#jaebum werewolf au

[little-lazuli]

𝚃𝚊𝚐 & 𝚆𝚒𝚙 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎

rules: post the name of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

tagged by: the amazing @thelargefrye , mahalo nui loa for the tag 🫶🏽🫶🏽

just a warning, somewhat long with little snippets and summaries for almost all of them, hope y’all enjoy 🤗

tagging: idk that many people 💀 so here’s some of their majesties, @jacksons-goddess-gaia @atiny-piratequeen @spooo00oky and anyone else wishing to play :)

K-pop wips

As I Told You: A whole class of college students and their professors who are meant to be returning home from a field trip finds themselves missing. No one knows where they went. Only to wake up one morning to find the missing folk returned and something off about them (manifest inspired au)

Box: Donghyuck reaches his limit and explodes, unloading like Pandora’s Box

What Do You See? Someone is kidnapping idols. It takes six months and five kidnappings to realize the pattern, as well as who just might be kidnapped next

Out: Jongho is the tenth victim and finds himself surrounded amongst his fellow kidnapped chingus

Outgrown: Donghyuck feels like his members have outgrown him. So why does he find it so hard to do the same?

Fairytale Extended Universe

Sister: Wicked-Witch!Seulgi wants to know where her sisters are, only to find out they are imprisoned in the Emerald City by the Wizard

Theater: Werewolf!Seungcheol and Vampire!Taeyong make common cause in an effort to defeat the Evil Queen

Consolation: Werewolf!Chan (Dino) spends his last minutes imprisoned in the Evil Queen’s castle alongside miner-dwarf!Donghyck and lost-boy!Jeongin before he set to be executed

Poison & Medicine alternate ending

Goodbye Light: Changkyun is unintentionally left at the mercy of foes and villains after a disagreement with his fellow superhero/heroine members

Magical Society Extended Universe: Jongho wakes up in the Joseon Dynasty with magical powers. However, he quickly learns that he isn’t the only one who came from the future, nor is he alone in having magic

Drunk serenade: You drunkenly serenade your bf/gf [insert idol name]

Expire: guard!Jackson hates that he fell in love with the dirty prisoner set to be executed… you (royal au)

Reign: king!namjoon, your husband has been away at war for a while now. Long enough for his political enemies to make a move on you and your/his families. Are you able to protect his reign without him by your side? (Iliad au)

Whirlwind: Assassin!Jisoo’s next target is you

High Tide: Serial-killer!Jennie makes a mistake when she forgets to get rid of the body in yalls trunk, revealing her…. bloody hobby to you once and for all

Acrimonious Garden: You and Rosé have very different perspectives on what it means to save the world

Pain: It wasn’t her fault she was labeled a horrible queen, a cruel queen, an evil queen. Nobody understood Lisa like you did, and that was the problem

starry night: Solar is the captain of her makeshift pirate crew… granted the title pirate is very loose considering it’s the twenty-first century and it’s not royal navies she has to avoid, but rather zombies

The prices we pay: werewolf!chan + werewolf-hunter!you = bad combination

Breathing Melatonin: Chanyeol has sleeping issues. You have a high libido. Do what you want, as you will

Honey Mango: Beekeeper!Mingi cuts a deal with you for some of your best products from your mango farm

Leave Me Lonely: today was supposed to be the day you and Jaebum said I do. Yet all you could do before closing your eyes forever was say, I love you (mafia au)

stay: what was harder, having a secret relationship or having some of [insert idol’s name] members dislike you?

Red Bottoms: Tonight was supposed to be a fun night out with friends. Yet here you are having to call spouse!idol to come and bail you out of jail

Made in the shade: you and hongjoong come from two entirely different worlds (grease au)

convicted: runaway-convicts!exo-sc find refuge with you. A lowly, quiet neighbor in your small town (inspired by the movie Labor Day)

Four Horsemen au (BTS hyung line)

Deranged: the tale of pestilence, a year has gone by since the armies of heaven and hell waged war upon earth. Though demons struck fear in the hearts of humans with easy, the true threat to humanity was those of white wings (jin)

Decimation: the tale of famine, three years into the human genocide, humanity sits on the brink of extinction. Yet aid comes in the most unlikely of forms (suga)

Dominion: the tale of war, the fifth year of the apocalypse is waning. The demons of hell have scurried away, whilst the angels make their final move towards human extermination. Yet, a rude awakening awaits them as the wrath of war awakes (j hope)

Descent: the tale of death, the seventh year of the apocalypse greeted humanity with a kiss. Heaven has fallen and hell has closed their gates, humanity make a resurgence. However, all good things come to the end, death has awoken, and awaits to feast upon all three realms of existence (rm)

Starships: "This foreign exchange program better be worth it" you thought as you signed into your Starship account. All you had to do was spend four hours of your day teaching english to your assigned foreigner whilst you learned a new language from them in return. It would have been easier if you could do this face to face, but N00000o, Ms. Rona decided to have everyone be put into quarantine. Now you had to waste away four hours, everyday, for the next semester, talking on a screen to some guy or gal you'll probably never meet. How ridiculous (college au)

Midnight Misfits: sugar spouse au

Three’s a cloud: jaehyun was flirty and single. johnny was angry and horny. you had an idea aka you and johnny sandwich jaehyun as a way to teach him a lesson

Lunar Kiss: werewolf!Jaebum is reluctant and in rut. You are a human. His human though so…

Luxury: Your whirlwind relationship with up and coming CEO Wonho was sudden, perfect and immaculate. That is until you find out he’s the heifer trying to buy out your entire childhood neighborhood, your home and your job (ceo au)

She’s a monster: You’re trapped reliving the same horrible day again and again. Watching Jackson draw his last breath in horrific and terrifying ways over and over. You didn’t know what the problem was. Until you did. And it broke your heart when you did (Groundhog Day au)

$200 Pizza: you and Changbin rack up a debt you can’t pay, luckily the auntie who runs the shop is willing to let y’all work the debt off for the whole day in exchange

Deep Patience: kyungsoo’s goal in life was your happiness. As such, hearing that you desire to have a kid, he has a plan to surprise you with such wonderful news for your birthday. One problem though… according to his calculations, he only had one day left to enact his plan

Oopsie: Wonho saves the day after you slip in the tub

Twisted dreams: Taeyong notices you acting different after a series of nightmares (ghost au)

Push & pull: Pirate!Mingi is washed ashore a beach village and taken in by you and yours. He looked forward to the day he could repay you for your kindness and seek your hand in that of love. Yet the universe spits in his face as it seeks to exact vengeance for his past in the worst possible way (pirate au)

Haunting: the spirits haunting your house works hard, but Ghost-hunter!Johnny works even harder (ghost harder au)

Well damn: you and soobin, besties who have been tip toeing around some unspoken emotions find yourselves stuck at the tippy top of a unmoving rollercoaster

Walker: Geumhyuck had one job. Watch the kids. You thought he had the job taken cared of. Well if that included him getting stuck in your baby’s walker, then he greatly succeeded

Asoiaf wips

Shades of a Man: Shady Shin, the waterbending gangster of the Republic Triads makes wakes as Dorne’s first ever ice merchant (Lok crossover)

Divine Affliction: Princess Eska of the Northern Water Tribe becomes the High Chiefess of Hardhome (Lok crossover)

Perpetual Storm: Jason Grace, demigod son of Jupiter falls in love in his second life, to a woman named Argella Durrandon. And then Aegon made his landing in Westeros (PJO crossover)

The Apothecary: Lee Fletcher awakes in Westeros and founds a citadel of revolutionary healing (PJO crossover)

The Knight of Floods: Percy awakes in Westeros and rises in ranks of nobility following his defiance of the Lannisters in the War of the Five Kings (PJO crossover)

Webbed Fingers & Cheese: Percy wakes up on the shores of the Three Sisters and works his way into becoming the Lord of the isles (PJO crossover)

Westeros On Earth: the continent of Westeros finds itself attached to Greenland and facing a potential religious persecution and invasion from the superpowers of 1400s Europe

The Lady of Dragonstone: OC Female Baratheon twin sister of Stannis Baratheon who is sentenced to rule Dragonstone following her aid in getting Queen Rhaella and her retinue to escape before her brother’s assault on the island

A Tale of Two Heirs: The love story of Brandon Stark and Shireen Baratheon

From The Depths: Ursula the Sea Witch arrives in Westeros (ouat crossover)

Bitter Work: An earthbender creates a refuge/oasis in Dorne (atla crossover)

Trial At Heart: Drogon burns Jon after he kills Daenerys and takes Jon back in time (time travel fix it)

A Wine A Day: Male OC Redwyne defends the Reach from Euron Greyjoy

Lost Lion: Jaime saves Aegon and Rhaenys, escaping with them to Essos and taking refuge in the Ruins of Valyria itself

The Witch of Harrenhal: Medea of Colchis conquers the Riverlands and learns what it means to be human (PJO crossover)

What if Viserys was competent? No golden crowns for this clown

What if the Rhoynar kept their magic? Waterbending in Dorne?????

What if Jon Snow never joined the Nights Watch Part 2?

Frozen Fires au: Jon Snow, the bastard son of Brandon Stark & Ashara Dayne

Harry Potter wips

Something Blue: Harry gets Fred something blue as a wedding gift

Crossover Idea: Ron and Tonks are blasted out of the sky during the Battle of 7 Potters… the blast has Ron waking up in [insert new world name].

Regards: In retaliation for Ruldolphus Lestrange’s death during the Battle at the Department of Mysteries, Rabastan & Bellatrix attack the Burrow and kidnap Ron

The Black Bastard: An illegitimate child of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black makes his mark on the Wizarding World

The Story of Celesta Prewett: Fabian Prewett’s daughter finally meets her paternal relatives

The Story of Yo Jinwoo: Part fairy-wizard male oc who falls in love with Ginny Weasley, not knowing she’s already in love with the one and only Harry Potter

Vanishing Series

Outtakes: Witch Weekly Issue #6799

Hiraeth Series

Outtakes: The Silver Grimoire - The private grimoire of the silver quartet

Alone: Ron’s sorting

War: Muriel Prewett meets her match in Astoria Greengrass

War Part 2: Ron and Daphne leave the Prewett estate to join the war

Thief: Ron and the quartet are caught by Bill Weasley ditching school to sell the items of the Room of Requirement

Pink: Ron saves Daphne from boiling solution in year two

M.A.D: Tracey explains nukes to the silver quartet

Accident: Theo uses sectumsempra on Ron

Scared: Ron temporarily disappears in the chaos of the 1994 Quidditch World Cup

Lady: Daphne becomes the lady of Greengrass following her parents’ murders

[kpopyourcherryy]

Primal Instincts - (M/H)

We’re so sorry for the delay, but we really hope your wait was worth it~  Here is the first of the Halloween smuts- brought to you by myself and my lovely @dont-run-up <3 P.s. leave some comments so we know how we did ^^

Genre; Smut with a fun swirl of Horror~ 

Length; 6,600+ words

Kinks; primal kink, predator/prey, creampie, dirty talk, breeding/mating kink, pregnancy risk 

AU; Werewolf

“Run.” The deformed command that fell from Jaebum’s mouth had Y/N running for the back door out of their cabin. Fear had overridden logic as she bolted past her shoes and off the deck. The soft earth beneath her feet was a mild comfort as she ran for her life. Forest leaves exploded in color as the sunset washed over them. Oak and maple leaves littered the forest floor forming a radiant carpet of yellows, reds and golden browns. Y/N’s barely covered feet ran over them, uncaring of the wonders around her. She looked to the sky only to see the sun slowly dipping below the horizon. Birds screamed warnings of impending danger above her. Quickly they flew overhead leaving her in their dust. The young woman whimpered wishing she could take flight just like them, to leave and return to Seoul.

Sokcho was supposed to be a beautiful weekend destination for Y/N and her beau. They’d gotten some time off for Chuseok and decided to spend it alone for the first time. Everything was planned, their stay, the touristy shit they’d wanted to partake in and even their last day of lounging. Jaebum was the one to suggest the mountains this far north, said it would “bring them closer to all the natural parts of themselves.” Y/N had to laugh at the irony of that one. Is this how her ancestors felt, running from larger things that wanted to eat them? Fear was a powerful thing, it kept her legs pumping despite the fire in her chest. 

As she ran deeper into the woods the trees became closer, the roots thicker and more untamed. Thump. Thump. Thump. Y/N blood rushed in her ears, the birds long gone, all she could hear was the sound of her heart. She swore it was going to pop out of her chest at any moment; until then she kept going, bobbing and weaving through the underbrush. Thu-thump. Thump. Thump. That wasn’t her heart. Y/N broke out in a petrified sweat. She wondered how he’d caught up so fast and whether she’d collapse before he caught her. 

When the sun bid its final farewell Y/N’s eyes stung with tears. Her throat tightened as she sighed with frustration. She’d stopped running who knows how long ago. Her feet throbbed in complaint from the effort they’d put in earlier. Somewhere along the way, She’d lost her hunter and for that, she was supremely grateful. She sat with her back against a towering oak tree, coughing as air filled her burning lungs. Tears still trickled down her face as she thought about the predator that was once her beloved. Though relief filled her to the very brim, knowing he was far behind her, she had this gut-wrenching feeling that he wouldn’t let up. He would stop at nothing to have her in his grasp once again.

Her tears came to a halt as her breathing steadied out. The cold sweat that previously drenched her hair and clothes slowly dried up as the delicate, cool autumn winds brushed against her. Exhaustion began to consume her as her mind raced, Y/N wanted this to be some sort of long, twisted nightmare- one that she’d eventually wake up from and be in her bed next to the loving man she once knew.  The thoughts, or hopes, that burdened her quickly dissolved as the sound of dried twigs and leaves crunching interrupted the small moment of peace the heavens had given her. Tucking her knees into her chest, she buried her face between them; hoping and praying that he wouldn’t find her. 

Jaebum twisted his neck, cracking it loudly while a loud roar escaped him. With a single sniff in the air, her divine scent invaded his nose; giving away her position. It would be child’s play to just drag her away from her hiding place, but where was the fun in that? He wanted to lull her into a false sense of security. He wanted to hear that lovely relief filled sigh as she slumped back, before ripping that away- replenishing her fear.  He stalked closer to her hiding spot, just to warn her of his presence while simultaneously starting his cruel game of hide and seek as he walked right passed her. A devilish grin sprawled across his face, baring his knife-like canines knowing damn well that her petrified gaze was glued to him. 

The game had begun. 

Y/N watched with her breath caught in her throat as his tall form disappeared into the trees and darkness ahead. Despite not being able to see him anymore the sound of the ground crackling beneath his feet still rang throughout the woods but the further the sounds became, the safer she felt. 

Scooting as close to the base of the tree as she could, she rested her head against the rough bark; allowing soft breaths to leave her. She needed to think of a plan. She needed a foolproof way to escape her horrid fate, but she knew even with the distance they had between them now he’d catch her with ease. As she kept her eyes fixated in the direction she last saw him, her mind seemed to lose track of her surroundings. Her relaxation, in a way, disconnected her from her reality.  

Her exhaustion made her limbs tremble like a leaf blowing in the breeze. Y/N kept her arms tucked into her chest hands under her armpits. The cold started to roll in with a fog covering the forest floor. The young woman wished she had a coat and some damn shoes. Her body tensed with every shiver and shake. Her fear was burned in the pit of her anger. Y/N could no longer afford to cry, afraid the tears would freeze on her face. She lifted herself off the ground, peeking beyond the tree. Her feet were stones, careful to not rustle any leaves, Y/N rubbed herself with fallen pine needles and soil. If she could hide her scent and move in the fog bank, maybe she could escape back to the cabin and get the hell out of dodge. Maybe she could get Jaebum some help.

Jaebum’s words from earlier deafened all other thoughts. Maybe he was right, maybe this did bring her closer to nature. Y/N walked on her toes, whipping her head back and forth as she looked for any sign of his presence. She felt raw, all things besides her wits has been ripped from her in a matter of seconds. They’d been lounging on the floor, watching the sky through the skylight overhead. She’d been laying on Jaebum’s chest listening to his heartbeat as he lazily ran his fingers over her hip. The couple murmured honey sweetened words back and forth-- discussed their itinerary for visiting the national park nearby.  

The moon was faint in the sky, an outline of the celestial body hung ever so just above them when things went awry. Jaebum’s gentle caresses on Y/N’s skin became rough, kneading the flesh. 

“Jae, Baby, you okay?” She sweetly hummed.

“Yeah, fine.”  The singer rearranged them, burying his face in Y/N’s stomach as he lay between her legs.

He nipped and licked at her making noises of discontent as if he was searching for something. Jaebum’s heavy breath so near her core made Y/N squirm. She could feel the lust cresting and breaking within her. She tensed the muscles in her legs and back, arching off the floor, a temporary reprieve. Jaebum continued to nose at her and rub his hands along her thighs. It was rare that he gave so much thought to clothed touching. Y/N carded her hands through his hair playing with the floppy strands.

“More. Please,” Jaebum groaned leaning up into her hands.

Y/N ran her nails along his scalp- played with the hairs at the base of his neck, enjoying the quiet intimacy. The pinks and oranges of the sky burned brightly, a tapestry of decaying clouds against a soft, warm background. Y/N looked down her body to see Jaebum’s squishy cheek pushed against her abdomen. His eyes were closed as he breathed in her scent, her heartbeat in time with his own.

“You smell mouthwatering, you know,” he sighed.

Y/N pulled herself up onto her elbows, “I smell normal. Same perfume and everything.”

“No, you don’t. I want to eat you,” Jaebum confided sucking on Y/N/’s skin.”I want to eat you so badly..” 

His teeth began to rake against her skin as he took harsh little nips, her sweet scent enticed this primal heat inside him. He knew what was coming. He lived with this curse all his life and always had it in control until he met her. She brought out the monster that was caged inside him. Wrapping his hands around the backs of her thighs, Jaebum continued to trail further down his lover’s body; ghosting his plush lips over her lower abdomen before stopping just above her core.

“God..” He rasped, peering up at her through his lashes as he deeply inhaled the heat that emanated off her. “Your scent drives me insane. I don’t know if I can control myself much longer.” 

She shivered at his words, lust gradually consuming her; dissipating any confusion they brought, “Take me, Jae..” She airily replied, biting down on her lower lip as her hip instinctively bucked toward him. “Show me how insane I make you.” 

Dipping his head low, her boyfriend’s shoulders rose in an inhumane way as these demonic growls slipped him. Her heart race as she scooted away from him, propping herself up on her knees. 

“J- Jae?” She stuttered, resting a hand on his shoulder. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you sick?” His movements came to a halt as his head rose from his slump state. Her heart practically stopped in her chest as he bared wolf-like canines, “J- Jae, what’s happening to you?” 

The man scoffed, licking his lips as he turned his fatal stare towards her; fixating his yellow orbs on her startled form.  “Run.”

As Y/N recalled her last pleading sentences to him and his heart attack-inducing command before shit hit the fan, she couldn’t help but shake her head at the overwhelming irony of it all. This is what she asked for, though, isn’t it?  Crawling through the fog back, she rubbed the damped soil and decaying leaves on her body every few feet she moved. She couldn’t risk the chance of her scent coming through, even if it were only for a moment. 

Jaebum followed close behind though, staying high in the trees; watching as she cleverly attempted to camouflage herself. His kind were excellent climbers and their stealth was unlike any other predator. He remembered hearing his human friend’s listening to their parent’s scare them with stories of how his kind, 늑대 인간, would move so silently that you would never guess they were behind you unless they wanted you to know.  Moving from branch to branch with grace, his sharp gaze never left you. Parted of him wanted this game of cat and mouse to go on, but his craving for her was slowly becoming too overwhelming for him to control. 

“My silly little Y/N..” He hummed to himself, smirking as he made his way down the trees while you remained clueless to his presence. 

Y/N panted as she tried to keep her body low, staying on her knees as elbows as she continued to move. Her body ached more than she previously thought, her biceps throbbed and her knees stung as the small scraps that the rough ground under her gave her beaded with drops of blood. She stopped for a second or so, catching her breath while lifting her head to peak over the thick blanket of fog just to see if by chance she had gotten close enough to the cabin to make a run for it. She could see the tip of the slanted roof. It was a beacon of light in this hellish darkness.  She ran toward the cabin in reckless abandon. This was her only chance, one straight sprint would get her there. With her mouth open, gasping for air, she pushed her legs to carry her to safety. The distance disappeared beneath her feet. 100 yards melted into 50, into 25, she could make out the door, it was still gaping from her frenzied scramble. Y/N could already feel the tears of relief stinging at the corners of her eyes, a small hysterical giggle fell from her mouth. 

Jaebum licked his lips as his darling took off again. They were much closer to the cabin now. He followed, whizzing through trees, catching branches with his claws. The scent of Y/N’s tears cut through her feeble camouflage. He could see the top of her head as she dashed for their door. A growl rumbled in Jaebum’s chest as he closed in on Y/N, the hunt was over. He descended upon her quickly wrapping his arms around her chest and hips. 

Y/N felt the air leave her lungs when those hands wrapped around her frame. Time slowed to a crawl- her eyes focused on the door, as she was lifted off the ground. Just a little farther. She was so close. She hadn’t heard him behind her, was sure that he was still searching in the other direction. A screech ripped itself from her throat as she struggled to get away from Jaebum, she wasn’t going to die here.

Y/N’s wail rung in Jaebum’s ears. As much as he liked hearing her scream, he’d preferred when it entailed his name. The way his sweetling struggled in his arms made him all the more aroused. The scent of his own heady lust rubbing against Y/N’s scent made Jaebum groan. The chase was complete and he’d caught his little prey. Her heart was pummeling her ribcage as they stood there.

“Baby, it’s just me,” Jaebum rasped, nipping at her jaw and rubbing his hand along her waist. “It’s just me…”

Y/N’s only retort was a broken whimper as she went lax in his arms. Her muscles burned and her head was cloudy with exhaustion. The werewolf continued to soothe his beloved the best he could. He’d gone a little overboard and scared the daylights out of her. Gently, he rotated Y/N, picked her up and proceeded back to the cabin. Her breaths deepened as curled into Jaebum for warmth. His chest puffed out as he strut through the cabin door. The heat in the house had all but dissipated, leaving a chill in the air. Jaebum closed the door with a swift kick. 

The washroom was designed in a “honeymoon suite” style  Most things were overwhelmingly opulent and plated in gold. The smell of water stained metal assaulted Jaebum’s nose, its sharp scent making the werewolf scrunch up his face. A gargantuan standing tub sat along the far wall, its sleek minimalist design made it every so slightly less tacky Jaebum thought. Y/N stirred in his arms as he deposited the both of them on the plush foot mat in front of the tub.  Carefully, he removed her tattered clothing as he looked over every bruise and scratch. Her knees had garnered a couple scrapes as did her hands and feet. Her ankle felt a bit swollen in his hand but nothing a hot bath and an ACE bandage couldn’t fix.  Heat rose up on the back of his neck and settled in his cheeks. He’d let his instincts get the best of him. Even now, the soft scent of earth and the sweat that clung to Y/N’s skin made his head fuzzy.

Y/N could smell lavender and chamomile, her favorite soap. The sound of sloshing waters reached her ears next. Was she dead? The last thing she could remember was Jaebum catching her right before she reached the door. Slowly she peeled open her eyes to see what she believed to be the afterlife, only to find herself in her bathroom. A pair of broad shoulders- Jaebum’s shoulder’s blocked her view of everything but the ceiling.

“You’re up, that’s good. I was starting to get worried,”  Jaebum began, “I ran you a bath, it’s got some witch hazel, and all that other stuff you use in it.” The sound of Y/N’s heart clanging in her chest made Jaebum grip the edge of the edge of the tub.“I’m not going to hurt you, despite what you may think. I-I should apologize. I chased you when you weren’t ready and that wasn’t fair. Let me help you into the tub and I’ll let you be.”

Y/n shivered as Jaebum scooped her naked form off the floor and set her in the tub. The small grains of Epson salt washed against her arms and sank between her toes. Water lapped at her wounds as she set her head back on the edge of the tub. Her eyes wandered to where Jaebum shuffled about, gathering the remnants of her dirty clothing. He’d yet to look her in the eye, or explain what exactly happened.

“J-Jae, what happened out there?” Y/N questioned mousily, sinking deeper into the comforting warmth of her bath.

