#jungkook werewolfau

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

dire iv, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook and his wolf girlfriend are going on a date! Outside!! Not just fucking in his bedroom all day! Who would have thought? (Not me.) Can't get ahead of ourselves though. She has to attended to her official duties and him? Unfortunately, he begins to realize the world around him is much crueler than he thought.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, world-building, the Dire = wolf people, species discrimination / prejudice; maknae line goon antics; smut (fem reader, spit kink (an understatement), unprotected sex (ty biology), m and f-receiving oral, face-fucking, cowgirl, creampie, cum-eating, biting/marking, m-masturbation, doggy); violence; non-idol!AU - werewolfAU / soulmates; werewolf!reader x blond, human!Jungkook; switches between JK's POV, your POV, and the Dire Alpha's POV (your dad), ft bodyguard!Park Jimin and bodyguard!Kim Taehyung

best doggirl and the spit kink king are back! my writing style has changed from 2021, did my best to summarize as you read but if you want the other parts: (i), (ii), (iii) happy birthday JK 2024! enjoy this gift? XD inspired by YOASOBI - 怪物 (Kaibutsu)

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part iii

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“You have to admit. You look really cool.”

Those dark gold eyes seemed to burn. The wet, visceral sound of black lips peeling back, revealing sharp, white teeth that could tear holes into his flesh with ease. They glistened in the moonlight, along with her pink tongue that lolled out, curling over the edge of her snout in a slow, predatory motion.

Sexy as fuck.

Jeon Jungkook tried not to quiver in excitement, but he was sure his death grip on the silvery fur of her chest was giving him away. Underneath his knuckles he could feel hard muscle and the heavy thud of his mate’s heartbeat. Well, there was probably some technicality in that wording, but that didn’t stop him from already thinking it.

“I’m starting to think you might like this form more than my human form.”

The female Dire wolf mused, tilting her head, breathing above his hair. He had continued to bleach it the ashy blond with a darker shadow root. His scalp wasn’t happy about it, but Jungkook liked to think of it as complimentary to the love of his life. Yes, uh, the giant wolf with the black-tipped silver fur sitting in his bedroom. Yes. Her thick tail thumped on the hardwood. She was doing that thing.

That thing with her saliva.

“I… I d-don’t…” Jungkook panted, but he was rapidly losing the plot.

The Dire seemed to grin.

“At least during sex.”

Drool slipped down the edge of those black lips and splattered onto his forehead, making him moan and close his eyes. He tried not to writhe, to scream, to collapse. There was no human ecstasy that could match what was surging through his veins now. It was a crime to call it spit. The second the drips hit his skin, his nerves seemed to sing with carnal need, all sensations heightened with a single drop. The wolf dipped her head, splashing saliva down his chest, and, as if possessed, his hands flew up and smeared it all over him, sending himself into a feral frenzy as it felt the slick liquid leak through his fingers, cling to his skin, down his abdomen, hot, burning, intense, his lungs on fire with primal desire. He could not speak.

His knees gave out.

He felt a padded, leathery paw catch him, claws nicking at his arm, and then a tuft of softness by his legs. Her tail. But before Jungkook could say anything, do anything, scramble to screw his brain on right, her tongue descended and pressed flat against his sternum.

“O-O-Ooooh, fuck meeeeeee...”

He opened his eyes to a hazy vision of pointed jaws, sending another surge of violent need through him, but at this point he could do nothing but submit, pinned to the ground, hypnotized by bright gold eyes as the wolf slid down, wrapping her tongue around his achingly hard shaft with teeth bared.

Okay, so, maybe Jungkook was a kinky freak but that was because of biology.

Not by choice.

Er, right.

And he wasn’t a furry.

Right.

The tip of her wolf tongue hoked around the oversensitive head of his cock and made his head snap back, nearly knocking himself out as pleasure tore through his blood. It was similar to human sex, except multiplied hundredfold, nearly resulting in an out-of-body experience. His palms slapped the floor, curling into fists in attempt to ground himself with knuckles into wood. Jungkook could relate the fetishists that obsessed over the Dire and willingly became sex slaves. Not that he condoned it per se, but, well, pot calling the kettle black and all that.

The sound of grinding bone.

A deep growl that turned into a husky chuckle.

Her human form was as beautiful as her wolf form. He marveled how quickly she could transform in front of his eyes, with her mouth hardly leaving his skin. She still retained her silvery ears and fluffy tail, the telltale features of the Dire, along with the wolf tattoo on her left hand. Like all of her kind, she had a serial number. But she was more than numbers. Scarred skin, powerful muscles, a mole under the inner corner of her right eye. An unmistakable air of regality and overwhelming power. She was, indeed, the Dire Alpha’s one and only daughter.

