplane wants to be petty because Bingqiu has yet to realize their feelings#but he also just wants to hord pack-mate LQG#He'll atleast get a bite in when Cucumber-bro inevitably finds out about him being the reason he gets less shidi time#still totally worth it#Moshang basically cock-blocking Bingqiu
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lmaoooo maffhew wanting the knot immediately and having to wait for sasha to catch up with that is so deeply funny like. this omega is not subtle and youâre not a stupid alpha babe! can only imagine what benny has to say to maffhew about it once he catches on and stops banging his head against a wall
idiots to lovers is always great but especially when its two people who would be hitched with 10 kids by now if they stopped being dumb for a single second like its that easy and yet...
to me they very much fall around the same time (infatuation at first scent if you will) just that sasha takes some time to get there not because he's dumb (okay he's a little dumb) but in the sense that its like "this person is very interested in me, i can see and recognise that but theres so much cognitive dissonance in my brain right now between knowing that intrinsically and finding that hard to believe so i unintentionally play dumb because obviously i'm reading too much into things it cant be me they're interested in haha that'd crazy but they're being awfully touchy and flirty with me wow"
but also it takes two to tango and we have to acknowledge that and this is when i would love to bring up the ways in which this man decides is the best way to go about that because he is a catholic school girlie... there's so much hilarity to be had here especially because his flirting is very uh how you say... a little ass backwards if you will especially considering dynamics
"I make it a point to keep the door closed when we're alone in a room together! That's basically a clear invitation that I'm down to fuck!!! Im basically asking to be ragdolled on his knot!!!"
and Benny just pinches the bridge of his nose like "I don't know how to explain to you in a way you'll understand that not everyone went to Catholic school."
But saying that Sasha does side-eye the door knob heavily when Maffhew goes over to close it the first time and he starts sweating like he just got dragged into a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven he did not sign up for and he's 13 again and oh god he got paired with a really cute girl, and he hasn't even had his first real kiss yet and-
And then absolutely nothing happens because Maffhew is just waiting with a polite expectant smile (because his work here is done, he did the heavy lifting know it's Sasha's turn) and this is when Sasha's dynamic classes training kicks in and he basically scolds himself for even assuming in the first place because this is clearly a show of trust (correct) not an invitation for extra circular activities (incorrect buzzer noise) and it basically becomes "This Omega really trusts me, I'm honoured especially as Pack Leader that I'm able to be so accepted into such a private space with the inherent knowledge that I will not encroach their boundaries whatsoever because consent is verbal, this is not in any way an invitation to take advantage of them this is deep platonic trust I will guard with my life :]"
and if you listen closely you can hear the lovely sounds of Maffhew bashing his head into a wall about how much of a gentleman Sasha is but also COME ONNNNNN... you know... once Maffhew realises what's happening which (looks at my watch) is not due for another few months really
Battle of wills: unstoppable force (maffhews catholic school understanding of dynamic interactions) vs immovable object (overseas alpha cotillion classes)
And if you think it's an Oh! An overseas dynamic thing! It's not. The Euros are watching the horrible car crash in front of them and doing absolutely nothing about it because it's none of their business, but they will stare at it... maybe judge it a bit but definitely are observing from the tall grass.
and I'm also not saying that luosty lundy forsy and bobby have a current running bet of how long it'll take for maffhew to break sasha in but i'm also not not saying that... luosty goaded lundy in the midst of a gossip session ("It has to be 3 months, right?) forsy happened to be around so lundy turned to him for advice ("7 months.") and maybeeee bobby overheard from all the way over from his stall and puts in his two cents for what it's worth ("6. Captain nice but not that nice. Very impatient." "So 3!" "No. Impatience makes him double the time, and wait longer. 6 months.") (lundy finally settles on a good 5 months because he's indecisive)
And Sasha does eventually pick up everything maffhew is throwing down... eventually... and when he does it becomes more so I want to court this omega the way they deserve I will take this slow and romance them sweetly :) *smash cut to maffhew caterwauling like a cat in heat*
but also once again its not like maffhew is helping sasha in any way this is idiot4idiot and benny would like to enjoy the car crash with the euros but unfortunately that's his soulmate, thats his bestie, his littermate from birth who has been weaned on the same teat as they climbed over each other to get to it, the first girl you kissed in your childhood bedroom because somehow you started play fighting on the bed because she was like i could totally pin you down easy and then she does and you always noticed how beautiful she was but shes even more gorgeous when she's pinning your wrists to your hannnah montana duvet you promised yourself youd changed out before she came over but you forget and well she teased you about it and you cant help but giggle about how perfect this all is and it seems that the natural conclusion to this is to taste the strawberry lipgloss of her lips because whats a kiss between besties huh its tacky and sticky and it tastes like summer and just other apt metaphors to put here about the inherent -isms of their relationship that i nearly cant put to words properly other than girls having fun (they are fucking)
and well anyways benny is watching and he has a lot of things to say about how its been proceeding so far
"You should really use your words."
"I am!"
"Right because smelling like a fucking perfume shop in the middle of October is using your words."
"This usually works with most Alphas okay!"
"Sasha isn't most Alphas."
"Tell me about it." Matthew grouses before he peeks over to Sam, looking up from beneath his eyelashesâthe exact way he knows both endears him to Sam but also absolutely miffs him all the same, "Worked on you, didn't it?"
"Oh, is that what we're doing right now? We're calling getting a lapful of a preening O in preheat in the middle of a roadie a normal way to go about these things."
"It worked didn't it?" Matthew reiterates.
"It would work better if you useâ"
"Okay! Alright!! I get it!!!" He does not.
like benny here is unfortunately an active listening participant in the going ons of the fuckery if not because hes involved by proxy because of maffhew because who else will hold his hair back as he calls him a dumb bitch you know
#ask#i dont think we nearly take enough advantage of maffhew going to a catholic prepatory school#my friend who went to catholic schooling his whole life until highschool (where we met) dropped the bombshell of the door thing on me#to which i went you have to be fucking with me that cant be real and then i was like well i guess its good we're both boys then-#and then he goes oh my mom knows im queer the rule applies to boys too#and i just nervously looked over to the door knob like well uh maybe we should open the door? i dont want your mom to be mad-#and he was like oh shes convinced we've been fucking since we met so this is allowed youre the only boy she lets do this (the door thing)#a couple of years later when he moved out i found out friends weren't allowed over if he was alone in the house but i was the only exceptio#and i felt like the equivalent of a roving tomcat who keeps wandering into the gardens and got the neighbours cat daisy pregnant#i dont think i could ever look that woman in the eye after all that#this is all to say catholic schooling does things to you man#anyways i do have to reiterate every kitty is fucking each other on a normal basis and in an abo au it gets even worse#making our whorehouse a whorehome#ive always said this but flirting with a virgo is like flirting with a brickwall#actually thatd be an insult to the brickwall because at least the brickwall would give you something to work with#the humble virgo looks you in the eyes before they crush your ego with a single word and youre like thank you mistress may i have another#i feel for maffhew i really do#theres just so many funny ways this just goes terribly wrong because both maffhew and sasha are inherently messy people#matthew and sasha on a team outing sat next to each other in a booth and matthew gets a little tipsy and starts rubbing his cheek#on sashas shoulder and sasha is just looking over to benny like please. help. and benny just snorts and blatantly ignores#him as he continues to sip on his beer and sasha just turns to ekky and silently pleads with his eyes. PLEASE. HELP.#ekky huffs and looks away very much not thrilled about being involved in any form whatsoever and hes not gonna change his mind about this#*5 minutes later* and ekky finds himself switching spots with sasha with a cuddly maffhew on his arm and he's a little disgruntled about it#but its very hard to stay upset when maffhew keeps mumbling about how nice he smells and keeps trying to scent him#all over like he has any right to lay a claim when hes been in the pack for such a short time#and yeah okay maybe he preens a little bit at the compliment like just a little#and maybe he does like being treated like a glorified scratching post but matthew doesnt need to know that (matthew knows that)#well anyways
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Omegaverse Guide
I use pretty much the same rules as everyone else, but I think there are a few things I do a little differently that Iâd like to explain
Claiming bond:
A claiming bond is formed between mates. Itâs uncommon for a person to find their mate. Roughly 30% of the population has found their mate(s). There can be multiple mates. Typically mates are an alpha and omega, but people of any sub-gender can be mates. The bond is formed by biting the scent gland on the right side of the neck. Once the bond is formed, it is there for life.
Pack bond:
Pack bonds are way more common than claiming bonds. Just under 85% of the population has found a pack that theyâve bonded with. Packs can be familial, romantic, or platonic. Itâs entirely up to the pack to decide on the nature of their relationships. Pack bonds are formed by biting the scent gland on the neck.
Pack bonds, unlike claiming bonds, can fade and disappear. This is usually caused by a pack memberâs scent changing, which can be caused by a number of factors including a traumatic event, lifestyle changes, and drifting from the other pack members.
Both pack bonds and claiming bonds are detected by scent. Itâs instinctual. Pack bond scents are identified almost instantly, while claiming bonds can take a while to figure out. It is especially difficult to find the claiming scent if one of the mates is a beta, as their scents are more mellow. Alphas and omegas are better at detecting pack/claiming scents due to their heightened sense of smell. That being said, betas can and do find packmates and mates.
These bonds are not mutually exclusive. A person can have both a pack bond and a claiming bond.
The most common pack dynamic: the pack alpha will bite each pack member on the pack bond gland. In return, each member will bite the pack alphaâs. This creates a connection through the whole pack.
The most common claiming dynamic: an alpha and an omega will bite each other on the claiming bond gland. Keep in mind that just because this is the most common, it doesnât mean betas are unable to find a mate. In addition, a person doesnât need to find a mate in order to form healthy and fulfilling relationships.
I think thatâs everything! I can clear up any questions if necessary.
#writing#fanfiction writer#omegaverse#abo au#alpha beta omega#pack dynamics#bonds#pack bonding#mate bonding
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Chan is alone.Â
He doesnât mind it, really, he doesnât honestly know what he would do with another person around. Heâs been like this so long that he doesnât think he could truly be himself with another person, not anymore. And itâs okay, anyway, because then there would be all the awkward road bumps of developing a friendship, only for it to eventually fail, and for him to be alone again. So yeah, heâs happy exactly how he is, thank you very much.
Well. Heâs. Heâs comfortable, at least.Â
Heâs got a little slice of territory all to himself on the outskirts of some land that would be generous to call habitable. He makes it work. Heâs always been a go-getter, and while keeping himself fed on this land is hard, he can do it. It was harder a few years ago when he first got here, limping away from his former pack, but now he has a nice shelter built up in a safe little crevice of mountain, a few years worth of hides to keep him warm in the winter, and he knows this patch of territory like he knows his own scent.Â
Heâs just grateful he has it at all. He could be a lot worse off, he knows, heâs seen how others have fared after being kicked out of a pack. Hopeless, helpless, without any skills that could help them be self-sufficient, only having known the safety of a pack their entire lives - they rarely survive for long. At least Chan wasnât like that, not even when he had come to his second pack. He was grateful to be taken in, so full of hope and ready to prove his usefulness butâŠwell. Clearly it wasnât enough. Itâs not like he should be bitter, it wasnât personal, he just wasnâtâŠhe justâŠwasnât enough for them. It was fine.Â
So he went along with his life, scrapped by on this land, and what heâs earned for his work is as much normalcy as he ever thought he would achieve. Itâs a peaceful life, really. The change of seasons and knowledge of the way of things in this place has become familiar - when the greens are at their tenderest in the spring, when the salmon berries ripen in the summer, when the big buck deer are least attentive during their yearly rut in the fall.Â
Once, while out checking in on the traps heâs placed around the territory, he spots a big bull moose upwind of him. They arenât a rare occurrence around here, heâs seen plenty, but this time, for a second, he has a moment of insanity as he considers taking it down. Itâs obvious why - such a big bull would feed him, hell, feed a whole pack for a year, but even if he had the manpower to do so, what would he even do with it? Itâs so much meat to haul back to his little cave, to process, half of it would spoil before he could preserve it. Itâs too much meat, for too little of a pack. For no pack. For just him. It doesnât make any sense, so he shakes his head, clearing the insanity from his brain, and moves on, getting back to his peaceful life.Â
Two weeks later, as fall really begins to set in, he finds someone on his territory.Â
#hehehe guess who it isssss#his first kid....his first baby...#this is the opening paragraphs of a fic ive been working on for literal years and am trying to get the creative jucies to finish#so yes my original concept for this fic was to essentially follow the narrative arc of the creation of stray kids as it is in 'canon'#aka real life at least as presented to us by jyp#and turn that narrative arc and the ways each member of skz impacts and work with chan into a abo fic about a pack coming together#idk why it just made sense in my brain#but yeah channie starts off real emo#idk if this will stay the opening paragraphs keep in mind...but it might#wolfgang au#stray kids fanfic#alpha!bangchan#bang chan#stray kids#abo au
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Just went absolute sicko mode following more yardigan blogs because I need more rpf yarm slop and am bad at filling up my own trough tbh :/
#also if you see this and youâre in fact one of those yard blogs hiiiii~ hello letâs be friends :)))#Iâve been tossing around a cheeky little abo yard!pack little AU in my head#mainly just because it bums me out when slimeanders gets excluded :((
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Maybe a bit about #dando #abo pack au? Danny bringing Lando back home? :)
I've been missing this au recently đ„ș
The bruises hadn't faded by the time that Lando was being handed discharge papers to sign and more pamplets about surviving abuse. He knew he still looked a mess, even with the bandage covering the almost mating bite on his neck. The bruises on his face were still vivid, and Lando couldn't bear seeing his relfection right now. He had avoided the mirror every time Sebastian had helped him shower because Lando was uncomfortable with even Daniel, the man he wanted to mate, being in the room with him when he was vulnerable at the moment. It was still too much, too soon, even as he clung to Daniel's hand right now as they walked towards the other's car slowly.
Daniel was giving him careful, cautious looks. He had a protective arm around Lando's waist, always careful with his touch and always checking if Lando wanted him to move his arm or to stop touching him. He was the perfect partner, and Lando wished, once more, that he had called Daniel that night instead of leaving in a panic.
It would have saved them so much pain but it was too late for that now as Daniel helped him into the car and pressed a kiss to his temple before closing the door. The first few minutes of the car ride were silent. Daniel had offered him his hand with a smile, giving a point of contact that Lando still desperately needed after everything. He liked the weight of Daniel's hand in his, the comfort of his scent around him, calming him because he knew that with Daniel here, he was safe. Which was why the panic that gripped him as they turned down a familiar road, caught Lando by surprise as he dropped Daniel's hand and felt himself shrinking back in his seat. His scent soured, filling the car with a burnt chocolate scent that had Daniel glancing at him with worry until the alpha pulled over, turning off the car so he could reach for Lando hand's. "Hey, breathe for me, sweetheart", Daniel encouraged softly, squeezing his hands gently as Lando nodded and did as asked, "Want to tell me what's wrong?" Lando paused for a moment, biting at his lip until he managed to put his jumbled thoughts and feelings into words. "You're taking me home" The soft look on Daniel's face was devastating as Lando and he both realised that home was something Lando was scared of now. He hadn't been home since the night that he had left. He hadn't talked to the pack since that last interaction where Lewis had yelled at him, and no one had stood up for him. They had all torn him apart that day in different ways.
Lando knew they were sorry. He knew they had been in the hospital every day in shifts waiting for permission to see him, he couldn't bring himself to see them just yet. But home meant the pack house, and Lando, for the first time ever, didn't feel safe going home. "I am taking you home, but not to the pack house, Lando" Daniel reassured him, kissing his hands softly, "I know it's not a safe space for you right now. I know you don't want to see them yet, especially like this, and that's okay. We're going to Sebastian and Jenson's pack, they have a spare room for us and Mick got some of our stuff from our pack house. The only one that will be there besides their pack is Fernando, I promise" Lando felt his chest ease a little at that as he squeezed Daniel's hands in return as he nodded. He felt the panic easing. "I would never let you go back there when you're this vulnerable", Daniel reassured, letting go of one of Lando's hands to cup his cheek, bopping his nose softly, "I love you, and I'm not going to let anyone hurt you again" Lando gave him a soft smile and tilted his head, nudging at Daniel's palm for a moment. He let his scent calm him some more as Daniel exuded nothing but love and comfort until he was able to pull away with another kiss to his palm. "Let's go home, Danny"
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ⳠIndex [Day 31 - Werewolves]
Pairing:Â Alpha Dom!Jungkook x f. Omega sub!Reader
Genre: childhood best friends to enemies to lovers!AU, werewolf!AU
Warnings: Kook is kinda cold at first, it is implied that OC gets sold into a forced marriage where she will be tortured and assaulted (not to Kook but a villain character hahaha), yeah...her future is not looking good, or is it?, Koo might have a plan :----)
Kinks:Â the trope of "just the tip" and "we shouldn't be doing this", yeah besties i went there, sex in a shed in the forest, sex by the bonfire, nudity, naked cuddling for warmth *wink wink*, he is bigger and stronger than her, size & muscle & strength kink, he pins her down, fuck i'm literally so small when it comes to him like bro please i have so many thots, hahah sorry i'm really into him haahah, he pins her wrists & puts his hand over her mouth to silence her, huge werwolf dick, knotting, multiple orgasms for both, "just the tip" in spooning position, clit massages, rough penetrative sex in pronebone & doggy style, he has her in a headlock at one point, breeding for the sake of scent marking her, so much fucking cum oh lord, dirty talk, he has fangs, he bites her shoulder, he growls, what if i was weak?? what then??, tears, eye contact, this is emotional & has plot and i wanna write more about them, cuddly & safe aftercare, the plot in this is so good omfg
Wordcount:Â 11.5k
a/n: i have zero (0) Z E R O knowledge of the workings of the omegaverse. i know that thereâs alphas and betas and omegas but thatâs it. and that there is heat and knots and slick and scenting(?) but how the dynamics work or what ABO each means? no clue. so if this is inaccurate, bear with me and let's see it as my interpretation of werwolves instead. Okay? Okay. Jjssjjs i also added this idea to the mix ps: i actually don't wanna talk about this, i need to recover first BRO GOODBYE this was kinktober 2024 besties FJJDF what a way to end it tbfh
The storm caught you by surprise. You wouldnât particularly mind it if it wasnât for the company you have to keep.Â
Jeon Jungkook. A stubborn, self-centred peacock of a man who thinks he is something just because he is the son of the alpha.Â
Now, to perhaps understand the situation a little better, one might need what the literary world calls backstory.Â
You lived in a small mountain town far away from any big human city. The town was surrounded by high walls and visitors rarely found their way to it. It was wanted by the townspeople because you werenât particularly human. Most humans would call you demons, but you like to call yourselves werewolves. You lived in a pack and the town was your lair.