Stopping just before reaching the door, Jaebum sighed, running his fingers from his shaggy jet black hair as he attempted to think of the best way to explain everything to her, but he couldn’t think of anything. He just needed to tell her the truth, the whole truth- no matter how bizarre it sounded. As he opened his mouth to speak, he found his words caught in his throat. He began to fear that she would run out of his life and he’d lose her forever. 

“I’ll explain everything if you really want me to, but..” He began, turning back ever-so-slightly as his voice trailed off for a moment. “..but I just need to know you won’t run away from me afterward.” 

Her heart instantly ached as he sensed the intense fear that radiated off him. In a way, it seemed more intense than the terror she felt in the woods.  “Tell me,” Y/n boldly replied, her eyes climbing up his toned figure as he turned to face her completely; their gazes locking. “I need to know what happened. I swear I won’t ever run from you, but I need to know. I felt like I was going to die out there..” 

Y/n’s eyes stayed glued on her boyfriend, just watching as he made his way over to her. His eyes flickering up and down; from you back to the floor. He was so handsome it made her heart flutter and body ache for him. It was so hard to believe that he was the predator that chased her through the forest just moments before.  Jaebum sighed, as he knelt beside the tub. His arms resting on the edge, then laying his head against them. 

“I’m, obviously, not a hundred percent human.” He said, still avoiding eye contact with her. “I come from a long line of others like me, but I guess that’s not what you want to know right now…” 

As his voice anxiously trailed off, her hand slowly rose from the water. “Just tell me what happened to you tonight..” She sweetly replied, gently running her slender fingers through his untamed hair. “This has never happened before, why now?” 

That honey-sweet smile of his appeared the second he felt your comforting touch. “Well, we live in Seoul. I guess my senses were just really dulled by the smog and the number of people constantly around us, but being here-” He immediately began, relaxing into the palm of your hand as your nails raked against his scalp. “-being here just heightened it all. It makes me feel everything that I’m normally not able to.” 

“Well then,” She said, his vague words only fueling her curiosity. “What are you feeling? Or better yet... What feeling had you acting so damn nuts?” His soft smile gradually dissipated as he once again searched for his words. 

“I- I’m..” Jae stuttered, finding confidence and comfort in your caress. “I’m in heat, y/n. I didn’t know it until we got here though- until we laid together. I could just feel this intense need to mate consume me the more I sensed how fertile you were. It was fucking maddening, and it still is, but after the scare I gave you…” Slowly he turned, pressing his cheek into your palm before planting apologetic kisses from the center to your wrist. “...but after the scare I gave you I’m trying my hardest to contain myself.” 

Her thumb gently brushed against his cheekbone, watching as his pillowy lips continued to plant the sweetest of apologies up her arm. Biting her lower lip, she began to feel this attraction- this need inside her coil up as Jae’s enticing words filled her head. 

“Why?..” She faintly began, scooting closer to him. “Why didn’t you just explain all of this to me before?” 

Jaebum huffed, shrugging as he finally locked eyes with her, “I was just really scared I’d lose you. That you’d be completely freaked out about who- what I really am, and you’d run off and find someone, ya know, normal.” 

Y/N’s eye softened at his admission. Truthfully, she couldn’t blame him. Anyone normal would probably have run for the hills. His eyes were still the gorgeous mahogany they’d always been. Rich in color and depth, they always drew her in. His lips were a rosy pink, shapely with perfect cupid’s bow. The two moles above his eye and just below his eyebrow remained, a favorite place to lay soft kisses. Y/N’s body warmed at the thought of kisses, particularly Jaebum’s kisses. They never failed to be sensual and arousing.  Jae’s groans and gentle nips on her throat pulled Y/N from her thoughts.

“What are you thinking about,” Jaebum let out another throaty whine “baby, please yo-you smell fantastic.

Jae leaned over the edge of the tub and sucked at the juncture of Y/N’s throat and shoulder. He knew he should stop, he didn’t want to scare her again but it was too much. Her heady scent filled the bathroom and Jaebum happily drowned in it. Their hands gently began to explore one another. Jae’s calloused fingertips tenderly drew hearts against her glistening breasts, lightly pinching and tugging at her pert nipples. 

“Y/n, babygirl..” He hungrily purred, his warm breath brushed against the crook of your neck; sending chills down your spine. “I want you so badly. I want to feel you from the inside-” His words seemed to grow frantic, desperate, as your nails dragged across his toned chest and your delicate whimpers left your redden lips.  “I need you, princess..” His tone turned into a deep growl while he slowly rose from his spot beside the tub. “I can’t take it anymore..” 

Y/n’s eyes fixated on him as he hooked his fingers around the hem of his shirt, pressing her thighs together as he pulled the offensive material off in a quick motion before getting to work on his jeans. Within seconds he was naked and stepped into the tub with her; wedging himself between her legs. 

“Come here..” He hummed through gritted teeth, pulling her up onto his lap. His large hands tightly held her hips as her heat grazed his hardening member. “You’re so beautiful-” He mewled, pressing his lips against her supple breasts while his arms began to snake around her waist. “I just want to destroy you, and fill you up..” 

Lust automatically clouded every part of her mind, it consumed her until nothing was left. His sinful words seemed to entrance her, and his touch had her body craving more. 

Her hips instinctively rocked against his manhood, filling the room with a lewd mix of their sounds. “Do it..” She whimpered, resting her head against his shoulder; gasping as he bucked up towards her wanting heat. “Use me, Jae… Fuck me any way you want, I just want you to use me.” 

Jaebum couldn’t help but to chuckle at his princess’ request, “You shouldn’t say that, little one,” He faintly warned, nipping at her collarbone gradually making his way down her chest. “I’ll lose control, again. I don’t want to scare you..” 

Y/n halted her movements while lifting her head off his shoulder, her dilated eyes scanned his face- admiring the way his lips pressed together in an attempt to contain the starved predator inside him. Leaning down, her lips stayed less than an inch away from his as she rested her forehead against his. Their wet bodies stayed entangled in one another causing the tension between them to intensify. 

His hands trailed up her back, grazing the nape of her neck before gripping her hair. “I want you to though,” She murmured before delicately kissing the corners of his mouth. “Lose control, my love… Mate with me..” 

Mate with me.. The instant those words left her lips, he could feel the heat inside him become a wildfire. His fingertips pressed into your scalp before his blunt nails raked down her back. Without a word he flipped the script, next thing Y/N knew, her back was against the tub, legs wrapped around his waist.  

Jaebum grasped his manhood at its base while running the tip along her slit, adoring the way her mouth opened as faint whines broke free. He wanted nothing more than to just slam his lengthy member deep inside her and feel her sweet, intoxicating warmth. Y/n had a fun little idea of her own, a less frightening version of their previous game. 

“N- Not yet, babe..” She airily stuttered, untangling her legs from around him- gradually rising from the water. “First,” she impishly smirked, feeling his prying eyes fixate on her figure as she stepped out of the tub; grabbing one of the many fluffy white towels, wrapping it around herself. “First, you’ll have to find me.” 

Jaebum stared stunned as Y/N dashed from the bathroom, faint giggles trailing behind her. A growl emanated from his chest, she was going to get it, one way or another. Her scent filled the cabin, top to bottom, it would be a little more difficult to find her inside.

He crept along the bedroom wall listening for any sign of Y/N. The television hummed in the background, muting the noise of outside.  His heart leapt in his chest, she was somewhere close, he could still feel her warmth.

“Baby, where are you,” Jaebum called out, honey dripping from his words. He waited for a shuffle, a giggle, anything and only received silence. He had to laugh a the situation. How could she have hidden herself so well? A smile carved its way into Jaebum’s face as a plan formed in his mind.

“Sweetie,” he drawled, “When I find you, and I will, I’m going to take you on our bed in every position you can think of… and then some. Can’t you see it? Your legs wrapped around my face as I slide my tongue over your clit. I know you love it when I spell my name.”

Jaebum spoke of the nastiest thing to get Y/N riled up enough to pinpoint her heartbeat. Instead, he was gifted with the sound of a faint moan and scent of her soaking heat. Jaebum quietly tiptoed to the panel being the bedroom door. They’d noticed it when they first arrived but didn’t think too much of it. It was colored like the rest of the wall but, jutted out just a bit. He crouched in front of it and felt along the edges until he found the latch. He jingled it a few times, pretended to miss it with his nails just to keep Y/N’s heart rate up.

She knew her boyfriend was playing her for a fool as he jingled the small latch. His grumbles were laced with husky laughter and thickened with lust. Still she hoped he would just open the tiny door and take her like he’d promised. The throbbing between her legs came faster and harder as she thought about his words from moments before. Images of them sweaty and tangled flashed before her eyes. Jaebum would be grinding into her slowly, watching as she came around him again.  Y/N’s eyes would roll back as he fucked her through an orgasm and straight into another one.

The latch came open promptly. Y/N squinted as she readjusted to the light in the bedroom. Jaebum kneeled in front of the hole, staring at her with a smirk on his mouth. “Found ya.”

Wordlessly, Y/N removed herself from the crawlspace and dropped her towel. The time for games was over. Circling her arms around Jaebum’s neck she whispered, “Take what you want. Give me what I need.”

Jaebum pulled her naked flesh flush against him as he bent his head to kiss her. He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, teasing. The feeling of her fingers tangling in the hair at the base of his neck pushed Jaebum over the edge. He opened her mouth with his own and kissed her deeply. He nipped at her lips, licked into her mouth making Y/N groan into his kisses. Jaebum took his time, gave her sensuality as he rubbed his hands along her ass.

“That’s my girl,” Jaebum panted between kisses, “all wet and ready for me.” His hands traveled over Y/N body smoothing fingertips on every crevice and expanse of skin. Jaebum moved his hand between them to feel Y/N’s core. The werewolf groaned into his lover’s neck, “Oh fuck, you're dripping down your legs. Baby, let me taste you.”

Jaebum's words had Y/N clenching around nothing. Y/N’s flush had grown, covering her face and chest. She was melting at the feel of his hands. He palmed her pussy, making her even more drenched. The empty feeling inside was maddening. Y/N ground down in feeble hopes that at least one finger would slip inside of her. 

That pompous grin of his sprawled across his face as he watched her desperate attempts to find some friction. His tongue licked along her throat up to the side of her face, “You’re so fucking needy for me, baby,” He groaned, curling his fingers just enough to drive her wild. “Look at you grinding your sweet little cunt against my hand like a bitch in heat.” 

His words were dangerously sexy, every single one that left his kiss-swollen lips, left Y/n dying for more.   “Pl-Please don’t tease me anymore, Jae..” She whimpered, her lips quivered while still rocking her hips. “I’ll fucking explode if I don’t have you inside me soon.” 

“Is that so?” He asked, tilting his head ever-so-slightly as his sharp gaze burned holes into her heated body. Without warning, he retracted his hand from her core then gripped the backs of your thighs- lifting her in a fluid motion.   He tightly held her in his arms, walking towards the bed. “Then, maybe I’ll give you what you want,” He lowly added, tossing her down onto the mattress. “Only after I have a taste.” 

Grabbing her ankles, he harshly yanked her towards the edge of the bed. “Mhmm, your scent is so fucking intoxicating..” He purred, pressing his lips against her inner ankle slowly inching his way down her calf; stopping just as he reached her thigh. His blunt canines scraped along her alert flesh, “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore, then once I’m done I’m going to pump you full of my cum. I want it dripping out of this pretty little pussy..” 

Y/N moaned at the mental image. She knew Jaebum would be true to his word. He tossed her legs over each shoulder and bent forward, taking a broad tongue to Y/N’s pussy. The heat of his mouth pushed Y/N closer to the edge of orgasm. She propped herself up to see Jaebum staring at her as he gave a particularly savage suck to her clit.

“Still with me baby,” Jaebum chuckled into Y/N thigh. 

“O-Oh God! Jae, please no more,” Y/N begged, “Fuck me.”

Jaebum snarled at the neediness in her voice. It drove him completely insane. He wished he could verbalize how the scent of her arousal made him dizzy with desire, how he swung between wanting to devour her forever and fucking her full of his cum. He opted to continue lapping at her cunt. Y/N’s screams and moans were the sweetest music to his ears. She thrashed about trying to escape the sensation of Jaebum licking into her. He held her still with a forearm as he stroked her insides with his other hand.

“I can feel you clenching around my fingers. Cum for me, Y/N,” Jaebum rasped.

The coil in Y/N abdomen unfurled rapidly. Her back arched off the bed with the intensity of her orgasm. She keened as euphoria washed over her, “Ah! Yes! I- I’m coming~.” 

Jaebum lifted her limp body back onto the bed crawling in right behind her. The hunger in his eyes was illuminated by their changing color. His once deep brown eyes had become a luminescent gold. He smirked at Y/N’s awed expression, crawling over her. 

“Here, let me help you,” Jaebum murmured placing soft pecks on Y/N’s collarbones. He rubbed his hands over her breasts thinking of how swollen the would be when she was pregnant with their children. His dick twitched at the thought. He swirled a rough tongue around one nipple and then the other. Y/N groaned as he lapped at her chest. The wet heat of his mouth and the roughness of his tongue had her ready to cum again. 

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as the empty feeling came back. She’d decided to take control and pulled Jaebum up from his ministrations by his hair.

“I said, fuck me.” She aggressively mewled. 

Jaebum’s face broke out into a crooked, sinister smile. “Of course, Angel. I just need to on your hands and knees.”

Y/N eagerly flipped over, pushing her ass out and wiggling it taunting what she believed to be the man behind her. Little did she know he’d been replaced with a feral beast. Jaebum admired the woman before him The curve of her hips looked like made for his hands. 

“God-” He snarled as a hefty growl erupted from his throat. “I love seeing you like this…” 

His hands automatically ran up her sides, grazing her breasts before moving back down to her bum. 

Smack! 

His hand harshly connected with her ass causing Y/N’s to jolt forward- her pained whines filled the room as he struck her again and again. 

Smack! Smack! 

As his short assault came to an end, he bent over and peppered sloppy kisses against the afflicted area. “Mhmm you’re ass always looks so pretty bright red, babygirl..” He snickered while lifting one foot onto the bed; preparing to fuck her like never before. “How badly do you want my cock?” He jeered, gripping his thick member at its base. Lining it up with her sopping entrance, he repeated his question, “How badly do you want it, baby? Hm?” 

The tears that threatened to break free before poured from her eyes. She couldn’t take his teasing any longer. “I want it so fucking badly- I need it..” She huffed, perking her ass nice and high- wiggling it once more in an attempt to entice him further. “Please, Jae, I want to feel your cock stretch me out and your cum fill me up. Please, I’m be-” 

Before she could even finish her plea, Jae started off easing the tip of his swollen manhood inside her tight velvet. As he sunk deeper into her, the two of them harmonized with relief filled sighs. Saying they simply wanted this was an understatement, they needed this. He didn’t even give her a second to adjust to his size before he began savagely pounding into her. Part of him wanted this to be gentle and sweet, but his animalistic side just couldn’t hold back any longer. The sound of slapping skin echoed off the walls with each thrust. His fingers dug into Y/N’s sides as his grip began to slip. 

Y/N/s eyes squeezed shut as she took each of his beastly thrusts. Her mouth hung open with moans and pleas spilling forth continuously. She begged for Jaebum to keep going, to fill her to the brim with cum.  

Jaebum leaned over Y/N panting into her ear, “ Mine.” She nodded, turning her head to the side to make eye contact, “Yours.”

Y/N watched as his eyes glowed brighter still.  As Jaebum pumped into her his words began to fade into growls and snarls. Every slam was punctuated with the word ‘mine.’  His thrust became sloppy, untimed and overwhelming for Y/N. Her body sat on a razor’s edge, moments away from coming again. Her arms wobbled from the effort of keeping her steady and with one hard push she was face first into the mattress.

The depth of this new angle had Y/N screaming to the heavens. Jaebum continued his loud groaning while snapping his hips faster. In the haze of his lust, Jaebum could feel his own orgasm reaching its apex. The tingle in his spine became a shiver as it licked over his back and into his groin. Y/N clamped down on him making them both sigh. His hair stuck to his face as sweat rained from his forehead and slicked his chest. 

“You're going to look so good filled with babies, Y/N. Oh shit, that's it baby squeeze me. Take all of my cum,” Jaebum roared. His orgasm was white lightning snapping through his body. His eyes rolled back as he fucked through the feeling. 

The feeling of Jaebums seed sinking into her body tipped Y/N over the edge. She hollered into her fist, “Yes, Jae! Fucking fill me. You fuck me so good~”

Jae’s panting snarls and weakened grunts filled the room as a euphoric air swirled around the two of them. Soft hisses left him as her cunt continued to spasm around his member, milking him of every last drop of his warm cum. 

“F- Fuck..” He airily purred, licking his lips as he watched her trembling body still before slowly pulling his cock out of her. Another groan escaped him as he watched strings of her juices and his cum connect his member to her entrance. “Mhmm,” He hummed, collapsing onto the bed before pulling her into his arms. 

His feral side automatically dissipated and his gestures became sweet again. His free hand tenderly ran up her thighs, ghosting over her mound before finally resting against her lower tummy. “I didn’t hurt you too badly, did I?” 

Shaking her head, Y/n snuggled into his arms; resting her head against his toned, reddened chest. “Not uh..” She weakly muttered, relaxing at the feeling his rubbing her stomach. 

“Good,” He chuckled, kissing each high point of her face as that impish smirk of his returned. “Now get some rest, my love. We’ll be mating again tomorrow,” He purred, laying one last peck on her lips, “as well every day after that until we go home, so you’ll need your energy.”

[juleswolverton-hyde]

Not by the Moon | 01

Genre: Smut, Romance, Strangers to Lovers, Drama, Tragedy, Werewolf AU, Supernatural AU, Bookshop AU

Pairing: Bookshop keeper!/Werewolf!JB x Reader

Warnings: Mild swearing, allusion to anxiety

Summary: Every story has a purpose or goal it is dedicated to, their authors at times going to great lengths to see the project they once started to completion. Nevertheless, the things the writers swore on to see their latest art piece to completion are static.

Unchanging.

None of them swore by the Moon nor Love because they can solely genuinely swear on all that changes like themselves.

And yet, a wolf in love foolishly swore by the moon.

That is when Time truly started ticking.

Next chapter

Masterlist

There is nothing quite like visiting a bookshop on a rainy autumn day, walking the pavements that will soon deepen in their shade of grey as the scarlet and burnt orange leaves will be decorated with tiny watery crystals. The fierce wind preludes to the sorrow of the gloomy clouds overhead, the chill creeping beneath the navy trenchcoat cooling the little skin bared by a simple ink black V-neck shirt. Caffeinated bordeaux sneakers hasten their step when leaving the district ruled by busy city life and entering the artisans district on the east side of town, where the boroughs are ruled by artists, individual shops, cafés and independent bookstores that each have their own vibe.

For a while now, a specific one has yet to be visited, intending to drop by ever since that long walk that lead through many a cobblestone street lined with brownstone houses and not a single business anywhere in sight. Except for Paper Souls, a hidden gem tucked away at the edge of the area where homes and commerce just meet and have resulted in a small store disguised as a proper worker’s house. As can be judged from the window display, the shop sells both well-known titles alongside more obscure ones, bound in editions fresh from the press and those having lived a ready life on someone’s shelves.

A second before the first tears of the heavens fall and make their presence known by ticking against the window, the bookstore is entered with a low sigh of delight. Nothing comes remotely close to the distinct scent of books, this specific combination of mustiness and ink laced with the fragrance of the weather outside and perfumes of customers. Or, in this case, solely the owner’s.

Here and there, a rumour about the man ruling the paper kingdom has been picked up and it is safe to say not all have been positive. A subject that has been frequently touched upon, oft causing more of a stir than the overall intimidating attitude, are the differently coloured eyes. One brown like hazelnuts at the end of the year and the other as blue as the ocean far outside the harbour.

The ones belonging to long blonde locks with dark roots looking up from the current read behind the counter and which are briefly met with a polite nod and casual greeting. At least one aspect of the groundless gossip is true because the disgruntled stoicism on the handsome face acknowledging the professional meaningless acquaintance silently makes the heart race and constricts the throat. It awakens the need to run and hide somewhere among the chestnut shelves, become a character in a tale so as to vanish and thus avoid upsetting the clerk by merely being present. Which might be the biggest problem, considering today’s goal of staying inside and spend it as is habitually done.

Don’t be silly. Just find a book and settle down somewhere to read a few pages. As long as you’re quiet, nothing’s gonna happen.

Thus, mayhaps repeating the self-chastisement once or twice, the creaking worn floorboards are walked upon as ghostlike as possible though every step makes the Body cringe due to the loudness disturbing the silence. 

And him.

The young man whose gaze is momentarily met before fleeing to the vintage couch in an incline with a gorgeous Penguin hardcover copy of William Blake’s Songs of Innocence and Experience, which has been found in the poetry section across from the counter. Breath was held while standing on the tips of the toes while reaching for the thin volume on one of the highest shelves, hoping to not attract attention and refusing to use one of the nearby dark-wooden stools to climb atop because such acrobatics would likely not sit well with the person causing the hairs at the back of the neck to stand on edge.

A sigh of relief cannot be helped when loosening the buttons of the trenchcoat and tossing it over the arm rest before snuggling up in the corner of the sofa. Finally a moment devoid of stress, a chance to be carried off by the works of a beloved poet and artist embodying the truth of childhood and adulthood.

But being brought back all too soon from criticism on the corrupt Catholic Church by the oppressive presence of loose ripped jeans which are perceived just above the edge of the mustard cover. Despite being barely able to gather the courage to look away from the page, lashes nevertheless look up to hands tucked into denim pockets and non-matching irises peering down. Curiously, though it is also alarming, the gaze from above is awkward as if unsettled by the mere presence of a well-meaning bookworm which confirms the assumption about being a nuisance.

Although, the paradoxically misplaced inquiry spoken in a husky voice undermines the deduction. The lowering of broad shoulders does too, allowing personal defenses to waver a bit in the pursuit of kindness. ‘’How do you like your coffee?’’

Bewildered yet finding no clear reason for the kind question in the stoicism of two-toned locks, the simple reflex of asking for a repeat is acted upon with a sheepish tongue that does not know what to make of the situation. ‘’Sorry, what?’’

‘’Coffee. How do you drink yours?’’ A gruff slightly chubby thumb points toward the door, the glass decorated with autumnal tears. ‘’It might be raining, but I still need caffeine. Figured I might as well buy you something too. So, what should I get?’’

What do I do? Do I accept the offer? I mean, he offered it, but declining would still be polite. Then again, it’s free coffee.

‘’Oh, uhm, that’s very sweet of you.’’ The bundle is put down in the lap, flabbergasted shy hands tucked between the thighs while trying to stay as small as possible. It is a silly instinct, but the closeness of the intimidating bookshop clerk calls for it. Moreover, the deep slightly hoarse tone that sounds both as if still recovering from something and being exhausted with the world does not make matters better. 

However, albeit for a split second that is not credible enough, little will-o-the-wisps illuminate the entrancing wildness of an ocean and hazelnut forest as a quicksilver smile flashes over roseate lips. A beautiful fleeting sight which might never have arisen from the solemnity resting like a mask on the youth’s face.

A daydream.

Indeed, surely that is what it must have been. What other reason could there be to show a sign of being pleased with someone who does not feel particularly welcome and at ease in this paper kingdom?

Led astray by the unfocused train of thought, distracted by what may or may not have been witnessed, the actual answer comes out on a mumble. All the while boldly looking back, wondering. ‘’An iced vanilla latte... would be nice.’’

Acknowledging the order with a mere low rumble similar to a wolf’s, the clerk sets off on a caffeinated journey and leaves an affected soul behind. 

While still being highly uncomfortable with the lad’s presence, the thought of what just happened and the offer of a drink that was not in the slightest reluctant imprints a warm impression on a racing heart. Yet, before any ungrounded fantasies arise, the poetry bundle is quickly picked up again and later exchanged for a thick volume of Keats’s poetry that has been picked up in a rush to seemingly have never moved from the leather couch. To not leave a single trace of chaos which might trigger the wrath of the bookshop keeper and perhaps end up in being drenched by cold coffee. 