And, in Jungkook’s humble and purely unbiased opinion, insanely hot.

“And you say you could handle me while I’m in heat,” she taunted, licking upwards, spit sticking to his balls and making his eyes roll back into his head. “It’ll take you a few more years, I predict.”

“S-Shut up… aaah, yes…”

Oh, he thought about it. Not that he wanted to be a dad right now, but, someday. She had said before their children would follow the species of the mother. A little of pups, maybe? Or one by one? Jungkook had no idea what the specifics were, but he sure as hell thought about how fucking mind-blowingly intense the experience could be. He could only fathom, because she refused to tell him, instead drenching his throbbing cock with her hot mouth. He came instantly, the orgasm clawing through him from his core, tearing an animalistic groan from his ribcage, desperately fighting the urge to pass out, the high splintering through his muscles in igniting sparks.

Maybe embarrassing, but all shame was wiped away at the radiating sensation of her swallowing his thick load. He could feel the volume, feel the way her throat muscles constricted around him, feel the muscles of his crotch strain, and his cock remained hard, aggressively pulsating from their wanton connection.

Her warm, wet tongue hooked around his balls and Jungkook gasped, his hips snapping up violently, back arching, almost screaming as he felt the head of his cock slam into the back of her throat. Her hands gripped his ass, fingernails digging in, lifting him with ease, forcing him to thrust into her mouth in an absurd form of self face-fucking that would not be possible without her strength, which was both extremely arousing and extremely concerning. But horny canceled out fear, so Jungkook soared towards glorious heaven without a care in the world.

His moan swelled throughout the room, saturating it with his lustful vocalization.

A part of him wished he could describe the impending orgasm that was thundering from deep within. It held the same gravity as terror, the same abyssal depth as love, and the undefined quality of time. It ripped through him and put him back together at the same time, leaving him in tears, stronger than before, a step past alive that walked the line of death, and through the haze of oblivion, Jungkook saw her rise with the look of predator to prey, and she sank down on him, his stiff cock still sputtering residual spurts of cum while her hot, slick pussy tightened around him, sending a fresh wave of blinding bliss through him.

He felt her hands clutch his shoulders, the points of pain from her nails bringing him back to reality.

But only just.

She licked her teeth like royalty about to feast on fine dining.

“Mine.”

-

You dipped your fingers into your mouth and pulled them out, glistening with saliva, and smeared them over Jungkook’s lips. You watched with fervent delight as his instincts took over while you rode him, roughly, brutally, his eyes still conscious, his body bucking into each thrust, his mind on the brink as he tried to grasp onto each sensation. His willpower was breathtaking. No, addictive. You leaned down, hungry to watch his face that was unable to hide wave after wave of ransacking pleasure, his shoulders practically vibrating under your palms.

In the end, you were more animal than human.

You breathed out, your heavy exhale washing over him, and Jungkook writhed, fascinating you with the way his strained muscles rippled, whining, slamming his hips into your crotch with a loud wet smack and cumming again, but you did not relent.

There was such a thing as love among Dires, although you should not partake in such as the Alpha’s sole heir. At least, tradition did not allow you to partake.

Taming you, another story.

You tightened around him, defying tradition, losing yourself to a pleasure that could never be matched.

Like humans, Dire wolves also spoke of the ideal of a perfect mate. Less abstract than the concept of a soul, though. More focused on the concept of matching power levels and building a strong bloodline. There was no room for the weak among the pack.

And yet.

While Jungkook by no means matched you in physical prowess, perhaps that meant that the power of humanity was not measured by pure muscle, but by determination that went past personal safety.

You threw your head back, gritting your teeth, a rising hiss bubbling in your chest, the heels of your palms pressing against his chest. His back hit the floor with a thud, starting a vicious cascade of adrenaline from him to you, and you felt the rising pleasure crash and burst, suspended on the hairline of sanity before the spasms beneath gripped you, ricocheting up your ribcage, seeping juices painted between your connected bodies and you let out a howling moan, your nails digging into his flesh.

Jungkook came, trapped in the jaws of your orgasm, adding a squelch of fluids to the rest buried within you.

You reached between your bodies, opening your mouth, collecting spit onto the tip of your tongue.

It dripped down, down.