You can be human but also turn into a wolf by choice. Some choose to keep some of their wolfish features such as their golden eyes or sharp fangs, while others looked entirely human when they walked on two legs.Â
Jeon Jungkook was the son of the pack alpha and therefore heir of the title. His mother was an alpha as well, which naturally gave him the alpha gen. He was stronger and faster than the other wolves in the pack and he had control over his body during the full moon. He never hid his fangs and showed his golden eyes whenever he was provoked. He earned his pack tattoos when he was twelve after killing three enemy wolves and when he turned eighteen, he earned the pack piercings after fulfilling the maturity rituals within a day. Something only his father managed to do before him.
Ever since that day, Jungkook became even more obnoxious and unlikable than he already was.
You werenât so lucky. Born as an omega into a normal family with normal siblings in a normal house, your life has been prettyâŠnormal. You are the same age as Jungkook, which naturally made you go to the same classes from elementary to high school. And throughout your academic career, you never learned to like him.Â
He was an alpha while you were an omega. You were the only one like this from your family, but they never treated you differently. You were a beloved and cherished family member and therefore lived a normal life until your older brother made a mistake and you had to carry the consequences.
He killed the promised omega wife of the enemyâs alphaâs son. The warring alpha wanted to slaughter the entire town at first, but Jungkookâs father persuaded him to take revenge another way. Take one of the villageâs omegas and marry her to his son. âShe will be complacent and quiet. Once she is married, she will be your property. You can take out your anger on her.â So Jungkookâs father told him and the enemy alpha agreed happily. One night later, you were dragged from your home with no way to escape your future. You were born this way, it wasnât your fault and now it would be your death sentence. You cursed your brother that night who begged to be taken in your stead. You told him to choke on it. It was the last thing you said to him and probably will ever say to him. You already started to regret it.Â
Jungkook was ordered to make sure that you would arrive at the enemy village safe and sound. It has been three days ever since that night and all your hatred for anyone and anything has been directed solely at him.Â
âThe rainâs annoying me. Letâs take shelterâ, Jungkook says dryly.Â
âNo.âÂ
Jungkook glares at you.
âYesâ, he hisses, grabbing your arm by your elbow to drag you to a shed nearby. âIâm not gonna walk in the rain. Besides, itâs late. We need to rest.âÂ
âLet go of meâ, you protest, stumbling after him. There isnât much that you can do. He is stronger and bigger and because of his status, he naturally has almost instinctive control over your actions. You could fight against these instincts, but itâs a lot easier not to.Â
âWould you rather get sick in the rain?âÂ
âMaybe, yes. Maybe Iâll get sick enough to die. At least like this, I wonât be sold into tortureâ, you spit, ripping yourself free from his grasp. Again, all your hatred and anger is directed towards him, so it is easy to fight your instincts right now.Â
Jungkook gawks at you in surprise.Â
âI mean itâ, you insist.
He frowns. He steps close and lifts you off the ground, throwing you over his shoulder.
âHey! Let me down, you fuck!â you yell, flashing your fangs and kicking around you.Â
Jungkook merely shoulders you better and walks, frowning deeply.Â
âYou brought this onto yourself.âÂ
âI hate you. I fucking hate you.â
âNo, you donât.â
âYes, I do. You big, smelling piece of shit.âÂ
Jungkook kicks the shed open and drops you. You stumble in surprise, but catch yourself pretty quickly. You and he are mere inches away, sharing air. The constant lighting cutting the sky illuminates your angry faces. You and Jungkook have your golden eyes out and show off your fangs. Your bodies are steaming as your increased body heats dry the water.Â
âIâm gonna let it slip because we were classmates, but insult me again and I will make you be quiet. Understood?â he gnarls.Â
You step closer, making him taste your words.Â
âGo kiss my ass.âÂ
You turn your back to him and stomp further into the shed.
The shed wasnât much bigger than ten square meters. There were tools on each wall and some tools scattered around the ground. Clearly it was meant as storage for woodworkers. One corner had neat stacks of wood and on a table, some blankets were stacked in case some of the workers needed to stay the night.
âGreat. Thatâs luxury, isnât it?â you grumble.
The door slams closed behind you, making you flinch. You donât look however, wanting to appear stronger than you feel. In truth, you are scared and alone and heartbroken. You are frightened. You are sad. You are afraid. You are helpless and hopeless. And you are only a little bit angry. As you walked, you couldnât stop crying. You were happy for the rain because it masked the constant tears running down your face and you were happy for the loud thunder masking your sobs.
You are being sold like property to a man who will torture you for sports. All you want is to be home and to be held and to have someone pay for your fucking therapy because, goddamn, you are going to need a hell lot of therapy if you should survive this.Â
Jungkook is the last person you want to be with right now. He lacks empathy and kindness and has a tendency to impulsive anger. You are waiting for him to hurt you after slamming the door, frozen on the spot.Â
But it doesnât come. Instead, he swerves past you to get firewood. You can only watch him, frozen like a scared little girl despite having long moved past your second decade on this cruel earth.Â
Jungkook uses his claws to ignite the fire by scratching them over a stone. He blows into the amber until it forms flames, then he stands up. He hooks his fingers in his shirt and takes it off.Â
You gasp and look away. You donât know what he is going to do but it scares you. Is he going to test you out now? Make sure that the alpha is going to get a good delivery?
âRelax. I need to dry my clothes and I canât do that on my body. Iâll catch a cold otherwise.â
âOh.âÂ
Jungkook scoffs and starts unbuckling his belt. You watch his tattooed fingers work. He is wearing heavy silver rings on them. Yep, your people can handle silver without pain. Itâs only a myth that it hurts you. Just as garlic being lethal for vampires is a myth. Humans like to tell these tales to sleep better at night.
Jungkook begins taking off his pants, meeting your gawking eyes.
âStop staring and bring the blankets instead.â
âOh, uhm. Sorry.âÂ
You instinctively obey.Â
âMake a bed by the fire. Away from the door.âÂ
You obey again.Â
Afterwards you lift your head, having to gasp and stare. What? Stare? Why canât you look away?Â
He is completely naked, currently hanging up his clothes on a chair. You should want to look away but you canât. His body is sculpted, his muscles well defined. He currently has his back turned to you. It is so big and broad, contrasting against his small waist. Shit, his legs and butt are so big and sculpted in comparison to it. His back is covered scars. Slashes, bite marks, cuts. Some seem to have dug very deep when fresh.
âJust spit it outâ, Jungkook hisses, rolling his shoulders which makes his back muscles shift and flex.
âWhat?âÂ
âI can feel you staring. Just say what you wanna say.âÂ
âYour back. Itâs covered in scars.âÂ
Jungkook touches his own back, tracing the scars he can reach.
âI guess it is.â
âWho did this to you?âÂ
âToo many people to count.â
âWhat happened to them?âÂ
âThe fact that Iâm still here and theyâre not, should be answer enough. Shouldnât it?âÂ
You gulp.Â
Jungkook turns.
You gulp even harder. Look away! You know that no matter how hard you beg your eyes, they wonât look away. It is like they are enchanted.
His pecs are big, clearly sculpted and strong. His stomach is defined, carrying scars as well. But what truly catches your eyes is his cock. Sitting under a dark, masculine bush of pubes, it glistens in the shine of the fire. It is big, even soft, a little tanner than the rest of his skin and sitting against a pair of big, plumb balls made for breeding. So this is what the cock of an alpha looks like. The effect it has on you is embarrassing. You feel slick build up in your holes and saliva collect in your mouth.Â
âQuit your staring. Itâs like youâve never seen a dick before.âÂ
You shake out of your trance, looking away in embarrassment. Your face feels on fire. Holy fuck, what is wrong with you?Â
âYou have seen dick before, right? Werenât you and Tae a thing in high school?â he talks as he gets under the blanket.Â
âUh, yeah, uh. We were.âÂ
âAnd knowing Tae, he fucked you. Didnât he?âÂ
You turn away in embarrassment, rubbing the side of your neck. Of course he did, but Jungkook doesnât need to know that.Â
He figures it out instantly however, glancing at your middle when you arenât looking. Just for a second, nothing more.
âSo stop being weird about itâ, he says and lies down.Â
You shrink. Jungkook studies you. You are trembling in your wet, cold clothes. He pities you.
âGet naked and hang your clothes up to dryâ, he orders.
You want to move in obedience at first, but then stop. You are too scared to obey instinctively.
âNo. Close your eyes.â
Jungkook groans and closes his eyes.
âYouâre so stuck up. You should practice being naked in front of other people. I heard that Alpha Urquard likes for his pack to watch wedding nights.â
You bite down tears. Great. Not only will you be assaulted, it will happen in front of god knows how many people. What if you just throw yourself onto one of the sharp tools? It would be a bitch way to go, but itâs better than what will happen to you.Â
You ogle the pitchfork. Maybe you could do it. Maybe.
âHey!â
You snap out of it. You whip around, meeting Jungkookâs eyes.
âHurry up and come here.â
âWhat?â
âCome here. Itâs better than over there.â
You ogle the pitchfork then his darkened face. Did he figure you out?
âIâm not gonna repeat myself. Get out of your wet clothes and come to me.â
âPle-please close your eyes.â
Jungkook sighs in defeat and obeys. With shaking fingers, you get naked. With trembling knees, you walk to his side. With weak muscles, you get under the blanket next to him. There is only one blanket and you try your fucking hardest not to touch his body in any kind of way. He left you the spot closer by the fire so you were warmer and he could oversee the door.
Jungkook, who senses your presence, opens his eyes. He studies your face, then your body. You have the blanket pulled up to your neck, shivering uncontrollably. Even now, you seem plagued by the cold.
He furrows his brows in distaste and closes the distance. He manages to put his arm around you before your quiet beg freezes him.
âPlease donât hurt me.âÂ
He moves away, studying you in shock. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your fingers are trembling as you grasp the blanket.
âWhy would I hurt you?â
The honest confusion in his voice forces you to open your eyes.
The fire casts deep shadows into his face as much as it illuminates other parts of it. His wet hair is drying slowly, sticking to his wrinkled forehead. He is furrowing his brows which explains the wrinkles.
âWhy would I hurt you?â he repeats his question with more urgency.Â
âI donât know.â
âI was ordered to make sure that you arrive unharmed to Urquard. The last thing Iâll do is hurt you.â
âPlease donât.â
âPlease donât?âÂ
âDonât make sure that I arrive safely.âÂ
Jungkook blinks in surprise. Such vulnerability isnât what he expected from the once feisty, rude woman of before. You are tiny in fear, trembling uncontrollably and begging him with greyed, hopeless eyes.Â
âDonât be ridiculous. Youâre gonna be an alphaâs wife. Thatâs every omegaâs dreamâ, he snarls, sounding weirdly jealous.Â
You burst into tears instantly, turning your back to him as you curl into a small ball. You wail loudly, unable to pretend any longer. You donât want to be married off. You donât want it.
âNo, uh⊠stop crying. I, Iâm ordering you to stop cryingâ, he panics, hissing his words which only makes you cry harder.Â
He stares for a while, fumbling with his words. In the end he doesnât know what to say, turning off his brain to speak from his heart instead.
âDonât cry, itâs gonna be okayâ, he says softly, rubbing your shoulder.
His touch is tender and soothing. You sob despite it or perhaps because of it. It feels so weird to receive because it is nice.Â
âHey, itâs okayâ, he tells you, draping his arm over you. Like this, your bodies are touching under the blanket. He feels so warm against your skin. âItâs gonna be okay.â
âItâs not gonna be okay. Iâm being sold like a pig to a man who likes to watch his daughters in law get raped in front of the entire pack and who will use every second of his life to torture me.â You shrink into yourself. âI just wanna die. Iâm so scared.âÂ
âHey no, donât say that. Donât be scared, Iâm here.âÂ
âI heard that Urquard killed his first wife by ramming a medal hook into her stomach and hanging her like this. All because she couldnât give him a child with the alpha gen. Please just kill me, please.âÂ
âIâm not gonna kill you, ___.â
The last time Jungkook said your name, you and he were both eleven and played adventurers in the forest. He celebrated his twelfth birthday two weeks later and another two weeks later, he killed those three wolves and got his tattoos. He stopped playing with you and stopped saying your name. Quite frankly, he stopped playing with any children since that day, saying stuff like âa man wouldnât play stupid stuffâ or âmy father says that itâs weak to playâ and he became quiet and distant. Maybe he became sadder as well and lonelier.Â
Your name from his tongue after almost fifteen years forces you to turn in his arms. For just a second, the same innocent and playful boy looks back at you before you blink and come back to reality. His features and eyes are still the same shape and colour but he seemed to have grown into them. His left cheek carries a scar these days and his brows are furrowed more than they are relaxed.Â
âIâm not gonna kill you, ___. And Iâm not gonna let you kill yourself either.â
âSo you would rather see me sold to a monster?â You squeeze out tears of anger and frustration. âI hate you so much. You sadistic, heartless piece of shit.â
Jungkook frowns deeper.
âYou alphas are all the same. You think just because you are stronger than the rest of us, you can push us around like cattle. We arenât cattle. We are people, we live normal and good lives. We are nothing special but thatâs good. Weâre boring and mundane but we love deeply. Unlike you disgusting, selfish alphas who see us as nothing but merchandise.â
âAre you done now?â
âIâve only started. You are heartless, selfish, self-absorbed, apathetic and a snob. At the spot where your heart once was, a rotten piece of coal is sitting and when you talk, plants die out of spite.âÂ
âAnything else you like to add?âÂ
âYou are the worst person to ever exist. You are elitist and stubborn and way too obsessed with status. And youâŠâ Your eyes fill with tears. â...you broke my heart before I even knew what heartbreak was.âÂ
Jungkookâs eyes darken in an unfamiliar emotion. Guilt? Regret? More anger?
âWe did everything together until one day, you decided that I wasnât good enough anymore. For fuckâs sake, we were twelve and you acted like I was embarrassing for doing stuff kids our age were allowed to do.â
âYou think that I had a choice?â He finally speaks up and you get a feeling that it was your turn to listen. âI stopped being a kid in my fatherâs eyes the day I killed those wolves. I didnât wanna push you away, but father made me.â
âWhat?â
âI became his heir that day, I sealed my fucking fate. I had to stop playing a-and doing kidâs stuff. He forced me to train day in and out. I had to be the perfect man. I was twelve, for fuckâs sake. I was a fucking kid who wanted to play adventurers in the forest with, with hisâŠ.with his best friend.âÂ
The silence which follows after his confession is deafening. Fifteen years of hating him. Fifteen years of thinking that he hated you. And all this time, he only acted like this because his father made him. You meet his emotional eyes, feeling emotional yourself.
âI was your best friend?â you whisper.
He nods his head, biting down on his lower lip to stop it from trembling.Â
âI miss you, ___â, he presses out.Â
You feel lost for words. You are so shaken in fact that you canât even find it in you to cry. Fifteen years. Fifteen years of hating him for what he did and wishing for an apology you thought would never come and here it is. His confession. His apology.Â
âItâs been fifteen years and I still do. I miss you and Iâm sorry.â He cups your face, wiping away the remnants of tears. âIâm so sorry.â
You stare. And stare. And stare.Â
âPlease say somethingâ, he whispers.
âI donât know what to say.âÂ
âJust anything, please.âÂ
âYouâre the most selfish piece of shit I have ever seen.â
Jungkookâs face falls in shock. His eyes show how much your words hurt him.
âWhy tell me your stupid apology now? Why confess to me now? Knowing that I will be sold into a life of sex slavery and torture?â You hit his chest. âWhy tell me now when you literally deliver me to my fucking death? You piece of shit, youâre selfish and cruel and I want you dead.â
âNo, you donât.â
âYes, I do. You and your entire family and the rest of the pack. Die. All of you just die.âÂ
You hit him with more vigour. More and more and more.Â
âEnoughâ, he stops you, pinning your wrists into the ground and with it, rendering you helpless, âstop hitting me, please.â
You spit at his face.Â
Jungkook flinches back. He sits up and wipes it away.
âWhat the fuck? You spat at me. Why would you do that?â
âGo to hell and shove your sappy confession up your sadistic assâ, you hiss. You feel no ounce of remorse for what you did.Â
Jungkook wipes your spit into the blanket and moves quickly. He puts your wrists together and pins them above your head. Before you can spit again, he puts his other hand over your mouth, rending your legs useless as well by slinging one of his muscular legs over yours.Â
There is no fabric between your bodies. You are skin against skin. Raw and naked and hot. You can feel his dick against you and you know that he can feel your tits against his arm. You are rendered useless, vulnerable to whatever he plans to do to you now that spat at him. You are scared, but you are also droopy. It is that same droopiness you felt when you looked at his naked body. Except stronger and more unbearable. You are hotter and there is slick gathering in your holes. You can barely breathe, but maybe this is because of his hand over your mouth.Â
âStop fighting me and listenâ, Jungkook talks with his lips close to your face. You canât stop staring at them. You fight him while your mind goes droopy at the sight of his lips moving. âYou can either go to your new life or listen. Are you gonna listen?â
You nod your head.
âGood. Iâm gonna pull my hand away now and you wonât spit at my face again. Promise?â
You nod hesitantly.
âGood. I trust your word.â
He pulls his hand away, keeping his arm around you. It lies exactly over your tits, rubbing against your nipples. You know for a fact that he is able to feel it. You curl your fingers, trying so hard not to get affected by his closeness. Or to make a sound for that matter.
âI said this stuff to you because I wanna make it right between us. Your brother fucked up, but what Urquard did in retaliation is crazy and what father allowed is insane. If you want me to, I wonât bring you to him.âÂ
âWhat? ButâŠyour father promised.â
âI donât care. Itâs barbaric that omega trading is still a thing. You are right, you are people not cattle.âÂ
âIf he finds out that you refuse, he will disown you.â
âI have a plan for that.â
âUrquard will kill you.â
âThatâs why I have a plan.â
âWhat plan?âÂ
âItâs gonna sound insane.â
âJust tell me please. I donât wanna be sold.âÂ
âThe only way I can free you of this pact is if you get marked by another alpha. Youâre unclaimed right now, but if you were to be marked by an alpha other than Urquardâs son, then the pact would be invalid.â
âWhat do you mean with marked?â
He hesitates.