All the fear is evidently in vain because, when being once again engrossed by poetry, the ghost of a touch over the cheekbone breaks the spell. As if awakening from a dream, the suggestion of the outstretched cold drink passes unnoticed. Instead, it is replaced by a look at ripped jeans beneath a loose tartan blazer, resulting in the novel discovery of a little gem embedded in the right nostril. 

The rattle of ice entrapped in plastic fully awakens the senses as well as the sharp rustle of a paper bag bearing the logo shaped like an apple out of which a bite has been taken. ‘’Here. It’s on me. Don’t think anything of it, I just don’t want you to get dehydrated or hungry.’’

‘’Right.’’ With trembling hands expecting to have the food carelessly thrown into the lap and drink pushed into the palm, the surprising meal is accepted. Without the slightest sign of pushing. ‘’Still, thanks.’’

Once again, a beastly grunt is all that is received in return before checkered trainers retreat to the front of the establishment. Strangely, they soon return with the current read which was enjoyed behind the counter alongside the cold brew that was picked up to battle the fatigue that noticeably laces demeanour. Because, when sinking back into the sofa after having been gestured at to scoot over and haphazardly making room, lashes flutter shut for longer than a mere blink. Notwithstanding, they are awake enough to notice the shift in reading. ‘’Keats?’’

‘’Uh, yes. He’s one of my favorites alongside Blake, Donne and, on occasion, Wordsworth.’’ Personal enthusiasm takes over when mentioning the last poet with whom there is a love-hate relationship, erasing any anguish at being close to the keeper of the kingdom and thus making it possible to ignore the few centimeters of space between bodies. ‘’Even though he’s basically a fraud by turning his sister’s experiences into poetry. It makes one wonder whether he had any talent to come up with something himself. Now, I do believe some of his works are genuinely his, but not all. Sorry, I’ll- I’ll shut up.’’

Questioning chestnut and water reintroduce the silence disturbed by autumnal rain accompanied by howling winds, stretching out over the empty streets. Nobody likes a blathering fool, least of all the stoic who surprisingly has decided to join one’s company. 

Or, so was the original thought that is now nullified by a sliver of a smile and something inaudible smokily mumbled beneath breath. There is no courage to inquire about what was said nor ask for a reason for being evidently entertained, simply rapidly picking up the volume again to resume reading with an overheated, ashamed mind.

Here and there, however, sneaky peeks are thrown in the direction of bleached locks thoroughly enjoying Dante’s Inferno, a work that has been on the to-be-read list for the longest time and somehow has never been crossed off.

Come on, you can do it. Ask him how it is, whether he likes Dante. Don’t be a marshmallow. Okay, one, two... fuck.

‘’How’s Keats?’’ Beating the barely daring tongue to it, the young man interrupts the hardly focused enjoyment of poetry that maybe lasted about fifteen minutes.

‘’Good.’’ More wants to be added to the opinion, but cannot be shaped nor voiced due to the bafflement at seeing sincere interest pierce through an unwavering expression. On the other hand, another unnameable sentiment underlines attitude too, floating ever so slightly beneath the surface. 

‘’You haven’t touched your food.’’ Lips slightly pout when glancing at the paper bag that rests on the trenchcoat that had hastily been draped over the other arm rest when bleached locks sat down, colourful irises dimming. 

Worry.

Why does it affect him? What does it matter if I eat or not?

To hopefully grant a bit of reassurance, an absent-minded promise is made before diving back into the misery of a nightingale. ‘’I’ll eat in a bit. Just one more poem.’’

As fast as lightning, the volume flies from hapless palms and the scent of books mingled with musky mint suddenly leans over to grab the purchased treat, fingertips pressing against the side of the thigh. Every muscle tenses up at the new form of intimacy, inwardly praying for the tartan blazer to return to his place as soon as possible. ‘’No, it’s already two o’clock and I’m sure you had breakfast early. You should eat. Where’s your coffee?’’

A trembling finger points to the untouched iced vanilla latte on the floor, put just in front of the sofa. Hands rise even higher when the bookshop keeper’s heartbeat and heated broad chest can be temporarily felt when slightly chubby digits lean over to grab the plastic cup. ‘’I’m not…’’

‘’What?’’ Clearly not understanding the need to keep looking away, unsteadily focusing on the sides of the nearest bookshelf, the question comes out agitated as the retrieved items are pushed forward, unmistakably intended to be taken. The shift in behaviour is as little comprehensible as the likely appearance of warm rosy cheeks going paired with a fist pressing on the lips, tongue-tied.

Mentally chastising oneself for the awkward display, courage is forcibly gathered to face the puzzled grumpy young man and answer with a whisper. ‘’I’m not comfortable eating in public.’’

‘’We’re not in public.’’

‘’Or with people I don’t know.’’

This revelation is clearly unexpected, eyes widening when reluctantly elaborating on an irrational fear with folded hands tucked between the thighs. For a second, there is nothing but an uncomfortable hush in which the worst outcome is vividly painted in the mind. Fortunately and oddly, it is broken as the stoic’s attitude shifts to something that has not been witnessed before and which goes against any rumour floating around town. 

A gentle smile plays around the corners of the mouth as the tense grip on the food and drink loosens, gently putting the rustling bag in the lap and a warm palm grabbing one hand to place the lukewarm cup in it. ‘’There. I’m Jaebeom, JB for short. Now, can you please eat something? And I promise I won’t judge you.’’

‘’Shouldn’t- Shouldn’t you eat something too? You look like you could use some energy.’’ Up close, the fatigue has become visibly noticeable outside the moment of sitting down and closing eyes for a little bit longer than would suffice for a blink. Affected by the niceness of the gentle acquaintance and thoughtfulness, the croissant in the bag is torn in half to offer a part to the current company. ‘’How about we share this?’’

‘’You don’t have to.’’ A low breathy chuckle rolls forth at the gesture, strangely elating the heart and stirring up a storm of butterflies in the stomach. Again, the same unintelligible phrase that was muttered under breath earlier seems to be repeated.

A penny for your thoughts. What did you say?

Putting aside curiosity to not prematurely cross any boundaries of politeness, what wants to be asked is suppressed and reformed into a request for sharing. After all, the lack of energy outlined by vague dark circles beneath non-matching irises is truly a cause for concern. ‘’Please? I don’t have that big of an appetite.’’

With a resigning sigh, the offer is accepted. Much to the strange delight of the soul who still is not entirely trusting of the bookshop keeper yet already has the mental defenses down a little bit more than before. ‘’Alright, if you insist.’’

What follows is an absolutely adorable though also surprising scenario as the pastry is enjoyed in one bite, the food disappearing without any trouble. Nibbling on the other half, staring cannot be helped as a sip of coldbrew is enjoyed to wash the treat down. However, the unintended impolite mannerism, of course, cannot pass under the radar. Hence is why dark brows furrow in puzzlement when remarking upon being a point of attention. ‘’What?’’

‘’Nothing. You just…’’ a moment is taken to try and find the right word yet failing to think of one which accurately describes the eating manner, ‘’you just wolfed that down.’’

‘’Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable. I can be a bit, well, unmannered at times.’’ The gaze focusing on the iced black coffee adds to the sorrowful side profile, unwillingly nostalgic, but unapproachable for comfort. ‘’I try not to be. I’m trying to, no, never mind.’’ Another sip. ‘’Forget it. Just eat and stay as long as you like.’’

‘’Jaebeom?’’ In a reflex, after swiftly wiping fatty fingertips on the coarse paper napkin, the bookshop keeper is grabbed by the sleeve as he tries to move away. Alarmed by the sudden bold move, non-matching irises briefly flare with an odd mixture of fear and annoyance before seemingly realizing something and thus calming down. All this goes hidden behind a badly enacted tolerating low hum. ‘’Can you, I mean, only if you don’t mind, could you... could you stay here? For a little while? At least sit down for a few more minutes. I promise I won’t stare as I did and actually read.’’

‘’You want me to... stay?’’ Dark brows furrow in a strange confusion, uncomprehending of the normal request. Although, perhaps it is not so casual seeing as it needs to be thought about. ‘’Stay? Here?’’

‘’If you don’t mind? I’m sorry if I freaked you out, I really didn’t mean to.’’

‘’You didn’t. I should be the one apologizing for being so distant.’’

‘’I don’t blame you. You barely know me.’’

‘’I don’t know you.’’ The observation hits hard, the sternness of the reply crucifying the heart and constricting the throat. How odd a fact should have this result. Withal, the misplaced hurt is a little soothed by the promise that follows. ‘’I’ll stay. But I’ll be closing in about two hours.’’

And thus, for one hour and a half, the paper kingdom falls quiet. Solely the tinkering tears of heaven decorating the glass of the windows, howling winds stirring the richly warm leaves into dance and occasional wandering lonely umbrella break the silence. Inside, the only noise to disrupt the hush is the turn of a page or sniffle that may or may not prelude to a cold. 

However, all tranquil beauty knows an end for Time always runs out. Henceforth, it is at half past four that a light tap goes paired with the barely audible comment “you have to go”. Likely due to the aftermath of being pulled from a world of poetic Nature into gloomy Reality, there is a wrong perception of Jaebeom’s voice. Surely, the sorrowful reluctance is imagined.

As you said, you don’t know me.

The mere thought pains Body and Soul when grabbing the navy trenchcoat off of the faux leather arm rest, stepping towards the bookshelf where Keats was found and the exit afterwards. No chance of wandering a little longer between the books is given, the clerk following closely behind and unconsciously guiding feet towards the entrance.

‘’Y/N? Will you, uh…’’ Restless trembling palms hover in the air like two bent paws failing to illustrate something, a rosy flush spread over the cheeks, ‘’Can I put your jacket on? I mean, let me help you put your jacket on. That’s how you say it, right?’’

With an affirming hum, big palms with slightly chubby digits are allowed to help dress into the piece of clothing.

Glide over the side of the neck when collecting hair to make it flow over the collar instead of being tucked beneath it, leaving a trail of goosebumps and sharpening breath. 

All the while maintaining eye contact, both our faces distorting with timidity. It is then that glances are haphazardly thrown around the empty store to avoid each other for a second wherein composure is hopefully found. 

And it would appear that the buff tall blonde youth is the first to do so, speech matter-of-factly when voicing an unspoken suggestion while holding on to the upper arms. ‘’I haven’t even asked your name.’’

Bashfully, the answer is uttered in a proper vis-á-vis with entrancing two-toned irises though the urge to bolt out the door remains. Nevertheless, the rapid loss of contact is disliked, JB realizing how the intimacy might come across when glancing at the fingertips digging into fabric, almost begging to stay. ‘’It’s Y/N.’’

The instinct to flee is lessened by the step forward thoughtfully repeating the name, carefully feeling out the syllables as if comprehending a siren’s song. ‘’I had a good time, Y/N.’’

‘’Me too.’’ It is true because, despite the distance that was endeavoured to be closed with food, reading and shallow conversation, the time spent together was actually quite enjoyable. Notwithstanding, too much of the clerk remains unknown to say whether all has been out of politeness or if any sincere trust has been shown.

‘’Even though you’re still scared of me?’’

‘’I’m not!’’ A sigh rolls off the tongue at the sight of a smug grin on roseate lips knowing better than to lie about genuine sentiments. ‘You’re just... just kinda intimidating.’

‘’Kinda? To me it seems like a whole lot more than ‘just kinda’. You almost seem eager to go even though you were hesitating earlier.’’ Bright hazelnut and the summer sea are overcast by lonely grief putting on the airs of suppressed rage, painfully re-establishing and enhancing the distance that was briefly shortened with a step backwards. ‘’To get away from me. Make up your mind.’’

‘’Yes, I’m intimidated by you. A lot.’’ The renewed cold emptiness is warily bridged, planning out the words to say to not make matters worse. ‘’And, to be honest, I don’t want to go. Still, it’s because you intimidate me I might seem uneasy and glad to go, but I can assure you I’m not. I really had a good time. We might not have talked a lot, but I still had a splendid afternoon. With you. And for that, I’m grateful. I’m sorry I confuse you, make you feel awkward because of my behaviour.’’

The waterfall of a confession catches the bookshop keeper off guard, but also manages to make tense broad shoulders lower their defenses as colourful eyes calm down. Digits rise from the pockets of loose ripped jeans to envelop the upper arms once more, this time rubbing them reassuringly and let the personal walls crumble too. ‘You don’t have to be afraid of me nor apologize. Look, we’ll talk about this another time. For now, you have to go and I have to close the shop. Get home safely and don’t catch a cold.’

‘’You too.’’ 

‘’Don’t worry. I won’t.’’

With a last nod and gentle smile relieved at the prospect of good health, warm palms are stepped away from.

The watery autumn chill cools the heat from being seen off by blonde locks.

I couldn’t get sick even if I wanted to.

When the enchanting scent of summer citrus, autumnal blackberries and juicy peaches has faded, the two volumes that were touched by it are picked from the shelves without a clear understanding of why. Neither is there a sense of comprehension when it comes to the sheer curiosity about what it is that the adorable shy doe so likes about these specific poets. Notwithstanding, both books are picked up and put on the counter alongside the current read to take upstairs after sweeping and properly closing the shop.

Which does not take long, soon after already stumbling up the metal stairs to the apartment above the establishment with a famished stomach and tense muscles, watching the oppressive concrete clouds slightly give way to the lilac dusk before heading inside. Fortunately, dinner has been prepared in advance so the various side dishes solely need to be warmed up in the microwave just like the rice in the cooker. The hair dye job, however, will have to wait until tomorrow. That is, if it is remembered like the face of the local historian who seems awfully fascinated by the affliction distorting identity.

Shedding off the weight of the day, clothes are removed and tossed on the couch to be replaced by the bathrobe that was put there in the morning after yet another long night filled with amnesia. Afterwards, bare feet trod to the kitchen to retrieve the cold dishes from the refrigerator and put them in the microwave to heat up. 

It’s getting late, but at least there’s still some time to read. Funny how my last thought is of you.

Just as the melancholic thought arises over a big bowl of bibimbap accompanied by William Blake’s Songs of Innocence and Experience, the screen of the phone on the counter lights up after a brief buzz. When getting up to check, the message appears to be from the supernatural scholar.

“Good luck tonight. I’ll be at your place around 7. Hopefully, you’ll be yourself again. If not, I’ll wait outside. Jinyoung.”

As always, the text is signed with the young man’s name to help ease the recovery of ever-fading memory. Even after living around three years among humans again, the ability to recall actual names alongside how to enact civilized behaviour remains hard.

And becomes more difficult with every passing day.

For now, I want to try. I want to speak to you at least one more time and explain myself. Part ways on good terms, let you know what I am.

A smile cannot be helped at the sight of the bowl next to the mustard poetry bundle, vividly re-imagining how it was held by small hands on the faux leather sofa this afternoon. 

How those same tiny digits tore off half of the croissant without hesitation and offered it to an animal, nibbling adorably on theirs while endeavouring to put on a human act and failing due to the hunger always preceding hell.

But a fantasy never lasts.

Time never stops. 

It solely ticks.

Runs out.

Hopefully, I’ll remember you.

And the moon cannot be sworn by for She cannot stay away nor remain the same. 

That night, the name of the bookish fawn is the last powerful word to recall before losing a grip on the world in the cold dark illuminated by artificial light. 

Naked and shackled beneath the concrete ground.

Hoping for a memory. 

Y/N.

[your-kpopmama]

1000 Follower Drabble - #3

Song Rec: Dawn of Us - Jackson Wang

Word Count: 3175

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Jackson x Female Reader

Type: Werewolf!Jackson

AN: Wow I ran with this one too. Jesus I didn’t mean for it to be this long. ;-; ENJOY ANYHOW

“You’re doing great.” The old man beside you whispered words of encouragement. He was currently smoothing your damp hair away from your face, as another wave of pain tore through your body. Screaming in the darkness, the sound reverberated off the stone walls. A cold cloth was placed on your forehead, soon to be scalding hot from your own body temperature burning up. You have never been this hot in your life, and you were convinced you were melting into a puddle on this god forsaken cave floor.

“She’s not going to make it.” the old man spoke to someone you couldn’t see. You may have been out of it from the pain, but you were awake enough to understand what he was saying. You silently cursed yourself for taking on that campers request. In all your three years of working as a park ranger in this part of the country, wolves had never been a problem, it was simply unheard of. You wanted to prove that camper wrong, that were in fact weren’t any wolves in this area, and you ended up being proved wrong. 

You walked down a dark path next to the campsite where the man was staying. Rustling was heard all around you. You assumed it was some rabbits or something, but you were sorely mistaken when a large wolf came bounding out after you. Teeth bared, and breath visible in the darkness. You screamed and dropped your flashlight, turning on your heel trying to get back to the park’s jeep. You weren’t fast enough. It gripped your ankle and dragged you down, shaking it’s head and twisting your leg - a horrible crunching noise filling the night air - and you knew it was broken. It made sure you weren’t getting away.

Just as fast as it had happened though, it was over. The wolf was gone, and the only thing around you was silence, You didn’t even have the energy to cry. It wasn’t until some time later that a man around your age found you. You begged him to take you to a hospital. He asked what happened and you explained. He cursed, at what you weren’t sure, but he loaded you up in the jeep nonetheless and drove deeper into the forest. Through the haze that was settling in around your vision, you looked at the man driving your jeep. His face was contorted in worry. He kept sneaking small glances at you, worry radiating off his body. He was shirtless, you noticed. He wore a pair of simple workout shorts and had no shoes on from what you could tell. His hair was short and black, hardly moving in the wind that blew through the open windows.

“Where..where..are we..” you couldn’t form a full sentence before pain ripped through your body and a loud scream took place of the words. The man driving cursed again and the jeep sped up. 

He took you to a save deep into the forest from what you could tell. He hopped out of the drivers seat and made his way towards you. You felt his arms slip under your body as he began to carry you. The pain was too much and you lost consciousness.

It wasn’t until that older man was telling you one thing and telling someone else, whom you assumed was the man who brought you, another thing. Were you doing great? It didn’t feel like it. So maybe the truth was that you weren’t going to make it. What kind of infection spreads that quickly? You didn’t understand. You didn’t want to understand. You just wanted to go home and lay in your bed and curl up with your cat. Visions of your family began flashing through your mind as you began to lose consciousness again.

--

“Hey, you awake?” you felt a hand caress your cheek softly as a cold cloth was placed on your forehead once again. This time, it stayed cold. Your body was no longer burning up and you felt amazing.No more pain. Nothing. Maybe you were dead.

“Am I dead?” you voiced.

A soft chuckle came from beside you, “Far from it. You’re alive and you’re healthy. That’s all that matters.”

You nodded and tried to open your eyes slowly. You were expecting bright white light, but what you got was a soft glow of an oil lamp beside the bed you were laying on. Shadows dances across the wall with the flicker of the flame. You turned your head to the left, where the man was sitting and noted it was the same man from last night. Maybe last night? You weren’t sure how much time passed. However, this time he was fully clothed in a black tshirt and a pair of jeans.

“I’m Jackson.” he said with a toothy grin.

“YN.” you croaked.

“Are you up for some chit chat?” a familiar voice came through the half lit room. Jerking your head in that direction, startled, you saw the old man from last night. He seemed to be in better spirits than the other night.

“Yeah.” you breathed.

He walked further into the room and sat down on the chair Jackson was previously sitting on. He moved the chair a bit closer to you and began rummaging through a bag he had brought in with him. He pulled out a stethoscope and began checking your vitals.

“You’re a doctor?” you asked.

“I’m a vet.” he answered bluntly.

“A vet? Don’t you think I need a doctor?” you asked confused.

The old man put down the stethoscope and looked at Jackson with an accusing look, “You didn’t tell her yet?”

“She just woke up before you walked in. It wasn’t exactly like I could be like ‘hey you’re a werewolf, welcome to the pack’ now could I?” Jackson spat back.

“I’m sorry what?” you asked laughing. “A werewolf? What are you guys smoking?” 

THe room got quiet and the old man just raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips before getting up and walking towards the door, “I’ll just let Jackson explain.” was all he said before he disappeared.

You sat up in the bed, adjusting the covers around you, suddenly realizing you were in different clothes than from yesterday. You could question him later about which of those perverts saw you naked. Right now, you needed information on what the literal fuck these people were going on about. Your arms crossed in front of your chest as you stared at Jackson for an explanation. 

“Well?” you pressed.

“It’s easier to show you than explain, I supposed.” he scratched the back of his neck and stepped back. He removed his shirt, and for the first time you got a good look at his body. It was ripped and you weren’t ashamed to be staring. It wasn’t until he leaned down to take his pants off did you take your eyes off of him.

“What are you doing?!” you squealed, pulling the blankets to cover your face.

“Please, you’re going to have to get used to it. Nakedness isn’t a big deal around here.” he scoffed.

You pulled the blanket down to uncover one eye and saw Jackson standing there in all his naked glory. Well, he at least had the decency to turn around so the only thing you really saw was his ass. He looked over his shoulder, worry etched into his features, “I know you’re going to freak out, but please, keep the screaming to a minimum.”

“Why would I- OH MY GOD!” you shrieked as you started to watch his body ripple. His skin began to shed and in it’s place, fur grew. He went from standing on two legs to all fours. Hands and feet turned into paws, and his face turned grotesquely into that of a wolves. In the matter of thirty seconds, a man turned into a large black wolf right in front of your eyes. Your eyes were boring into his. Not breaking contact. You could have swore the damn thing smiled, that couldn’t be possible, right? Animals can’t smile.

Just as fast as it happened, he turned back into a human again. This time facing towards you, so you got the full view this time around. In your hurry to cover your eyes, you managed to fall off the bed and land with a loud thud onto the floor. Jackson was suddenly kneeling beside you, helping you back up into the bed.

“Are you alright?” he asked concerned.

You nodded and looked at him, realizing he was still naked, you swatted at him to get away, “For heaven’s sake, put some clothes on!” you shouted, earning a laugh from him as he gathered his clothes and dressed quickly as you kept your head turned.

“Done.” he said.

Swiveling your head back towards Jackson you saw that he was in fact dressed once again, relief flooding through your body. He may be okay with being naked in front of other people, but you weren’t. “So, that proves you’re a...a..were..wolf..” the sentence felt weird rolling off your lips, “but that doesn’t prove I am.” you said defiantly.

Jackson sighed and grabbed a mirror off the table and held it up towards you. The reflection that stared back at you wasn’t human, entirely anyhow. Your ears were pointed at the top, your skin a bit darker than what it usually was. The thing that shocked you the most was the bright blue eyes that stared back at you instead of the normal dark brown. Your hands moved to your face as you began to feel all over your features. “This is a nightmare.” you whispered.

Jackson sat beside you and shook his head, “Afraid not, princess. It’s real life. Don’t worry though. Your features will go back to normal after another 24 hours. It’s a side effect of the change.” 

“So what.. that wolf that attacked me...that was a werewolf? What, do you guys just go around biting random ass people?” you could feel yourself getting heated.

“No. We don’t know who that was. A rogue I’m assuming.” he explained.

“It doesn’t matter! Things like that shouldn’t even happen! What did I do to deserve this?! I didn’t ask for this!” as if it was out of your control, your temper was building up. You felt like you were going to explode.

“Hey...yn, calm down..” Jackson stood up and backed away a few steps, his hands held up.

“Calm down?!” you laughed crazily, “You want me to calm down?!” your body felt like it was vibrating. It was thrumming with adrenaline now.

“Listen, if you don’t calm down, you’re going to change. You can’t do that just yet. You’re not prepared.” Jackson tried reasoning.

“Do you think I would be prepared! This is madness!” and that was all it took. You could physically feel your skin shifting. You could feel it ripping as patches of fur began to take over your body. THe pain was excruciating, but thankfully not as bad as the night you were bitten. You fell off the bed and landed on all fours. You began to scream. The scream slowly turned into a howl and before you knew it, you were a full blown wolf. You could feel your body panicking. You were shaking and you were scared. You looked around the room for Jackson and noticed him standing in front of  you, eyes wide in wonder. You looked down at yourself and saw your fur was stark white, compared to his midnight black fur.

“Yn, just sit still okay?” Jackson cautioned.

You just stared at him, still unsure of what to do so you stood still as possible. You watched him through wary eyes as he came closer to you, hands outstretched. His fingers found his way into your fur on the top of your head. He knelt down in front of you and he held your face in both of his hands, his thumbs stroking the side of your snout. “That’s a good girl.” he cooed. You let out a low growl, it’s not like you were a dog.