His mouth opened mid-moan, his dark eyes unfocused, pupils blown out, and you smeared the mix of his cum and yours onto his tongue along with your saliva, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he drank it, intoxicated, gurgling your name in wet bliss. His bleached-blond hair stuck to his forehead, damp from sweat. Or maybe from your drool from earlier. Ah.

You leaned in and kissed him.

His taste was different.

Like electricity.

You tilted your head, kissing him deeper. Again and again, until he reached the edge of consciousness.

“D-Don’t… stop…”

You kissed him even as he passed out, licking his face, staking your claim, painting him with you.

It might be primitive, but Jungkook loved it, so you did not deny him.

After wiping him down the best you could and tucking him into bed, you cleaned the floor. He slept like the dead, oblivious to your silent movement of mopping his floor. You made sure it was relatively dry before putting everything away, giving his form one last look before gazing out his bedroom window.

The moon blazed above in the pitch-black sky.

The adrenaline still rippled through your blood, but it wasn’t from the sex. You could not see the eyes, but you could feel that the window was being watched. The growl below your collarbones simmered. You felt the shallow presences shrink back a little, sensing your intent to kill on your territory.

They may have disappeared now.

However, you did not relax.

You had hired security detail for Jungkook. Against his will, they lived next door. Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin from RJ's Private Security Services. The only reason you trusted them was because the CEO was well-regarded among your father’s security guard. Your father, the Dire Alpha, had human security detail outside of Dire territory, and wolves for around the castle. Crime was handled by the nation of the perpetrator. Between Dire and humans, the wolf was almost always ruled the perpetrator.

Which did not benefit the humans, since punishment was usually death.

It didn’t benefit wolves either, since punishment was usually the Alpha slaughtering you in front of your family.

Very pleasant traditions, yes.

Hring human bodyguards was important for Jungkook, because wolves were unlikely to attack humans and because humans were slightly less likely to attack their own kind when in groups. Slightly. Although you trusted Taehyung and Jimin, they were only human. They could not sense the world like you could, plus their bodies required ample amounts of sleep to be fully alert. Therefore, you had begun to stalk Jungkook’s apartment – much to his delight – but you did not inform him that it was because of the malicious intent that seemed to scuttle along the pavement like cockroaches. You did not mind satisfying his lust, of course. Other than your saliva giving him an almost hallucinatory high, it made your pheromones radiate off him, essentially telling anyone in the vicinity to back the fuck off or you would give him a very nasty bite.

You left out a wispy, heated breath, fixated on the moon.

You would protect him, no matter what.

On his bedside table was your necklace. A pendant of a jagged diamond with a platinum plum flower pressed in the center on a thick silver chain. On the chain were ten silver rings. Rings of conquest. You would have to go back tomorrow. There were at least two rituals scheduled soon. You were both prime breeding age and the next Alpha. Every male wanted to be the Alpha’s mate with the intent of producing the next royal kin.

You, however, were not interested in any of them.

Jungkook snored very loudly from the bed.

You slunk away from the window and crawled into bed beside him. He was warm. Once he felt your skin brush against his, his body turned, haphazardly flinging his limbs over you.

You smiled.

Pulled the blanket over his arm and listened to the sound of his slumber.

For Dire wolves, courtship was completed through combat. There were those that did participate in the gentler rituals common through humans, but marriage could not be viewed as solidified without combat between mates. If they deemed each other as worthy through battle, both wolves could call a truce, thus having their union recognized among the pack. Common wolves could perform this ritual at their leisure. The ritual for royalty was, of course, different. Although anyone and everyone wished to become the next Alpha’s mate, initiating an official challenge was intimidating to say the least. Not only was each match overseen by the Alpha himself, losing was both shameful and embarrassing. Nearly ostracizing. Still, word was also getting out that you were fucking a human. Unsurprisingly, most Dire were not thrilled at the idea.

And so, you were soon to be called to fulfill your royal duty of kicking lupine ass that had delusions of being your husband because your mate was currently snoring into your fluffy ear.

You would not lose. At this point, you would rather die than select a different mate.

Wolf men were overrated anyway.

The problem was, how were you supposed to have your marriage recognized by your people? It was a future issue that needed a solution, but one step at a time. First, kick the lupine ass of whoever was stalking Jungkook. Then figure out how to get your people – well, actually, your father – to acknowledge your mate.

Sigh.

That was already impossible, as Father would most likely bite Jungkook the second he showed his face.

Even from this distance, you felt the tingle of his disapproval from within the stone walls of the castle.

-

“Wait are you guys wearing?!”