âTell me.âÂ
âAn alpha would have to put his dick into you.â
âSo assault? I would have to be assaulted?â
âNot if you wanted it.â
âHuh?â
âNot if itâs with someone you trust. Someone whoâs gonna be careful and gentle and whoâs gonna make it nice for you.â
âAnd who should that be? Last time I checked, Iâm not really friends with manyâŠâ
Your eyes meet Jungkookâs. He seems shy all of a sudden.
âOh.âÂ
You gasp for air.Â
âOh.â
âI know itâs crazy. I thought of other ways. Iâve been plotting ever since we left town. Thatâs why I volunteered. To give us time, to give me time to think of something. I thought of lots of stuff, but they all ended in hypothetical death or enslavement of our pack. The only peaceful option was this.â
âYou volunteered to bring me?âÂ
He nods his head, âanyone else would have been too scared of or too loyal to my dad. I know youâre scared, but Iâm not gonna let anything happen to you.âÂ
âAnd you thought of this?âÂ
âItâs the only way. We kill Urquard and his sons? Their pack comes after us. We run away? Their pack is gonna punish our pack. We kill everyone? Impossible weâd die and destine our pack to agony. Itâs only death and pain u-unless you get marked by an alpha.â
âBut I would have to be with you afterwards.â
âOnly if you want to. We can pretend, make everyone think that itâs real. You wouldnât have to be with me ever again.âÂ
âOh my god, this is insane.â
âI know. Iâm sorry. The choice is yours. I promise.â
You study his face. You are still trapped under him, sharing heat. Skin against skin. arm against chest and cock against hip. He is semi hard by now, smearing slick on your skin. The fact that he is affected by this - by you - doesnât make it easier to stay calm. You are glad for his leg over yours because it forces your legs to be closed and therefore hide the masses of slick having accumulated by now. His hair is still damp, hanging into his face messily. His fingers feel so strong and protective around your wrists. You swear that each time he breathes out and you inhale it, you feel high. You are so attracted to him right now.Â
Truth be told, you always thought that he was handsome beyond comparison. He has a mesmerizing aura and a captivating smile. His physique is your dream physique and his face often caught your attention in a crowd. You were utterly and insanely attracted to him which made your hatred for him grow deeper. He betrayed you, but he is still haunting your thoughts. It was unbearable until right now.Â
âIâm scared. I never did it with an alpha beforeâ, you confess, suddenly feeling so vulnerable.
And Jungkook takes that vulnerability, cradling it in his safe palm just as he cradles your cheek the same way. His eyes softened, his voice did too.
âDonât be scared. Iâll be gentle. I promiseâ, he almost whispers the words, tracing your brow and temple between cradling your cheek.Â
âI donât know you like that.â
âNeither do I you. Itâs gonna be a one time thing.âÂ
âIâm scared. Iâve been scared ever since all of this started.â
âDonât be. Iâm here. I wonât let them touch you.â
âBut youâll touch me?â you ask in a whisper, lifting the inner corners of your brows.
Jungkook has a hard time staying calm when you look at him with such puppy eyes.Â
âIf you let me, I will.âÂ
You exhale shakily, squirming under him.Â
âIâm scared.âÂ
He lets go of your wrists to cradle your other cheek. You lean into the touch, barely wanting to keep your eyes open. Your arms stay in their submissive position naturally.Â
âJust the tip. Thatâs all it takes. Just the tip for a few seconds so you take on my scent and then itâll be overâ, he says.
âJust the tip?âÂ
âYes, just the tip. Nothing more. I promise.â
You are going to do something which you thought never to do. But if it saves your life, you would do anything. Even something as crazy as allow Jungkook to stick his tip into you.
âOkay. Just the tip.âÂ
Jungkook exhales shakily, moving closer for a kiss like it was instinct before he stops himself. You shudder, craving nothing more than what he denies both of you.Â
âWe shouldnât be doing thisâ, he breathes.
âWhat?âÂ
âKiss.â He lets the word dance over your lips, running his thumb under your lips as his eyes stare. âWe shouldnât.âÂ
âNo, we shouldnâtâ, you whimper, chasing him.Â
Moments of craving and yearning where both of you try so hard to kiss the other. But you shouldnât. Just the tip, nothing more.
âRoll to your side, pleaseâ, Jungkook breaks the electric silence, guiding you with his hand on your shoulder until your back faces his chest.Â
You can see the fire and the rest of the shed like this, but not Jungkook.
âWhy like this?âÂ
âIf I look at your face, Iâll stick it in completely. I canât do this to you.âÂ
âOh.â
Jungkook closes the distance, connecting his hand with your hip. He guides it up your body, travelling along your waist and arm. His touch leaves goosebumps where it goes. His palm is slightly calloused from fighting but incredibly tender in how it touches you. You feel yourself breathe heavier and heavier the longer he touches you.
He reaches your shoulder, closing the last of the distance by lowering his lips to your back.
âAhâ, you let out quietly, tensing up. Your eyes are widened comically big, staring into the bright flames. He is kissing your naked skin. What the fuck.Â
Jungkookâs eyes are closed in contrast. His head is foggy, but he tries to fight these feelings. You smell so good that it is very difficult to do so.Â
His hand is still on your shoulder at first but moves to your waist when he guides his kisses to said shoulder.Â
âOh godâ, you whisper, sighing afterwards.Â
Jungkook feels droopy from the sound, digging his fingers into the softness of your side. He shouldnât be doing this. Just the tip. Thatâs what he said. And yet here he is, kissing your soft skin as if it was his right to do so. He shouldnât be doing this, but he canât stop. He traces and holds your side and stomach, telling himself that he only does it to relax you. He kisses every inch of your exposed back and shoulder, telling himself that he only does it to calm you down. When in truth he does all of this because he wants to make it nice for you. And maybe he wants to be a source of tenderness after what you had to go through.Â
Lies. These are still lies. He fucking does this because he wants to. He fucking does it because he wants to know how it is to touch you. Taehyung talked when you and he were high school sweethearts. Oh, Taehyung talked and Jungkook had to listen and secretly seethe with jealousy. It should be him, he thought back then, he would know how to treat you right.
You had no idea of these thoughts. You still havenât as you lie here next to the warm fire while Jungkook touches you oj so carefully. You donât know if youâre allowed to close your eyes. Just the tip, you agreed on. Can you close your eyes for that?Â
But it feels so good. His lips are soft, while his piercings are hard in contrast. His touch is currently dancing up the middle of your torso slowly. You fight the shivers wanting to run through you.Â
You lose the fight a moment later when he pulls you against his strong chest and kisses your neck.Â
You whimper, trembling like crazy. You arch into him, craning your neck to give him more of it. Your heart skips beats under his lips. Jungkook grips the blanket to stop his hand from cradling your tits.Â
âFuck, I shouldnât be doing thisâ, he presses out under his breath, mouthing at your neck hungrily. âI shouldnâtâŠ.doâŠthis.âÂ
He drags his lips to your jawline and sucks. Your eyes close.
You mewl, rolling your hips back into him. His cock slides between your legs, rubbing between your puffy folds. He trembles in shock, gripping your hip to stop your wiggles.Â
âDonât do this. Donât act like this when it is supposed to mean nothing.â
âIâm sorry, I canât help it.â
âMhhm I know. You canât, but I can. I wonât do it again, Iâm sorry.âÂ
You swallow your begs, not wanting to appear weak or desperate. It is so difficult not to beg when you have his cock between your legs. Hugged by your folds and exchanging slick. He feels hot and his veins are pulsing desperately. You have never before felt so stupidly horny than you do right now. Quite frankly, he might be forcing you to go into impromptu heat if he keeps being like this.Â
âJust the tip, yeah? Just the tipâ, he whispers as he puts his arm under your head so you have something comfortable to rest on. You practically melt into him, biting back tears. You are being held and it feels so good. So safe and warm.Â
He kisses your neck and cheek, whispering his words.
âAre you comfortable? Are you ready?â
âYeahâ, you sigh, pushing your hips back.Â
Jungkook slides his other hand between your bodies, using it to align his cock with your dripping entrance. Just the tip, he reminds himself, nothing more. Donât be greedy, keep calm. This doesnât mean anything.Â
âLast chanceâ, he says, wanting to stall time so he can calm down.Â
âI trust you.â
Jungkook bites back his moan, having to take a deep breath before he can act. You are messing him up without knowing. With a racing pulse, he applies pressure on your puffy cunt and slips inside.Â
You squeak, shaking against your will. You convulse around him, gasping repeatedly. He went in so easily, despite his size.Â
Jungkook growls, âfuck, holy fuckâ, he gets out and bruises your hip as he grips it for support. It takes everything inside him not to push it all the way in. Jungkook genuinely has a hard time not to moan. You are so wet.
Judging from your tremors and the way you fight for air, it is just as difficult for you.
âOnly a few more secondâ, he forces his voice to sound as normal as possible. He wants to fuck you, but knows that he shouldnât.
âMh-hmâ, you squeak out, nodding your head. You want him to fuck you.Â
Jungkook closes his hand to a fist, growing his claws to dig them into his own palm. The pain keeps him from acting up. He wouldnât be able to handle it otherwise.Â
Jungkook always hoped that he would marry you one day. There it is. Itâs out there. Jungkook had feelings for you for decades. In his dreams, you marry him and he can spend the rest of his days spoiling you rotten. He would be your protector against any danger, your best friend to laugh with, your remedy for your heats and the lover you can be yourself with.Â
Being with you like this is everything he ever wished for. You are so soft and warm around him, your slick is so wet. He knows that it would be so much more deeper inside.Â
âI think it should be goodâ, he presses out. He canât do it anymore. One more second and he would push in all the way. He canât do this to you. You trust him and he canât abuse this trust.Â
âReally?â
You turn your head, looking up at him in droopy devotion. Jungkook whimpers, instantly cradling your cheek. He furrows his brows, throbbing inside you. He fights the urge to kiss you, to rest his forehead against yours, to bury himself deep inside you.
âPlease donât look at me.â
âJungkook.âÂ
His name hasnât rolled off your tongue ever since he left you at the playground. It almost brings tears to his eyes, forcing his arm around you tighter.
âI canât do thisâ, he drops his forehead against yours âI think I remembered that I need to put in all of it. Itâs not gonna work otherwise.âÂ
He is lying, because he canât accept the truth yet. That he is selfish and totally addicted to you.Â
âPlease do.âÂ
âNo. No we shouldnât be doing thisâ, he fights it still, shaking his head which makes his nose rub against yours.Â
âPleaseâ, your words tickle his lips, âsave me. Whatever it takes, save me.â
âUrghâ, he growls through gritted teeth.Â
âPlease.âÂ
Jungkook lifts his head. He wants to look into your eyes as he does it. He wants to see the utter bliss in your eyes as he turns your relationship status from ex childhood best friends to two adults reunited. Â
He rolls his hips, feeding your warmth his length inch by inch. Your brows furrow and lift, your lids flutter, your mouth falls open.Â
âA-ahâ, you squeak out.
âShhh, itâs okay. Iâm here. Iâm all hereâ, he whispers. He closes his arm around you, cradling you in a gentle headlock.Â
You close your fingers around his lower arm, spilling tears from your eyes.Â
âDoes it hurt?âÂ
You shake your head.Â
âBut?âÂ
âSoâŠfilled out. So big.â
âI know. Iâm big, but youâre taking me so well.â
You whimper. Jungkook feels so insanely protective over you right now.Â
âYes, you are. Taking me so wellâ, he insists, brushing the back of his hand down your cheek.Â
Jungkook continues until he bottoms out. He shudders, choking down a whimper. You feel so good. He never ever felt like this before. It feels like coming home which is insane because he was never with you like this.Â
â___â, your name comes out of him against his will.Â
âJungkookâ, you answer him, clenching around him. Â
âStay still, please.âÂ
âOkayâ, you whimper, looking at his lips.Â
The pull is magnetic. Jungkook draws closer with parted lips, you meet him with parted lips. Once you kiss, it will be over for you and him. There will be no coming back from this.Â
âNoâ, he croaks, putting his hand over your mouth. The headlock tightens like this, giving you such a sense of being protected that your walls clench against your will.Â
âWe shouldnât kiss. Neverâ, he rasps weakly, mouthing at his own hand right where your lips lie beneath. You close your eyes, trying to move your lips under his hand. It is starting to feel cruel to be denied his kiss. Especially when memories of your past come back to you.Â
You remember that it was a group of eight kids and you were doing âdaresâ to see who is the coolest. Taehyung was dared to prank call his mom and he actually did. He pretended to be a grown up insurance clerk and once he hung up, you really thought that he managed to prank his mom (he didnât hide his phone number and had a childlike voice). Jimin, another friend, was dared to climb a tree. Which he did and he was sooo cool for it. They were silly, childish dares who did no harm but made you feel so cool. Then it came to you and you were dared to kiss Jungkook. Which you did. In a childlike, innocent way but which made you and him feel so grown up for a moment.
The memory is haunting you right now, making you want to redo it in a grown up, mature way. You open your eyes, meeting Jungkookâs gaze. Judging from the foggy desperation in them, he is haunted by the same memory.Â
âPlease get out of my headâ, he gets out.
You whimper his name behind his hand. Jungkook furrows his brows, grinding his teeth.
âNo please. Stop itâ, he croaks, squeezing his eyes shut.
You want to fight it as well, of course you do. You swore to hate him forever and now you want nothing else than his kiss. You want to fight it, but your hands move against your will. They rest themselves over Jungkookâs hand and try to dig between your face and his palm.
He growls, huffing out air. The only thing keeping your hips from joining the impossible fight is his hand on it. Shit, now he is concentrating on down below. Your puffy walls around him, so soft and warm. Being inside you, Jungkook swears he will never be cold again. Or maybe he will be, maybe he will never find warmth again once this stops, once he has to slip out and pretend that it meant nothing.
What will happen afterwards? He is so needy and he knows that you are too. What will happen? Are you going to lie next to each other, wet and needy and force your bodies to calm down? Or maybe he will need to excuse himself to outside, fuck his own fist as the loud thunder masks his desperate moans while inside the shed you most definitely would touch yourself as well?
Jungkook was so lost in his haunted thoughts that he realises too late that you managed to tug his hand away. Your lips brush hisâ.Â
Jungkook moans from the bottom of his heart, going in for more at first. He even rolls his hips into you. Like instinct. Like it is meant to happen.Â
âNoâ, he pushes you away, slips out, breaks the moment. âWe shouldnât be doing this. Not that far.â
You sob, shrinking into yourself.Â
âPleaseâ, you whimper your words, staring at him with desperate, sad eyes. You lift your hips, begging him silently.
âI wonât be able to stop if I do it again. I canât do this to you.âÂ
âPleaseâ, you beg.
âDo you even know what an alpha does when he fucks? I wonât be able to stop until I bred you. I-Iâll knot you and, and you wonât be able to get me out until Iâm soft again.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
âThis could take hours. You will feel out of control and vulnerable.âÂ
âYou said that you will protect me. That I-Iâm safe with you.âÂ
â___â, he chokes out and crawls to you. He picks you up in his strong arms, holding you against his chest. His heart is racing like crazy against your back. âStop me. I beg you. I canât pretend any longer that this means nothing to me. You have to stop this.â
You reach up and twist his hair, pulling him down to you.Â
âWe shouldnât-âÂ
You silence him with a kiss.Â
Jungkook trembles, resting his weight against you as the kiss renders his body useless for a moment. You are kissing him. You stopped this stupid farce for you and him. You sealed your fates. Jungkook knows that it wonât be the same after tonight. He will never fucking give you up.Â
He breaks the kiss, but stay close.
âYou shouldnât have done this.â
âPlease. More.â
âAre you even hearing me?â he hisses.
âYes. Please, more.âÂ
âFuck, we really shouldnât, but maybe IâŠI have to move it a few times? To really mark you?âÂ
âYes, sounds good, mark me please. I donât wanna be sold.âÂ
âI-Iâll do it just for that. To make sure.âÂ
âYes. Okayâ, you sigh and melt into him, lifting your leg.Â
Jungkook slides his hand under it instantly.
âLet me do it. Relax.âÂ
You let your muscles relax, allowing him to carry your legâs weight. He does it so easily, tracing your hairline with his fingertips as he looks down at you. He moves his hips so his cock would slip between your folds, working you up to what was coming by grinding back and forth. He really drags out the movements, sending trembles through your legs each time his thick tip rubs your swollen clit.Â
He exhales shakily, whispering his thoughts.
âYouâre so wet. I have never felt slick so warm and, and wet before.âÂ
You look up at him with shy, nervous puppy eyes, making him want to protect you forever.Â
âIs it bad?âÂ
âNo, fuck noâ, he puts his arm around your chest, pulling you up to him until he can rest his forehead against yours. âItâs perfect, baby.âÂ
âBaby?âÂ
âIâŠâ he drops you, hips stilling in shock. He doesnât know what to say. Anything he could say feels like too little of an apology.Â
You however increase the lethalness of your puppy eyes, reaching down to try and move his hips again.Â
âPlease. More.âÂ
âWeâre only doing this to save you, right?â He asks, picking up a rhythm again. It is the same as before but way more arousing because he purposefully makes sure that his tip slips into you every now and then. He starts off with just a little poke, increasing the inches more and more. But it stays just the tip, for now, donât be mistaken. If he slips inside it should happen accidentally. He likes to tell himself if it happens like this, it will mean that it wasnât his fault.Â
âYes, only to save meâ you lull your words, getting droopier and droopier. Each time he has his tip inside you, it feels so good. Before he slips out and you feel sad, until of course he drags his cock over your clit instead. Â
You canât do this for long anymore and Jungkook seems to share your feelings. The tip he buries in you starts to go way past your entrance and it seems to stay longer inside. His golden eyes never break contact, his fingers rub your arm as he holds you so close.Â
He slips into you again. So deep.Â
âMhhhhmâ he lets out in a rumble, furrowing his brows.Â
You whimper, lifting your brows.Â
Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. He wonât be able to escape like this.Â
Deeper.
He bottoms out.Â
You moan, eyelids fluttering and lips chasing his kiss.Â
He shakes his head, talking as he falls into the kiss.