“It’s alright, princess. I’ll take care of you. I know you want to turn back, but you have to calm down first. Once your nerves are calm, you’ll change back, okay? Easy peasy.” he instructed. 

You leaned your head down and attempted to lay down, falling in the process, not entirely sure how to work your limbs just yet. You lay on your side and just looked around the room. Jackson sat down fully beside you and moved your head so it was in his lap. His fingers stroked through your fur gently. You would be lying if you said it didn’t feel good, because it did. So good you had to refrain yourself from kicking your back leg in pleasure.

“It’ll be okay, YN. I promise.” Jackson murmured from above you. You huffed through your nose and he just chuckled. “It takes some getting used to, but it gets easier. Pretty soon you can do this at will, angry or calm orr whatever emotion you’re feeling.”

You didn’t want this, but you didn’t have much of a choice. You felt yourself getting tired, so you decided to close your eyes for a moment, and enjoyed Jackson’s fingers scratching behind your ear.

--

“Try it again.” Jackson instructed.

The two of you were currently outside during daylight for what felt like the first time in eons, but it’s really been a week. News reports played in the back of your mind about your disappearance from the camp ground over a week ago and oddly enough you felt relieved everyone thought you were dead. You wouldn’t know how to live your life around them like this.Jackson had introduced you to the whole community in the middle of this National Park you worked at. You knew it was vast but you didn’t know how big it was that it could hide a whole village of people basically. Everyone was really accepting of you.

“I’m tired!” you whined.

“Boo hoo. One more time then we can go clean up. Come on.” he hunched forward with his hands on his knees, getting into position again. The two of you were currently running through some exercises to help you and your ‘inner wolf’ gain strength. You sighed and crouched down before you took off sprinting across the field and slamming your body into Jackson’s. This time though, you managed to catch him off guard and knocked him to the ground.

Your body lay ontop of his, arms on either side of his head as you grinned triumphantly down at him, “How was that?” you asked breathing hard.

He just nodded up at you and cleared his throat, “Pretty good, actually. I wasn’t expecting that.”

The two of you stayed like that for a moment before he cleared his throat again and gave you a look, did you finally realize you were still on top of him, panting like a dog. Which technically you were, but that’s on technical terms. You got off of him quickly and stood up, offering your hand for helping him up. He grabbed a hold of it and instead of allowing you to help him up, he pulled you back down as he rolled his body on top of yours, pinning you down.

“Bet you weren’t expecting that.” he grinned.

“That wasn’t fair.” you whined again.

“Life isn’t fair.” he stuck his tongue out at you.

“Tell me about it...” you grumbled and looked anywhere but at him.

“Hey..” he whispered. He rolled off of you and sat beside you, helping you into a sitting position. “I know you don’t like this, and I wish there was something I could do for you, but let’s try to make it the best we can, okay?” he offered.

“I’m sorry. You’re giving me all your time and attention to help me out and I’m being a whiny brat. I’m thankful, truly for everything you all have done. And despite this being a shitty situation, I guess it was better than me either dying in the woods or turning into a werewolf and eating my whole family the first time I raged out.” you laughed humorlessly. 

“People don’t taste good, you wouldn’t have eaten them.” Jackson declared.

You looked at him in shock, “YOU HAVE EATEN SOMEONE!?”

“What! No! From what I hear. I have never turned a human so I can’t even imagine what they would taste like. But I would assume disgusting. I’ve heard stories.” he explained.

“Mhm.” was all you said.

“I know things are really tough right now, but I just want you to know I will be there for you through it all.” he said, his eyes boring into yours.

You smiled and nudged him with your shoulder, “I know you will. You’re stuck with me. I’m like a stray kitten you feed one time. I just keep coming back until you have no choice but to keep me.” you giggled.

“I’m okay with that.” he breathed. His eyes flickered to your lips for a brief moment before back to your eyes. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

The compliment took you by surprise and you could feel yourself flush from head to toe. You turned your head to the side and tried to hide behind a curtain of your own hair. “I didn’t tell you that so you would hide it from me, YN.” 

“I know. It just shocked me is all...” you whispered.

Jackson’s fingers hooked under your chin and turned your head towards his so you were facing him once again. “I mean it, you’re beautiful.” he stated a second time.

A smiled formed on your face, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours ever so softly. It felt like they weren’t even there. Your own hands reached up and held tightly to the front of his shirt as you pulled him closer, crushing your lips together.

After a moment he leaned back and placed his forehead against yours, “I want to make this process as easy for you as possible. I want to be the one you run to when you need help.” his confession earning him a smile.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” and with that Jackson pressed his lips against yours once more. 

Maybe being a werewolf wasn’t such a bad thing. 

[exhoe-imagines]

Human

Halloween Prompt 🎃 - “I don’t care that you’re not human” + Werewolf!AU

A/N: Halloween Drabble requests are closed now!! Sorry if this isn’t the best, I’d usually have Jewels write the smutty stuff but she’s out at a concert! Happy Halloween everyone !!!! <3

Word Count: 467

Warnings: Suggestive af, Jaebum is a tease, he also has a kink for begging

Jaebum had been teasing you all night long.

It started with a couple light touches at first, but he grew more adventurous as the night went on. You were out for dinner with the rest of boys and used to keeping PDA to a minimum, per request of them, but Jaebum seemed to be thinking differently. You were alright with his new shows of affection until you guys sat down at the table and he casually put his hand on the inside of your thigh.

You had given him a warning look, begging him not to try anything, but he just raised an eyebrow at you, feigning innocence. Jaebum seemed to be listening to your pleading until you felt his hand start to move. At first, he just traced circles onto your skin, but as time progressed his hand moved higher. Not wanting to risk the boys finding out what you were doing, you pulled his hand away and excused yourself from the table, claiming you weren’t feeling well.  Jaebum told the other boys he’d be leaving with you and pulled you out of the restaurant, ignoring his band mate’s suspicious glances.

The moment you made it your apartment, you were pressed against the door, and Jaebum had claimed your lips in a fiery kiss. His mouth was impatient, moving from your lips, neck, and jawline in just a few seconds. You moaned as he left marks down the column of your neck, the light bruises causing more pleasure than pain. He pulled away after a couple of minutes, a mischievous look on his face.

“You look wrecked baby, and I’ve only been kissing you. Are you sure you’re going to be able to handle me?” Jaebum cooed. You knew what he was getting at, being the powerful werewolf he was, he always teased that he was too much for you to handle.

“I don’t care that you’re not human,” you growled, moving closer to Jaebum. He looked back at you with lust filled eyes, a smirk growing on his lips. His hands moved down to your waist and lightly squeezed your sides before he picked you up. You squealed and quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, not wanting to fall.

“I don’t know Y/N, do you really want me?”

You were fed up with his teasing by now, so decided to use one of his weaknesses against him.

“Please Jaebum? I need you so badly, please.” You begged as best as you could, and you knew it worked when Jaebum let out a low growl.

He quickly carried you into the bedroom and threw you on the bed before leaning back to pull his shirt off, revealing his tan, built chest.

“You’re gonna regret begging me baby. You’ve got a long night ahead of you.”

[markiepoohismysunshine]

Werewolf AU series moodboard w/ Jaebum! Requested by Anon~~

[ JB / Mark / Jackson / Jinyoung / Youngjae / Bambam / Yugyeom ]

💗 Moodboard request is open 💗

♥ / ♣ / ♦

[jungkxook]

—moonstruck. (m)

⟶ pairing: taehyung x reader

⟶ genre: werewolf!taehyung au / arranged marriage au / smut with a sprinkle of fluff

⟶ words: 7,421

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: in hindsight, being friends with a pack of werewolves and, thus, suddenly being thrown into a world of supernatural furries and other inhuman beings isn’t something you would recommend but it was too late to back out now, especially when you consider the fact that apparently you’re now being “hunted” and the only way to save you is to be mated with taehyung. whatever that means.

⟶ warnings: multiple smut scenes, first time (virgin!taehyung), clumsy sex, soft and gentle sex, sort of rough sex, all the sex, cunnilingus, riding, hair pulling, knotting, buckets of cum, biting kink, slight impregnation kink, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ disclaimer: first fic back after a long hiatus and i’m suddenly v nervous to post this!! also this is shamelessly and 100% inspired by an episode of the show outlander (to be exact, the wedding episode). i couldn’t help myself!! 

“Are you serious right now?”

In hindsight, being friends with a pack of werewolves and, thus, suddenly being thrown into a world of supernatural furries and other inhuman beings isn’t something you would recommend but it was too late to back out now, especially when you consider the fact that apparently you’re now being “hunted.” Whatever that means.

Had you heard yourself speak a year ago before meeting Taehyung and having your life turned upside down, you would have surely thought you were insane, and you would have definitely thought Taehyung is insane, and the rest of his friends who are, subsequently, now yours ━ each of whom are all currently splayed out before you in Namjoon’s spacious country-side home with similar grave looks staring back at you.

“Dead serious,” Hoseok takes the liberty of breaking the odd silence saturating the kitchen. He’s made it a point to be on time for once, which you consider great and all if it wasn’t basically to dispute your current death sentence. “Always thought Jaebum’s pack were sons of bitches ━ glad to know it’s still true.”

“Hoseok,” Yoongi scolds. “Be a little more compassionate.”

“Am I wrong?” Hoseok refutes.

From off to the side, Jimin pushes himself forward with a frustrated groan, shaking his head. “Tae, I told you this was a dumb fucking idea ━ bringing Y/N into the pack━”

“I didn’t think this would happen,” Taehyung protests hotly. He’s leaning against the wall somewhere behind you, arms crossed over his chest and a deep frown darkening his face.

“How could you not think this would happen?” Jungkook retorts bitterly.

“Shut up, Jungkook.”

“She’s a human,” Jungkook says. “Jaebum wants her gone, but if he were to get his hands on her, then who knows what could happen━”

“I said shut up, Jungkook,” Taehyung snarls, an odd vehement tone dripping from his every word that is out of the place for the usually tranquil boy. Jungkook’s mouth clamps shut at once, though you suspect it’s not to do with defeat more so than because he’s the newest addition to the pack and, while Namjoon is their leader (or Alpha, as you’ve heard being thrown around before), Taehyung was something of a second-in-command. You could only imagine the consequences of crossing either Namjoon or Taehyung within the pack.

“Hold on a second,” You try to sputter for air, lungs wheezing. Your mind has since been spinning, struggling to keep up. At first you thought they were joking when they had told you, but now you were beginning to understand the severity at the very least. “I’m being hunted? Why?”

Now, Namjoon looks from Taehyung, then to you, and back again. Taehyung hesitates to answer at first, and Jungkook scowls. “Well, tell her, Tae. You dragged her into this mess. She deserves to hear it from you.”

As you twist in your seat to look up at Taehyung, your eyes locking briefly with his, the boy grimaces and then has to look away. He takes a deep breath before responding. “Okay, look. You know that pack I told you about? Jaebum’s?”

You nod, though the memory is vague. You’ve heard the name in passing before, but you could only gather that there was some sort of animosity between his and Taehyung’s pack.

“He found out about you, and I don’t know how,” Taehyung explains. “And now he wants you gone, and he’ll do anything to see it through.”

You blink once, dumbfounded. Terrified, even. Taehyung can certainly hear it in your voice and it makes him flinch again, as if being striked across the face. “Why?”

“Because you’re not one of us,” Taehyung says. “Because you’re human. When I first told you about us, I was risking everything. It’s uncommon for one of us to bring a human into the pack just because, and often even frowned upon. There’s a fear you’ll expose us to the human world or the hunters. Jaebum’s threatening to start war if we don’t deal with this situation ourselves.”

It’s only then that the dread begins to creep upon you, chilling you to the bone. “Deal with it… how?”

“The ultimatum is either kill you ourselves, or give you over to Jaebum to deal with, as a sort of peace offering,” Namjoon says carefully.

“Which probably also results in death,” Hoseok points out morbidly.

Jin scoffs. “Or worse.”

“Is there any option that doesn’t result in death?” You ask warily. At this, the group falls silent once more.

“Well, there is one.” Namjoon glances fleetingly around at his brethren, then sighs. “You become one of us.”

“I━” You stammer, face suddenly hot. “You mean, like, a werewolf?”

“I mean, a wedding.”

“A wedding?” You gasp. “How is that going to save me?”

“Not a wedding like you think,” Namjoon says. “More of a bonding. A handfasting. Right now, as a human, you’re vulnerable and exposed. We have no claim over you. But if you become one of us ━ without being turned ━ then Jaebum shouldn’t be able to touch you.”

Slowly, you begin to piece together the fragment of your dilemma. “Marry who?”

A beat of silence passes amongst the group in which time you spot Namjoon nod in the direction of Taehyung’s figure beyond you, a wordless yet clear gesture. Suddenly, a stubborn warmth of a blush pinches at your cheeks. You wonder if they can notice, if Taehyung can notice. You start, “Taehyung━?”

“He offered to be the one,” Namjoon says. “And Jaebum knows Taehyung’s role in the pack. If he knows you’re mated to Tae, Jaebum would be absolutely insane to try and come for you. It’s the only way, Y/N, and it ensures your safety.”

“Marrying Taehyung?” You ask shrilly, voice dangerously thin. “How is marrying Taehyung going to ensure my safety?”

“It’s not just a marriage,” Jimin explains.

But of course you already know this, werewolf laws a strange and intricate jumble of rules that you’ve long since grown accustomed to. When he speaks next, you already know it’s much more than a marriage; and, when he speaks next, you fear you’ve already had your fate decided for you.

“It’s not just a marriage,” Namjoon repeats, matter-of-fact, “because we’re making you Taehyung’s mate.”

“You didn’t have to do this.”

You try not to think about it. Admittedly, marrying your friend who you have only known for a year isn’t something you had been expecting. But, as Namjoon had explained it, it wasn’t necessarily a legal unification between you and Taehyung, though you suppose it’s as valid now as any marriage with the ritualistic handfasting ceremony making it official. That, and you favoured living to see another day instead of becoming a werewolf’s next meal or ripped to shreds by one.

Only a day after your conversation with the boys of Taehyung’s pack, you’ve come to your ultimate decision which has led you to where you are now, returning to Namjoon’s home for a wedding. Your wedding. You hadn’t very long to decide your own fate anyway, with the boys grimly warning you it was now or never. But you trust them, despite this crazed ludicrous situation you find yourself in ━ and you trust Taehyung more than anything, your friendship with him having quickly blossomed into something so sincerely profound over the year that you’ve known him.

If you’re being honest, Namjoon’s pack had at least made an effort for the occasion because despite how unconventional it is, it was still a celebration. A celebration for your marriage, and a celebration for their hopeful victory over Jaebum. Still, the underlying threat of the evening remains, made more prevalent by the fact that it was required to invite at least another pack (of which you’ve met the leader, Jisoo, a handful of times before) as witnesses. It’s a simple ceremony too, quaint and cute if you weren’t clinging to life. You had made it a point to dress up, digging a pretty white dress from the depths of your closet with flowing butterfly-like sleeves; Taehyung had forgone a suit but was still handsomely dressed too, leaving you to feel like less of an idiot. Namjoon had officiated it, standing before you and Taehyung as you held one another’s hand, wrapped delicately in ribbon, listening to the vows being proclaimed that talked about true love, and the passion and yearning involved.

When the handfasting finally draws to a close, you’re shoved into a room alone with Taehyung for a moment of privacy by Hoseok, who can be heard quipping wolfishly, “Get it over with quick!” before vanishing behind the closed door. You wager he’s left to join with the rest of the festivities outside where, no doubt, every werewolf is currently drinking themselves blind.

Finally alone with Taehyung, a saturated silence fills the air that has you wringing your hands anxiously in front of you. You sit on the edge of the bed in the center of the room. “What other choice was there, Tae?”

Taehyung takes a moment to respond, and even he knows the thought is a useless one when it crosses his mind before voicing it aloud. “We could have ran away.”

“How far would we get?” You sigh. Still, the sorrow earnest in his voice and riddling his face is enough to make you look up at him sympathetically. “I’m no use to you if Jaebum or someone worse finds us by ourselves. Besides, the boys need you.”

“No, you need me,” Taehyung insists. “Jungkook’s right. I dragged you and the pack into this mess. It’s my responsibility to fix this.”

He drags his feet towards the bed, then flops down onto his back on the mattress. A troubled groan punctuates the air, and you sneak a glance behind you to see him rubbing warily at his eyes.

You decide now would be the best time to ask the one question that has been on your mind since the night before when you were sitting in Namjoon’s kitchen to discuss Jaebum’s scorn. “Is that why… Is that why you offered to be my mate?”

“Yes,” Taehyung admits meekly. “Sort of. Think we’d all rather it be me than Joon, anyway.”

You don’t argue with this. The reasons as to why it had to be Taehyung satisfied you well enough. That, and aside from having befriended the pack over the months, you’re much closer to Taehyung than you are with the others.

“So…” You trail off, clearing your throat. At this point, you’re simply speaking for the sake of filling the void. “What now?”

Taehyung shrugs. He looks around the room. “Nothing.”

“Well, what did Hoseok mean just now? Get what over with?”

“Erm━” Taehyung opens his mouth, as if preparing to explain, then decides otherwise. “It’s nothing.”

“Taehyung, we literally just got married and you’re already keeping secrets from me,” You retort. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he insists. “It’s just that… Well…” He sits up from the bed, meeting your curious gaze. “This was essentially a mating, and every mating needs to be seen through to the end to be considered valid. The pack can tell when it’s… uh… done.”

Oh.

Now it hits you. It’s the way he awkwardly trails off, hand ruffling through his long locks, that has you immediately understanding what he’s trying to imply. You gawk upward at him. “Are you asking me to sleep with you?”

Suddenly, Taehyung looks flustered and he shakes his head frantically. “I mean, they expect it, but I would never force it on you.” Then, he straightens up, as if captivated by a newfound confidence. The smallest of smirks dances upon his lips that you don’t miss. “Besides, I never said it had to be between you and me. As long as they can sense it, I’d say your hand would do just fine instead ━ but you have all night for that.”

“Oh my god.”

The smirk widens into a devious look now. “You said you wanted honesty.”

As he dissolves into a fit of stifled chuckles, you scowl but you wager it’s mostly an attempt to hide the frazzled look on your face. Then, hurrying to change the topic, ask, “Is every mating like that then?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung admits. “If two mates want to stay together forever, they complete the process with marking, usually by a bite. It strengthens the mating bond.”

Taehyung notices you squirm in your spot, crossing your knee over the other and squeezing your thighs together. He can sense you’re uncomfortable, understandably with your current situation, but can’t quite pinpoint what else seems to make you sit so rigidly.

“What was it like for you?” He decides to ask. “The handfasting?”

The question takes you by surprise, though his sincere intrigue makes you smile smally to yourself. “I’ve never experienced anything like that before, but it was… It was nice.” You think back to nearly an hour ago, and the way Taehyung had looked standing before you. While you were marrying him out of necessity, there was something candidly beautiful about the entire ceremony. At the very least, you were glad it had been with Taehyung of all people. “Can I be honest with you, Tae?”

“Of course,” Taehyung says. “At this point, you can pretty much tell me anything. Don’t think anything’s as shocking as coming out as a werewolf.”

An innocent giggle bubbles at your throat. Suddenly, you look sheepish. “I might have had one too many glasses of wine before coming.”

“Ah.” Despite the interested hum of noise, he looks genuinely entertained. “So you’re drunk?”

“Not quite. Pleasantly buzzed,” You say. “Well, can you blame me? The occasion called for it considering a bunch of wolves want to kill me and I’m being arranged into a marriage.”

“So you don’t remember anything about your own wedding?”

You pull a face, though Taehyung gathers it’s because of the blunt mention of the word. “I do. Just… not all of it. Some things are clearer than others, but I think that’s mostly because I was nervous.”

“I remember every moment,” Taehyung muses thoughtfully. “I remember seeing you there, in your dress, and everything felt right despite it all.” His stare hardens in that moment, as if probed by the harsh reminder of the reasoning behind the night in the first place. “You know I’ll do anything to keep you safe, right? We haven’t had time to sit back and talk it over but you really do mean the world to me.”

A muffled groan eclipses your lips. You dig the heels of your palms against your eyes as you bemoan, “Don’t say those kinds of things, Tae.”

“Why?”

“Because… Because…” Your eyes shoot open, though suddenly you refuse to meet his curious wandering gaze.

But Taehyung doesn’t even need you to finish your thought. You wonder if it’s one of the many keen abilities possessed by these shapeshifters or if it’s simply a Taehyung thing, being that he’s quickly become one of your closest friends over the year that you’ve known him.  

“You’re still nervous,” he hums as delicately as possible. It’s not an accusation, but a simple fact of the matter. He pushes himself to sit on the edge of the bed beside you, leaving an appropriate amount of space between the two of you. “Are you nervous because of me?”

“No.”

“That’s a lie,” Taehyung snorts. When you don’t respond immediately, a small inkling of a doubt makes him question apprehensively, “Are you scared of me then? I wouldn’t blame you, especially after everything that’s been going on━”

“What?” You finally turn to look at him, a look of incredulousness contorting your face. “No! No, I’m not scared of you, Tae. I could never be scared of you.” You don’t dare turn to face him, instead keeping your eyes fixed on your hands as you continue. “You make me nervous, but not in a bad way. Does that make any sense?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it does.” When you chance a look at him, you find him smiling softly to himself. “It’s the same way I felt when I saw you earlier tonight.”

Your heart quickens in pace against your chest, and you’re almost positive he can surely hear it. Now, you finally lift your timid stare to meet his pensive look, and you have to bite back the smile that threatens to form on your face. He looks distracted, though not in a way where his mind is elsewhere entirely; instead, he seems besotted, dark eyes shimmering gently, and there’s a palpable shift of energy in the atmosphere.

Without even realizing it, the pair of you begin to gravitate towards one another, leaning in close enough to shorten the distance between the two of you. You pause, lingering near enough to feel his warm breath fanning against your neck. He can’t help himself, and reaches out with his hand to brush his fingers along your shoulder to the base of your throat, sending chills down your spine. His hand comes to rest against your neck, fingers stretching outward to cradle the back of your head. He guides you toward him this time, closer and closer.

“Taehyung…” You whisper.

He stops at once, clamps his mouth shut and squeezes his eyes closed. His restraint seems to be not without labour, judging by the sobering small shake of his head, and the way he leans his forehead against yours, tendons in his jaw fluttering as he clenches his teeth. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t.”

“I want you to.”

He’s startled when you’re the one that moves first, catching his lips onto yours. He’s unmoving at first, basking in the feel and taste of your mouth smoothing over his. It’s slow, steady, but then he’s craning his neck to deepen the kiss and something feverish overtakes the both of you. You clamber onto his lap at once, swinging one leg over his and settling back onto him, your dress bunching up at your thighs. He’s taken aback for a moment, though his hands instinctively come to grip at your waist and you try not to focus on how large and warm they feel, burning against the material of your dress. In fact, every inch of him radiates a thermal energy that is both comforting and excites you. You chase his lips, yearning for another kiss, but he hesitates at the last moment, jerking his head away. He doesn’t move very far at first, then he drops his head into the crook of your neck. His nose burrows against the base of your throat, his lips brushing against your skin as he moves along your neck to your shoulder, then back again. You can tell he’s holding himself back, not quite allowing himself to enjoy this. To enjoy you.

“You said we have all night, didn’t you?” You rasp. “So why not start now?”

“I also said it didn’t have to be between you and me if you didn’t want it to be.” Taehyung finds his voice at long last, however hoarse it may be. You’re already driving him crazy, just by your smell alone. “Are you sure? You said you wanted honesty, so be honest with me, Y/N. Don’t just say it’s because it has to be done. I don’t want you to regret anything.”

“Well, don’t you want this?” You question.

“Fuck, yes.” He groans against your neck. Something feral seems to stir within him, and you can feel his canines bare against your skin. “But only if you do.”

You aren’t quite sure what seems to possess you all of a sudden. He’s intoxicating, you think. Your hands tug at his hair now, desperation wearing your own voice thin. “Yes, Tae. Please. I want you inside me so badly.”

Finally, he presses his mouth against your throat, tonguing hot open-mouthed kisses there. His grip tightens around your waist, tugging you harder against him, and the feeling of him growing harder against your inner thigh in a matter of seconds has you both enraptured by a newfound heated ferocity.

Grasping at a moment of clarity, you ask meekly, “Isn’t this your first time?”