Kim Taehyung flashed a dazzling boxy smile that further illuminated the flashiness of his pink-and-orange Hawaiian shirt. Maybe that was why he was wearing those ridiculous large sunglasses. “It’s fa-shun. You wouldn’t understand, dear record store employee.”

Jungkook was flabbergasted.

Park Jimin was also sporting a similarly colorful shirt, slate blue chinos, and big sunglasses. Leather loafers, even. He handed Taehyung a tan sports coat that he slipped on, covering his identification badge and harness that held his, er, tranquilizer gun. Jungkook still wasn’t sure what that meant, but the suspicious gun-shaped thing in the holster was bright orange with a blue biohazard sign on the handle. Jimin had one too, although his demeanor was less unhinged. He seemed more trustworthy with it. The shorter man put on a light green shirt jacket over his yellow-orange floral shirt.

Neither of them looked normal.

Despite this, Jungkook had no choice but to endure the stares of everyone as he stood on the train, squeezed between two men chattering over his head. He tried to look nondescript in his large grey bucket hat, dark red long-sleeved henley shirt, baggy black sweatpants, and black sneakers. Tried being the key word, since it was impossible to avoid looking like an emo child chaperoned by two parents perpetually trapped in the seventies.

He would have felt less weird holding the hand of his wolf girlfriend, honestly.

“What’s up, buttercup?”

Jungkook glared at Jimin, who was grinning with his sunglasses ticked down like a sleazy porn star.

“Aw, someone’s cranky,” Taehyung teased, earning him a similar death glare as they walked off the train. “Missing the missus that bad, huh?”

“Please stop talking like that,” Jungkook muttered, slapping down his train card rather harshly. The gate let out a hasty beep and shot open. “I feel like I’m stuck with the two goons of a half-assed gangster movie.”

“Who’s which half of the ass?” Jimin chirped.

Then his supposed bodyguards both shot finger guns at each other and burst into a fit of giggles, which made Jungkook half-consider jumping into an open manhole. On a better day he might have joined in on the fun. However, he was indeed cranky. This morning, she had kissed him goodbye, apologizing for having to cancel their plans and promising to be back in a couple days. He had almost protested, but then he caught her glancing at her hands. All her fingers were laden with heavy silver rings. A snake head with black gems for eyes. The black stone with a bone pressed into it. The wolf with the opal eyes. The ten-pointed star etched into a hammered silver circle. The simple silver band. The large opal gem inlaid in stars. The skull with the snake. The moth with opal gems as wings. The ring scripted with a single word, FEED. A twisted silver band.

“You replace them as you defeat stronger opponents, right?” Jungkook had asked.

She had smiled, pleased that he had remembered. “Yes, that’s correct.”

“Do you think you’ll replace any this time?”

He swore a gold streak flared through her irises but he couldn’t be sure.

“Probably two.”

It mildly pissed off Jungkook that male wolves could just rock up and ask for her hand in marriage, but now that he thought about it again, saying that to the Dire Alpha’s face that you wanted to fuck his daughter sounded shit-inducingly petrifying. Upon further inspection, he didn’t envy them that much. Plus, they all got their butts kicked by his hot wolf girlfriend. The latter might be kinda – ahem, anyway, today was Jungkook’s day off.

He looked both ways before crossing the street, quickly followed by animated Jimin and Taehyung.

He couldn’t help but notice the Dire among the humans as he walked.

They stood out everywhere they went. Pointed ears, some clipped. Bushy tails, some shoved into voluminous skirts and baggy pants to make it less obvious. He used to think the ones that lived among humans were all up to no good. That was the public perspective, after all, similar to humans who were heavily tattooed. Such groups were treated with veiled contempt simply for existing. It made Jungkook feel ashamed for assuming that, especially since he now saw how carefully the Dire approached humans, trying to look as meek and unassuming as possible, moving in and out quickly so as to not disturb the peace. He also noticed how some groups of Dires glared at everyone that passed them, jaded by public perception.

Part of him wondered why they did not live in the wooded area of the main colony. Then another part of him came to realization that he probably didn’t want to know the answer to that. After all, his wolf girlfriend had to leave him to participate in courtship combat rituals, so… yeah.

It was a dog-eat-dog world.

There was a loud clang as the glass door opened and hit a male Dire in the face. Jungkook started. A group of teenage boys snickered and pointed, racing away from the business as the thin Dire in a dirty grey long coat shook his head roughly, looking pissed off but still staring at the ground. Nobody around him said anything. The Dire snorted and turned away from the establishment, empty-handed, quickly shoving his hands in his pockets.

Jungkook opened his mouth to ask if the stranger was okay.