âWe really shouldnât be doing this.â
You kiss and Jungkookâs cock doesnât leave you again. It stays buried deep inside you, reshaping your walls as his hips move. Slowly for now, daring not to be too rough with you. Because being rough makes it real. Maybe if he keeps his movements tiny enough, it will still count as being nothing of importance.Â
Because thatâs what this is, right? Something that doesnât mean anything, something that wonât change who you and he are. This is what those needy, hungry tongue kisses mean, this is what the desperate touches mean, this is what the exchanging of warm slick means. Nothing. Because if those things meant something, it would force Jungkook to admit that he is doing This for himself. Of course he does it to save you, but if it meant something, he would have to admit that he is also doing this for himself.Â
But it doesnât mean anything, right? Right?
You break the kiss for air, looking up at him submissively and droopy.
âIt feels so goodâ, you whisper.
âClose your eyes, please.âÂ
You obey and Jungkook has to come to the realisation that it makes no difference. This fucking means something. Holy fuck, he is done for.Â
âMaybe I have to make you cum?â
âWhat?â you ask, eyes still closed.Â
âI think I need to make you cum once. Then youâll be marked.â
âPlease do. I trust you.âÂ
Trust. He thought that he would never earn it again and yet here he is. With your weakened, trembling body in his hold as you trust him to take good care of you.Â
âMhhm shitâ, he presses out, biting down on his own tongue to calm himself. Be tender with her, he thinks, you swore to be a gentle alpha so fucking get it together.
He moves you into another position, draping your leg over his hip so you wouldnât have to use your muscles. You are so open and spread like this, allowing his big cock entrance. He slides his hand to your clit and takes it between his thumb and middle finger to massage it.Â
âA-haâ, you let out, arching your back and lifting your hips.
âSsssh, relax. Iâm here.â
âPlease, deeper.âÂ
Jungkook buries his cock deep inside you and stays there, circling his hips. He is so big and long that he stimulates both your g-spot and your cervix. He is so gentle that it doesnât hurt. It just feels so good that your fangs grow against your will and you leak masses of new slick.
âLike this? Am I making it nice for you?â
âSo niceâ, you mewl, nodding your head vigorously.Â
Jungkook is gazing at you as it happens. He watches every change of expression on your face, fighting the urge to call you beautiful. Because thatâs what you are. Beautiful. You would deserve to know but he is scared of the consequences. It would mean the fluttering of his heart is real.
âIs so niceâ, you sigh, writhing happily. It breaks him.
âYouâre beautifulâ, he says, moaning softly when you tighten and arch your back. So you liked it. His cock throbs inside you, leaking into you needily. âYeah thatâs right, youâre beautiful. So fucking beautiful. Taking me so well, feeling so good on my cock.â
âAh, aaaahâ, your moans are so loud, your pussy so fucking wet and your clit so swollen.Â
Jungkook fucks you gently, massaging your spot of pleasure with his long, skilled fingers. He can feel your heartbeat in your back, as much as he can feel you rub against his nipples.Â
The blanket over your bodies is so hot, making you and him sweat wherever you are touching. He canât deny it anymore that this is real, that this means something. This means fucking everything to him.
âYouâre such a good omega, taking me so well.â
âYouâre making me cumâ, you croak, grasping his arm for support, âplease, can I cum?âÂ
âYes, baby. You can. Cum for me.âÂ
âJungkookâ, you gasp, ripping your eyes open to stare in shock as his gentle touches bring you over the edge.
Your eyes flicker golden, you moan silently with an open mouth.Â
âThatâs it, cum for your alpha. Let me mark you, thatâs it.âÂ
He has a hard time saying these words to you. His thoughts are running wild. This is the face you make when you have an orgasm. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined this to be a face he gets to see. And itâs so beautiful that he treads the moment your high stops and he has to pull out. He doesnât want to pull out. He needs more of you. He needs you like fucking crazy.
âMore pleaseâ, and then your beg releases him. You are down from your high, yet still so hungry for more. You feel so fulfilled with him that you donât want this to stop.Â
âWhat?â he croaks.
âMore please, more.â
âIf I do this, I wonât stop until I cum too.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
âMaybe youâre right. Maybe I have to cum inside you to mark you?âÂ
âYeah, maybe.âÂ
The pretend continues. The fucking charades that this is only to save you from your fate, that you and he arenât doing this because it feels so good to both of you.Â
âPlease Jungkook, fuck me properly.â
âAre you sure?â he almost squeaks the words because he has such a hard time controlling his urges.Â
âYes. Please.â
âHoly fuck. ___ urgh.â
Your needy beg does the rest. His animalistic instincts take over.
Jungkook growls, grabbing you roughly to flip you onto your stomach and therefore pin you down. He straddles you from behind. His right hand slips to the back of your head, his left hand has a possessive grip on your hip. His legs cage in your legs, keeping them squeezed together as he drills his thick cock into your pussy. You are so tight like this, jerking him off in such a maddening way.Â
You scream up as you didnât expect him to take on such a punishing pace instantly, but you arenât complaining. It feels so good to take him. He fucks you so well. His cock is so filling, making you feel whole.Â
âIâm not holding back now. For you, just for you. Is this good for you? Do you like this?â, he growls through gritted fangs, shifting his eyes between your face and his cock.
âYeaaâ, you sob, clawing at the ground helplessly. You were aware that Jungkook has been an adult for years, but this is still changing how you see him. Whenever you thought of him, you saw that twelve year old boy calling you immature for playing. That boy is gone as if he never existed. Jungkook is a fucking adult and he is rewriting the image in your mind one heavy stroke at a time.
âYou should have never seen me like this. Fuck, this shouldnât happenâ, Jungkook spits, high on your body. He is embarrassed by his actions, but canât stop them. âBut I canât stop. Holy fuck, I need you so fucking bad.â He needs to fuck you. You are so small and weak right now, so goddamn vulnerable. Once so unclaimed until he took you.
You are his.Â
Jungkook growls, pinning you harder into the ground.Â
You are his.Â
You reach behind yourself because his hand on your head hurts. He grabs your wrist instantly, using it to pin your arm against your back. You wail up, kicking the ground as best as possible as you writhe in your imprisonment.Â
âIâm sorry. You shouldnât see me like this. Not you. Iâm sorry.âÂ
He apologises, knowing that he wonât be able to stop until you are claimed. The thought makes him crazy. He is claiming you. The girl who was his first kiss, his best friend who always came to him when she needed help, the woman who counts on him to protect her from her fate and the wife he always hoped to have one day. And he is claiming her. He is marking her, making you his for anyone to smell.
Jungkook drills you harder. He pulls out all the way to his tip just to thrust into you sloppily. He does it over and over again, reminding your dripping pussy of his size with each possessive thrust.Â
And you take it with grateful sobs, existing only for him right now. You would never recover if he stopped right now. You need him to finish what he started even if it ruins you in the process.Â
âWe really shouldnât be doing this, fuck, this shouldnât happenâ, Jungkook gets out, gawking at where he buries himself in you.Â
Your slick is slowly taking on a milky colour from the intense friction. It sticks to his veiny shaft and his dark pubes, smearing all over your ass and his thighs as well.
If this shouldnât happen, why does it feel so good? If this shouldnât happen, why does it look so hot? If this shouldnât happen, why does he not want to stop?Â
Jungkook scrunches his face in anger. He lets go of your arm so he can grip your hips with both hands. He pulls them up until you are kneeling. Your face is still buried in the ground, your back is arched.
You shake and convulse instantly, sobbing in embarrassment because the open position of your legs forces your slick to run out of you.Â
âHoly fuckâ, he gets out, staring at it with blown out pupils, âholy fuck, ___.âÂ
âIâm sorry, please donât judge meâ, you beg, trying so hard to keep it inside with clenches around his cock.
âNever. Holy fuck, I could never.â
âIâm so embarrassed.â
âDonât be. Relax, baby. Donât fight itâ, he says, knowing that you and he shouldnât be doing this.Â
You obey instinctively. You relax around him, releasing the slick you so desperately wanted to hide from him. It begins squirting out of you messily and audibly, marking him yours.
âYesâ, he growls and begins pulling your hips onto his cock possessively, thrusting into you at the same time. He does it with one hand because the other he slips between your legs to pinch your clit. Gently of course, keeping her between two fingers to massage her in circular motions.
âLet me help you.âÂ
You wail and shake, releasing more and more of your pretty slick. It runs down your thighs, covers his legs, smears all over your ass and his stomach. Â
âRelax, thatâs it. My pretty omega shouldnât keep it inside. Itâs not good for you.âÂ
âJungkook, I canât do thisâ, you sob.
âI know. We canât do this, we never should have.â
âNoâ, you wail, âno. I have to cum again.â
âWhenever you want to. Your alphaâs right here, baby.âÂ
âJungkook!â you scream, breaking apart as if you never orgasmed before. It feels so good.
âHoly fuck baby, ah!â Jungkookâs yelp, hips stuttering in shock, âyou feel so good, what the fuck ah! Ah! I canât control myself. Baby!âÂ
Jungkook growls and lays himself over you. He holds you up with one hand around you, biting down on your shoulder as his body breaks. You sob from the pain of the bite, loving every second of it.Â
And then it hits you.Â
His seed.
His thick, hot seed.
It shoots out of him with such strength that you feel punched in the gut. The effect is instant. You lose control over yourself. Quite literally, you lose control. You can still talk, using it to scream his name as you orgasm in a way you have never experienced before.Â
The first one was intense but familiar. This right now? You didnât even know that your body could feel this way. It is truly, seriously, religious. It is as if you finally found your purpose in life. And in a sense you did. You found your alpha. He finally claimed you properly. You are hisâ. You arenât unclaimed anymore. Nobody ever educated on this, so you have no idea that these religious, soul fulfilling feelings mean that you changed forever, but you donât mind right now. You are just riding on these feelings, screaming his name and milking him dry.Â
Jungkook whimpers. He truly, honestly whimpers from the bottom of his heart, collapsing on top of you. He knocks you into the ground like that, burying you under his weight but he couldnât stop it from happening.Â
He never experienced this feeling either. He had sex with people, but it never felt like This before. He orgasmed in them but it never felt like this. It feels as if his seed finally has purpose. Thatâs how it feels. Like his efforts and all the rutting he is doing has fucking purpose.Â
And then it happens. Something that he was only told could happen to him, finally happens to him. His knot swells. He actually fucking grows a knot and has to writhe on top of you, burying his nose deep in your hair as he sobs your name.Â
You sob as well, insides suddenly feeling like bursting. His knot is so big and thick that it should feel like an intruder but it doesnât. It feels like the best drug ever. You didnât even know that you could stretch this far. The amount of stimulation it gives you as it rubs against your walls is otherworldly, making you chase one orgasm after the other.
âI donât know whatâs happening to me. Ah! ___!â Jungkook yelps, having to orgasm again as your tight walls stimulate his knot. The amount of sensitivity he feels on it is insane.Â
His hands slide together with yours, holding them tightly as he pins them into the ground. His tears fall into your hair, your own tears soak the blanket.Â
âI canât stopâ, you get out, shaking in fear, âI canât stop cumming!â
âMe neither.â
âIâm scared. Iâm so scaredâ, you sob, riding on the unfamiliar, scary sensations.
âDonât be scared, Iâm here. Iâm hereâ, he talks you through it, shaking beyond saving.
You arenât even moving much. There are no thrusts, no sloppy wiggles. Just and you and him, actually stuck together because of his knot while he pumps one cumshot after the other into you. There is no movement and yet it feels better than the most passionate rutting session you each had. No movement and yet you are fulfilled beyond comparison. Is this how it feels to find your mate? Is this what it is?Â
Did âwe shouldnât be doing thisâ turn into the finding of your other half? Was âwe shouldnât be doing thisâ fateâs way of protecting you from what will happen once you gave in? Or was there ever a âwe shouldnât be doing thisâ strong enough that could have prevented you from doing this?
Whatever it might be, it is too late to think about the what ifs now. The reality is that you and he canât stop climaxing, lost in the most addicting and intense pleasure you and he ever found yourselves in. It is never ending. When he climaxes, you have to too which sets him off again, triggering your need to as well. It is a vicious, never ending, orgasmic cycle.
âThis feels so goodâ, he croaks out, writhing on top of you, âdoes it feel-âÂ
âYes! Yes! Oh god please Kook not again. Kook!â
âKookâ, Jungkook repeats the nickname in a whimper, curling his toes as another orgasm hits him as well. He never thought to hear this name from you again. He canât handle it any other way than filling you with more of him.Â
There is so much of him inside you by now, having no way to escape because of his knot that your body reacts in the only way it knows how to survive. It opens up for his seed to go deeper. It trickles into the deepest parts of your sex organs, warming you from the inside out. It is like he is alive inside you, feeding you with the strongest drug you ever took. You think that you black out for a moment. You are still aware of what is happening to you, but it is hidden behind a thick layer of blurriness.Â
âEhâ, you let out, falling into the darkness gladly. It feels so good to do. There is something because you are aware of your orgasm, but there is also nothing. It is as if you are standing next to your body, watching it shake and tremble as he makes a home inside you.
And then there is nothing. Truly nothing. No more orgasmic pleasure, no more watching yourself. Just darkness.
â___? Hey, ___? Holy fuck, whatâs wrong with you? ___, open your eyes pleaseâ, Jungkookâs distraught voice comes closer and closer, his hand on your face becomes clearer and clearer, âplease ___, open your eyes, please. Oh god, what have I done? I should never have done this. I- Oh god ___ please, Iâm sorry. Wake up, please.â
He shakes your head gently. It brings you back to reality. Your body regains the ability to feel.Â
âJungkookâ, you whimper, opening your eyes. You writhe instantly, throbbing around his knot happily.
â___ hey. Holy fuck, thank god. Heyâ, he says, dropping his forehead against your temple and kissing the side of your face desperately, âIâm so glad that youâre back. I thought that I killed you.â
âNo, just made me black out.âÂ
âWhy? Does it hurt? Are you in lots of pain?âÂ
âNo, just havenât felt so good before. Ever. Kook, Iâ, you suddenly have to whimper your words, âI feel your cum inside my uterus. Itâs so warm and alive andâŠ.right.â
âIt is?â He whimpers as well, feeling weakened in emotion.
You nod your head. Jungkook sobs quietly, using the hold he has on your hand to guide your arm under your body and against your chest. Like this, he rolls your bodies to their sides, instantly cradling you against his chest while his trembling lips kiss any part of you that he can reach.
Your face, your neck, your shoulder, your arm, your back and the bite mark he left, your face again. Over and over he kisses each inch of you, whispering your name every now and then as if he is trying to make sure that he remembers who made him feel like this. As if he is trying to make his brain memorise who it was who made him experience his first knot.
He is still swollen, keeping everything inside you safely. It is still so intense, but suddenly it feels more emotionally intense than physically. Enough time must have passed for the fire to reduce the logs by lot. And all of a sudden you and he donât feel the uncontrollable need to orgasm anymore. You still want to be close, moving your hips in emotionally needy wiggles in hopes of keeping his knot alive for as long as possible, but it is not to chase another orgasm. You want this to last because it feels so safe.Â
âI donât know whatâs happening to me. I donât want this to endâ, Jungkook confesses, holding you protectively.
âMe neither. I feel so safe like this.â
âHoly fuck, ___. What did we do?â he presses out, kissing your cheek over and over again.
âI donât know.â
âI never knotted before. I never felt like this. Holy fuck, ___.âÂ
âWhat is gonna happen to us now?â
âI donât know. All I know is that I canât let you go again. Ever. I donât wanna fucking share you. Never. Iâm trying so hard not to tell you that youâre mine âcause I promised you that this would never happen again.â
âPlease donât.â
âWhat?â
You turn your head, leaning deeper into his embrace. Like this, you feel his racing heart against your shoulder and you are entirely protected in his arms. His knotted cock throbs inside you as your eyes meet. The same playful, gentle boy of the past looks back at you, except that his once boyish features are mature and aged up. A gentle, adoring man stares back at you and you canât seem to find your way out of his galaxy eyes.Â
âPlease donât promise me that this wonât happen again.â You cradle his cheek. âDonât hold back on telling me that Iâm yours.â
âYou donât know what youâre saying. Youâre high from my cum, these arenât your real feelings.â
âWhy shouldnât they be?âÂ
â___, we-â
You put your thumb on his lips.Â
âWe shouldnât have done this, I know. You kept telling me as we kept doing this.âÂ
Jungkook gives up in a sigh, having to chuckle afterwards. You giggle, cupping his cheek again.
âJust the tip. Thatâs what we agreed on. Just the tipâ, he says.
You clench around his knot, touching your bloated stomach. You instantly guide his hand to it, wanting him to feel what he did to you. He purrs deeply, biting down on his lower lip. You grin goofily.
âJust the tip indeed.â
He laughs softly. You snicker and stub his nose with your own.Â
âThis is the messiest and deepest tip I have ever givenâ, he jokes, making you laugh.Â
âOh god, this was funny.â
âMhm, Iâm pretty funnyâ, he says and nuzzles his nose into your neck to tickle you gently.
You squeak and giggle, feeling happy beyond comparison. Jungkook ends his loving attack with kisses to your ear.Â
You sigh, melting into the affection. You and he lace fingers, using the position to melt closer.Â
Your droopy eyes stare into the flames while Jungkook relaxes you with soft kisses all over your neck, shoulder and back.Â
The thunderstorm stopped outside. It is already a little brighter. Fuck, so you were really trapped in this orgasmic state for a few hours. It felt as if so little time passed as if it was happening.Â
âWhat is gonna happen now?â you whisper.
âNow? Weâre gonna cuddle and Iâll be kissing you until youâre asleep.â
âI mean after that. Do we have to show Urquard that Iâm claimed?â
âI guess. I havenât thought that far into the future yet. But yes, he will probably want proof that youâre marked.â
âIâm scared. Do I have to get naked in front of him? And his pack? Will he put something in me to get a scent?â
âHe can try if he wants to die.â Jungkook pulls you closer possessively. âYouâre under my protection now. Okay? You wonât have to do anything youâre not comfortable with and Iâll hunt down anyone who dares to overstep your boundaries. Even Urquard and his pack.âÂ
âReally?âÂ
âYes, really. I promise you.â
You close your eyes, spilling tears.
âThank you.âÂ
You never thought it possible to have your dreams fulfilled by Jungkook and yet here you are. You are being held and comforted by Jungkook and it feels like home.Â
âDonât thank me. Youâre mine. My darling ___ to keep safe. You have my body to protect you and my heart to find a home in.âÂ
There is deep rooted honesty in his words, but you are suddenly too sleepy to ask him what he meant by them. There will still be another time. This wasnât just a one time thing after all.