“Is it that obvious?”

You want to tell him anything but, the way his hands and lips move across you an indicator of that. “I thought you wolves are all about sex. Don’t you, like, go into heat or something?”

It’s a feeble attempt at a snarky joke, judging by the way your lips unfurl into a languid smirk. “Typically. But I never wanted sex for the sake of fucking. The boys make fun of me all the time for it.”

You snicker, but the delightful noise is lost in a simper as he continues to kiss upward to the underside of your jaw. He grips tightly at your waist and moves, shifting the two of you around, until your back is splayed out on the edge of the bed and he’s hovering directly over you.

“Taehyung…” He grunts in response, though you don’t blame him for not responding. The way his cock bulges against your core now, the way you press your hips up into his instinctively, is enough to drive you insane, let alone the boy. Still, you manage to rasp, “Tae, just don’t bite me. Promise me.”

“I won’t,” he assures, though now he certainly seems preoccupied. He inhales deeply, nostrils flaring, and whines aloud, “God, I can already smell you. So fucking good.”

His head falls into the crook of your neck as his hips dig harshly into yours in a way that makes you aware of what his words seem to mean. Slick arousal already begins to form between your legs, pooling into a mess on your underwear that has you squirming beneath him. The thought of him being able to smell you makes your face heat, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He kisses down to your collarbones, then, without warning, flips you over at once. Rough hands grasp at your waist, pulling you to your knees and your ass off the edge of the bed. As he fumbles to tear your panties from your hips, then lifts the skirt of your dress up with one hand, he hurries to undo his belt and the button of his pants with the other.

“Wait, Tae━” You gasp. Before he can push himself into you, you heave yourself up with your hands and twist just enough to place your palm above his waist on his abdomen, stopping him in his place. “What are you doing?”

“What’s wrong?” he asks, brows creasing with concern. “Isn’t this how it’s done? I’m not totally helpless.”

You bite back your abrupt grin, swallowing your amusement when you realize he’s genuinely confused. It’s hard to grasp how he can look so innocent even despite his leaking cock still in his hand. “Well, yeah, but not always.”

“I just thought it was like how dogs go at it, y’know?” Taehyung says. “The guys all seem to say so anyway.”

You can’t help it now when this newfound information has you keeling over with laughter. You’re fortunate he doesn’t seem offended by your delight, instead grinning sheepishly to himself as he watches you wipe tears away from your eyes.

“What?” he asks promptly, and then as if to nudge you back to reality, tightens his grip on your waist and yanks you towards him gingerly. Pressing his front flush against your back, he catches your ear lobe between his teeth and nibbles on it.

“Then I feel sorry for their mates,” You manage to choke out. “It’s not bad, but I want to be able to see you the first time around. It’s better that way. More intimate.”

You squirm out from beneath him, turning to face him properly. Still sprawled out before him, you prop yourself up on your elbow and then reach out with your other hand to grab at his face and pull him down to you.

“Noted,” he hums into your mouth. “Anything else I should know?”

“Nothing that I can think of at the moment,” You admit, though maybe that’s simply because your mind is spinning at the sight of his length.

He’s much, much bigger than you imagined, tip irritated and swollen red already, glistening with precum as he swipes his palm over himself a handful of times. You hike your dress up further around your waist as he guides himself towards you.

“Stop me if it hurts,” he says.

You nod, though you trust him well enough to know he’ll treat you right in the best way possible. As he pushes the tip of his length against your folds and into you, your reactions are almost immediate. He ceases above you, face scrunching up at the feeling of your slickness around him. You notice his furrowed brows, the way he bares his teeth. A guttural growl sounds deep within his chest that has you shuddering in anticipation.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans. “You’re so fucking wet. You take me so well, baby. I don’t think I’ll last long.”

“Don’t care,” You whimper. “Just wanna feel you.”

He pushes himself in further, slowly and carefully, inch-by-inch, in just a way that has the both of you feeling how he stretches you open every single step of the way. You wonder how much further you can go until he’s stopping, bottoming out within you. He sputters for air, collapsing against your chest entirely as you fall back onto the bed. He waits just enough for you to adjust to the girth of his weight in you, then rolls his hips into yours. Then again, and again, until he’s grinding into you with such measured and deep strokes that you melt beneath him entirely. You kick your legs up to wrap around his waist, head lolling back at the feeling of his mouth sucking against your throat.

“I’m gonna━” His voice splinters off then into an abrupt cry. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum━”

He’s quick to dissolve into shambles, grunting and moaning every time you clench around him and every thrust of his hips. Just when you think you’ve lost yourself to the moment, he cums much faster than you thought and entirely unexpected for him too, in hot waves that have you still writhing beneath him. When he’s spent, his weight falls slack against you, crushing you beneath him but in a comforting manner. It’s silently peaceful for a few moments as he settles, heart thundering in his chest and against yours. Your fingers smooth over his sweaty long locks, scratching at his head. Then━

“That was terrible, wasn’t it?” he mutters wretchedly.

“Not terrible,” You confess. “What was that? Three minutes, top? For your first time, I’m honestly surprised you lasted more than a minute.”

“Fuck off.” His fingers poke at your sides teasingly as you burst out into laughter. He lifts his head to meet yours, perhaps a little embarrassed. “Don’t tell the guys. They’ll never let me live it down.”

“Doesn’t matter,” You hum, tracing your finger down to his lips. “We can practice whenever you want. I’ll make you into a lover so good, you’ll want me to brag to them.”

“Practice, huh?” His eyes sparkle mischievously. He pulls himself from your core and you hiss at the sudden loss, tugging at his chest as if to keep him close to you but he seems to have other plans. “Why stop now?”

You watch him curiously. “Easy there, boy. Don’t wear yourself out.”

“Well, I have to make it up to you,” he points out. “Especially on your wedding night. It’s only fair. What kind of lousy mate would I be to call it a night without having you cum on my face?”

“Romantic.” You roll your eyes but you marvel at the way you had shuddered at the word only moments ago and now, under such a different circumstance, the way he utters it makes your heart flutter in your chest. “Is this the first time you’ve eaten a girl out?”

“I said I was a virgin,” he says. Your eyes stay trained on the boy as he shifts himself further down your body to wedge himself between your thighs, throwing one leg over his shoulder. He kisses at your navel, then down to your core. He takes his time as he reaches out with his fingers to swipe at your folds, admiring the way his cum leaks from you; then, with his forefinger, he wipes at a stray bead of his arousal and pushes it back into your cunt slowly. The simple action is enough to have your back arching off the bed, hands flying out to brace yourself by gripping at his hair. “I never said I didn’t know how to please a woman elsewhere.”

“Enlighten me.”

“Gladly.”

He sinks lower to your core and out of sight, leaving hot open mouthed kisses along the way. His finger never once leaves its spot within you, and instead is joined by another that spreads you wide in absence of his cock.

“Do you know how hard it is to focus on anything other than your beautiful cunt?” he asks, voice low and sultry. “From the moment I could smell you, I wanted a taste.”

His tongue probes against your clit, the wet muscle a sudden startle that has you slackening against him. He flicks it back and forth, mouth wrapping around the bundle of nerves and sucking hard. A moan threatens to fall from your lips but an intrusive thought crossing your mind has you swallowing it with much difficulty.

“Can’t the boys hear us from down there?” You ask. You wonder how the celebration for your “wedding” has unfolded over the night without you or Taehyung there, or if they even notice your prolonged absence.

“No.” His voice is a deep mumble, rattling you from your core outward. “We learn how to tune out sounds nearby unless we really want to pay attention. The new ones struggle a bit, though.”

He curls his fingers inside you, stretching them upward. You pant, “Isn’t Jungkook still new?”

You can feel his smirk unfurling against you even before he pokes his head up to look at you with devious, hooded eyes. “Yeah, well, it’s a bit of a hazing process.”

You hardly have time to register the thought, though it doesn’t matter much. You’re far too overwhelmed by the way Taehyung is making you feel to even care. He drops his mouth from your clit to your folds, tongue swirling against your aching core. He laps at your cunt like a mangy dog as his fingers continue to work within you. The further he burrows into you, the harder his nose digs against your clit and sends you over the edge. You try to hold on just a little longer but your core is already achingly sensitive from when his length had made it home.

“Cum for me,” he murmurs. “Don’t hold back, baby. Let me taste you.”

Fingers twisting in his hair, he growls roughly against you, basking in the way you mewl and moan his name. Time seems to blur and, before you know it, you’ve reached your high. You’re embarrassingly wet, soaking his chin and nose which glistens with a mixture of yours and his arousal. Taehyung doesn’t hold back, instead licking you clean of every last drop, a muffled moan of content emitting from him.

“So good,” he says. “All mine.”

When he finally pulls away from you, he licks at his lips as if not quite finished with your every taste. From where he sits, you’re an entire mess, brows scrunched in concentration, teeth tugging at your lower lip. Needy hands yank at his hair and he obliges, kissing his way up your body to meet your mouth. His tongue pokes through to lav at your lips and wedges itself beyond, and you suck delightfully at the taste of you and him mingling on it. His own hands caress your body, bringing you back down from your high gradually but you can still feel his straining dick against your thigh and it invigorates you even further despite the beginning hints of exhaustion starting to creep upon you.

“Want more,” Taehyung growls with a newfound intensity, catching you off guard. “Need your cunt. M’gonna make it mine. Need to make you mine. Gonna fill you with my cum till you’re bursting with my pups, how does that sound?”

Mind spinning, you nod eagerly at the thought. Your words form in the shape of a moan. “Yes, please.”

“Gotta get this dress off first,” he mutters, greedy palms wandering up beneath the hem of your dress.

You scurry to obey, helping him slide the dress off your arms and toss it away on the floor. He’s more than pleased to see that you had decided to forgo wearing a bra earlier in the day, and reaches out at once to grasp at your perked breasts in his large palm. He buries his face into your chest, catching one of your nipples between his teeth. He busies himself by marking your chest red with small nibbles until you grow impatient, tugging at the shirt he’s still wearing. He’s quick to oblige, shedding himself of his clothes; then, his nails are digging viciously into your hips as he flips the two of you over with incredible ease.

“Sit on my cock,” he snarls into your ear. “Need to feel you again.”

Legs weak from your past orgasm and the huskiness of his voice, you sidle onto his lap, tossing one thigh over his. He sits up to join you and helps push himself past your folds, though you finish by settling back on his length carefully until you’re filled to the brim. Despite already knowing what to expect from the first time around, you still shudder at the feeling, mouth unhinging as you roll your hips leisurely against his. He hardly strays from your body, instead continuing to kiss between the valley of your breasts and up to the underside of your jaw and back again. Fingers poke and prod at your body as they follow his lips, then grasp at your ass to push you closer to him each time you grind against him.

Just when you begin grinding against him in a new angle that makes you moan into his ear, a sudden noise startles the both of you but only just. It takes you both a moment to register it’s the sound of knocking on the other side of the bedroom door (that you can’t remember if Taehyung had locked, because you certainly hadn’t), followed by Jimin’s familiar voice. “Joon said he wanted us to check in on you!”

Taehyung immediately groans into your neck out of frustration, though you suspect it’s because your pace starts to stutter and not because of his bothersome friends.

“Taehyung,” You bite at your lip in an attempt to hide your moans. You tug at his hair, as if to portray what your words fail to do, but he can hear it plainly riddling your voice. The concern, and the sudden shyness, as if fearing Jimin may walk in. But part of you is thrilled at the thought, and judging by the way your unabashed cry of glee slips from your lips without much hiding is proof of that. “Oh, Tae━”

“Shit,” Taehyung’s muffled grunts of pleasure and the way his hips continue to dig into yours to meet your efforts makes you aware Jimin is the least of his current troubles. “Fucking hell━ Don’t stop.”

“Are you guys okay in there?” Now comes Hoseok’s voice, a little faint but undeniably there. Can they hear you? Do they care? They must know what’s happening beyond the door.

“They’re doing it on purpose. Fucking idiots,” Taehyung snarls as he slams his hips up into yours. A contented whimper falls from your mouth, and you cling to him tighter as you quicken your pace. Taehyung grabs at your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes fixed on him despite wandering to the door. “Look at you fucking yourself on me still even with them listening. Such a good girl, huh? So desperate for my cock, aren’t you? Gonna breed so well.”

You think Hoseok and Jimin give up and leave at some point, though you don’t recall when. Instead, in the next moment, something primitive seems to awaken in Taehyung once more and he’s shoving you onto your back on the bed. Kneeling before you, he pummels his hips into yours again and again until you’re only crying his name.

“Mine. All mine,” he growls. “Wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

So wearied from your first high, you tumble easily to your second, coming undone in a matter of seconds, spurred on by the lewd wet noises of his length thrusting into you.

“That’s it, baby,” he mutters, basking in the sound of your moans. “Fuck━ Let them all know who you belong to━”

But just when you think Taehyung has reached his own orgasm ━ sputtering for air and crescendoing in moans of your names, panting hot breath into your ear as he leans against your chest ━ he doesn’t. His thrusts become desperate and sloppy, bordering on frantic, that the soreness between your legs begins to burn. It’s an amalgamation of stubborn yet bearable pain and something harshly pleasant that has your head lolling back.

“What’s wrong?” You moan, blindly tugging at his hair. “Taehyung?”

“I can’t━” He cries out. “I can’t━ I’m so fucking hard, it hurts. I don’t know what’s wrong━”

Confused yet too tired to keep up, you reach out to smooth your fingers across his back. “It’s okay. Just let go, baby. Cum for me, Tae. Please.”

“I’m trying,” he chokes out. “I just can’t━”

Your mind works in a haze to understand what’s happening, but through it all you’re able to discern one reasonable thought. What had Taehyung said about matings and bonds? Aside from the obvious of sleeping with a mate, he had said that typically certain bonds require marking. But he had also said that marking proved to be almost irreversible, resulting in a connection so close that a pair of mates would be together forever. It was a troublesome concept to think about, especially when considering you didn’t think you were a fit match for Taehyung if only because you’re human.

But is that what he needed? The physical strain he puts himself under now to reach his high is almost unbearable to watch. So, you settle on a whim of a decision and conclude that you won’t think of any consequences until after the fact, only wanting to see the poor boy in relief.

“Tae,” You whisper. “What if you bite me?”

“I won’t,” Taehyung says through gritted teeth. His pace has slowed as he slumps against your chest in nearing defeat. “You told me not to.”

“I don’t care,” You retort. “Just bite me.”

He hesitates, lifting his gaze to look at you. When he sees your earnest zeal, he grimaces as if despising that this is his only option. Still, the look of relief that crosses his face is undeniably there. He presses his mouth against your throat, lips brushing faintly against your flesh as he grazes the smooth expanse for a spot, sharp canines poking against you. You brace yourself for the bite, though the pain isn’t as bad as you had thought. A sharp jolt runs down your spine as he sinks his teeth into your skin, and his reaction is immediate, crumbling into pitiful moans of glory.

“Fuck!” he wails. With one final slam of his hips into yours, he finally reaches his high and it’s unlike anything you have felt before. As if he begins to swell within you, his length pulsates as he cums in you to the point where you can’t help but feel so full. It overflows and leaks from your core and onto the sheets, a sticky mess that lingers even long after he’s done. Your mouth pops open at the foreign feeling, whimpering his name.

“I’m sorry,” he flinches. “I’m sorry, does it hurt?”

“No,” You manage to say. “It just… It feels so good━”

He sluggishly rides out the rest of his high until you both physically can’t take anymore. When he hears you hiss his name in a soft reminder, he apologizes once more. Then, as the room falls oddly silent, he slumps against you. He lavs his tongue over the fresh mark on your neck, the gentle motion alleviating the sting left behind. As Taehyung settles finally, he shifts his head to look up at you. You note the faint yellow hue lingering in his eyes, fading now.

“I’m sorry,” he says again. “We might have to stay like this for a while.”

“Can’t say I’m mad about that,” You croon sleepily. “You better draw me a bath after this.”

He laughs, rubbing gentle circles against your hips. “Of course. I’ll do anything for you.”

You believe him wholeheartedly when he says it, smiling against his mouth when he leans in for a kiss. His tender wandering hands over your body does wonders in calming your shrill heart, the stretch between your legs, and the bite on your neck. He nuzzles his face into your collarbones, the tip of his nose tickling against you. As your fingers rake through his hair and scratch at his head, he mewls in content.

“Is it always like that?” You ask through a stifled yawn. “You had so much energy, I could barely keep up.”

“No,” he admits groggily. “It’s only like that when you’re mated with someone.”

“What does that even mean anyway?” You ask. “To be mated with someone?”

“Well, it’s━ It’s not really a conscious decision. It sort of just happens,” Taehyung says. “It’s a connection. You gravitate towards one another. You can’t live without the other. We call it imprinting. Sometimes you’re mated to a person who doesn’t even want you, but those are rare instances.”

“So we’re the exception?”

“I thought we were,” Taehyung trails off now. He finally lifts his head to look at you, perhaps a little embarrassed. “I━ Well━ All of this, and especially the bite, doesn’t just happen ━ and definitely not with humans.”

“Oh.” You blush now, face warming under the boy’s introspective stare. “So you’re saying we’re…”

“I always thought there was a connection, but I didn’t think it meant this,” Taehyung murmurs to himself. “As crazy as it sounds, I think we were meant to be.”

“So the bite…”

You don’t finish your thought, instead already having pieced it together in your mind. It does sound crazy, but even you have felt it before. A strange connection to Taehyung, far more exceptional than simply having feelings for him. And the bite is what draws it all together, proving his point and your previous speculations about some sort of affection between the two of you.  

“Are you starting to regret this now?” Taehyung asks sheepishly, a weak attempt at a joke to what he had asked you earlier in the night.  

He braces himself, as if waiting for your outburst of annoyance or anger. To push him off of you and leave forever. But you do neither, instead reaching out to grasp at his face in both of your hands. You delicately lift his head, meeting his docile stare, entirely and utterly bewitched by him.

“No,” You say earnestly. “I couldn’t have asked for a better night.” A smile forms on his face, innocent and ardent in nature. “I’m just wondering how I’ll hide the mark.”

“I think there’s little to hide now after tonight,” Taehyung grins wolfishly. “Especially with the boys.” 

He quivers with laughter at the sight of your scowling face and fingers poking at his sides. As he settles, he leans into your ear to hum, “I’ll make it up to you. Everything. Jaebum, the bite, the boys. But I think you should rest now. We’ll deal with all of that later.”

You don’t argue with that. You’ve already begun to fight the beginnings of sleep, eyelids drooping and itching with a need to just close them ━ and with Taehyung’s arms wrapped around you, his body emitting a pleasurable heat, you decide there’s no place else you’d rather be, moonstruck and in love.

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(POLL! PLEASE VOTE) Got7 art and future comic theme?

What’s up guys! I mentioned before that I want to make some Got7 art  but I feel like it would be fun if i included your opinion in the matter. I’ve created this poll that you can vote on at this link (POLL) and it pretty much just looks like this. 

I’ve set it up so that you can vote for more than one option and you can vote multiple times if you really want your favorite to win. I hope to hear from you guys soon! Let’s make more Got7 AU art!

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Pull of the Moon

Kirishima Eijirou

word count : 7.8k

[ ✘ (nsfw!), werewolf!au ]  

themes : masturbation, licking/biting, dom!Kiri, rough sex, dirty talk, slight choking, friends to lovers, confession

bio : Eijirou makes sure he’s far away from you for when the heat cycle strikes, but just when he thinks your friendship is safe from his monstrous hormones, there you are at his doorstep.

author’s note : so this is a fic that i wrote years ago for my kpop blog, linked in my bio. i wanted to repost it here for bnha, just bc i like the way i wrote it and i think it’s pretty fitting character-wise for Kiri! plus im a slut for werewolf fics. and also i wanted to post something while work is keeping me from writing something 100% new rn :3 pls note this is NOT plagiarized as I am the original author of the original fic.

side note : if there are any places where it says Jae, Jaebum, etc. lemme know bc it was a quick job i did converting this to a Kiri fic lol like even the title is the same oops

also available on AO3 here

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“🅂o you’re sure you have to leave for tonight, Y/N?” Kirishima inquires, tilting his head in his open palm to crane his bright gaze up toward your face.  

“Yeah, I don’t think I can get out of visiting my parents for dinner this time,” you reply, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as you cuddle your chin into the warmth of Kirishima’s oversized scarf. The soft fabric grazes under your nose, and your eyes close blissfully as you inhale Kirishima’s strong, spicy aroma mingled with his cologne.

Kirishima watches you through slitted eyes, secretly pleased at your actions. Not that he would ever tell you, because that would be weird. He shuts his eyes tightly, telling himself in his head not to overthink it. Of course you like how he smells, he’s your friend. Friends like how each other smell… right? His body shivers as your fingers naturally slide into his thick, red hair. His face slides down as his body turns to jello, leaning completely on top of the table in complete euphoria at the feeling of your touch. If there was a price to have your hands on him for every hour of the day, he would pay it a thousand times over. His lips part as his jaw instinctively unhinges at your undivided attention like a newborn puppy, chin angling when your fingers slide down to the side of his jaw you brush just underneath it before pulling away.  

“Eiji, I really do have to go,” you murmur, fingers retreating from his form as he lets out a low whine. One of his warm eyes opens, scowling at you playfully.

“Okay,” he sighs when you push out your chair and begin to gather your things. He places some money on the table before following you out of the coffee shop. “I’m jealous, please bring me some of your mom’s noodles. You know how much I like them, and her.“

“I will Eiji. But you’re lucky you’re not coming, because all they ever do is gush about what a cute couple we’d be and it always ends up being weird,” you trail off, nodding to yourself.

Kirishima nods too but his heart jumps at you thinking of him as an intimate partner.

“By the way, thanks for the latte. And tell Mina hello for me when you see her tonight,” you laugh with a suggestive wink.

Kirishima rolls his eyes. “You know I’m only spending the night with her to help her with her… issues."

You smack his arm and scoff. “As if that’s a burden to you! At least you’re spending the night having fun. I’m just gonna be answering the million questions my parents will be asking about you the whole time and falling asleep in my bed by myself."

“It’s not my fault I’m so lovable,” he banters, a cheeky grin splicing between his lips, trying to shake the image of you alone in bed out of his imaginative mind.

“Say that to you baku-squad,” you retort, the two of you now standing in front of the cafe as you linger before your journey to the bus station.

“Hey— wait, is that my scarf?” Kirishima asks, pretending to notice just now when he really did the moment you walked in two hours ago. But you looked so cute all bundled up in his scarf that he decided not to say anything, content to see you warm and happy in his own clothing.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” you unwrap it from your neck and Kirishima gazes at the newly-revealed skin there with longing, forgetting about the scarf. “Eiji?"

He snaps out of it. “What? Oh— the scarf.. Keep it, I was just teasing,” he mumbles as you hook the material around the back of his neck. He’s considerably tall, massive frame towering over you so much that you have to strain your arms to fling the material onto his shoulders.

“That’s okay Eiji... you look cute in it, so wear it for Mina,” you smile half-heartedly, tugging the fabric at the ends to coil around his throat snugly. “Don’t worry about me."

“I always worry about you, Y/N,” Kirishima gazes into your eyes with a passionate longing undetectable to you. Not Mina, he wants to add.

“Well, don’t, Red, I’ll be okay. I always am,” you trace his jaw slowly with a finger before your hands fall at your sides, brushing off your coat.  

Kirishima nods hesitantly, falling into a quiet, comfortable pace beside you.  

Your boots quickly become cold as the two of you trudge through the slush from leftover snow, the bitter winter breeze chilling your nose and ears. Sooner than either of you would like, you’ve reached the bus station. Kirishima shuffles from foot to foot, arguing with himself as to if he should ask you to stay and have dinner with him instead of going on the hour-long ride to your parents’.  

“Are you sure this is okay? You don’t want me to come with you? Or I can drive you. The roads aren’t that great tonight… Mina will understand. She doesn’t— We’re not dating, you know— me and her, I mean, I only… help her as a friend.. So I can cancel, and she won’t have any issues. She has lots of other guy friends,” Kirishima reasons.

“Eiji,” you chuckle, taking your duffel bag from his hand that he’d carried for the journey here, “Mina needs you.”

But I need you, Kirishima thinks as he bites his lip. “Okay… have a safe ride then. And text me when you get there.”  