The Dire glared at him, snarling deep in his chest before breaking into an alley.

A deep sense of regret stung within.

“He’ll be fine.” A hand rested on Jungkook’s shoulder. He turned to see Jimin ruefully smiling. “He nicked a wallet from one of the kids.”

Alert perked up his shoulders. “What? Aren’t you guys gonna do something?”

Taehyung appeared beside him with a frown, ushering him along. “For what? Ten thousand won and a drained train card? Besides, our job is to protect you.”

“Don’t you have a sense of justice?” Jungkook hissed under his breath, not liking their lackadaisical attitude.

Even behind the dark glasses, he saw Jimin’s expression deepen. “Justice? Of course.”

“Then–”

“We can’t go around invoking our personal justice on others.” Those plump lips twisted to a morose grimace. “That’s not our job. Our job is to protect you.”

Indignance flared as Jungkook harshly whispered back, “Then why aren’t you taking it seriously–” And he cut himself off as Jimin and Taehyung looked back at him. Faces tense despite their colorful appearances. Once again, he was reminded of how much they stood out.

“People… People are staring at us…”

Taehyung took a step past him, ticking his sunglasses with a sly smirk.

“The more eyes on you, the more witnesses available to testify if we are attacked,” he said under his breath, monotone, with a sweeping laugh to cover up the gravity of his warning. Jungkook half-turned, feeling Jimin’s arm clap over his shoulders, breathless and wide-eyed as Jimin’s pitched laughter rang with Taehyung’s deeper octave. It took a moment for those words to really sink in, but at that point Jimin was dragging him into the department store they had been heading towards all along, and then all of a sudden they became three longtime friends out shopping, noisily discussing the current frivolous fashion trends. Definitely not one dumbass and two dumbass-looking-but-actually-extremely-competent undercover bodyguards.

It wasn’t until Jungkook was shoved into a dressing room with an armful of random dress shirts that he spotted himself in the mirror, his wide eyes trembling with fear.

“I’m in danger,” he mouthed, feeling panic rise to his throat.

His heartbeat raced. He clutched the nice fabrics and shut his eyes, breathing in. Breathing out. No. Don’t cry wolf, idiot, and Jungkook almost laughed at the thought because it was more literal than most would expect. He missed her very much. He knew she could sense him somehow, so he tried to radiate calm, especially when he knew she was busy with her personal preparations. She had hired Jimin and Taehyung for a reason. It just… It hadn’t hit him until now that, yeah, they had been hired to protect-protect him.

Maybe, deep down, Jungkook had wished that it was only silly paranoia.

Then again, before he had security, five Dires had beat the stuffing outta him just because. So, if word was getting out that he was banging the Alpha heir for free…

Oh.

Okay, he was a little scared.

But only a little. He coughed and straightened, dumping the hangers of shirts onto the ottoman in the corner of the dressing room and whipped off his bucket hat, roughly mussing his flat hair. He scowled, hating this feeling of helplessness. Maybe he would hit up the mixed martial arts gym by his house. Increase his workouts to six days a week. He couldn’t be useless forever. At the very least Jungkook wanted to be able to kick human butt.

He yanked his shirt over his head.

“Hey – Whoa! Freaky-deaky!”

Jungkook almost launched himself into the mirror in a mute scream, pressing his long-sleeved shirt into his chest as he spun around to see Taehyung and Jimin cramming themselves into the dressing room, locking the door behind them. He gawked, flapping his jaw like a fish as the shorter male bent towards him, giving him a shifty up-and-down stare as Taehyung tried not to burst into another fit of deep giggles.

“Your back looks like the imprint of a chain-link fence,” the giggly man snickered, tapping his crossed fingers.

Jimin ticked his sunglasses down and wagged his finger.

Jungkook chucked his shirt into Jimin’s face, who promptly slingshot back into the dressing room door in dramatics. Taehyung grabbed his shoulders and gleefully hissed, “Stop, stop, not so loud,” as if this unbelievable ruckus wasn’t suspicious enough.

“Get out,” Jungkook gritted out to the other two. They waved his warning away and began to pick up the dress shirts, hanging them on the bar while very poorly acting as if they couldn’t see the welts and scratches all over him. Waving their hands this way and that, sticking him into a revolving door of various dress shirts while exchanging not-so-subtle looks.

Assholes.

“I can see you.”

His bodyguards-turned-fashion-critics were splitting up the tried-on shirts into two categories. Both tucked their sunglasses into the dip of their collar to begin serious deliberation. Wordlessly shaking their heads at each other. Contorting their faces in various levels of judgement. It was strangely efficient and also weird as fuck.