#jungkook smut#jungkook fanfic#jungkook fanfiction#jungkook scenario#jungkook oneshot#jungkook x reader#jungkook x you#dom!jungkook#werewolf!jungkook#alpha!jungkook#bts smut#bts fanfic#bts fanfiction#bts scenario#bts oneshot#bts x reader#bts x you#dom!bts#bangtan smut#bangtan fanfic#bangtan fanfiction#bangtan oneshot#bangtan scenario#bangtan x reader#bangtan x you#dom!bangtan#fanfic: kinktober24
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hmmm thinking about a COD ABO au where the 141 live in a society where alphas are typically seen at the top of the pack, with betas and omegas as their subordinates. They're used to omegas being submissive and traditionally housepartners.
Enter the reader: this towering, large, heavyset omega who comes from a different society where omegas are actually on top of the pack, where they're more aggressive and territorial compared to the other two sexes.
The others expect you to roll over, maybe be more submissive, and they're quickly proven wrong when you snap at Price when he gets a little closeâand it startles them, because an omega just snapped at the head alpha.
The boys grow intrigued by you, but they quickly learn not to overstep your boundaries; you show them you have no qualms with baring your teeth at them. You're not mean, you're polite and respectful as long as they respect you. However, some other idiot doesn't realize this and gets the idea that you need to learn your place; an omega shouldn't be ordering them around, shouldn't even be a soldier, nevermind be anything but a househusband.
The boys get a glimpse of how different omegas are in your society when they see you force the other alpha into submission, sinking your sharp teeth into the back of their neck, threaten to bitch them if they don't learn their place. Blood glints over your slick spit teeth, pupils dilated and feral with aggression and anger. You hold them in a scruff, pinning them down with your body and strength, until the idiot submits. Only then do you let them go with their metaphorical tail tucked between their legs, and you raise your head, glaring at anyone who'll meet your gaze, and ask if anyone else wants to get bitched.
Gaz has to smack Soap's hand down when it starts to rise, ignoring the chubbing in their individual pants as you dip from sight, with Ghost watching you with dark eyes, and Price eventually calling everyone back to their activities. Though, it's a silent agreement that all four boys slink back to their rooms to rub one off to the idea of you bitching them out.
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Skz Pack: Bad First Impression
Author's Note: Nothing much this time. All feedback is welcome.
Genre: fluff and angst
Warnings: Mention of bad parents, descriptions of shaking from fear, jealousy, one hit with a spoon
Word Count: 2,058
You and Jeongin were laying in bed when he got a call from one of his Hyungâs. He sat up a little to talk, allowing you to rest your head on his lap.
âYes Minho-hyung?â He asks. You could hear every other word. âBringâŠthe..home.â Bring what home? Also Minho⊠thatâs Chanâs moonmate. Did Chan need something from Jeongin?
You just sat there confused as Jeongin continued to talk. âNo, I can't do that because it is too early.â
After another five minutes of back and forth, Jeongin turns towards you. âJagiya?â He asks softly.
âHmm?â You answer by looking up from your own phone which was on Pokemon Go. âMinho-hyung wants to meet you today.â You freeze a little. Your introduction to Chan still had you a little shook. You didnât expect to be so whipped by him damn near immediately. Could you handle meeting another pack member so soon?
âOh um.. What does he want to do together?â You ask unsure if you can commit to anything. There is some back and forth before Jeongin looks at you.Â
âDid you want to cook with him and another member of our pack? They are making dinner and dessert in an hour or so.â You look up at the ceiling. What could go wrong?
âSure. Is it okay if I cook with them instead of us watching a movie?â You check with him. âYeah sure. Iâll just go to the library to study. I can take you to our place.â
âOkay thank you.â You both get ready to head outside. Jeongin drives you to their home and kisses you goodbye as you exit the car. You go to the front door and take a deep breath. They arenât monsters; they are regular people. They wonât hurt you. You knock on the door, finally having found the courage to do so.
A man wearing a headband with ears answers the door. He had brown hair, but you could tell it was dyed beforehand. His facial expression was very serious as he waved at Jeongin. Jeongin finally drove off knowing that you would be safe with his pack mates. After leading you inside, the mystery man sits you at the table across from another man.Â
âIâm Minho and this is Felix.â Felix had blonde hair similar to Chanâs. Most people in this household had light hair apparently. They both wore sweatshirts and pajama bottoms with slippers. Minho had no jewelry on at all, but Felix had on some silver rings.Â
âWas I supposed to wear my pajamas?â You questioned feeling a little less included. It wasnât intentional obviously; they probably just happened to be cold and wore similar things. Also, you didnât own many sweatshirts, so you would have had to wear a high school one.
âNo, it is fine. We bought you some things to wear tooâ That is how you ended up in a sweatshirt and matching pajama bottoms just like the two men. Felix smiles as you return âYou look great.â
âThank you⊠are we cooking something big or small?â You ask kindly. You were not a chef in any way, so this would be an experience for you.
âOh itâs okay you can just watch. We really just wanted to know about you. Jeongin and Chan seem fond of you.â Minho clarifies as he gets some ingredients from the cabinet.
âOh? Chan has mentioned me?âÂ
âFor sure! He said you were nice but very shy. We waited some time before seeing you solely to make sure you didnât feel like you were meeting us all back to back.â Felix chirps. He is chipper; he is prepping some kind of meat.
âThank you for giving me such a grace period. I am very nervous as Iâm sure Jeongin told you guys. I just donât want to make a bad first impression.â You explained, playing with your fingers as you looked at Minho.
He hummed before looking at you. âI think youâre overthinking it. Donât worry. We wonât eat you. Unless you want to be eaten.â He places a hand on your shoulder temporarily before going back to the counter.Â
As cooking ensues, you fade into the background taking on minor roles Minho asks you to do. While Felix keeps an eye on you from a distance, you are guided by Minho on how to do certain tasks.
âI didnât grow up being in the kitchen with my parents. I feel bad for needing so much assistance. I appreciate it though. Hopefully, I can prepare a meal alone for you guys.âÂ
Minho smiles and nods. âIt would take some weight off mine and Chanâs shoulders considering we handle all those responsibilities alone.â
You felt a little at ease with Minho, but he still held a lot of power around here. As well as, his natural aura just gave off serious and dangerous. Felix hasnât said much, so you still felt very tense around him.Â
âIs Jeongin being considerate towards you? He isnât causing any trouble right?â Minhoâs questions make you laugh. âHe is being very considerate. Jeongin is so sweet. You guys have raised a nice pup.â You jokingly respond.Â
âSo heâs touchy with you or is he distant? Jeongin isnât that affectionate with us.â
âHe is affectionate and likes to cuddle, but I donât know if thatâs just him being nice towards me.â Minho raises an eyebrow.Â
âSo youâre very affectionate?â
âAccording to Jeongin, he and Chan think I am touched starved. They think getting me used to regular affection will help.â
âThatâs useful to know for us. We can give you the right kind of affection. So physical touch is big for you. I hope we can all honor that well. I am not necessarily touchy so..âÂ
You laugh at him not finishing the sentence. Minho seems so considerate. It doesnât bother you that you probably wonât get much affection from him. Hopefully, he just accepts your presence first.
You are helping Minho very efficiently, in your opinion when the topic of your childhood comes into play. âSo are your parents both also wolves?â You kind of freeze at the thought of your parents before nodding. âThey are indeed. My dad was a beta and my mother an omega. She always wanted an alpha though and made it all of our problems. She wanted me to settle down with a nice alpha.â
âNot her living through you. Parents are really something else. Iâm glad you have Jeongin though. He indeed is a nice alpha. Iâm assuming youâve had your fair share of bad alphaâs.â
You nod as you try to continue stirring the bowl Minho had given you, but your hands were shaking so badly. You could feel the air from that night. The adrenaline as you ran for your life from the scariest wolf youâve ever seen in your life.
You end up dropping the bowl off the counter by accident and give an immediate apology as you use your shaky hands to attempt to clean it up on all fours. Minho takes your hands as he squats next to you. âItâs okay.. Iâm sorry to have triggered such bad memories for you.âÂ
You were confused as the night went on. You get to know Minho a little, and heâs very nice to you. However, Felix hasnât said much still even after dinner is done. Minho decided to take some time to clean up a little in their dining room while you and Felix prepare dessert.
âWe are really trying to incorporate you into our household because your Jeonginâs mate. He deserves to be happy, but itâs not like we are going to be all buddy buddy like.â Felix explains to you softly, like he was saying something considerate, as he mixes together ingredients for what looks like cookies.
You kinda deflate a little, the shine leaving your eyes. He doesnât want to do this just to know you. I mean these are Jeonginâs friends. You should have expected them to still be only Jeonginâs friends. The friendâs of your partner are not always your own friends.Â
You assist him as he asks and afterwards you grab your things to leave. Minho asks, âAre you sure you canât join us for dinner considering you helped make it?â You reply with a simple nod and bow before leaving. You start walking home in the cold and dark given that it is too late to ask Jeongin for a ride considering you left already, and you no longer feel comfortable asking any of his packmates.
The feeling of sadness washes over you as you walk in the wintery air. Luckily, it was winter, so you could play off crying as just tears from the wind. You thought you had possibly found a new family, a place to call your own. After feeling less than accepted by Felix, you crawled into a hole again. Could you ever face them again? You are feeling guilty for even wanting to join their pack.
Once arriving home, you took a long shower and prepared for bed. Jeongin texts you afterwards asking âAre you okay? You could have asked me to take you home.â You don't feel the best mentally, so you simply ignore it and go to bed. The next morning you wake up to the sound of pounding on your door.Â
Feeling groggy you get out of bed and head to the door, you croak out a âwho is it?â as you look out the peep hole to see Jeongin. âItâs me!â He practically yells. You slowly open the door and by the look on his face he is angry. âCome in.â Before you can even finish, he comes inside and looks at you before sighing.Â
You close the door before moving towards the kitchen, not sure what to say. He follows you standing in front of the fridge you were just about to open. âI was worried sick about my poor girlfriend who just chose to not answer my text like she couldnât be kidnapped, sick, or hurt.â You feel a ping of guilt because you forgot someone actually cares about you, especially after last night.
âIâm sorry Jeongin. I wasnât in the mood to talk, and I did not consider how it would affect you by not responding.â You look into his eyes before looking down. You canât hold eye contact for long; he deserves to be mad. He hugs you tightly before resting his head on your shoulder. âDonât do that again, please?â You quickly nod and hug back.
You havenât even cleaned yourself up yet or eaten. Jeongin still looks at you as if you are the prettiest girl in the world. You smile as he kisses your cheek and asks how it went last night.
âIt was fine. Did you want breakfast?âÂ
âYouâre sure? Also, breakfast sounds great. We can make it together.â
âYes, I'm sure. It wasnât naturally buddy buddy, but we will all come to terms sooner or later.â You grab the things out of your fridge. Unknown to you, Jeongin didnât feel the best about that answer. They better get buddy-like with you quickly or face his wrath.
Throwing on his grandma voice, he begins to cook. âThey better get with or iâm gonna hit them.â
âOh? Iâm so sorry grandma. I will be sure to tell them that.â You respond between laughs. He hits you with a wooden spoon. âIâm serious! I will tell them there's no need for you to do it.âÂ
You smile and rub your arm. âYou are lucky I love you. I could hit you back.â
âLook at you! These young children are so violent these days. I have to teach you all a lesson. Young whipper snappers.â He does the slouch as well. You are laughing so hard tears fill your eyes. Jeongin was glad you were happier now.
You both go on to make a beautiful breakfast for you both. Uploading pictures and selfies to your Instagram for fun. It was starting to be a good day for you two. You were trying to ignore the feeling lingering over you that you wouldnât be accepted into the pack. Yet, Jeongin could tell by the slight change in your scent that something was bothering you, and he was determined to figure out what happened last night.
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âżđ·đđđđđđ: Alpha! Hyung line x Omega! Reader
âż đșđđđđđđ: "And through some happenstance, casual and cruel, shaped by the hands of the Moon goddesses, you ended up face to face with what They considered your fated mates.
Of course, they didnât know that - how could they recognize their goddess-given match if you had no scent? As long as you didnât reach maturity, only you would feel this pull, this constant urge pooling at your lower abdomen when their scents filled your nose and sent your eyes rolling back.
You knew your place and it was not amongst royalty."
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The one where you find your fated alphas, but they can't find you.
âż đ»đđđ:  Romance, Humor, Fluff, Angst, ABO, Soulmate AUs.
âż đš/đ”: Should I be writing another fanfic when I have not finished a single one of my works? No. Does my brain understand that? Also no.
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P.S: This is heavely inspired by the book Pack Darling, so shoutout to that duology give it a read, yall!
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You didnât know how long you had been running, nor how far youâd gotten. The skies had darkened and then lightened again since the moment of your escape and you assumed you had a few more hours before your absence was noticed, but you didnât have it in yourself to stop, steps only briefly faltering from exhaustion but still fueled by fear.
You had to keep going. No amount of distance was enough between you and what you had left behind.
Still, there was only so much your body could take in its malnourished state and after a while your legs slowed down on their own, feet too hurt to continue carrying your weight. Yet you stumbled forward through unknown woods, watching trees and shrubbery blurr past you as you dragged yourself towards what you hoped was west - towards the coast.
You had never left the walls that surrounded your familyâs home, but had seen the maps that covered the walls of your fatherâs study enough to remember the outlines of the charted land and the sprawling expanse of the coastal city near the territory you lived - the closest and the only one you could get on foot, even if you were unsure what your next step would be once you got there.
Adamas - the capital of diamonds - laid hopefully ahead of you, filled to the brim with marine vessels and royal ships that you could maybe sneak in and let yourself be carried far away from the claws of your family, running until you found somewhere quiet and reclusive where you could spend your days alone and free from your own status and its implications.
But that dream seemed further and further away as your body shivered and withered, unable to continue your journey, faltering until you gave out and found yourself lying atop a pile of leaves on the cold forest floor.
You sighed, a tortured breath escaping your exhausted lungs. Maybe it was the best youâd get - not the solitary cottage you yearned for, but the swift death by the hands of nature. Still an escape, death. Still freedom from that was always expected of you, from the destiny that awaited.
You closed your eyes and waited, giving up on the weight of consciousness. Any moment now, you thought. It would all be over. As the edges of your mind started to become hazy, your tired lungs pulled one more labored breath and with it a scent that reached out to the deepest parts of your soul with a calming, friendly touch and released the tension from your body.
This is heaven, you thought, and allowed yourself to sleep.
***
There was an unconscious omega in his lands and King Namjoon was unsure on what to do. Â
Omegas were rare within the wolf genes - they were the smallest of the packs, the caregivers and kindest diplomats, made to become nursing figures within each family dynamic and bring balance to the usually violent and short fused nature of alphas, despite their positions as providers and leaders. But omegas, gentle and fragile omegas, were far and few between and from a very young age Namjoon had been taught to treat them with the utmost care.Â
With that being said, Namjoon was also taught to be wary of trespassers and this tiny, wounded omega was somehow within his borders.Â
How did you get there, he wondered. There were no roads leading to the back of the castle where he usually strolled through in the early mornings, only thick woods that would be almost a day on foot before you got to any sort of path.
In the end, his instincts spoke louder, dynamics drilled into his brain and pulling him towards the tattered frame on the ground. With all the kindness he could muster from his large frame, he gathered your body in his arms, gently cradling your form.
As he walked, he let his eyes access you: small, disconcertingly thin, with hollow cheeks and dark circles marring your lovely soft features. You had no mating mark on your neck and no distinguishable scent - and that was what confused him the most.
When an omega reaches maturity, their scent would evolve into something unique that would eventually be used to attract a mate and potentially even identify a fated scent match - a partner made by the heavens, your perfect half.
But despite looking past the age of maturity, you smelled clean, neutral with just a hint of sweetness to classify you as an omega.
What on earth could have happened to you, he wondered, worriedly scanning your bruised body and jutting bones.
And what on earth would he do with you?
***
Sometimes Hoseok couldnât understand his leader.
He watched as Namjoon paced up and down his office, heavy steps echoing around as he stomped in contemplation.
From the day they met, decades ago, when they were both babbling toddlers, Hoseok had accepted the younger man as pack. Both sons of monarchs, born in allied families, they were thrown together in royal play pens as soon as they could hold the weight of their own heads.
Hoseok always considered it a privilege to watch his brother in arms grow into his position - a natural born leader, a king. And Hoseok never once doubted his ability to rule fairly and successfully.Â
But every so often he couldnât help but question his friendâs common sense.
âNamjoonâ he called to his still restless friend âYou cannot possibly be considering throwing the omega in the dungeons?â
âShe is technically trespassingâ his friend argued stubbornly.
âSheâs an omega!â
His own mother being a rare omega, some rules had been drilled very early into Hoseokâs young mind: omegas are to be treasured, his father had said, it is your job as an alpha to protect them should you be blessed enough to find one.
He hadnât actually seen the omega. He had barely woken up when a maid ushered him to the kingâs office where Namjoon had asked for his council while burning a hole through the carpet.Â
âShe could be dangerous. Some sort of trap, maybe?â
No threat could scare Hoseok more than the idea of his father finding out he had allowed some poor omega to be thrown into their underground cells and so he pleaded âPut her in one of the guest rooms and set my guards in the exits. When she wakes up, Iâll interrogate her myself.â
Namjoon considered the offer for a few seconds, examining the face of the captain of his guard and one of his closest friends. At last, he nodded and settled down in a nearby chair, calling a guard to give the order to move you from the infirmary to the guest aisle of his castle as soon as possible.
Unable to hold back his curiosity any longer, Hoseok asked his shaky leader after a few seconds of silence âWhat is she like?â
There was a gleam in Namjoonâs eyes Hoseok couldnât explain and doubted his king could either âSmall,â he let out quietly âblack and blue all over, all skin and bones like she hadnât seen a plate of food in daysâ. Hoseok closed his fists on an impulse and had to force his fingers to relax. Could he blame this sort of reaction on his instincts?Â
He thought Namjoon wouldnât say anything else, but after a few more seconds of silence his king continued âPrettyâ he said softly at last, almost like an afterthought.
Hoseok couldnât help himself, having never met another omega besides his own mother, and asked âAnd⊠The scent?â
âClean.â
Hoseok blinked âSheâs a child?â
âNo. Full grown. Canât be more than a couple years younger than us.â
Thatâs odd, Hoseok thought. From what he was taught, a healthy adult omega should have developed a signature scent - like his mom, with her easily recognizable roses and clear meadows.
Right as he was about to ask to see you, his fascination with the idea of a scentless omega getting the best of him, a maid rushed into the room to announce your awakening.