“Yes, Dad,” you laugh. You slip into his arms easily, almost naturally, and press your face against his chest beneath his wool jacket.  

Kirishima’s arms encircle you immediately, instinctively pulling you to him as his chin falls atop the crown of your head. “I’ll miss you,” he breathes.

“Don’t be weird, Eiji,” you giggle, pulling away from him much too soon for his liking. “See you tomorrow.”  

Kirishima watches you walk into the bus terminal, duffel bag in your hand with his heart unknowingly tucked deep inside of it.

Kirishima paces back and forth between the couch and the dining table. His nerves are shaky and his body uncharacteristically twitchy. He’d been smelling female wolves around the city all day while he was out with you, but he managed to ward them off with icy glares and his steel-strong self-control. It also helped that you were there to distract him, seeing as when he wasn’t with you, you were the only thing on his mind. But now that he was alone— Mina had cancelled on him to spend the night with an “old friend” that had come back to town— and he was all by himself, he was feeling the full effects of the female wolf hormones he’d breathed in for the past twelve hours.

He closes his eyes as his mind wanders to the image of you wrapped up in his scarf in the cafe; the warm scent of coffee; the condensation on the windows; your light-filled eyes on him; the scent of your freshly-washed hair… He opens his eyes, tongue running over his front teeth as he feels the evident, sharp prod of his elongated cuspids as a result of his piqued interest. He groans, feeling his eyes dilate just the slightest of fractions. He sits on the floor, sliding down the wall with a frown on his plump lips.

Kirishima watches the hands of the clock tick on the wall in front of him for a moment before he shuts his eyes and smacks his head back against the drywall, a loud whine releasing from his throat. The apartment lacks of things that could possibly captivate his attention at the moment; all he can do is think about you— your pretty face, your gentle caress on his skin just hours before. There are no messages from you and his sensitive ears long to hear the chime notification that signifies your safe arrival.  

“Just friends,” he murmurs, “just friends, just friends, just friends."

He tries to breathe in deeply to relax himself, but success quickly slips through his grasp as the scent of you lingers on the scarf casually thrown over the back of the sofa. His jaw clenches as his teeth gnash, taking in your alluring aroma. He tries to think of something— anything else, but he eventually gives up, slamming his palms flat on the hardwood floor as he pushes himself up. He lunges toward the couch, throwing himself onto the open cushions as his hands immediately find the soft cotton. He brings the material to his nose, a low moan falling from his open mouth as the intense smell floods his senses.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, readjusting his hips as he feels his body reacting swiftly to the pull of your scent. He hisses lightly as he feels the blood rush to his pants, wiggling his hips around to feel the delicious friction against his hardening erection. He rubs the inside of his thigh gently with his palm, imagining your small hand instead of his on his jean-clad length. “God, this is so fucked,” he gasps, grip strengthening on himself through his jeans. Originally his plan for the evening consisted of fucking Mina senseless and imagining it was you, but seeing as she had cancelled, this was the next best option.  

Kirishima fumbles with his belt and shimmies out of his jeans, ripping his constrictive t-shirt over his head and whipping it elsewhere into the living room. He kicks the denim off from around his ankles next, one hand holding the soft fabric of the scarf close to his nose and the other trailing toward his throbbing hard-on from the bend of his knee; how he imagines your hand would do.

A feral grunt dislodges from the back of his throat as he pictures your hair falling around your perfectly cherubic face that leans down toward his own, one hand pressing his chest down against the couch cushion and the other hand on his thigh tracing the outline of his cock straining against his briefs. His hips jerk as his forefinger runs from tip to base, his thumb sliding backwards over the previous route to caress the head of his dick gently in circular swipes. He seals his lips together by sucking in the bottom one, his canines lengthened by arousal piercing the soft flesh of the lower lip so that a metal taste floods his mouth, but he only closes his eyes and continues his ministrations.

Kirishima continues to skim the pads of his fingertips over the prominent erection that pushes against his underwear in defiance, face pressed into the back of the sofa so the cushions catch his heavy moans instead of his neighbors. He halts for a moment so he can find a throw pillow to sink his fangs into, positioning the scarf above his lip and against the pillow so it presses right against his hypersensitive nose. A strangled moan tears from him, his hand immediately returning to his leaking hard-on. It dips underneath the band of his boxers before it wraps around his width, squeezing tight. His body shakes and he sucks in a breath, squirming to lay flat against the leather of the sofa. Slowly he moves his hand up to encompass the head, a heavy snarl being lost into the throw pillow. He strokes himself teasingly, thumb trailing behind to caress the aching tip. His hips push into the cushion as his body moves to a natural rhythm, thrusting them up slightly as his fist falls back down toward his abdomen. The thick precum dribbling from his tip lathers his palm so his cock slides into it easily. His eyelashes tickle his high cheekbones as his eyes shut tighter, fingertips tracing the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft.

The sofa wheezes as he shifts, impatiently pushing his briefs down in one tug to rest on his mid-thighs. He scoots off of the sofa and onto the hardwood floor, kneeling as he places his fist onto the tabletop, lining his hips delicately before sliding his length into his firm grasp. He whimpers into the pillow, now damp with his saliva, and hunches over the table, his free arm curled underneath his broad torso. The fabric of the scarf tickles his nose but he inhales deeper, hips pushing in and out of his fist quickly. He imagines you beneath him instead of the table and his fist, moaning with him as his canines sink into your neck to mark you as his and only his. His destitute wails are swallowed by the soft pillow and the scarf as he keeps thrusting steadily, imagination running so wildly he can almost feel your legs on either side of him, pushing him further inside of you.

“Oh, Y/N,” he grunts, cuspids fully lengthened and sharpened now in desire, piercing the soft fabric of the pillow almost enough so his bottom and top teeth could touch through the plush object,” Y/N, I’m gonna—“

Knock knock knock.

Kirishima’s body stills as he opens his eyes, disappointment rushing through him at the sight of the coffee table underneath him. He wants to scream, but he just shuts his eyes, taking a breath in before sliding his hard cock out of his fist and tucking the slick inconvenience back into his boxers. His breath is labored and heavy, but he manages to find his jeans and slip them on anyway. “One sec,” he says loudly, fastening the button before hesitantly wiping his hand on the side of the denim. He can’t help but sulk as he walks over and picks his shirt up from the floor, breathing deeply and hoping his canines aren’t too obvious of an indicator as to what he was just doing… not to mention the angrily-pulsing dick resting against the inside of his thigh.  

He strides toward the door, opening it ready to tell Mina he thought she’d cancel when he’s greeted with your sweet face and the scent of Italian food. His jaw almost hits the floor as he gapes at you, dick pressing longingly against his jeans at your familiar smell, but in person it radiates off of you so strong he almost lunges at you. You’re looking up at him with those bright cheerful eyes he loves, a timid smile on your lips as you swing the takeout bag back and forth behind your back in anticipation.  

“Hi, Eiji,” you smile and set the bag on the ground next to the door before you turn around and take his tense body into your arms, throwing yourself onto him.  

A gasp rips from his throat but quickly turns into a cough, body trembling at your singeing touch. His jaw quivers as he conceals his pointed teeth, angling his thigh away from you strategically. “Y-Y/N, w-what are you doing here?” He manages to ask, lips sealing immediately once the words are pushed out.   His hands remain clenched at his sides; he’s scared that if he touches you now he won’t be able to stop.  

“There was a freak accident on the highway ahead of my bus… We had to turn back. My parents don’t mind though, they said we can reschedule. Maybe you won’t need to miss my mom’s noodles this time; you can come if you want. By the way, I brought Italian!” You smile as you pick up the bag and brush past him, leaving him standing there, looking at the door with a glare.

You move around the sofa and sit on one of the leather cushions, setting the bag onto the coffee table. “Ew Eiji,” he sits next to you stiffly, eyes widening as you reach over to the table and poke a finger into the slick trail of precum that had dribbled out of his fist just moments ago. “What is this? Do you ever clean this apartment?” You giggle, unfolding the paper bag the food had come in and wiping your finger on your skirt. “Anyway, I got food from your favorite place and made sure I got the breadsticks with the extra sauce ‘cause I know you lov—“

A quiet groan escapes Kirishima’s mouth as he puts his head in his hands— your scent, your alluring body, your heart-swelling gaze, just you, being here—it’s too much for his raging hormones.  

“Ei? Are you okay?” You ask, scooting closer and pressing the back of your hand to his forehead. He’s shaking and you don’t know why, so you bring his head to rest against your collar, just above your fluttering heart. “Eiji, you’re burning up…”  

He stays pressed against you, the desperation and torture he felt earlier suddenly fleeting and gone from his body as your own erases them completely. He swallows. It feels so good, but he knows it’s wrong. This is wrong when you’re just his friend and his dick is leaking into his underwear for you as you hold him like this.

“Get out,” Kirishima murmurs, eyes set on the paper bag.  

You still, slowly pulling him. “W-What Eiji?”  

“You need to leave,” he says through his teeth, jaw set tight.  

“Eijirou.. I don’t understand— is this how you treat someone when they bring you your favorite food?” You spit, hands curling into frustrated fists.

Kirishima ignores you, knowing he can apologize tomorrow when he’s in the right mindset but you being here with him at the moment could jeopardize your entire relationship.

“I… Is it… her? Is it Mina?” You murmur, and Kirishima’s gaze turns to you sharply at the drop in your tone. His lips part to say something to soothe your confidence as he sees it shatter. “I didn’t realize— I thought—” you breathe in sharply and shake your head, shooting up from your spot and rushing around the sofa.  

Kirishima beats you to the door, palm reaching over your shoulder to slam it just as you can get it open a sliver. He grabs your biceps, spinning you around and pressing you against the door with his hand as a cushion to break your impact.

“It’s never been Mina,” he snarls, knee splitting your legs and sliding up the gap between your thighs to press against your core; your panties and his jeans the only thing separating your center from his skin.

Your eyes widen and you gasp as his hands cup your face with care, scarlet eyes searing into your own with an intensity you’d never seen before. His pupils are dilating with every second, a black coal seemingly swallowed up by the burning fire of his irises.

“It’s you, Y/N,” he murmurs, eyes shutting into a long blink, and when they open again the red you’re used to is flooded with tendrils of electric amber and yellow. “It’s always been you, and it’ll always be you.”

You gape at him as he holds you there, against his front door, professing his love to you.

“I need you Y/N, I need you so bad it fucking hurts not being able to touch you,” he growls lowly. “If you can’t love me back, you have to leave, now. I don’t want your lust, I can smell it from here,” his honeyed eyes roll back as he takes in a whiff of the wanton-perfumed air around you, mouth parting and you watch his pink tongue slide over his elongated canines, feeling a tremor between your legs. His eyes open and they set straight on yours with a certain determination. 

“I can’t wake up next to you tomorrow and have tonight be just for friends with benefits. I love only you, Y/N,” Kirishima delivers, voice never quivering,“now tell me you feel the same, or go.”

There’s a slight fragility in his gaze that begs you not to break his heart. He peers into you at such a small distance that you can see every brilliant fleck of gold in his sinful eyes, warm ginger bursting around the outer ridges of his irises that focus solely on you. The dim lighting casts stretched shadows from his long, dark lashes; his bronzed skin glowing subtly to intensify his passionate gaze.

“Kirishima,” you place a hand on his clenched but trembling jaw, tilting your face to look him in the eye better. “You’ve been hurting all this time for no reason.”  

His scarlet gaze lights with hope and happiness. “Say it then,” he whispers, words soft and nearly begging, as if he fears if his voice is too loud he’ll wake from a dream.

“Kirishima Eijirou, I love you, too. God, I have beein in love with you for so long,” you reply, and he wastes no time as his mouth descends upon yours. He presses your lips to his passionately, hands resting on your hips and rubbing the smooth skin there underneath your blouse. You gasp as they guide your hips gently in circles against his kneecap, your mouth falling open at his forward actions. He takes advantage of your open mouth and darts his tongue in, tangling it with yours in a powerful embrace.  

His steady clutch on your waist drags your body up his clothed thigh, and a soft, unabashed moan falls from your lips at the action. The taut muscle of his leg between his jeans and your panties rubs graciously against your flustered center, making your head loll back to rest against the door.  

“Don’t do that,” Kirishima groans, a hand leaving your warm hip and tilting your head forward once again to look at him directly. His fingers trail against your smooth neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath the tender skin. His palm curls softly around the back of your neck, pressing you closer to him as his other arm hooks underneath your bottom. You squeak in surprise and cling to him, legs wrapping around his midsection and core pressing upon his rigid erection.  

You look at him with wide eyes as he throws his head back, sucking in air harshly between his clenched jaw. “Fuck, yes,” he hisses, holding you tighter and stalking over to the sofa. He places you in between the two cushions, standing in front of you and looking down, breathing laboriously before he tilts his head back again, willing for some kind of miraculous strength to get him through the night without sealing you to him forever.

“How come you get to do that and I don’t?” You frown as he looks down at you before he crouches, his face dropping just below your own to gaze up at you.  

“Because you don’t have the urge to sink your three-centimeter canines into my throat,” his upper lip curls back as he shows you the result of his attraction to you.  

You look at him with unintentionally pouted lips, batting your eyelashes as you take in his words. Isn’t that how werewolves marry or something? You think. Kirishima had explained it all once before, one night when you were both wasted at three in the morning at some bar on the outskirts of the city.  

“God, can you look unattractive for one second while I try to pull myself together?” Kirishima groans, a hand running through his disheveled hair.

“Who said I want you to pull yourself together?” You inquire, scooting toward the lip of the cushion.  

Kirishima looks at you warily with an underlying, longing hunger before you place your hands on either side of his sharp jaw and bring his lips to yours. Your eyes close immediately and his blissfully, your hands gliding down his neck to his broad chest. You grapple onto his wide shoulders, one hand burying into the hair at the base of his neck to push him into the kiss even more.  

His throat vibrates gently with an almost-inaudible growl, and you part his tender lips with a swipe of your tongue, the pink muscle coasting in and gently feeling the warm, smooth hardness of his cuspids.

Kirishima untucks your blouse in one pull, fingers nimbly undoing each button before sliding the clothing off your shoulders and tossing it away. His hands lay strategically on your ribs, fingertips brushing the underwire of your bra just barely.  

He pulls you forward into his arms, hands splaying onto your back with delight, fingers undoing the fastening between your shoulder blades with glee. You lean into him as he flings the bra in the direction of the blouse, mouth instantly latching to your breast and tongue twirling around the swollen bud. You wail, pushing him closer as his teeth bump against your nipple and his lips grow taut with a warm smirk, depraved gaze intense as ever.

You want more than ever to throw your head back onto the top of the sofa, but you know you’re forbidden to do so. Instead, you slide your body further down onto the cushions, hips brushing against Kirishima’s torso as his mouth leaves your nipples, your face coming to a stop directly in front of his. Your hands cup his angular jaw again, coaxing his lips onto yours into an ardent kiss. His long eyelashes flutter against your blushed cheeks, his coarse hair drifting softly through your digits.  

His hands land on your rolling hips, scuttling closer on his knees so his crotch feels the steady rhythm. He hums, a primitive trembling in his throat that sounds more like a soft growl. Your hands fall to the hem of his snug t-shirt, which he gladly expels into the corner toward your blouse and bra. You lean back a bit and admire his toned form. His broad chest, pectorals curving dramatically to his wide shoulders seamlessly; the v shape tapering down to the top of his jeans; the faint trail of dark hair waning below the brass button to his jeans; the way his abdominal muscles flex with each heavy breath; the salient outline against his thigh that both he and you know aches for your attention.  

You can’t help yourself. You reach between his strong thighs, fingers skimming along the bulge mockingly. Kirishima’s head rolls full circle, hand clutching your wrist tightly as he stares into you, lips parting and hot pink tongue gliding along his white, sharp teeth. “That was very naughty of you,” he murmurs, honeyed eyes darkening to a burnt orange. Trepidation ignites in your heart, but also desire floods your senses as well as your panties.  

“Eijirou,” you breathe and his lip curls back into a snarl, a loud growl releasing from his throat. His nostrils flare and he swallows harshly.  

“Say it again,” he orders, leaning into your face.

“E-Eijirou,” it comes out as a whisper, but his sensitive ears hear the slight whine to your tone, and his cock jumps at the sound against your eager fingertips. “You like it when I say your name, Eiji?”  

His tongue runs swiftly over his lip, his eyeing your chest hips hungrily. His hand reached forward on its own accord, sliding effortlessly under the soft material of your skirt to press against your warmed, wet panties. His lips curve into a devious smirk, fangs poking out slightly as his dark, copper-tainted eyes set on yours. “Mmm, and you like it when I growl for you, baby girl?”  

“God, yes Eiji,” you answer and gulp at his overwhelming intensity. He trains his gaze to the movement of your fragile throat, tongue flicking around one canine subconsciously. A deep purr of sorts emanates from him in approval, making your legs tremble and press together around his intruding forearm.  

He smiles devilishly, white teeth glinting in the dim lighting. His other hand circles round your back, pushing your tailbone so your body slides forward on the couch, to the very edge of the cushion. His fingers nudge your thong aside, immediately met with your poignant arousal. The tips of his middle and ring finger separate your folds facilely, gliding over your entrance and clit making you bite your lip to hold in an impatient moan. “Oh baby, you’re so wet for me,” he chuckles. “If only we’d figured this out sooner.”

“Eiji, fuck,” you cry when he rubs your clit gently, your jaw trembling as you sag against his arm’s firm hold and the back of the sofa. You can’t throw your head back so you lean forward, elbows falling on Kirishima’s generous shoulders, the side of your face against his soft hair as his tongue guides a pebbled nipple into his mouth, caressing it slowly and pressing it against his teeth. You whimper pathetically, his thumb replacing his fingers as they slide down and glide half-way right into your awaiting entrance.  

He hooks the two fingers and presses repeatedly, making you shove his face closer to your breasts in pleasure. He slides them deeper, knuckles lapping against your slick entrance as his tongue works diligently on your nipple. You clench around him and moan loudly at the depth his fingers achieve, the feeling of total ecstasy near. It had been a long time since a man had touched you, and it was no where near as incredible as having Kirishima’s thick fingers rubbing inside you.

“Eijirou, that feels so—” you warn but he only picks up the pace. He leans down, tongue replacing his thumb smoothly and you almost scream. He strokes your clit fervently, tongue lapping persistently up and down as his long canines brush on either side, his fingers curling and straightening at the same pace. “Fuck Eiji— I’m seriously gonna cum,” you pant, falling back against the back of the sofa.  

He looks up at you mischievously, dark eyes alight with arousal and a touch of humor. You feel his full lips in a smirk as he wraps them around your clit, tongue lavishing it faster. One hand falls to his hair, gripping it tight as the other curls against your mouth, your eyes shutting tight as your orgasm smashes against you like a wave crashing down upon you. You moan, body quivering in Kirishima’s strong grip, wiggling pointlessly against the sofa cushions.  

Kirishima doesn’t cease until you’ve returned from your high, standing up and unfastening his jeans quickly, pushing them down and kicking them off when they reach his ankles. You sit up from your slumped position, hands landing on his thighs and traveling around to rub the backs of them in anticipation. Kirishima watches you hungrily, his thick cock longing for your attention. You lean forward, almost touching where he wants you most, before you look up at him and give him your most innocent doe eyes you can muster after having his sinful session on you just moments before. You bat your lashes and he growls loudly, fists clenching at his sides.  

“Y/N,” he advises, tone a little menacing. You tilt your head and press your lips against his erection through his briefs, a low groan sounding from above you. You kiss down toward the tip and back up to the base of his shaft before you reach up and untuck him, briefs sliding to the hardwood floor. You smirk as you look at what you’ve done to him. His dick is throbbing gently as you rest it against a palm, beads of translucent-white precum adorning the tip of the red, swollen tip. You repeat your kiss trail on his bare skin, his cock twitching at the action as you feel the vein underneath contract harshly. When you reach the base your tongue pokes out, tracing up and down the prominent vein on the underside.  

Kirishima watches you with a dark, maleficent gaze, throat tightening and a growl tumbling out when you take the head into your mouth, sucking teasingly as your tongue dances around the leaking tip. “Fuck yes, baby girl. Just like that."

You retreat with a loud pop, smiling up at him and his heart flutters in his chest at the pureness of it. With an open mouth you glide your tongue along the sides of him to slicken his entire length before your lips encompass the tip and suddenly his dick is touching the back of your throat and you don’t even seem to mind. Kirishima lets out a strangled moan of shock, watching your head bob energetically up and down his hot length. He watches you in awe for a few minutes, just dazed this is really happening and he’s not waking up abruptly like when he’d dreamt this scenario so many nights before.  

He snaps out of it suddenly, aware his cock is tensing the way it does when he’s about to cum. You’d noticed, too, at the feel of the harsh, bulging vein on the under-shaft, slowing down to a halt and leaning back to catch your breath.

“Baby you did so good,” he praises, hands cupping your face and you beam at him proudly. “Now take off your skirt for me.”  

You comply eagerly, shimmying out of the cotton garment, your thong following close behind. Kirishima smugly watches the stings of your arousal snap as your panties are thrown onto the floor, fist stroking his length slowly to keep himself at bay.

“Turn,” he instructs, other hand guiding you to face away from him,” knees on the couch, now.”  

You do as told, looking back at him over your shoulder expectantly. He smiles and steps forward, and your back arches as you feel his length glide against your dripping entrance.  

“Be a good girl for me, okay? Do not let me get anywhere near your throat, got it? If I do, I’ll sink my teeth into you so fast you won’t know what’s happening. And then you’re stuck with me for life. So watch out for yourself, baby. This is your only warning,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear before a hand lands on your hip and suddenly he’s pushing into you, a gasp tearing from your throat as he stretches you to your capacity. When his hips bump against your ass your eyes have already rolled back in delirium, your lip falling open in shock.  

He pulls out half-way before sheathing back inside slowly, a whine releasing from your mouth. His hand remains on your hip while the other grabs a fistful of your hair, trailing out again before snapping in. The tip of his cock nestles so deep in you that tears dot along your bottom lashes; the feeling is so blissful and fulfilling that your emotions skyrocket.  

“Eijirou— oh, yes,” you whimper as he repeats the action, movements still paced and measured to help you adjust to his size.

“Feel good, baby? ‘Cuz this feels amazing for me— you feel amazing on me, Y/N,” he grunts, fingers gripping the skin of your hip tighter as he angles your face so he can see it with his other hand.  

“Yes, fuck yes, you feels so good,” you commend as the pace intensifies, making a moan spill out of you. He groans from behind you, letting go of your hair and placing his hand on your other hip to keep you steady. You clutch onto the top of the sofa tightly as he pounds into you, and you gasp as a hand leaves your hip for a moment and delivers a sharp smack to your ass, making your back arch into Kirishima’s grasp. You’re babbling now, your entire body thrumming with pleasure. “Oh god—ohgodohgodohgodohgod.”

Kirishima hisses as he watches the bright pink mark on your ass cheek tremble as his hips slam against yours, bottom lip tucked under his offending cuspids. He licks his lip to keep from drooling onto you, eyes trained on your perfect figure that he’s fucking into the sofa. Pleasure courses through his body, intensified at the sound and obvious proof of your own satisfaction as he thrusts into you quickly.  

“Again,” you lament softly, and if he hadn’t been a werewolf with keen hearing he wouldn’t have heard your request over the assaulting sound of your skin slapping against his. He delivers and slaps your other cheek sharply, a lustful mix between a gasp and a moan escaping you.  

“Fuck, you’re so sexy, baby,” Kirishima admires, smirking as you turn slightly to look at him. He grabs your shoulder and pulls your torso back, slamming it against his as his other hand wraps around your throat snugly to stop his innate temptation to leave his mark there. The other hand leaves your arm and instead bands around your waist, pressing you flush against him. His hips retreat and pound into you in the new position, and you rest your head back onto his shoulder since your neck is safe from his view with his large hand covering it.

You stare into each other as he continues, and you move your hips back as he moves his in, making each thrust more powerful. His lips find yours and they mould easily, your hand coming up to caress his jaw and press his face closer to yours.

“Eiji, your cock feels so good,” you pant between his kisses and potent strokes, “God, you’re so big.”

“Mmm, I love when you talk dirty to me,” Kirishima murmurs against your mouth, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face.  

It’s fucked up but his tight hold on your throat is only turning you on more, making your eyes close as each thrust feels better than the last.