“Get some slacks. Dark ones, tapered,” Jimin nudged Taehyung, and the taller male was off, sticking his head out of the dressing room in a left-right criminal-level lookout stance before sauntering out.

At this point Jungkook knew it was pointless to protest. A pair of dark brown orbs popped over his shoulder as he unbuttoned the silky black dress shirt with small opalescent polka dots. He noted Jimin had to teeter on tiptoes to harass him properly.

Heh, shorty.

“You got that dawg in you, eh, Kookie?” Jimin wiggled his eyebrows. “Can I call you that?”

“No,” Jungkook muttered sulkily, slipping out of the dress shirt to put on a mid-weight navy one. He felt a little hand slap his arm once he shouldered it on. The upper seams were too short for his broad shoulders. He took it off without even buttoning it, recognizing there was no point in putting on something ill-fitting.

“Ain’t nothin’ to be ashamed about, Kookie,” Jimin barreled on and Jungkook realized now that the shorter male must be from Busan. His intonation and blunt talk reminded him of his hometown. “You and I ain’t so different if we get down to it.”

“Uh huh,” but it was a distracted reply. Taehyung spoke smoothly but there was a rough depth to his elegant, low voice. Daegu? Jungkook wondered how they got here. Money, probably. “Why accept this job?”

“Huh?”

He lifted his head and frowned at Jimin’s peeking eyes over his shoulder through their reflection.

“Why protect me?”

Jimin’s dark brows lowered slightly. Even though half of his face was covered by Jungkook’s shoulder, the crinkled in the corners of his eyes indicated that he was smiling.

“Honestly, I was getting really tired of protecting people who only care about themselves and not the world around them. But I don’t know how to make it better either. So, until then, I’ll have to keep looking for people who have the courage to make our shared world more beautiful.”

Jungkook stared at Jimin through the mirror.

For some reason, he remembered fluffy ears and soft tail curling around him, the smile of a leader-to-be by his side.

He turned, then jerked back.

“You’re too close.”

Jimin wiggled his eyebrows again. Creep. “Hey, no pressure or anything, but does your lady love have some fri–”

Taehyung chose this awkward moment to burst through the dressing room door. He gasped audibly and shut it quickly, waving the pants at Jungkook, “Cover yourself, you animal!” And, because Jimin had whipped his head around, Jungkook could now see down the nape of the shorter man’s neck. He had a series of obvious tattoos that disappeared downward.

The moon phases.

Then it clicked.

Jungkook bopped Jimin on the head.

“Ow!”

“The fuck is that for?” Taehyung scolded, jabbing him in the chest with the hanger of the slacks. “Didn’t your parents teach you that violence is wrong?”

But Jungkook paid him no mind, instead giving Jimin a knowing glare. The shorter man stuck his tongue out with a cheeky smirk before morphing back to a hurt baby chick when Taehyung looked back at him. Asshole.

“Get out before I clobber you both.”

Three really was too many to select one dressy date outfit, but such was Jungkook’s life now.

-

“Father, do you hate the humans?”

The Alpha could smell him. Despite his daughter’s attempt to shower, coitus between highly compatible mates lingered. Sigh. He knew this day would come, and he had dreaded it. His expectations were sadly met. Sigh. He shut his eyes and breathed in, but not too deeply. The urge to chomp on the human boy became stronger than before. He looked down to his daughter, who was still in her human form, wearing the traditional loose robes of the Dire. Silver, to indicate her royal status. It was coincidence that the color matched her natural fur. She was giving him a curious, searching expression.

His scowl must be showing.

“I don’t hate the humans,” he growled.

She remained unconvinced.

The Alpha let out a huff and looked out to the forest. They were on the rooftop on the stone castle, about to spar. The sun was setting, turning the green leaves a cinder-orange glow.

“Human are selfish, cunning, hateful creatures,” he said to the sea of leaves. “Such is the nature of those who perceive themselves as weak. The mouse lives an honest life, for it does not know of its level in the food chain. But humans do. They are not like you and I. The Dire know themselves to be apex predators, and so we act accordingly. That is, until the integration began, poisoning the Dire with their human fears.”

The moon was slowly peeking out, a flirty little sliver in the sky.

“But humans are not weak.”

The Alpha raised his head to the memory of his lovely silver wolf in the sky. She used to say these words to him, back when he was a haughty, arrogant, uneducated young wolf. She was always the wiser one.