Both men rushed out of the room, elbowing each other to leave first through the door, impatient to get to where you laid, barely avoiding toppling the poor maid on their way.
The infirmary was a wide room with tall ceilings and large windows that let in the morning light from most angles. That same light illuminated your figure as they walked in, eyes drawn to the only bed occupied in the room.
Oh. You were in fact pretty, Hoseok concluded, watching you blink owlishly at the sunlight invading the space. You had a soft looking kind of beauty that was barely overshadowed by your debilitated state that caused a stirring of protection in both alphas. Who couldâve left you like that, he wondered, and how quickly could he wrap his hands around their necks and twistâŠ
âYouâre awakeâ Namjoon pointed out, catching your attention.
That seemed to be the wrong course of action. When your eyes landed on where the men stood by the door, they widened to the size of saucers. Something about their presence sent you scrambling out of your bed, falling onto the ground with a dull thud as you rushed to put some space between yourself and the imposing males.
âHey, hey, heyâ Hoseok raised his hands, palms facing forward to indicate his intention to cause no harm, your terrified expression keeping him far âBe careful, little lady.â
You didnât say anything, just kept cowering further and further away until your back hit a wall and you winced in pain.
âStand up and get back to your bedâ Namjoon commanded roughly and Hoseok could see your fighting against the urge to submit to the alphaâs orders, causing him to elbow his friend âPleaseâ he added âYou are hurt and weak and shouldnât be out of bedâ he continued in a much gentler tone.Â
Slowly, you moved yourself back to the mattress, shuffling to hide under the blankets, bringing them over your nose and leaving only your panicked eyes visible.
The last thing Hoseok wanted at that moment was to interrogate you when you were so clearly distressed, body shaking under your burrow. But he had duties to uphold and your presence raised questions that just staring at your disarmingly cute face wouldnât answer.
âWhatâs your name, little lady?â he asked.
You mumbled your name so quietly he almost didnât catch it, the sound stifled by the fabric covering your lips. When he did hear it, he did not recognize it.
âHow did you manage to get into the castleâs grounds?â
You gulped. âThe castle?â you repeated in a whisper.Â
âDo you know where you are?â Namjoon asked and you shook your head fearfully âDo you know who we are?â
Sinking deeper into the safety of your blankets, you shook your head once more.
âIâm Jung Hoseok, head of the royal guardâ and just when Hoseok thought your eyes couldnât get any wider, they did, panic seeping further into your gaze âAnd this is Kim Namjoonâ the words had your face paling until devoid of any color, yet he continued âthe King of Adamas.â
Both men watched your face for a reaction, seeing you gape in shock, eyes rolling back to your skull as you promptly passed out.
***
You woke up to a churning stomach and a pounding headache, both hunger symptoms that you were very familiar with. How many days had it been since you last ate? You couldnât tell, the night sky outside the windows of the empty room signaling the end of another day. And at that moment, your starvation was the least of your problems.Â
The king - the fucking king - was your mate. And so was the head of his guard.Â
When you first opened your eyes to sunlit room, regaining consciousness after Gods knew how long, their scent hit you like a brick to the face, sending you flying off the bed on the brink of a panic attack.
This couldnât be happening. Not now. You were so close!
You looked for their reaction, trying to gauge if they were feeling what you were - this life changing pull in your core, this prickling feeling underneath your skin, fingers twitching at your side to reach for your alphas.
But there was nothing, not a flick of recognition, only wariness and mild concern.
These were not your alphas - these were your king and his most trusted guard. And you were just an omega on the run, worth only the money you could be sold for.
You remembered the first offer your father had received once the neighboring towns heard about his siring of an omega. Up until then your father had never seen much value in your existence. Before you, he had only had alpha boys - three, to be exact - older, stronger and meaner than you, built for leadership roles and bringing his legacy to another level.
But you? What use did he have for small, needy, whimpering you? None, he had told you many times over. Your father had never been afraid to remind you of your place in the household: the burden.
Until you became the pot of gold.
You werenât sure how, but someway or another the news of your existence reached the next town and then the next town over, and so forth until your father was reminded that even though he saw no value in housing an omega, the rest of the world did.Â
5 million. That was the first offer he received, when you were only fourteen.
And for a moment you believed that could be your way out of your fatherâs cruel claws - get yourself a husband far away and live happily ever after, pampered and taken care of by some alpha knight.
But those daydreams died soon enough when you learned from the maids what happened to sold omegas.
Imprisoned. Trapped. Breeded. Discarded. Rinse. Repeat.
There was an audible crack in your heart, a rift in the fragile rivulet of hope you had for a future of better days. Since then, the only thing you could hope for was an escape. You daydreamed of far away lands and open fields with no civilization for miles, only an ivy covered cottage for you to hide away from the world.
Alas, that dream seemed further and further away as you got older. You knew your father was just waiting for you to present, hoping that whatever scent you developed would up the price with its enticement and your late blooming was a constant reason for his frustration. Your development was the only thing between you and your sale to the highest bidder.
And if you had any say in it, you would never present. In order to do so, your body needed to be healthy - and you just never were.
Starvation, overexhaustion and overworked muscles had been your saviors since you realized they could delay your maturity. So from the day you turned 16 - about the age omegas started presenting - you began restricting your meals to about one every two days. You ran around the propertyâs grounds until your feet screamed in agony and your knees gave out. Your sleep schedule was messy and insufficient and so your body remained fragile and unchanged.
And that worked up until your 22nd birthday when your father got tired of waiting.
And so you ran, climbing on the back of a supply carriage that you had visited one day and letting it carry you as far as it could. And then you sprinted, like you had been doing for years.
And through some happenstance, casual and cruel, shaped by the hands of the Moon goddesses, you ended up face to face with what They considered your fated mates.
Of course, they didnât know that - how could they recognize their goddess-given match if you had no scent? As long as you didnât reach maturity, only you would feel this pull, this constant urge pooling at your lower abdomen when their scents filled your nose and sent your eyes rolling back.
You knew your place and it was not amongst royalty. You were, as your father always pointed out, too small, too weak and too soft to carry on a legacy, a kingdom.Â
You had to get out before your ticking bomb of a body turned against you and distanced you once more from your peaceful cottage dream.
You just needed to figure out how.
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It's that time of year when I reblog old ass content of mine that I think it's still relevant and needs to be reiterated from time to time.
This post is from 2019, but I think it still holds water.
How Traditional Omegaverse is Regressive
I want to start this by thanking those of you who answered my question on how I should this particular piece. I was a little uncertain but you all seemed comfortable with the idea of posting it in the omegaverse tag.
I want it also noted that I will do my best to use examples I have actually seen in omegaverse fics, and I will be explaining things as they are portrayed in traditional Omegaverse.
And now, without further delay, letâs do this.
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#a/b/o#why abo is not regressive#not my original post#pack-the-pack speaks#rant#personal and very long rant#a/b/o rant#omegaverse#omega-multiverse#in defense of A/B/O#a/b/o au#a/b/o dynamics#alpha/beta/omega dynamics#alpha beta omega#a/b/o verse#alpha/beta/omega verse#alpha/beta/omega#yall this is so long#miscecanis
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Dear author,
I love your batfam series SO MUCH. I like the way you describe the feelings, how you use the words, how the depression of Y/N was shown, and the thinking of Batfam when they realize that Y/N had been heavily neglectful. Every time I read this series again, I still feel the hurtful of it and it actually makes me cry a lot T.T. And I love that feeling. And the series makes me want to draw, even though Iâm not good at drawing.
The first panel, I draw Y/N in my thoughts ( sorry if you feel uncomfortable) and Conner. This one is inspired from a manga called â Veilâ.
The second one, I draw some scenes from chapter 3 (I tried to draw the ways Y/N calmed themselves down, but I couldnât đ).
From your series, Iâve thought about ABO au, where Y/N is a beta, they canât be marked ; so the yanderes ( romantic one) are more yandere, because they know that Y/N never belong to anyone.
Last thing to say, I VERY VERY VERY LOVE your batfam series and this is one of the greatest fics of Batfam Iâve ever read. I also very admire your hardworking and your inspiration about this series. But I hope that you also stay healthy because I saw that youâre very productive ( how you can write so fast but still focus on the details TvT). No words can reveal the love in my heart to your series.
Sorry if I either bother you or my bad grammar ( English not my native language, this is also the first time I do this ). Thank you so much because spending your time reading this piece of mine. I just want to express my feelings and thoughts about your fic. Hope you have a good day!!!<333333
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a/n: the topic of a/b/o is written under this post. anyways, this comic panel is so absolutely brilliant and breathtaking omg... i love all the thoughts u have compiled here and i'm so sorry I wasn't able to reply to this quick enough đ but i appreciate this sm !! "even tho im not good at drawing" YET U SENT ME THIS !! i absolutely love everything about this don't say ur not good at drawing bec u are đĄ
so like i said, don't be sorry if u draw the reader as female bec i portrayed them as gn so anyone can interpret them as any gender and it doesn't make me uncomfortable at all as long as i'm the one not being misgendered. anyways, veil is actually one of my fave mangas and if u ask me, i could say your relationship with conner is pretty much akin to that of veil's! which means conner is very touchy-feely with you and is uncaring of their status as a wayne and would rather... have you take his last name very soon, if you know what i mean hehe.
the second scene is absolutely heartbreaking even for me, especially the panel where your mom tries to comfort you by telling you it's all alright made my heart ache real badly because that's probably the last time you have experienced; the love of a parent that's soon taken away from you. your mom's last words would be reassurance, one that both comforts and disturbs you as the memory repeats itself over and over in you head like a broken record </3
and the abo au, for me personally (tho i never have written for it) is just going to threaten more angst with your family because not even your pack is willing to take you in and care for you. despite your hopes due to being a beta unlike your family who are comprised of strong alphas and resilient omegas, you are merely average in their eyes probably, average enough to be forgotten and discarded by a pack you had thought would take you in for you must be a misfit just like them.
yet despite the pain you had to endure for feeling unloved as a beta, it would also deepen your potential with conner as your love interest because although you could never be claimed by any past sweethearts, conner would always, and i mean always make a show that he loves you in a deeper, more symbolical way. he may not be able to mark you as your alpha, but a ring and an always protective hold on your waist paired with his scent and pheromones engraved into every piece of your clothing is enough to tell everyone to "fuck off, this one's mine."
and tysm for loving my fanfic đ even tho i have written it impulsively, look where it got now !! yes i am very productive but this is a mere product of my attention span and hyperfixations towards the dc storyline and no my health is very bad but trust me it's not from writing, it's more from me just being very ill every single day but im trying to take care of myself <33
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ârevelations under the moon
đ pairing: alpha!namjoon x omega!reader đ au/genre: ABO au, fated mates au, angst, smut đ series rating: M đ wc: 9,468 đ series warnings: mentions of an off-screen character death (barely a character tbh), brief male masturbation, thoughts of 'cheating' (if they aren't true mates though..is it?), cursing, retelling of a fake historical fable that includes VERY brief mentions of murder and suicide as the consequence of a tragic hero's hubris explicit sexual content: biting, marking, knotting, semi-rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare đ an: wow, i did not think i would get this out in time, january was a rough month for me, but my grandpa just finished his last lung cancer treatment last week, and im trying to just balance all the stress of real life, but yeah, i think it's getting better. thank you to my beta readers, @downbad4yoongi @moonleeai and @peachiilovesot7 i appreciate all your help, whether you helped in december or in february, it is much appreciated, as always. you're the best hype squad. this is also my first ABO story, so if you hate it don't tell me. LOL đ summary: "When crescent rises, we shall rise as one, Aligned with moonrise, our time has begun." Alpha-heir Namjoon and his long time sweetheart are thought to be the next pair to rule Highscrest, but when Duskfall is attacked, the heir makes a decision that changes the course of not only his and his girlfriend's destiny, but yours as well.
This story is part of the "New Year, New Me Love" @bangtanwritershq gift exchange, written for the lovely @colormepurplex2! Happy Valentine's Day!
đđđ Tuesday - Waxing Gibbous
The loud chatter of the crowd irritates you; your senses are on overdrive after the past two weeks youâve had. Packing and moving everything you own across the river during the New Moon was unexpectedâalmost as unexpected of it being a result of a peace treaty signed by the Beta of your old pack after the death of Alpha Tyvrin.Â
A Beta jostles you in an attempt to move closer to the raised platform at the far end of the civic center, and you shoot him a quick glare before turning your attention back to the men on stage to avoid any drama. An Omega glaring at a Beta isnât as bad as if it was an Alpha, but insubordinate enough still. The new tribe members do not know your previous role in Duskfall and have every right to challenge any hierarchical disrespect.
âQuiet, please,â a voice rumbles quietly, but everyone in the room follows the directive. You recognize the Alpha Father, or the father of the Alpha-Heir and most recent Pack Alpha of Highcrest, at the podium. Your irritation drops as your senses can finally focus now that the room is silent. The smells of so many new pack members still suffocates your olfactory system, but itâs bearable now. One scent seems to overpower the rest, a clean forestry smell that seems to dilute the others. âGood evening, and thank you all for coming tonight. We hope you all have been acclimating to the changes these past few weeks. If you have any concerns, please reach out to any of us here.âÂ
The Alpha Father waves over his son, stepping aside to let him take the lead of the rest of the meeting. Your eyes drink in the lithe movements highlighted by the fit of his suit. âThank you, Alpha Father. For those of you who are joining us from Duskfall, at the time of the New Moon three months prior, I began the ascension steps. Right before your arrival, I had just finished the last of the three trials. All that remains is the bonding.â
You look around the room to see if anyone else is having the same reaction to his voice as you areâthe crowd is transfixed; all attention is on the Alpha Heir Kim Namjoon. Heâs young, almost thirty, but commands the stage. Itâs not just because heâs handsome, though the blue suit and his dark brown hair help. His aura oozes from afar, your inner wolf screaming at you that this is a man you would follow and itâs your turn to receive a dirty look as you bump into the person in front of you. You turn back to the stage, ears attuning to his baritone as he continues.
ââfinal ceremony will take place in three days, and as you all know, I will be selecting my mate. I know that there are many newcomers who may be wary of joining the pack with all of these changes happening so soon, but please have faith in us. Highcrest will protect you all, and we will be at full strength as soon as the full moon rises in a week.â
Some applause breaks out, and his confidence soothes the wolf inside you that worries about this treaty. Highcrest sits on the eastern side of the Twin Rivers split, atop the range that leads to Twin Falls. Your previous pack, Duskfall, was integrated into Highcrest two weeks ago after Shadowhide attacked and killed Alpha Tyvrin under the cover of the New Moon, in a successful attempt at taking the land between the two streams.Â
The fertile soil and access to the freshwater source has been a source of contention between Duskfall and Shadowhide for decades, and while a group consisting of the Alpha, Beta and his best warriors patrolled your western border, Shadowhide attacked. The Beta and a few others escaped by the grace of the moon, which gave the pack enough warning to prepare and kept Shadowhide at bay now that the act of surprise was gone. With the Alpha slain and the clock ticking before Shadowhide invaded, the Beta had no choice but to reach out to Highcrest for help. A peace treaty was signed, allowing all pack members of Duskfall to join Highcrest in exchange for their commitment to the pack. Any members who were against the treaty were allowed to leave of their own volition and go back to the main city, or find a pack of their choosing, but with the danger of Shadowhideâs takeover imminent, everyone agreed to travel east across the river and up the mountain range to the safety of Highcrest.
âThank you to all of Duskfallâs former pack for all of your patience with us as weâve worked to create a space for all of you here in Highcrest. After the ceremony, which is open to all unmated Omegas, everyone from Duskfall will officially be of Highcrest, and those who have not yet finished their commitment rites can do so at that time.â
You watch as Kim Namjoon waves over a tall, slender woman with sleek hair falling down her back. She is the picture of elegance, her walk stalking forward in a hypnotic fashion as she steps beside the Alpha-Heir and speaks to the crowd. You recognize her from the Apothecary youâve been training in ever since youâve settled into your new life here. Â
âGood evening, everyone. Iâm Min Everlight, an Omega of pack Highcrest. I am the head healer for the pack, and if Alpha Namjoon is ever unavailable, please come see me down at the Apothecary. Iâll help in whatever capacity I can in his absence.â Her hand moves almost subconsciously towards his, and they intertwine fingers. âWe have committed our lives to this pack, and all of us up here will do our best to provide for Highcrest. Please stop by the apothecary this week if you havenât yet received the Aconite to remove your Duskfall markings in preparation for your Highcrest one.â
Everlight stays linked to Namjoon as he takes a slight step forward to end the meeting.
âWhen the crescent rises,â he begins, and the people around you intone their response.Â
âWe, too, shall rise.â
Walking under the waxing gibbous, you and your Beta roommate, Sana, wave goodbye to one of your elderly neighbors. Youâve been checking on all of the members of your old pack, helping them in any way you can to get them acclimated after work. You go home tired every night, but you want to make sure this merger works.
Sana skips ahead as your new home comes into sight, singing the Alpha-Heirâs praises. âHeâs so brilliant, I promise you this is the best thing that couldâve happened to us. And Min Everlight? Sheâs amazing, right? Youâve been working under her these past couple of weeks, isnât she effervescent?â
You laugh at her excitement, answering her vaguely as you unlock the door to your shared home. âShe knows her stuff, thatâs for sure. Iâve learned a few new things already since weâve been here, but most of it I already knew.â Sana dreamily wanders to her bedroom, ignoring your slight diss and chattering mostly to herself about how wonderful tribe Highcrest is. You plop onto the couch unceremoniously, thoughts on Min Everlight.Â
Everlight is effervescent, with an inner glow that makes her the perfect Omega as mate for the Alpha-Heir. Youâve heard from the other women at the Apothecary that she and Namjoon have been dating for years. Longtime sweethearts andâif their little show on stage meant anythingâhis choice for his mate. This thought makes you feel sick, because ever since you walked away from Duskfall and followed him to Highcrest, your heart has thrummed for him.Â
Taking a deep breath that you let out with a sigh, you change your line of thinking before you venture towards a vitriol hatred of your soon-to-be female leader. Min Everlight has been nothing but motherly and nurturing to all of you since your arrival, but the more you see her all over the Alpha-Heir, the harder it is to like her. Not just because of her romantic relationship with Namjoon, either, but that she represents everything that you almost were, and reminds you of everything you lost. Â
You scratch at your upper arm over your shirtsleeve, where the Aconite serum you rubbed on earlier dissolves your Duskfall tattoo in preparation for your Highcrest one. The Aconite is diluted and mixed with other herbs to prevent poisoning that would weaken you before the ceremony. Sana disappears into the shared bathroom to shower, and you close your eyes for a moment not meaning to fall asleep as you wait for your turn.