“Fuck, Ei,” you groan, slouching back against his toned form as the pleasure is too great.  

“Here, baby,” he says, cock slipping out of you before picking you up, walking briskly out of the common space and into a hallway, then finally into his bedroom. He shuts the door with his foot, laying you gently onto his messy bedsheets and blankets. He rolls you over onto your stomach before he climbs on top of you, hovering above you before he slips back in with ease.  

You moan and tuck your face into the sheets that smell like him, his arms bracing on either side of your head as his forearms rest next to yours, elbows bent and fists clenched. His hips swing effortlessly into yours, making a loud, crude slapping sound echo around the room. You moan almost pathetically into the sheets, turning to lay your face to the side so Kirishima can hear your noises of pleasure. He kisses your cheek sweetly before moving to your jaw and nibbling there gently, his tempo still quick and lethal. His tip, nestled deep inside, assaults your g-spot and you purr in content at the sensation, a gasp escaping you as he plunges in a little more forcefully. His hand wraps around your throat again, lifting your head up as his lips meet yours tenderly. His tongue plays with yours gently, a stark contrast to your hips. The hold on your throat is firm but also soft, and his thumb brushes along your jawline as his fingertips push into your racing pulse.

His hand leaves you and suddenly you’re on your back, Kirishima dragging your body up the bed so your head lays on the pillows. He smiles widely before he swoops in and his lips take yours again. His cock glides right back in, and you moan loudly into the kiss as the tip brushes your g-spot at a different angle than before. Your pussy quivers around him as he picks up the pace again, one arm folding under and around your waist and the other holding your chin, elbow digging into the mattress to keep himself propped up. His kisses trail from your lips to your chin and jaw, tongue sliding out and lathering your skin gently. Your eyes open as it slides down your throat, and the slight point of his canines poke against your skin. You quickly take his head in your hands, guiding his lips back to yours.  

“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” he murmurs against your lips, eyebrows scrunched in concentration, breath heavy as his exhausted hips keep up the erratic pace against yours. He whimpers as your walls constrict around him firmly.  

“I’m close, too, Eiji,” you mumble, legs folding around his waist, your arms tangling around his torso with your hands on each shoulder blade, fingernails gripping his slick skin. One of his hands is pressed into the sheets by your shoulder, propping him up, and the other is going white on your hip from his tight hold.  

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he snarls, voice low and resonating with a growl. You watch his abdomen accordion as he flexes in and out of you with apparent effort, drops of sweat gliding down his broad chest. He throws his head back and whines as your nails dig into his strong shoulder muscles, chasing his imminent ecstasy.  

Watching his body tremble and exert itself to bring you to your euphoria pushes you toward your own climax, and the feeling of his hand on your hip and the way his lip pinches between his teeth makes your eyes roll back and your body tense as you fall off the cliff, hurtling down into the thrashing waves of your orgasm. You call his name in a strangled cry, limbs clutching onto him for dear life as the pleasure shakes through you. His hips don’t stop; plunging further into you and pushing you harder under the tides of your climax. Your body shivers and you’re so out of it you don’t notice Kirishima’s thrusts becoming volatile, his arm that had once propped his torso above yours curling beneath your back to press your torso against his.  

A growl of victory splits from deep in his throat as he approaches his own high, muscles tense in anticipation for the long-awaited prize. He shudders and suddenly his cuspids are lodged deep in your throat, and it feels like he’s just been run over by an eighteen-wheeler of ecstasy. His jaw shakes as his eyes close, abdomen convulsing as he spills deep into you in long, relentless spurts. The combination of his orgasm and his marking you almost make him pass out in an exhaustive pleasure.

Just as you’d come to from your orgasm, searing pain splices through you as Kirishima’s fangs split your skin and neck tissue, your jaw opening but no sound releasing. And just as fast as the pain had arrived, it’s replaced and you’re submerged back into the tidal waves of a new climax, making you clench and flex around Kirishima’s throbbing member that pulses into you.  

His fingers clasp the skin of your hips so strongly the skin turns white, but your own nails lodge into his shoulders to grapple him to you; the both of you holding each other as if your lives depend on it. The sheets around you are twisted and damp from your sweat, but the two of you only seem to care about each other; drifting numbly and blissfully in your shared euphoria.

After a moment Kirishima’s body sags, sliding slightly to the side of yours as his muscles stop tensing and he stops physically releasing into you. His teeth still woven deep into your neck, he doesn’t dare move his face.  

As the tides form your orgasm slowly recede, your body hums in a warm satisfaction and a certain numbness. Your hands rove over Kirishima’s expansive back soothingly, and he exhales with a content but tired moan in response.  

Very timidly, Kirishima stretches his jaw to the maximum before he pulls away from your neck, leaving your head buzzing lightly. He licks the puncture wounds instantly, enzymes in his saliva helping to start the healing process while he cleans away the scarlet blood that beads there. He ghosts a kiss over your jaw before he pulls away, smiling warily as his eyes meet yours.  

The primal amber and yellow shades are gone, leaving behind the warm red you’d fallen in love with. They cast over your face in total adoration, with a hint of fear.  

He looks away as he slides out of you, his release immediately following and forming a wet puddle on his sheets. Your cheeks flush even though it isn’t your fault, but he just smiles and presses a kiss to one of them as if silencing your unnecessary embarrassment.  

Kirishima reclines next to you, pulling the blanket at the foot of the mattress up to rest on top of the two of you. He collects you into his arms, your body weak and unprotesting. His legs entwine with yours, pressing every piece of skin he can to yours. He makes sure to be careful with your neck, kissing it gently once more before settling his face next to yours. The kiss makes the skin tingle and heat, a fuzzy warmth flooding your body as you smile shyly.  

“I told you not to let me get near your neck,” Kirishima says softly as your eyes close, eyelashes brushing over his collarbone. “Do you know what this means, Y/N?” He tries again at your silence, thinking you don’t understand the severity of the situation. His fingertips run up and down your naked spine relaxingly.  

“It means you need to work on your self-control,” you murmur, giggling quietly into his chest.

“Y/N, this isn’t a joke,” he says lowly, “I don’t kno-“

You cut him off. “It isn’t a joke, I know, Eijirou. It means we’re tied together, forever— meaning we, this, us— we’re permanent. We’re wolf-married or whatever the term is now, I know. You can never love another person again, and neither can I,” your hand rests on his pectoral, a finger tracing along his nipple so you have something to look at instead of his face. “If you can’t deal with that, I’m sorry, but I can. I’m yours, Kirishima, always have been, always will be. If you don’t want that, then I’m sorry but you just sealed your fate with mine and there’s nothing I can do about that.”

“Oh,” Kirishima exhales, blinking. The only light in the room is from the window above the desk, moonlight casting the bed in a dim white light. He shuffles, pulling your body closer to his, smiling into your hair with a stupidly happy grin. “I just wanted to make sure that’s what you want. I.. uh, I feel the same,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear giddily.  

“Good,” you reply, eyes closing as you nuzzle your face closer to his warm heart.

It’s silent for a moment before Kirishima clears his throat gently. You peek one eye open, awaiting his words.

“Um… I love you, Y/N… a lot,” he says rather nervously, gulping softly as he pauses for a response.

“I love you too, Eiji,” you kiss his chest gently, sighing contently.

“And, uh, Y/N?”  

“What, Eiji?”

“I’m glad it’s you who I’m wolf-married to.”

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Pack Trials: Jimin

Description:  As the trials continue, you find lots of trouble. How will things turn out for you?

Warnings: Mentions of death

There are other groups in this, but this is a BTS part of the fic.

Introduction Here!

Posted: 12/06/2019

Tags: Hybrid AU, Hybrid!BTS, Hybrid!Reader, Readers Choice, Hybrid!Got7, Hybrid Everybody and their Mother, ReaderxJimin

Angsty/Fluffy/SFW:  6,446 words

A/N: Let’s go!

You looked out over the remaining candidates and sighed inwardly. You nodded to JY and he announced the next trial would begin the next morning, and that it was an archery. Then he announced that starting tomorrow afternoon you would be spending the lunch and evening meals with different candidates.

You saw Jackson look at you and nod, happy you were taking his suggestion to heart.

But it was Jimin’s smirk that really caught your attention. As long as you had known him he had always had a talent for causing trouble and getting away with it by acting all innocent and angelic. He was constantly playing little pranks on you when you were pups.

You closed your eyes, knowing what was coming. You’d seen that smirk dozens of times.

Moments later, firecrackers went off as the first of the suitors prepared for the archery test.

There were misfires, jerking bows, shouts of surprise, and of course, the crowd screeching and ducking out of the way of stray arrows.

Your gaze locked onto Jimin.

He was laughing, amused, and then his gaze caught on yours. His smile slowly faded to a solemn look as he saw how upset you were.

He mouthed something, but you looked away before you could really register the words.

You closed your eyes as they figured out that it was Jimin who had caused the disruption.

JY sighed. “You’re on your own for this one.”

“I know.”

The other pack leaders, elders, other people who thought they held power, all came dragging him over to you.

The other suitors quickly followed after, some worried and others angry.

“He should be eliminated for sabotage!”

“Remove him from the trials.”

You closed your eyes against the combating volumes of the men that surrounded you like vultures.

“He obviously isn’t taking the trials seriously, my lady!”

“He should be sent away!”

“It’s just a joke to him!”

You stood up, stepping forward as they parted before you with the suitors help, walking until you were standing in front of Jimin.

He looked slightly worried, but you could only spot it from years of familiarity, those precious years in your childhood. His eyes looked slightly clouded, like he knew he had gone too far.

He bowed hesitantly. “My lady.”

You turned away. “Follow me. We shall speak privately.”

Namjoon stepped forward, but you shook your head sharply.

“My Lady!” Someone protested.

“I said, privately,” You snapped, glaring the man down. “If you wish to argue with my decision, I’ll happily arm myself and meet you in the ring.”

His eyes widened, and his mouth gaped.

There was a soft snicker, and you identified it as the last elder remaining from your pack.

“She’d slice your pudgy butt to ribbons and have every right to. Don’t challenge the woman that the trials is being held for, you waive all rights to your pack defending you. It’s in trial law, section 18, paragraph 12, line 84!” He chuckled.

You watched as everyone backed away a little, separating themselves from the idiotic man.

Your packmate was getting a kick out of this, practically hooting with laughter. “The girl took down a bear three times her size with a knife, and your out of shape ass thinks that it can challenge a completely in shape warrior?” He howled with a fresh bout of laughter.

The man hastily bowed. “Apologies, my lady.”

You nodded curtly, turning sharply and just expecting Jimin to follow you.

You whipped around on him once you were in your tent and slapped him.

He flinched, looking at you with big eyes. “I…I thought it would be fun. I’m sorry. It’s just—”

“Don’t! Don’t you dare! I needed you and the boys to stay in the competition as long as possible!” You whisper-screamed, turning away as you sobbed, hands on your hips. “I’m trying to keep all of the packs together. Peaceful. I have to pick the person I’m going to spend the rest of my days with before I even manage to get through the proper period of mourning and you…just…”

“Y/n—”

“No, you don’t get to address me by name,” You snapped, glaring at him through tears.

He whimpered slightly. “I just wanted to see you smile again,” He whispered. “You haven’t smiled, really smiled, since…I don’t even know. It hurts to see you so sad. I thought if I pulled some sort of prank I could get you to smile like you used to….”

You turned away from him, recalling him saying something similar in his letter that just broke your heart even more.

“These trials are stupid! They’re hurting you! You should be somewhere safe, where you’re loved and cared for. Somewhere quiet, where you can mourn the loss of your father without the pressures of the packs. You just threatened someone. Do you really think you would do that normally?”

“I needed you to stay in the competition,” You whispered, pushing down sobs. “But I have to eliminate you. If I don’t, I risk all of the packs.”

“Just stop the trials, y/n. Stop the trials, and go where you’re already cared for. With us. With the Scouts. Please, I can’t stand seeing you so tired and sad.” His voice was shaking now.

“You are no longer a candidate in the trials, Park Jimin. Return to your pack, and watch the following trials quietly.”

“I won’t.”

“You defy me?”

“Until you stop this nonsense, yes. You’re killing yourself. It’s all any of us can do to take care of you in what little ways we can. If you eliminate me for a joke gone wrong, I will never stop defying you.”

“If I allow you to continue, you will have to pass all tests. There will be no leeway for you,” You murmured, wiping at the unending stream of tears.

“Then I’ll pass. I’ll pass as long as I am able to.”

You closed your eyes.

“I’ll pass, and I’ll win your hand, and I’ll make sure you’re never in this much pain ever again.” His voice was closer, gentler, and more determined. “Or we could run away. Right now. Run away and never look back.”

“I am watched at all times.”

“Not at night. We can go out there under the ruse of me being eliminated.”

You shook your head. “No. Go back to your pack.” You were tempted. So very tempted by his offer. But it wasn’t right.

He could hear his footsteps as he slowly shuffled back. “Y/n, look at me.”

You shook your head, turning your back to him. “Just go. Please.”

He sighed. “I guess I’ll have to win. Should I tell them I’m on probation?”

You nodded.

“Okay…try to rest.”

You didn’t respond, to busy choking back the sobs that wanted to wrack your body from the stress. You collapsed onto your bed the moment you knew he was away, muffling your crying into the pillows so that no prying ears could hear. It took you a while to work through that, and then you just lay there, feeling drained. Like everything had been siphoned out of you.

“Lady Y/n?” A voice asked at the entrance to your tent.

You bit back a curse. “What is it?”

“Um, the packs were wondering who you would be dining with tonight? And if the Archery trial would be held today?”

You swallowed and sighed. “I will return to the arena in half an hour for the trial. As for dining, I will announce it afterward.”

“Yes, my lady.” The owner of the voice retreated hastily.

You started trying to get rid of all evidence that you had been crying, and headed back to the arena.

You disregarded the hushed whispers as you entered, and didn’t spare a glance at the suitors. You sat in your seat and nodded to JY.

“The Archery Trial will resume,” He announced.

You barely managed to take notes. You knew JY would mark those who did well and those who did not, so you were focusing more on how they reacted to their results. How they reacted to other’s results. You noted those with good sportsmanship, and those who had playful sportsmanship and pretended to be upset with others.

Jimin did fairly well compared to Namjoon, who somehow got his arrow to ricochet back towards himself and the other contestants.

“Well, now we know that they’re quick on their feet,” JY commented dryly.

“We do know that,” You agreed, watching as quite a few of them laughed over the chances of that happening.

After they were all done, JY announced those who had the top ten scores.

You considered carefully before descending from the dais to the field, approaching the members of the Exoskeleton Subpack. “Will you allow me the privilege of dining with you this evening?”

They bowed.

“It would be our pleasure, my lady,” Suho, their leader, replied.

You nodded curtly and turned, walking away with your head high. But you could feel people’s gazes boring into you.

You wished you could say you enjoyed the meal, but you felt out of place the whole time.

They were kind, gentlemanly, and goofy.

But your heart hurt.

You hadn’t gotten the list from JY earlier, so you had to stop by his camp on your way back to your own, two of the Exo’s walking you there before you told them that your business would hold you there longer than they need wait for you. You made sure to thank them and tell them you enjoyed the meal even though it was a slight exaggeration.

JY looked up at you as you approached the campfire he was sitting beside with some of the boys from both the Strays and JB’s subpack. “Y/n?”

“Sorry to bother you. I wasn’t able to keep up with the scores during the trial and I was hoping I could get your tally?”

“Would you like to sit with us a while?” Jackson asked, hopping up from his seat and offering it to you.

“Thank you, no. I want to get this done, and then try to get some sleep. So much for the trials lasting four days,” You said the last to JY.

He nodded. “I hadn’t realized how many suitors there would be. We’re lucky some of the other packs didn’t show up. It would truly be a nightmare.”

Your eyes widened at the thought. “No offense to anyone, but if more of the packs had shown up I think I might have backed out of the trials and settled for some other way of finding a mate, regardless of my father’s wishes.”

“I would likely second that motion,” JY agreed, shaking his head.

“Are you sure you can’t stay?” Chan asked, his tone friendly.

You took the list JY offered to you as you shook your head. “As I said. I have work to do. Dinner took longer than I expected, and I had thought we would make it through two trials today. Thank you, though. I appreciate the offer.”

“Work quickly and get lots of rest,” JB told you.

You dipped your head to them and walked out into the night. Your tent wasn’t far from theirs, but the path was surprisingly empty.

You entered your tent and almost screamed in surprise to find Taehyung sitting on the floor. You held a hand over your heart. “What the hell, Taehyung?”

“Sorry, sorry,” He murmured, making placating gestures.

“What are you doing here?”

He hemmed and hawed a bit, before wincing (because you slapped him upside his head to see if that would get his brain to work) and blurting out, “Jimin wanted me to check on you because he was worried.”

“About what? Whether he passed the trial?” You asked, annoyance flickering in your stomach.

“About you. He said you seemed exhausted and that you didn’t look like you were aware for most of the trial. Everyone was kind of shocked that you picked the Exos to eat with.”

“It was damage control, Tae. If I’d picked even the Jay pack I could have started fights.” You sat on your bed, removing your earrings. “And I have work to do.”

He was quiet, getting on his knees and catching your hands, kissing your knuckles. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come in here. Jimin was just so worried that the rest of us got worried as well. I’ll leave you to your work. Goodnight.”

You squeezed his hands. “Goodnight, Tae.”

He pressed a kiss to your head, as if reading that you just needed that little gesture to get you through the rest of the night.

You took a moment, then started looking over the notes JY had given you.

But the next morning, even with your careful decisions, it felt like everyone was glaring at you. Waiting for you to make biased decisions. Expecting you to choose.

“Just shows that a woman shouldn’t be allowed to choose for herself,” Someone hissed as you were walking by the Stem Pack on your way up to the dais.

“If you have something to say, you will come say it to us first,” Xuimin called out, glaring over the crowd as his subgroup agreed. “That way we can keep you from spewing—”

“My Lady,” Suho said a little louder, bowing to you.

You dipped your head to them as the rest bowed as well, but you could see that they knew you overheard everything. You hurried up to the dais, trying to ignore the words you’d heard.

JY greeted you, but he looked concerned. The other pack leaders were there as well. Even Namjoon.

Namjoon looked unhappy.

“Gentlemen?” You asked simply, holding yourself more confidently than you actually felt.

“We need to speed up the trials. Isn’t there a way to do two trials at once?” Stem leader growled.

Jellyfish looked slightly uncomfortable. “Surely you have an idea of who the top contenders are already. Can’t you just eliminate it to the top four or something?”

“And only putting that boy on probation?! Someone could have gotten hurt!”

“It’s just, there are crops to start and preparations for the summer…”

“Are you challenging me, and my rights to conduct the trial as I see fit?” You asked calmly.

Jellyfish quickly shook his head. “No, my lady.”

Stem was hesitant.

“I’m aware that this is taking much longer than expected. There were far more suitors than expected and I am striving to give every man competing in the trials a fair chance. I am doing my best to speed the trials along. If you’re that concerned about crops and other preparations, you may always leave. It is hardly necessary for the entirety of the packs to be present for the trials. Just the suitors. So if you wish, the main part of your pack could return to work and those who would like to could stay. Or your entire pack could leave at your behest. That is entirely dependent on your choices. Do not use me as an excuse.” Your voice was colder than you expected, staring past them because you were sick of this. You were sick of the trials. And if you looked at their faces, they might make you angry. And you didn’t sleep well enough the previous night to have the energy for anger as well as the trials. “I’ll give you half an hour to decide before I start the next trial, in the meanwhile, I must announce who was eliminated.” You turned on your heel as you heard indignant sounds from Stem leader.

You came off the dais and walked purposefully toward the gathering group of men. “I need a volunteer to read this to those of you. It’s the list of those who didn’t make it to the next round. I’m very sorry to eliminate you, I’m sure you’ll make some other woman very happy.”

Hoseok came and took it, yelling out each name and patting Yoongi’s shoulder when his name was called.

You walked away, shaking your head as you continued hearing him.

Namjoon met you halfway across, bowing slightly. “You alright?”

“Depends. What did they decide?”

“They’re not pulling out. They’re not happy either. You’ll have to be careful.”

“It’s not like they’ll try to kidnap me.”

“Are you sure about that?” He asked, then he continued on, making sure it doesn’t look like you two were actually having a meaningful conversation.

No. You weren’t. You weren’t certain of anything anymore. Just that the longer you thought about the trials, the more scared you got. The more you wanted to run away. To cry.

The next three trials for the day were relatively uneventful and you made a small dent, but as night approached, you started panicking. You had no more ideas for trials. You’d barely pulled those out of your hat. You didn’t know who to keep, who to eliminate, what the next step was, or how you were ever going to find someone that you could really love. You wanted to be loved so badly.

Your nature was starting to nudge at you, and all you could wish was that someone stronger would come and take the responsibility, take the burden. You couldn’t handle it any longer.

You were supposed to dine with JB’s subpack and the strays, but you felt like you were being crushed and you hurried to the outskirts of the camp, looking for a place to hide. At least with the Jay pack you could apologize later.

You ended up  hiding in the cabin that would be where you mated to whoever it was that won the trials. To whoever it was that you supposedly chose. An impossible decision.

You couldn’t decide.

You couldn’t think of another trial.

They were going to kill you or kidnap you and you weren’t sure which was worse.

You whipped around as something heavy thumped to the floor.

Jimin stood up and closed the window, turning toward you. His eyes widened as his nostrils flared. “Y/n.”

You stared at him, then a whine broke from your throat. “I don’t know what to do, Jimin.”

He seemed to snap out of it and walk over to you, pulling you to his chest and tightly hugging you. “It’s going to be okay.”

“No it’s not. It’s never going to be okay.”

He growled slightly, a reproach for contradicting him.

You whimpered, submitting to him. Baring your neck to him the soft flesh, the pulsing arteries. For him to either attack or enjoy. You couldn’t bear the load anymore.

He flinched away, looking at you in surprise, then quickly tilted your chin up so your neck was bared even further. “Don’t think about out there.”

“But…how can I not?” You asked, panic seeping back in. Out there was everything, your life or your death. The packs that were all you knew. The trials that would determine how you would choose. “They’re going to look for me, and I’m causing all this tension and—it’s too much! It’s too much for me, alpha!”

“Don’t think about it.”

“How?” You asked in something that was almost a sob. You needed the alpha to help you. You weren’t strong enough.

He stepped closer, cupping your face in his hands and making you lock gazes with him. “I’ll show you,” he whispered roughly, then he was kissing you, softly at first, and then more roughly as you gripped his shirt. He ducked to suck kisses on your neck, arm wrapping around your waist.

His scent filled your mouth and nostrils, that same wonderful scent you remembered from childhood.

You let him take over your thoughts, emitting little sounds as he did.

“You want me to distract you gamma? Treat you like an omega?” His whispers were so seductive, and you felt yourself shiver, once again baring your throat to him willingly.

He licked at your scent gland, then over your artery, before nipping just beside it. His hands held your body steady, and yet also caressed it so fondly that you were melting to his will.

“My poor gamma, so much pressure. I’ll take your cares away. Would you like that?”

You felt yourself nod.

“Words, gamma.”

“Yes, alpha. Please take care of me,” you whispered hoarsely. You felt all warm and the way he looked at you was an absolute pleasure. He looked at you like you were the best omega in the world, even as he addressed you as a gamma. “Sorry I’m not an omega, alpha. So sorry.”

“You’re better than any omega. You’re my good little gamma,” he told you, meeting your eyes before passionately kissing you. “So kind and thoughtful, so strong. Let alpha take care of you, baby.”

You nodded, then remembered your words. “Okay, alpha.”

He led you to the bed as he kissed your lips, nipping and licking, laying you down and resting ever so gently on top of you.

“Alpha, make me yours,” you whispered desperately. “Make me yours, alpha. Please. Don’t want anyone else. Want my Jimin. My alpha.”

He was still, studying your face before he growled possessively. “Mine.”

You gasped as his teeth sunk in, marking you as his for the rest of your life.

—————

You woke up to a gentle throbbing pain on your neck. You groaned slightly and wiggled into the warmth beside you, inhaling the best scent in the world.

“How’s your neck, gamma?” He murmured softly, hand brushing hair from your face.

You looked up at him sleepily, then frowned. Wait a minute.