“Their bodies might be weak but, unlike the rest of nature who are simply living in their own isolated bubbles, humanity has the ability to comprehend, empathize, and connect all these isolated bubbles. They are creative, innovative, and imaginative. They are the bigger world that the Dire are only a small part of.”

He looked back to his inquisitive silver pup.

It was partly a lie, as the Alpha did, indeed, hate the humans with a fiery loathing.

He would not, however, actively place his emotions onto his own daughter. If she was to lead after him, it should be with her own beliefs and ideals. He was simply there to guide. He still didn’t think he was doing an exemplary job, but he was only one Dire, after all. Sigh. It wasn’t the first time he wished his wife was still here to scold him to do better.

“Are those Mother’s words?” his clever pup asked.

The corner of his jowls raised. “You always know when she speaks through me, somehow.”

She smiled, playful and roguish, and he saw himself in her. Then a flash of guilt clouded her expression. He saw her pause, unsure. It made him feel like a failure. He was a leader before he was a father, unfortunately. His own daughter hesitated to be open with him.

He gazed back to the turning crimson leaves, not wanting his stare to intimidate.

“I know you have been helping humans on nights of the full moon.”

He felt her withdraw slightly. He frowned. But then she pulled herself up, standing straight beside the Alpha.

There was his defiant child.

“So?”

He tried not to smile. “You challenge our right to the hunt?”

“If our people were better hunters, then my impact would be insignificant.”

He continued to stare at the trees despite the pride swelling in his chest. “You wish to end such massacre.”

To his surprise, his daughter hesitated once more.

“The Dire cannot prevent themselves from becoming our true selves on that night. I will not let us be convinced that the core part of who we are is ugly. I want us to be able to hunt the natural way. However, I cannot deny that the full moon night has created mutual resentment between our species. But, perhaps, there is a way for us to contain our hunt to a different prey.”

“Oh?” The Alpha did his best to not sound impressed.

“Haven’t we become too lazy when it comes to the wildlife, Father?”

She had noticed it too. Raw meat had become too easy to obtain.

“According to the humans, the deer have become an invasive species.”

“Is that so?” He already knew. Calling out his own people as idle dogs did not exactly earn respect, although he was getting closer to doing so out of personal frustration.

“Yet I don’t think I can suggest such things until we better improve the bond between us.”

They stood in silence, father and daughter.

“I’m ready to kick your ass now.”

“I doubt you’ll be able to do so, Daughter,” the Alpha barked, his laughter cracking through the twilight. Something only she heard nowadays. “You’ve become soft hanging out with those humans.”

She proved him wrong.

-

He was drooling.

It was a little unsettling. It shouldn’t be, but it was for some reason. Maybe because he was human.

“Jungkook, uh…?”

He started and made a hasty slurping sound. Lovely. You turned a little, swishing your tail back and forth to get a feel for mobility. Checked yourself in the mirror again, satisfied with the tailor’s adjustments to the cobalt blue velvet dress. There was an additional zipper by the hole at the lower back of the dress that allowed your tail to poke through. The dress was a stark difference from the usual baggy clothes you wore. Although the fabric was stretchy, it hugged close in your body with a soft cowl neck and gathered side seams. The wolf in you disliked this encasement, but there were slits along the sides that helped, as well as your mate’s hungry expression. It was quite amusing.

And flattering.

“Wow, you look so… so fucking hot.”

“The open back is making me feel rather cool, actually,” you remarked. The thin straps crossed in the back to hold the front against your chest. Some of your scars and half-healed gashes were visible. You didn’t mind though. Jungkook seemed to like it, creeping closer and closer to you with every second. You pretended not to notice. “I brought some silver shoes to wear with it. Do you think this will be acceptable for the establishment you selected?”

He was not listening. Jungkook was now almost breathing down your back, and then you felt his fingertips trace your recent wounds with gentleness and concern. And a hint of desperation.

No, a lot of desperate horniness.

You stared at him blankly through his own full-length mirror in his bedroom.

“Does it hurt?”

His big eyes lifted to pout at your reflection.

“It does not.”

You had two new rings now. The FEED ring had been replaced with one that held a black onyx heart-shaped gem held down with locked chains. The snake head ring was also gone, swapped for a silver band composed of fused triangles. He was peeking down at them.

“The more intricate ones are from newer families,” you explained. “The older families have simpler designs, as that was the norm at the time.”

“Families?”

“Just as you humans have a coat of arms for your families, we have ring styles. There is a special Dire family of silversmiths that create them. The royal family has a pendant.” You laid your fingertips over the pendant hanging from your neck, a jagged diamond shaped like the full moon with a platinum plum flower pressed into it. “Unlike the families, who are able to swap rings and be indited to new families, the royal family are locked to their fate.”