The moon goddess blesses you with dreams of Duskfall past, memories of your destined path as the tribeâs Luna-to-beâthe Omega paired to the now fallen Alpha Tyvrinâand you wake to the reality that all you have trained for was for naught. Â
đđđ Wednesday - Waxing Gibbous
Or, more like you wake with the sudden slam of a door, sitting upright as you squint to keep back the sunlight.Â
âDamn, you slept on the couch?â Sana questions, looking cheery and well-rested.
You clear your throat to answer. âYeah, I guess so. What time is it?â
Sana glances at her watch. âUm, itâs half past eight.â
âShit, I overslept, and Iâm supposed to meet with Everlight again today.â You stand abruptly, and begin organizing all of the large pillows on the couch, laying the blanket just so until you hear Sana laughing at you. You look up at her with a glare. âWhat?â
âI think you might be in pre-heat. Youâve fluffed that pillow at least three times, and that blanket cannot be folded over the back of the couch any more perfectly unless youâve got a protractor in the cabinet.â
âThereâs no way, it hasnât been enough time since the last one.â You ignore her as you clamber back onto the couch, tucking your legs up under you seemingly forgetting your plans for the day.
âYour heat is probably gearing up because of some Alpha at the meeting last night. With Tyvrin gone, rest in moonlight, youâre no longer taking the suppressants are you? With everything thatâs happened, it makes sense that youâd forget,â she theorizes, âand apparently Highcrest doesnât have that practice here.â
You canât believe youâve forgotten. In Duskfall, you were chosen by Alpha Tyvrin to be his mate, and asked to take suppressants until the ceremony. This was to help to prevent you from having a heat, decreasing your pheromones from triggering any non-bonded Alphaâs into their ruts and endangering you. These past few weeks since the move, you havenât been taking any suppressants, and youâre sure by now it's run its course and is out of your system. Â
âThey donât practice that here?â
âNo, werenât you listening at the meeting? The Alpha-Heir doesnât choose his mate the same way like in Duskfall. Highcrest has a different ceremony. All unmated Omegaâs can be part of it.â
âBut isnât Everlight most likely going to be chosen anyways?â
âI hear thereâs blindfolds involved, so maybe instead of sulking, and filling the apartment with your sour scent, you can just join the ceremony and give it a try.â
The news fills your chest with what feels like sunbeams, and you smile at the Beta as you relax into what youâre now realizing is a nest.
âAh, the room smells so much nicer now. Alsoâyouâre late.â
đđđ Wednesday - Waxing Gibbous
Kim Namjoon sits patiently outside the Apothecary, waiting for Everlight to finish for the day. He can sense her inside, her scent a fresh scent of clean linen, just brought down off of the line after soaking in the sun. Itâs always been the strongest scent to him, out of all of the women in Highcrest, and heâs sure that the Moon Goddess will prove her to be his mate this weekend when he ascends to his Alpha status.Â
Fingers drumming along his clothed knee, he hums to himself as he watches the sunrays filtering through the trees as it sets. The small bell above the door chimes as small groups of girls and women of all ages trickle out from the shopâEverlight hosted a gathering after work for all of the newcomers to review the Highcrest ceremony procedures for women, and they all bow respectfully when they catch sight of him seated in the chair near the door.Â
Namjoon canât help but wonder what else they were working on today, his nose itches to investigate whatever new tonic or serum sheâs put together this timeâthe smell is amazing. Like a warm honey coating his tongue, hints of bourbon with small bursts of brown sugar peaking his interest. He hopes itâs not something inedible, like the Aconite serum, and his curiosity getting the better of him, he stands, unbuttoning his suit jacket and moving to peer through the small glass windows framed in the center of the door.Â
Ah, he thinks as he takes in one of the new pack members, Everlight must have let one of the Duskfall women teach a new tonic. Namjoon recognizes you through the dusty glass standing in front of the group, and remembers that his Beta, Seokjin, had pointed you out from afar when you first arrived.
đTwo Weeks Ago đ Monday - New Moon
âThatâs Alpha Tyvrinâs mate, erâwas his mate. They hadnât actually had the ceremony yet, the attack happened before the full moon ceremony could happen, but she was set to be Duskfallâs Luna.â Seokjinâs finger points down the lane from the window of City Hall, connecting to a woman walking towards the villager housing area. Namjoon eyes you warily before posing a series of questions to his Beta.
âWill it be an issue to have two mature Lunaâs in a pack? Should we offer to place her with another pack to mate with an Alpha?â
âI donât knowâŠI havenât ever heard of something like this happening. Typically the Alpha has already mated the Luna, and since one cannot live without the otherââ
âI see.â Namjoon understands why the Moon Goddess would create such a fate for paired leaders. âHad the ceremony already happened, she would be buried next to him. It could be a help, now that we have so many more people, to have two strong healers in the pack. Maybe she could travel on patrols in case of an attack?â He wonders how Everlight would react to finding out that thereâs another Luna-trained Omega in the pack, and if this would be a way to spin it to lessen any blowback.Â
Seokjin looks thoughtful, eyebrows lifted as he tilts his head and gathers his words carefully. âThat could be a good option for the second Luna, so that their training and skills do not go to waste, especially now that our pack has grownâŠIt could also be worth mentioningâwith so many new members, it would be a good show of faith if you were to perhaps choose the Duskfall Luna as your mateââ
Namjoonâs growl silences Seokjin momentarily but he presses on when he sees no claws being barred.Â
âIâm just saying, nothing helps unite two packs better than having one of their own integrated into the upper levels of the hierarchy. If we want to keep peace and help Duskfall feel loyalty to Highcrest, taking their to-be-Luna as your mate would be the smart move. You and Everlight arenât fated, so itâs not like our pack would frown upon it under the circumstancesââ
Namjoonâs eyes cut like daggers as he stares his Beta down, almost dragon-like in ferocity as he contains his inner beast. âEverlight is my mate, Seokjin. I would never betray her like that.âÂ
đđđ Wednesday (present) - Waxing Gibbous
Looking at you now, Namjoon is glad to see that you and Everlight seem to have no issues working alongside each other. After reading through previous Alphasâ historical notes and reviewing the history of the packs of the Twin Rivers Valley, he decided that it would be best to keep you around, as he worries his newest constituents would revolt if they thought he had banished you from Highcrest. He spent the first couple of weeks talking to other elder members of Duskfall, and learned that a lot of the pack had come to rely on you as they became acclimated, that you had been going around to visit with them and check-in, and keep them all calm with the changes happening.Â
He appreciated that you had taken this on as a duty, especially when you were dealing with the biggest blow of all. Namjoon meant to meet with you to thank you, but the longer he took, the more it felt fake, rehearsed, and like an afterthought instead of what it really was: an Alpha-Heir not yet familiar with his role, and learning about you from afar made him feel like a weird stalker of sorts that he had all this knowledge of you and your skills from others. Â
Your skills would be most useful to their pack, and though you were meant to lead the pack by an Alphaâs side, you could still maintain some modicum of that role, just as the second to Everlight. Namjoon is sure this plan will work. He plans to have a meeting with Seokjin and Everlight tonight, that way he can make sure that they will follow his plan without any issues.Â
He knows he could just order everyone to follow along, but using his Alpha to force others to do what he wants doesnât always work out in the long run. The history of the tribal lands and the fact that there were three distinct tribes from the original one, up until Tyvrinâs death, is proof of that.Â
Itâs much better for a leader to have the consenting loyalty of his pack, instead of forced fealty that brews contempt and derision. Namjoon steps back from the door to allow another person to exit, and once again, the honeyed bourbon seeps through the opening. Itâs much stronger this time, urging him to his feet almost against his will.Â
He feels his blood thrumming, pounding through his veins like a rushing river. Namjoon checks his forehead, as if feverish, and notices his hand comes back with a sheen of sweat. Itâs like heâs gone into pre-rut, which would be crazy. Heâs pretty regular when it comes to his ruts lining up with Everlightâs heats, and sheâs still not due for a little bitâŠ
Namjoon stumbles backward, taking the three steps back to solid ground quickly as he tugs at the collar of his buttoned shirt. Heâs too hot, itâs all too much, he has to do something, move, but heâs in the middle of the town, there are people who look to him to be more restrained than this standing all aroundâŠNamjoon trips a little on the gravel beneath his feet as he takes off back towards City Hall and away from Everlight, afraid that if she is due for her heat and his pre-rut was triggered by that, he would mount her right there in front of the last few people in the store and fuck her hard against the counter, not caring if everyone saw the powerful way he drove his cock in and out of her until he filled her with cum and knotted her.
Heâs locked himself in his office, blinds closed with his fist wrapped around his thick length as he imagines it: his hands firm on the plump rounds of ass, spreading the cheeks apart as he spits between them, Omega slick lathering his cock with every stroke and the tight walls sucking him back in with every pump out, and when he cumsâcopious amounts leaking around his large handâitâs only then that he realizes that it wasnât the clean linen-scented Everlight he was imagining taking his knot.
đđđ Thursday - Waxing Gibbous
Youâre irritatedâmore so than youâve been since your entire life was turned upside down two weeks ago. The Beta thatâs always around the Alpha, Seokjin, randomly showed up at your place in the morning saying you were tasked to go on a supply run to the nearest city. It makes senseâSeokjin explained that the Alpha had handpicked everyone in the group to help new pack members meet others and start to learn their ways, and you appreciate it, except for the fact that you donât want to be far from home right now.Â
In fact, because of the upcoming ceremony, Everlight had let all of the women training in the apothecary have the next few days off, as she expected to be chosen and wanted to prepare herself and her home for what was to come. You had mixed feelings when she initially announced this to everyone, because while you enjoy the respite from the constant go-go-go of changes around you, the reason behind it left you feeling miffed.Â
All of yesterday, you spent time working at the Apothecary and were even asked by some of the others to show them some tonics and potions that they had never heard of, and while you enjoy teaching others, itâs quite draining to go through the motions while talking through every step you make, and why. The girls quietly scribbled down your words in their notebooks, committing your teachings to paper, which made you feel good about yourself, until reality hit about your future.Â
It almost didnât feel fair that you were so new to the pack and already others were looking to you to train and teach them new things, meanwhile another person is slated to take the position youâve wanted and trained for your whole life.Â
Shaking away your thoughts, you tap back into the moment, finally having arrived in the bustling city a little past mid-day. You hate all of the smells; the odor rising from the sewer grates and scents from the people who jostle you as they rudely push past your group. You hold back the urge to plug your nose, sighing out a weighted exhale as you follow Seokjin through the automatic sliding doors and into a grocerâs market.Â
đđđ Thursday - Waxing Gibbous
Back in the forest, a half dayâs trip from the city, Kim Namjoon spends his time in his office again, hiding out from his duties by disguising them as last minute studying and planning for the ceremony.Â
He couldnât bring himself to meet with Everlight the previous night, instead calling Seokjin only to discuss the plans for the supply run. He looked over the list of items Everlight needed in the apothecary, and only because the winter months were starting to fade away into spring meant this would be the last expensive trip until winter came again.Â
Bees do not make honey in the winter, so why canât he explain away the coincidence of the honey bourbon smell and the note written in Everlightâs scrawl next to the requested item underlined twice: Honey â weâve been out for ages!! He doesnât want to believe that he could be feeling this way for someone other than Everlight, but of two things he knows for sure: he smelled honey, and Everlight is distinctly NOT a honey smell.Â
Seeing that on the list had Namjoon rise with a wild idea, to send the other Luna far, far away for the day, to help him clear his mind. In reality, he paces his office, wearing thin the once plush carpet with his worried steps until he canât take it anymore. Crossing the room, he walks with such a force that no one dares to question where heâs off to.Â
He knows where you live, knows that your Beta roommate Sana should be home, and when he knocks on the door with authority, he expects Sana to fling the door open so hastily that the movement sends the mixed scents of the apartment wafting out at him. Instantly, he expects his spine to straighten as his whole body is overwhelmed by the truthâexcept that never comes. No one is home, as a kind older woman politely points out to him after his third attempt at knocking.Â
âThose girls went into town today, it seemed like the Luna had to drag Sana along with her,â she chuckled, clearly a pack member who was fond of the two women. âDid you want me to tell them you stopped by?â
âNo! I meanâno need to worry them about my visit, I can talk to them tomorrow, thank you.â
He swiftly departs, deciding to just head home instead of back to the office for some peace.
âJoonie!â
Barely having set foot in his residence, Namjoon is bombarded with the irritating scent of laundry detergent. Itâs too pungent; overwhelming in a way that heâs never experienced before. He catches himself before his nose wrinkles and Everlight ascends into his arms. He hugs her back, planting a soft kiss to the side of her head in an endearing manner before she pulls him into the dining room for an early dinner with his parents.Â
Namjoon spends the evening engaged in conversation with his parents and Everlight, avoiding talks of the ceremony as best he canâdespite his mother and girlfriend's best attempts. His dad eyes him warilyâin that cunning way that only another Alpha canâsensing the change in the dynamics within the room. Namjoon is grateful his father remains quiet, simply watching the conversation over the nightcap of barrel-aged Cabernet Sauvignon from their cellar.
Once they call it a night and his parents disappear to their room, Everlight begs Namjoon to stay over, and unable to say no to the woman heâs never said no to before, he relents. He regrets this decision almost immediately, as his hopes that Everlight would help him take his mind off of the one thing thatâs been at the forefront of it are crushed.  Â
âSheâs just really good at healing. She knows a lot, like I canât believe Iâm even admitting it, but she knows things that I donât. And the things I have been able to teach her, she learns it so quickly and easily. Iâm actually kind of jealous.â
Namjoon can tell; Everlightâs face is scrunched up in a way that makes her look unattractive, and he doesnât know what to do or to say to make her feel less insecure.Â
âMaybe itâs a good thing she is joining our pack. Itâs important to learn and grow continuously.â Itâs as diplomatic as he can be at the moment.
âYes, but sheâs trained as a Luna, just like me. Itâs a little like sheâs trying to take my spot. Yesterday, while I was teaching, the other girls asked her to teach them something I didnât know, and I just had to stand there and let her take over my lesson. The girls were so focused on her and taking notes, it made me kind of hate her.â
Sheâs looking at him, her eyes trying to find something within his, but he looks away, reaching for the light next to his bed.
Everlight reaches for him, aligning her body to his as her fingers grip his shoulders so she can position herself atop him.
âThatâs why I canât wait for the ceremony, baby. We can finally be a true, mated pair. Start our forever, with me as your Luna. No room for confusion from the pack about who will bear your pups.â Her eyebrows waggle up and down suggestively as she lowers her lips to his plump ones. âWe can practice now if you want, you can scent me, let all the bitches in heat know to back off.â She kisses him again.Â
Namjoon kisses her back, but her laundry odor fills his nasal cavity and her words are so off-putting for the role she hopes to take on for the pack. He can feel her hands travel down his ribcage, but nothing about her touch turns him on. Pulling away from the kiss, he catches his breath as he readies his excuse.
âBabe, I think we should wait,â his large hands hold her shoulders firmly before his touch grows softer, palms smoothing up and down her arms in a soothing motion. âThe ceremony is so soon, and I want it to be sacredâŠI know that might sound cheesy and un-Alpha-like butââ
âNo, youâre right.â Everlight smiles softly at him, but he can see the hurt in her eyes at being rejected. âIâm just feeling overwhelmed with all of the new pack members and the changes happening, I think I got a little over excited.â
âI love that about you, you know? Youâre excitement over things, and how you want to be the best version of yourself for our pack. Youâre already an amazing Luna in your own right.â
Everlight excuses herself to the bathroom, and Namjoon clambers off his bed, bare feet leading him towards his cracked bedroom window. In the light of the almost full moon, he can now see the noises that drew his attention moments ago: returning members of his pack walking down the path to their homes.Â
Thereâs no mistaking it now. A warmth blooms from his groin, spreading higher until his neck grows hot from it as his nose and mouth feel thick with the sweetest bourbon honey scent. With you unaware of his gaze as you laugh with Seokjin and Sana, he feels jealousy boiling into his chest.
âMine.â
đđđ Friday - Full Moon
You wake up late on Friday morning, your body a little stiff and sore. You feel as if you slept with a heater on, sleep clothes clinging to your body due to the sweat that covers your skin. You try to shake it off, but the feeling doesnât go away, even after a cold shower.
Youâre not surprised you woke up mid afternoon after arriving back at Highcrest near midnight, but you suppose the excitement of whatâs to come will keep you awake the rest of the evening. You have to meet the elders for the pre-ceremony rituals at the start of moonrise, so you eat a light snack in the hopes it wonât trouble your stomach too much.Â
You know now that Sana is right. Your heat will kick in no later than tomorrow afternoon, with the confirmation of the night sweating and soreness symptoms appearing today, but you worry about what it will mean if you end up not being chosenâŠyouâll begin cramping and sink into Omega-space, leaving you vulnerable to other higher ranking pack members without a plan prepared to get you through your heat.
At quarter till six, you leave your home with a small bag of items and head to city hall, where Elder Aline waits for you and the other Omegas who planned to join the ceremony to arrive. Elder Aline was oldâshe worked closely with the Luna three times removed was in power, and lived to prepare both of her successors, and now would be helping to prepare this ceremony.Â
You hug your bag to your chest as the last of the group arrives: Everlight. She only looks slightly surprised to see you in the group of seven Omegaâs, but she fixes her facial features quickly and offers you a bright smile.Â
âI didnât expect to see you in the group!â Everlightâs tone is friendly enough, but the undercurrent of her words screams out territorial.