Your eyes widened. “Oh fuck.”

“Yeah, we already did,” Jimin whispered, looking slightly amused. “A couple times.” He leaned forward and licked soothingly at the mating bite on your neck and you automatically relaxed even though your thoughts were racing.

You could see the red mark on his neck and it looked like you had bit him much harder than you should have. You quickly licked at it and heard his soft sound of relief.

Your cheeks felt hot. You just mated with Jimin. “H-how did you know I was a gamma?”

“I’ve known since we were young. My mom talked about you being a gamma.” He pulled you so you were relaxed in his arms, completely pliable under his touch.

“Your mom?”

He nodded. “She scolded me for bossing you around. Told me that when you were upset you weren’t just pouting. Told me to protect you.”

“Protect me?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I understand why now. People don’t realize that gammas are just as vulnerable as omegas, they’re just stronger. So much stronger. People don’t realize that they’re gammas. That they need more support than betas, and more independence than omegas. My mom said that gammas made the best mates for leaders because they understood what it meant to be weak and strong at the same time. And they’re twice as beautiful and attractive as omegas. She told me that the last time an gamma was around was your mother, and everyone had been tripping over themselves just the same as they are for you. But she had the support of all the packs. You only have a few packs to support you, and others are trying to tear you apart.” He was stroking your hair so nicely, and you felt like you could melt into him and never leave.

“Do the others know?”

“Doubt it. Most are debating between beta, alpha, and omega for you. They haven’t even considered gamma. And they never have to. But we have something more urgent to deal with.”

Anxiety gripped your stomach. “I don’t want to go back out there.”

“They’ll find us if we stay here.”

“I don’t want to stay here either,” You whispered, feeling yourself start to tremble from the panic that awaited you outside. Not only did you mate Jimin, you did it before the trials were over, and when tensions were at their peak.

But his previous suggestion came to mind.

He seemed to know what you were thinking. He nodded. “We’ll run. I can pack supplies for us and we can sneak out. They’d never expect it. We’ll get you to your tent, you can pack and pretend to be coming to start the next trial. Then we’ll run. We don’t have to go back to Scout pack, even. We can…we can go beyond pack territory. The two of us can avoid the poachers and find a safe place to settle. We can have chickens, and farm, and be happy.”

You let him turn your face to his, eyes closing as his fingers gently caressed your cheek, deluding yourself for a brief moment.

“Well?”

“You’d miss your family too much. Your pack. You’re a social creature, Park Jimin.”

“Then we’ll go into Scout territory, we can still settle down somewhere and have our own little life while still being part of the pack. No one could blame you for caving under the pressure.”

You felt a little spike of shame. You were supposed to be strong.

He held you closer, kissing your forehead as his thumb rubbed lightly on your side. “It’s okay, y/n. This was more than should ever have been expected of you so soon after the loss of your father. You were only expecting the Scouts and the Jays. It would have been so much better for you.” He murmured, pressing his face into your hair.

“I’m not a failure?”

“Never. I love you, gamma.”

You opened your eyes, seeing the sincerity in his expression. “I don’t know what to pack.”

Light sparked in his eyes. “We’re running? Really?”

You nodded. “You need to tell Namjoon, at least..”

“Okay. Let’s get you to your tent. Maybe get dressed first.” He smirked a bit, eyes flickering over your form before he leaned in for an extra long kiss. “My mate.”

Warmth flooded through you and you realized that you felt better rested than you had in a really long time. “My alpha,” You breathed, suddenly dreading parting from him. Even if it was only temporary.

But the two of you had work to do.

JB ran into you on your way to the tent, and his eyes widened. He quickly cleared his throat and looked away. “My lady, they were growing concerned. Shall I tell them that the trials will begin soon?”

You swallowed. “Yes. Please do.”

He met your gaze again and bowed, before stepping closer and whispering. “You’ll only have half an hour to get as much distance as you can. You understand this will cause fighting?”

“I can’t stay,” You whispered, tearing up.

He nodded firmly. “Go. We’ll buy you as much time as you can.”

“We?”

“Don’t worry about that. Go.” He bowed again and hurried away.

You hurried into your tent, shakily packing the most important things you could without weighing yourself down. Your mating bite burned under your scarf, reminding you that Jimin wasn’t beside you and that you both were risking your lives doing this.

Then you hurried to the stream, where he said he would meet you.

You were anxious, constantly scanning your surroundings for any form of threat.

Then you saw Jimin.

He ran up to you and quickly hugged you, moved your scarf to lick at the bite as you did the same to his. Then he took your hand and the two of you started running.

You followed him, trusting that he had a solid plan because you weren’t really able to come up with any more plans. You weren’t able to take any more responsibility.

He led you down a path toward Scout territory, always checking on you, but keeping a rapid pace until he could see you were a little short on breath. Then you would both walk until you had caught your breath, running again the moment you were able.

You could feel his concern, like a little whisper inside yourself.

He stopped, ears perked in alarm, and cursed, pulling you toward a spot where you could both hide. He crouched in front of you, protectively, knife in one hand.

And though you’d faced countless predators and beasts on your own, and fought for your pack against poachers, right now you were scared. Maybe because you didn’t have the capacity to be anything else. You were exhausted, and you shouldn’t have been.

But Jimin was a warrior and a scout.

He reached back and rubbed your leg in a soothing sort of way, but you could tell he was on high alert.

Finally the noises faded away.

He relaxed minimally. Glancing around the hiding spot, he moved a few rocks as quietly as he could, making it a little deeper and gesturing for you to go there.

You did as instructed, sitting a little more comfortably.

He started adjusting some branched, that were nearby, and the rocks, then after a while he gestured for you to stay quiet and he went off.

You fingered the knife you carried with you, listening intently, able to recognize when it was Jimin returning with more supplies to hide the two of you in the make-shift shelter.

He worked like that for a long time, still sneaking, which worried you.

You thought the two of you would get farther, but as he shimmied into the shelter he’d built up around you, you could tell that you were staying put. Especially since he brought practically a whole bush of fragrant lilac to cover your scents.

He reached through and pulled a bunch of soft leaved through, nudging you aside to create a small beddish area with the leaves and such he pulled through the bottom of the barrier. Then he got you curled up on it, curling around you. “Poachers are camped not too far from here. Too many for us to take on, but they haven’t caught our scent. They’ll probably move on in the morning. They caught some prey and are getting ready to cook it. You okay, baby?” He pulled a blanket over both of you.

“Scared. Worried. Tired. Why am I so tired?”

He hummed softly. “You were wearing yourself down to the bone, y/n. You’ve lost quite a bit of weight and muscle because of the stress and exhaustion. Here, we’ll sit up and you can eat.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be fine for now. You need the food or else you won’t be able to function tomorrow.”

You nodded, still curling into his arms even as the two of you sat up.

“Shhh, gamma, it’s okay. I’ve got you,” He whispered, and you realized you’d been whimpering slightly.

He rummaged through his back until he pulled out some smoked meats and gently ordered you to eat, petting your hair the whole time, and sniffing at the mating bite on your neck.

Food helped, but you felt like Jimin helped even more. Just his presence made you feel better. And a sort of tranquility washed over you as he gently and continually licked at the mating mark.

“Did I really lose that much weight?” You asked.

“All of the suitors noticed. We were worried about you. As high as tensions are between the packs, the suitors were sort of united. Most of us anyway. We knew before you announced it that Jackson had suggested it. We were all preparing to feed you at every meal if we needed to, just to try and keep you healthy. But I knew it wasn’t enough. I saw you with the Exos. They were really worried about you as you left because you hadn’t enough much. And you never smiled, not genuinely. Not like you used to.”

You couldn’t even remember a time when you felt carefree. Except maybe when you were a pup.

But nobody was as happy of a child as Jimin or Hoseok.

You could remember the summer after your mom died, Jimin poking at you and joking and getting the other guys into the antics to try and get you to smile. How big all of their eyes got when you cried instead because you were young and Jimin was picking on you and you knew you couldn’t go find your mom for solace. Seokjin and Yoongi had chewed them out, Jin hugging you and Yoongi telling them that your mom had died and you weren’t obligated to smile or be happy. Hobi cried as well, and Jungkook’s eyes had been huge, not really understanding what they were saying aside from the fact that he was in trouble. Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jimin had stared at the ground in shame.

Jin took you back to his home, since you were staying with him and his mom since Tae’s was participating in the hunt that summer, and sang to you, telling you that Jimin had meant well when he started it.

You remembered Jimin finding you the next day with one of your favorite flowers, tucking it in your hair wordlessly and sitting beside you on a dock until finally he whispered that he was sorry.

But they included you more than ever before that summer, and when you did smile, Jimin would grin back so wide that he wouldn’t be able to see and would trip, causing you to giggle as you checked to make sure he wasn’t hurt.

“Y/n?” He whispered, kissing your temple and pulling you back to the present. It was dark out.

You inhaled sharply. “Wh—”

“You okay?” He asked softly.

You blinked rapidly. “How long?”

“You zoned out for about half an hour, then fell asleep,” He answered softly. “What were you thinking about?”

“The summer after my mom died,” You whispered.

He tensed a little. “Oh?”

You nodded. “You put forget-me-nots in my hair and sat with me on the dock.”

“I was terrible to you,” He whispered. “It was summer, and I wanted you to be happy to see us, but you weren’t and I didn’t understand. Not until Jin-hyung and Yoongi-hyung were yelling at us. Actually, not even then, it took me until after I was home and had cried and told my mom what had happened that I understood. Because she asked me how I would feel if I hadn’t been able to tell her about how sad I was for making you cry. I was still a jerk to you though. It was like I had to relearn to be nice to you every summer. I was an idiot.”

You shrugged. “I don’t really remember. What was the worst?”

“The time before I found out you were a gamma. And what that meant. I told you you couldn’t join us on the play hunt.”

You frowned, combing through all the times you’d been told by boys that you couldn’t play hunt with them before a very vague recollection of Jimin saying it sort of resurfaced. Mostly you remembered getting hurt because you got so mad at him for ordering you around that you walked right into a different group’s play hunt and ended up getting beat up because you’d scared the one kid. It’d been your fault. You had been too little to play. Jungkook wasn’t playing either. Jimin and Taehyung were barely old enough to play.

“You were actually old enough to play, you were good enough too, too good. I was jealous of your stalking skills and I didn’t want to lose to you. So I said you couldn’t play, and when you argued with me, I ordered you instead. I growled at you. You looked sad, and were pouting when I left you. I should have at least made sure you got back to the fort. But you were upset, as you should have been. I ordered you like you were an omega. Like I had a right to order you. And you got hurt because I was stupid. Eomma chewed me out for that one. Because I challenged your independence.”

You huffed softly, a little amused. “Jimin, we were ten. And you were right. I was too little. I tried playing it that fall and I sucked because while my skills were better than everyone elses, I just couldn’t keep up because I was tiny. I was smaller than Jungkook. Besides, it was one of my own pack members that hurt me. Not you. I was just mad that I wasn’t allowed to play, especially since it was you guys.”

“It was still wrong of me.”

“Well, you’ve made it right, alpha,” You whispered, eyes drifting shut again. “We should leave the moment we’re able to.”

“I’ll wake you when we can leave,” He whispered back, gently brushing your hair from your face and gently nudging the mark on your neck.

“Does yours still hurt?” You asked, forcing your eyes open.

He hummed. Not a no, not a yes.

You licked over it, hearing him sigh softly. “Can we have ducks instead of chickens?”

He chuckled softly, sighing again as you licked at the mark once more. “Anything you wish, y/n.”

Sleep sometimes really messed up your head, because one moment you swear you’re curled up with Jimin, licking at his mark, and then next you’re waking up and sunlight is starting to filter through and Jimin is arms and looks ready to fight.

“Jimin-ah?” A voice called out softly.

Both of you relaxed and Jimin slid out. “Jungkook-ah!”

“Y/n?”

“She’s in the shelter. Y/n, it’s cold, might want your cloak. How did you find us?”

“Luck really. We followed your tracks to a certain point, then found a group of poachers and where they’d killed their prey. Figured you two had barely escaped them, and hid. Hoseok-hyung pointed out this area and they went to go chase off the poachers.”

You managed to get your cloak from your bag, and shimmy through the opening Jimin had, shivering slightly and holding the cloak closer. “The packs?”

“Jay pack managed to diffuse any fighting. But it’s probably best if you don’t go to gatherings for a while.”

“I can definitely do that,” You agreed, hugging onto Jimin for extra warmth. And just a general need to be close to him.

He looked down at you so gently, his gaze so soft. “Let’s go home, y/n.”

“I already am,” You replied, looking up at him and smiling.

He grinned back at you, eyes disappearing and you felt like the world was a better place.

And you couldn’t wait to enjoy that world with him.

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Masterlist. ~ Masterpost. ~ Introduction.

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[chxxna31]

So I read this Jaebum werewolf au and I can’t find it anymore, if someone knows the name or the account please help me.

It starts with y/n and jaebum is on a cafe. y/n using jaebum scarf and y/n is supposed to go meet her parent while jaebum have a night to spent with other girls. jaebum appointment was canceled and then he suddenly become horny bc of his werewolf phase/? then y/n come back to jaebum's apartment bringing some take out from restaurant. and things get heated—

ok anybody who know this pls help me:(

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Got7 | Werewolf!au Seeing Their s/o Get Bit By A Vampire

Anonymous said:

can i have a got7!werewolf reaction to seeing their s/o being bitten by a vampire?

Mark: After seeing you get bit his instinct would be to want to run after the vampire and rip them limb from limb. But he’d fight against his wolf side and let his human side take the lead this time. Which really wasn’t even better...

“I’m sorry Y/N...I’m so ashamed that I wasn’t able to protect you,” he said not making eye contact with you as he bandaged your wounds.

“It’s okay...I’ll be okay Markie, you did nothing wrong,” you said trying to reassure him.

“Not it’s not okay, you could’ve been killed...I don’t know what I would ever do without you.”

Jaebum: The vampire wouldn’t get very far after biting you; after seeing you get bit he would immediately charge after it eyes blazing a fiery red, taking it down and not relenting his assault until it was a pile of ash. Returning to you, he noticed your injury was minor but still needed to be tended to.

“I should’ve been paying better attention, Y/N...please forgive me,” he said as he cleaned and bandaged your wound.

“You have nothing to apologize for JB, it’s over now and I’m fine...it’s a minor bite...and doesn’t seemed to be anything to be concerned over,” you said, “I’m glad you were there for me in the end.”

“I always will be...”

Well that last part was cheesy

Jackson: It wouldn’t be a quick death for the vampire. If Jackson saw his mate get harmed in any way, shape, or form his fun loving personality would disappear and his wolf would take over and he’s completely destroy the vampire.

“Jackson! It’s over!” you’d yell, causing him to turn and look at you red eyes looking from you down at the vampire that was now disappearing into a pile of ash. His eyes slowly faded back into their honey gold hue and he made his way over to you and inspected your wounds.

“Let’s get you to Jinyoung...he’ll be able to make sure these get cleaned out properly.

Jinyoung: After seeing you get bit, his first priority was to get you back to the house and make sure he got your wounds clean. He’d quietly examine them and take not that it wasn’t as bad as he first thought. Other than a few sighs here and there he would be extremely quiet, not mentioning what had just occurred.

But his anger of what had just happened and how he should’ve better watched over you when he walked outside just to yell his lungs out.

Youngjae: The vampire would get away from him, but at that point that wouldn’t really matter to him. After chasing off the vamp he would run to you and check your wounds, making sure it wasn’t anything life threatening. After getting you back to the house and cleaning you up he would sit and try not to think about what happened.

“Don’t beat yourself up over this, please,” you’d say seeing the look on his face, “None of this was your fault...and I’m safe here with you.”

“But are you safe?”

BamBam: Seeing you get bit would rattle his nerves; he was one of the younger werewolves so in a situation where is mate was in danger A) he took care of the problem and B) he made sure you were okay, but that didn’t mean it didn’t effect him and his inner wolf.

“Um Bams...you might want to slow down on that drink,” you said, watching him down his second glass of wine.

“I’ll be fine...I’m good,” he said, “Just need to calm my nerves.”

Yugyeom:  He’d be ashamed in himself after you had gotten bit. As the youngest of the pack he still had a lot to prove and finding a his mate as such a young age that included proving that he could care and protect you.

“I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings Yugyeom...you’re not to blame...if anyone’s to blame its that vampire,” you said trying to get him to quit beating himself up.

“I could’ve lost you...How can I prove to you and the rest of the pack that I’m a capable wolf if I can’t even assure your safety...” he said.

“I’m always safe with you...but you can’t protect me from everything. I’m okay and I’m with you...and that’s what matters.”

xxGot7-Masterlistxx

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🎃 Frightful October ’21 {21/21}

We are back for another year of Frightful October!

As usual, I started this super late (as in I decided to try and do this on September 25th, just six days before October) so I decided to shorten it a bit. Instead of three chapters per act, I'll be doing two this year. I doubt these will be any creepier than the first set but I'll do my best to at least make them a decent read for the best season of the year.

Thanks for checking out this set! I hope you found enjoyment within and I hope you'll let me know what you think. Have a safe and happy Halloween 🎃!

Anything marked with ✓ has been written. Anything marked x has not been written yet and the character/prompt may change.

🔖 Act I _ a u t u m n 🍂

001. Pumpkin Pie ⋩ Robbie Reyes (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D)

oct 1st / fluff, slice of life

002. Decorations ⋩ Cobra (High&Low)

oct 2nd / fluff

🔖 Act II _ s p e l l b o u n d 🔮

003. Spellbook ⋩ Sagara Takeshi (Kyou Kara Ore Wa!!)

oct 4th / fluff, slice of life, magic

004. Magicktownville ⋩ Sima Yiwu (Prince of Tennis ~ Match! Tennis Juniors ~)

oct 5th / friendship, magic, fluff

🔖 Act III _ d e m o n o l o g y 💀

005. Contract ⋩ Hyuuga Norihisa (High & Low)

oct 7th / supernatural, comedy

006. My Pen! ⋩ Zhuo Zhi (Prince of Tennis ~ Match! Tennis Juniors ~)

oct 8th / friendship, fluff, comedy, supernatural

🔖 Act IV _ b l o o d l u s t 🍷

007. Blood Donations ⋩ Jaebum (GOT7)

oct 10 / friendship, supernatural, vampire, family

008. Kidnapped ⋩ Ootori Choutarou (Prince of Tennis)

oct 11 / friendship, angst, violence, supernatural, vampire, high school au

🔖 Act V _ h a u n t e d 👻

009. Morgue ⋩ Fuuta (High & Low)

oct 13 / angst, supernatural, romance

010. The Legend is Real ⋩ Hiyoshi Wakashi (Prince of Tennis)

oct 14 / fluff, mystery, magic, age gap, supernatural

🔖 Act VI _ b a d l u c k 💥

011. Murder at Hillrest Inn ⋩ Zhuo Yu (Prince of Tennis ~ Match! Tennis Juniors ~)

oct 16 / mystery, comedy, friendship, fluff

012. Spilled the Salt ⋩ Nakagoshi (High & Low)

oct 17 / fluff, slice of life, romance

🔖 Act VII _ t r i c k o r t r e a t 🍬

013. Cyanide & Sugar ⋩ Izumi Kousuke (Ookiku Furikabutte)

oct 19 / fluff, crime, comedy

014. Fight for Candy ⋩ Zhuo Zhi (Prince of Tennis ~ Match! Tennis Juniors ~)

oct 20 / comedy, fluff

🔖 Act VIII _ t e r r o r 🔪

015. Michael Who? ⋩ Niou Masaharu (Prince of Tennis)

oct 22 / comedy, fluff

016. Bookclub Psycho ⋩ Chiaki Ryou (Water Polo Yankees)

oct 23 / fluff, horror

🔖 Act IX _ u n d e r t h e f u l l m o o n 🌕

017. Zombies Attack! ⋩ Kuboyasu Aren (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K. LA)

oct 25 / romance, apocalypse au, violence, horror

018. Werewolf Carnival ⋩ Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

oct 26 / family, comedy, supernatural, fluff

🔖 Act X _ h a l l o w s e v e 🎃

019. Charitable ⋩ Atobe Keigo (Prince of Tennis)

oct 28 / drama, fluff, friendship, high school au

020. Spoopy Games ⋩ Zhang Baiyang (Prince of Tennis ~ Match! Tennis Juniors ~)

oct 29 / fluff, comedy, slice of life

🔖 Act XI _ s p o o k y s c a r y s k e l e t o n s 💥

021. Happy Halloween! ⋩ Jim Pickens & Grim Reaper (The Sims 4)

oct 31 / angst, family, supernatural

Thanks for Reading!

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Boy Group Timestamp Event Masterlist

Thank you all for joining in on the event! This was a fun way to celebrate 3k!

Ateez

Seonghwa

[11:28pm] dom!seonghwa + female reader + choking

11:12 AM with Ateez Seonghwa, making out and him being dorky

[3am] + vampire!seonghwa + marking kink

Hongjoong

9:18 hongjoong + female reader + riding + breeding kink

timestamps!! + Hongjoong + female reader + having sex and trying to be quiet backstage at one of their concerts

3:00 am + alien hongjoong + plus sized human female reader + soft smut

Yunho

5:29pm | ceo! yunho + fiancée! fem. reader & hand kink

[10:10pm] sub!yunho + male reader + kitchen sex

Yeosang

(Timestamp) sub!Yeosang + edging AND  11pm +fae!Yeosang + female reader + any sexual act you want to write

1am + Yeosang + fingering/squirting

San

3am hybrid San + female reader +mommy kink

3:11am vampire!San + female reader + doggy style

Mingi

(timestamp) + mingi + hickeys and/or biting

11pm + mingi + female reader with an oral fixation (finger sucking)

10:25am boyfriend!mingi + praise + soft dom

Wooyoung

(Timestamp) sub! Wooyoung + female reader + breeding

[01:53am] dom!wooyoung + female reader + degradation

size king! Wooyoung, 8:34pm

Jongho

thigh-riding, werewolf! jongho, 6:41pm

[9:42] dom!jongho + power play

(timestamp) Jongho + sweet 69-ing

BTS

Seokjin

(7:45 pm) soft dom! Seokjin & praise kink

Yoongi none will be done

Hoseok

(timestamp) Hoseok + female reader + backstage sex after a show

Namjoon

2:25 pm monster Namjoon +gender neutral reader + orgasm denial

Jimin

[timestamp] thigh riding with Jimin + fem!reader

Taehyung

4:44am + taehyung + filming female reader riding him + cat hybrid au (female reader being the cat hybrid)

Jeongguk none will be done

Got7

Mark

03:25 a.m + mark tuan + soft passionate sex AND /timestamp/ mark (tuan) slow/deep sex non-idol au

Jaebeom

03:30 AM + incubus! Jaebeom + corruption kink

timestamp+jaebum+video recording reader sucking his dick

Jackson

(timestamp) jackson+female reader+overstim (male receiving)

Jinyoung

(timestamp) jinyoung+female reader+fingering (female receiving)

time stamp + jinyoung + passionate (loving but a bit rough/hard)

Youngjae

01:57 boyfriend!youngjae + female reader + passionate love making + marking kink

timestamp + Youngjae + gender neutral reader + thigh riding + praise kink

Bambam

(timestamp) sub!bambam + female reader + blowjob

timestamp King!Bambam + female reader + public sex

Yugyeom

(timestamp) sub!Yugyeom + female reader + pegging + praise kink

Seventeen

Seungcheol

3:26 am, Seungcheol, fingering

Jeonghan

9:45pm, stripper! jeonghan, lap dance

Joshua

11:45 pm+ busker!joshua+ kinda public sex

Junhui

timestamp... tentacle!junhui + female reader + all holes filled

Soonyoung

(12:00 am) dom!Soonyoung + car sex

Wonwoo none

Jihoon

10:00pm Doctor!Jihoon + Female reader + fingering

Seokmin

11:11 + CEO!Seokmin + Female!Reader + Oral female receiving

Mingyu

10:23 pm, puppy hybrid!mingyu + gender neutral reader + degradation kink

Minghao

1:23 + dragon hybrid minghao + temperature play

Seungkwan

[2:07 pm] ceo! Seungkwan x reader +squirting

Hansol

11:54 Vernon+vibrator

Chan

(Timestamp) dom!Chan + mirror sex AND Timestamp+Chan+female reader+fucking from behind