âOh, yeah, my roommate said I should come as an unmated Omega to take part in the ceremony. Itâs different from our previous packâs tradition, and if I hope to carry out my duties and help with future ceremonies, the best way to learn is to be part of it, right?â
Your answer makes sense, perfectly curated to help push away any questions that dig too deep into your motivations, including yourself. Part of you knew that it would be beneficial to you if the worst comes to fruition, but the other part, the more primitive part, knows the real reason is because the wolf inside of you longs for your mate to be Kim Namjoon. Â
Elder Aline calls for your attention, her weathered voice a calming stillwater that acts as a soothing balm to the nervous energy in your chest. She speaks to the group, sharing some information about how the rest of the night will play out before she leads your small group towards the outskirts of Highcrest, to the south of a small lake on the edge of the forest. The walk takes a bit of time to navigate the terrain, especially with an Elder leading.Â
You allow her moments to pause and rest, clearly fatigued from traipsing through high grasses and uneven dirt, but soon enough you are there, and placed along the treeline, a small clearing awaits you. She makes quick work of explaining the first ritualâs steps, and you allow her voice to lead you through the routine.Â
The cleansing ritual itself takes the better part of an hour, as everyone planning to participate strips down to enter the water under the light of the moon which now grazes the top of the trees. A small pouch filled with herbs and petals is handed to each of you to rid you of any lingering outside scents. You lather your skin, taking the time to clean every inch before stepping out to air dry. Itâs colder than you expected, but no one wants to risk masking their scent for the ceremony.Â
The elder had laid a simple white dress on the shore of the lake near your bag, and once dry, you sheathed your body with it, happy for the fabric to provide some warmth. She pulls a thermos from her bag along with small cups.
âPurified under the new moon,â she intones, handing you a steaming cup of tea. âRed azaleas, to pull out your emotions and attract your true mate.â
You sip it slowly, letting the heat warm your hands. The other women join you after the elder gives them each a cup, and you huddle in a circle, trying to stay warm.
âI think itâs good that we have so many of us for the ceremony,â Everlight speaks, her voice light and airy. âIt would be a boring ceremony if I was here by myself.â
Her words were clearly chosen carefully, meant to sound like a compliment to the others for their company, while laying claim to the role not yet given to her by the moon. You bristle, feeling your body heat up. Her comments were starting to annoy you, because a true Luna was not insecure or haughty. She was a healer, a person that others could go to when they needed strength, compassion, or empathy. Everlight seemed to have forgotten this.Â
âI think it is great that Highcrestâs tradition is different from ours, it feels moreâŠpure.â You donât know how else to describe it, but the act of having the alpha choose his mate through this ceremony feels like how it used to be. The elder hears you and her words confirm this.Â
âThis is the true ceremony. But come now, it is about time for us to begin.â
She leads you around to the north side of the lake. A small copse of trees had blocked the incoming sight, and now that you were closer, you could see the small gathering of pack members standing in a crescent. Â
Directing you to step into the open space, she takes your cups from each of you as the seven of you line up with ample space between each other. You look around nervously. The cold you felt earlier when you were wet and naked exiting the lake was gone; you notice that you feel hot. Youâve felt hot since drinking the tea.
The crowd murmurs quietly to one another as you look around for Sana, finally finding her to the right near the top point of the moon shape they were standing in. She waves at you, a smile breaking across her face as she takes you in.Â
All at once the noise in the forest dies out. The muttering follows suit, and Elder Aline steps before the crowd.Â
âBefore the great divide of the tribal lands, the Alphaâs mate was never set in stone until the ceremony was completed. Even if the Alpha had taken many lovers as a young pup, it matters not, for what the moon reveals is the truth. And an Alpha dare not disobey the moon, lest the pack fall weak.â
She then begins her tale of the history of the original tribe they descended from.Â
âMany, many moons ago, we once existed as a proud and noble pack led by an Alpha of unmatched strength and wisdom named Lycaon. Under his reign, our pack thrived, united as one for the good of the group. We honored the ancient laws dictated by the phases of the moon, for we knew the moon's power was both a gift and a curse. Before the divide, we could shapeshift along with the phases of the moon.
But Lycaon, with his pride swelling within him like a thunderous storm cloud, began to question the moon's choice for his fated mate. He refused his fated Omega, instead choosing who he wanted, and not who our celestial goddess knew our pack needed. Ignoring the warnings of his most trusted Betas, Lycaon decided that his unborn son would also choose his own mate, not the moon.
At first, this defiance seemed to have no negative impact. But before long, cracks began to appear between pack members. By refusing the moon's guidance, the pack ended up with an Alpha-chosen Luna who was not prepared for her role. The rejected Luna fell melancholy, and took her own life, saying she could not watch the ruin of her pack. Some wolves found themselves unable to control their shifting, and began to attack their own kin in fits of madness. Other pack members grew weakâtheir bodies unable to withstand the impact of their dual nature.â
The entire crowd was enraptured hearing the tale, as Duskfall members did not know the history, and you are among them in learning the true history of the divide.
âAs chaos descended upon our once-proud pack, Lycaon's authority waned as the full moon wanes. Desperate to maintain his grip on the pack, he resorted to ruling the pack with fear instead of respect. But his efforts only fueled the flames of discord, and soon, the pack was torn asunder by fights and betrayal.
In the aftermath of our pack's collapse, three new packs rose from the one, each led by a different wolf claiming to be the one true Alpha. They fought for the lands we stand upon today, with Lycaonâs son, Claudin, taking the hills to found Highcrest, and the other two packs fighting over the lower grounds. Claudin knew that in order to reclaim the strength and glory we had lost, he must not allow pride or the greed for power seduce him into betraying the moon.â
A low murmur swept through the crowd. You knew your former packmates had the same thoughts running through their mind as you didâcould this really be true? Was Alpha Tyvrinâs downfall predestined to happen in order to reunite the original pack? Elder Aline coughs, and you focus back on her.
âAnd so, this tale of Alpha Lycaon and our pack serves as a tale of caution for generations, a reminder of the dangers of hubris and the importance of respecting the ancient laws that govern our kind. Alpha Claudin rectified the treachery his father had done unto the moon, but we shall never shift again as punishment.â
A quiet settles upon the crowd, and the elder gestures to a group of children you didnât notice before. They step towards each of you, and she asks you all to kneel. The small child before you has a face like a cherub, full cheeks pulled tight as he shows his teeth to you, eyes disappearing in his delight.Â
He bequeaths a length of dark fabric, and his hands move so as to wrap the ends around your face, deftly knotting it behind your head. When you feel him step away, you stand back to full height. Your other senses are heightened, anxiety blossoming at what comes next. You hear footsteps, and sounds of awe and admiration sweep across the crowd stealing your nerves. You freeze in anticipation.Â
âAlpha Namjoon has done what we once thought impossible, uniting two tribes where whence was three, and we must continue to follow the moonâs guidance. We must not deceive ourselves. The moon will not lead us wrong. It will not lead him wrong.â
Seconds tick by as you wait, eyes furiously trying to see through the thick material stealing your sight. Seconds turn into minutes and you can hear the faint rustling of bare feet traveling across the grass, the weighted foot falls accompanied by heavy inhales of the still air surrounding the area. You know the Alpha has entered the clearingâcan feel a palpable shift in the energy as your body grows hotter by the second. His scent sings to you, and you whine lowly, wanting to follow it.
Again, the crowd responds to something unseen by you, this time it has your inner wolf crouching, tail down and ears backâshowing submission. Another whine escapes you, a little louder this time. Your distress must be filling the area around you, you can sense the crowdâs movement, reacting to your scent. You begin to panic, fearing that a distressed scent would push the Alpha to choose another, not the scared, submissive and pathetically whining bitch in heatâ
đđđ Friday - Full MoonÂ
Namjoon walks up to the clearing surrounded by his closest advisors, some of whom had been absent patrolling the borders and securing their land the past several weeks, and returned in time for the ceremony. As he approaches, the sounds in the forest quickly fade, as if sensing his arrival.
He waits for his signal to enter the clearing, far enough away that he can only smell the crowd of his pack members standing between him and the clearing where the Omegas will stand. Namjoon spent all day in the forest, away from town preparing for the ritual by hunting for game to be used for the meal to feed his mate before the knotting. He also had to follow the same cleansing tradition, bathing under the light of the full moon, drinking the purified new moon tea, and dressing in loose, white linen pants.
He tried his best to clear his mind from the events of the previous evening, and once he was away from the bustle of the town square, he found it easier to convince himself it was just a fluke. After years of being with Everlight, the idea of being fully committed must have made him feel a bit scared, so he latched onto the idea of something new, someone differentâŠyou.Â
Now, after his mindful afternoon in the forest, he knows he just has to trust the moon will lead him to Everlight, his mate. He knows her scent, knows it like he knows the taste of his momâs cooking or the sound of his fatherâs favorite whiskey bottle opening.
As the moon climbs higher, he waits, steadily listening as the crowd quiets and Elder Aline speaks, recounting the tale of the original tribe. As she gets close to finishing her tale, Namjoon is tapped on the shoulder by Beta Taehyung, who motions to the blindfold in his hand.Â
âItâs time, Alpha.â
Namjoon nods, taking the blindfold from the younger male and covering his dragon-shaped orbs. He fastens the knot, and he senses when another one of his trusted Betas approaches him.Â
âI have the pouch here. Make sure to smell it deeply beforeââÂ
Beta Jungkook is interrupted by Namjoon. âI know, I know. Smell it deeply before I let my inner wolf out to track my mate.â He lifts an open palm so Jungkook can place the small, organza fabric reticule into his hand.
When he hears his name, he knows thatâs his signal. He follows the sound of the elderâs voice to enter the clearing.
âAlpha Namjoon has done what we once thought impossible, uniting two tribes where whence was three, and we must continue to follow the moonâs guidance. We must not deceive ourselves. The moon will not lead us wrong. It will not lead him wrong.âÂ
Raising the small sack to clear his olfactory senses, he inhales a piece of his own clothing, a small handkerchief he kept on him all week. A trick using olfactory habituation to cleanse his palate from the surrounding smells, allowing him to only smell his mate. The crowd shifts, he can hear stilted murmurs about his physique being on display since he was shirtless as he walks past his pack.Â
Stepping fully into the clearing, he inhales deeply, and instantly he picks up the laundry scent that heâs so used to being surrounded by. Itâs definitely Everlightâs scentâheâs almost positiveâbut it has an edge to it, a slight tinge that heâs not used to smelling. The longer he stands there, the more the scent morphs into a cloying, headache inducing smell. Itâs almost fake, a manufactured scent that doesnât entice him.Â
He steps away from the smell of it, noting an undercurrent of something nice. The crowd reacts, confused at his actions, but he doesnât care. He knows he has to trust the moon. And that bourbon-honey scent? He wants more of that. Lifting the pouch again to his nose to rid it of the sickly sweet smell, he drops his hand after a few inhalations, allowing the soft honey smell to seep into his pores. Itâs alluring, growing more seductive by the moment, but then it takes on the additional bitter scent of anxiety, and Namjoon worries that something is wrong.Â
He can feel his inner wolf scratching to get closer, to protect, to save his mateâwhen he steps closer, the crowd reacts again, so he grabs at his blindfold, tearing it free so that he can get to you. He needs to calm you down, you need to feel safe, to know that your Alpha is here to protect you. Heâs closer to you than expected, and the whine you let out calls to him in more ways than one.Â
His body feels alight with flames, he can see youâre trembling. His hand moves without him thinking, gripping the blindfold and tugging it up and off your head.Â
đđđ Friday - Full MoonÂ
The light of the moon feels blinding as you blink to adjust your eyes to the sudden return of your sight before itâs eclipsed by the broad body of the Alpha. His breaths are almost frantic, a heavy panting that moves his shoulders with each exhalation as his wild eyes roam your face. His neck gland is hidden by a tied piece of cloth, masking his scent partially and you want to bury your face into him, seeking safety and comfort.Â
Your body responds to his proximity almost immediately, a simultaneous calming of the mindâs anxiety as physically you feel engulfed in a blaze, a sweat finally breaking out along your hairline as youâre thrown into full heat. Namjoonâs nostrils flare as he inhales you, his face looking triumphant as he kneels on one knee before you. He reaches for your hands, which tremble as he locks eyes with you.Â
âNamjoon, what the hell?!â Everlight stands several omegas down from you, her face free of the blindfold, which now dangles from her fingertips at her side. She doesnât move for a moment, not until she realizes the Alpha was not responding to her. Her steps donât falter as she gets closer to you, but your scent grows sour as you take in the murderous look on her face.
Namjoonâs movements are quick and fluid. He stands and postures himself, keeping you protected behind him as he shoves Everlight back with one hand.
âMine,â he growls. Everlight drops the blindfold, confusion blossoming upon her face.Â
Namjoon turns to you, grasping your cheeks gently in his hands. âMate.â
He throws his head back, and lets out a loud howl to the moon.Â
Chaos ensues. The entire field grows loud as some pack members celebrate the ceremonyâs success, while others gossip about the outcome. You can hear snippets of the conversations until another voice grows louder, shouting at the Alpha. Itâs Everlight, your brain registers, sheâs angry, her sour scent wafting in your direction as she screams.Â
Some Betas youâve never seen before hold her back, preventing her from coming closer to you and Namjoon. You back up, jostling into him, and the urge you had earlier grows so strong you donât hold back. Jumping into his arms, you bury your nose into his neck, and you instantly melt against him, fatigued. Namjoon is startled but holds you tightly, and you can feel when he begins to walk swiftly away from the crowd.
You donât question it, you just let your Alpha lead you to someplace safe. It takes a few minutes before you arrive at a small cottage, its windows lit with a soft glow. You recognize it for what it isâa mating cabin. Set far enough away from the town square that a newly mated Alpha and Luna can have alone time to get through the next few days.Â
Namjoon sets you down, but doesnât let you go. Opening the door, the first thing you see is a pack of water on the small wooden table. Itâs one large room, like a studio with an open concept. Thereâs a small kitchen set up to the left, and straight ahead is a large bed. The sheets are clean and welcoming, and you can feel your body beginning to cramp as your heat kicks in.Â
You knew it was comingâthe low-grade fever, mild cramping, and more recently, increased slick and pheromone production ever since Namjoon touched you in the clearing. You shuffle, uncomfortable as slick leaks out of you, trailing down your thigh slowly.
You can hear Namjoon inhale sharply, before heâs kicking the door shut and grabbing you firmly. He doesnât speak. His eyes say everything though, the adoration and lust sparkling in the low light in the room.Â
âAlpha.â Itâs a statement. Itâs a request.Â
His lips are on yours, devouring, tasting, suckling as if he canât get enough of you.
âHoney. You taste like sweet bourbon infused honeyâŠitâs intoxicating.â Namjoon kisses you again, this time his lips trail from yours to your neck. He teases you, teeth nipping at the skin as your thighs rub together seeking pleasure as he pulls sinful mewls from your throat. Your hands grip his upper arms, and you try to tug him towards the bed. You need him. You need his knot.Â
âPlease, Alpha,â you beg, and he shivers in your hold, aroused by your submissiveness. âNeed you.â
Namjoon lifts you up, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. You grind against him, biting his bottom lip aggressively. You feel so hotâburning upâand heâs the only thing that can cure you from this growing pain.Â
Your heat is in full swing, and you can tell itâs triggering your Alphaâs rut. Heâs trying to hold back, be gentle and slow, but when you push your leaking core against him, he gives in. His hands fumble with the waistband of his linen pants before his heavy cock springs free, fully erect and searching for your entrance. You move your waist to help the angle of his cock, as one hand holds your hip and the other holds the base of his shaft to align himself.Â
When the slight pressure on your slit gives, you thrust forward, forcing him inside you with ease thanks to your copious amounts of slick. You feel full, the head hitting in just the right spot. Attempting to create friction, you try to undulate your hips, but the resulting shockwaves from the tip meeting that sensitive spot causes you to clench around him.Â
He freezes, feeling the quickening of your walls and you yelp in surprise when he throws you on the bed. The loss of him inside you feels unfair, but he steps out of his pants and soon crowds your body with his own as he climbs over your body. A firm hand presses into the middle of your upper back, before he grips your hips and pulls them upwards. The dress slides down, revealing your bare backside to him and you feel more than hear the growl he lets out.Â
He leans against your body, ripping your dress up until you are able to slide the garment off your arms and throw it to the floor. A smack jolts you forward, but he adjusts you back into place. You feel his thumb drag over your slick covered folds, taunting you.Â
âAlpha!â you whine, and he chuckles before realigning his length to your throbbing core. At this angle, he reaches deeper inside of you, and he begins to rock his hips, thrust after thrust inside you. His large hand grips your chin, turning your head to the side.Â
âWant to see that pretty face as you cum on my cock, want to hear you cry for me when you take my knot.â His low baritone promises you pleasure beyond your imagination.Â
He licks up your spine, kissing and nuzzling into your neck, and you know it's the spot he wants to mark you at. You beg him to do it, but he just shakes his head against your skin. âNot yet, my love.â
He kisses you with every thrust he takes, before sitting up more to pin you down to the bed. His movements grow sharp, hands grabbing at your ass cheeks as he pounds into you. Switching up his movements, you canât believe he fucks so well when he begins to rotate his hips and slips his thumb into your mouth. You suck on it, drool leaking from your mouth onto the sheets as your legs shake.Â
You clench again, involuntarily spasming every few seconds and you know youâre closeâyou tell him as much.Â
âFuck,â he curses, and you grip the bedsheets as he adjusts his hold on you. His hands move to your hips and he arches your back even more as he speeds up his own movements. They're fluid, your slick making it almost effortless for him to please you, to take you from behind like this until heâs so deep he could feel himself poking through your stomachâ
âTake my knot, want you to have my pups, fuckââhe presses his hips flush to your ass, streams of his cum filling you up endlessly as your body wracks with euphoric release. You whine as you feel the intense pressure of his knot filling you before the pain of his marking bite overtakes your senses.Â
You feel overwhelmed in a good way, pain giving way to pleasure as the bite seals your mated status and his knot begins to slowly deflate. Once able, Namjoon rolls you over to face him, nuzzling into you as you hold him close. Your heat was sated for the time being, but you knew that soon you would be climbing him once again to meet your needs.Â
You wince as his nose grazes your fresh mark and he makes an apologetic face. Standing up from the bed, he grabs a bottle of water for you, twisting the cap off for you and proffering the drink.Â
You take a full swallow, quenching the thirst you didnât realize you had. Heats have a way of making you forget to take care of yourself in that way. The fatigue consumes you, and you drop back down to the bed. Namjoon takes the bottle from you and places it on the side table. His hands massage your calves, working his way along your thighs. His movements could put you to sleep, but you knew as well as he did that this reprieve would not last long. The moon shone through the window casting a faint glowing halo around Namjoonâs head.
He was yours.Â
In the moon's tender glow, we're born anew,
The night's canvas echoes our ancient call,
Omegas and Betas, to their knees they fall,
For the Alpha, bound by destiny's fate.
To lead, to fight, to protect, to mate,
In lunar hours, gaze upon the sky,
Let Luna's wisdom be your guiding light,
Her soothing touch to mend wounds that cry.
When crescent rises, we shall rise as one,
Aligned with moonrise, our time has begun.
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