His brows knitted together. “Sounds complicated…”

You smiled, patting his cheek. “Let me handle such things. You can stand there and be pretty.”

But a shadow crossed over his features. You paused, not expecting that. Jungkook shifted to hold your elbows, pulling you towards him with a rueful expression. He shook his head.

“I want to do it.”

You blinked in confusion. “Are you using euphemisms for sex now?”

He looked annoyed. “The ritual.”

Huh?

Wait.

He was crazy.

“The courtship combat?”

His nodded, making his blond ponytail bounce.

You almost laughed. Almost, stopping as soon as you saw the serious look on his face. “Ah… That’s not possible, my sun.”

Pink dusted his cheeks. “S… Sun?”

You reached up and twirled his bleached bangs. “Mhm. As I rule the moon, you are the sun that allows me to shine.”

He was two seconds away from becoming a blubbering mess. You laughed again as he hugged you fiercely, then received whiplash from him jerking back, gripping your shoulders tightly. His big brown orbs with glistening with brightness. “I want to do the ritual. It is a tradition of your people. I want to respect it. I want to win you.”

You raised your eyebrows.

“Oh… well, not win you, but… you know…?”

Still, you considered it for a moment. You could tell him that he had already won, but you also knew that wasn’t what he meant. “The ritual reflects the savagery of the Dire. It is not for the weak.” You raised your head. Jungkook straightened, determinedly setting his jaw. He was far from the frightened young human shivering in the alley back then. The corner of your lips upturned. “You want to fight me that bad, huh?”

He waved his hands, dark eyebrows falling in worry. “No, no, not like that. I just think… I mean, your dad might – uh…” He rubbed his chest nervously.

Oh.

You looked out the window, to the growing moon. “Hm, I suppose there is some way to arrange a degree of fairness. But you will need to become stronger. There’s no way you can win now.” Father will be pleased, perhaps. It was hard to tell with that wolf.

“R-Really?” Then the latter half of your words sank in. “Hey…”

You turned to face him with a wolfish grin.

“Would you like me to prove it to you now?”

-

Well, Jungkook didn’t win the tussle, but he could confidently say he had won at life.

He had one hand pinned behind his back and the other on the floor above his head, her weight on top his thighs, and her tongue sliding down the nape of his neck. His boner was getting violently uncomfortable against the hardwood. He was too absorbed in pheromone heaven to care. The more competitive side of him argued that this was cheating and the horny side of him told the former to shut the fuck up and enjoy the saliva dripping down his shoulders, his skin burning with heightened sensation.

She had the foresight to remove her dress before pinning him down.

Jungkook could never compete with such wisdom, but he was fine with that.

She let go of his hands. He could do nothing. She gripped his lower ribs and hoisted his torso off the ground, too easily, and ran her tongue down his spine, removing her knees from the backs of his thighs as well. His hot skin prickled at the sensation of her teeth nicking him. Somehow he was now on his knees. Her arm snaked around his front and gripped his inner thigh, sharp fingernails digging into delicate flesh. His entire body shuddered, lungs included, her spit in rivers across his shaking backside.

Her tail flicked against his calf, soft fur rubbing against him.

“O-Oh, fuck…!”

Pre-cum was already leaking down his shaft. Hypnotized. His own palm pressed against the swollen, slick head of his cock. Like a spark to a flame, his nerves blazed with delight, prompting him to wrap his hand around the shaft. Her other hand clawed up his chest. And then he felt her teeth sink into his side. Jungkook looked down, vision unfocused.

Gasped.

Eyes streaked with gold gleamed and she bit down, into him, not hard enough to break skin but definitely hard enough to drive him insane.

His head snapped back, vicious lust tearing through his throat in a strangled moan, jacking himself off hard, fast, punishing, driven by the scratches down his chest and inside his inner right thigh, by the teeth locked into his left side, and then pain blossomed into unyielding waves of torrential pleasure. Coiling into his blood. Seizing his heart. So intense he was on the edge of alive and dead. A moan ripped at his throat, nearly a howl, and Jungkook could smell blood, nearly sending himself into a frenzy.

His orgasm shot all over the floor.

His lower muscles clenched and he thrust into his hand, burning all over, sensitivity exploding through his frame, and now he saw it, streaks of milky white splattered onto the hardwood, oh, shit, right before his eyes rolled back into his head to flashing blackness, feeling hot tongue washing over the bruise throbbing at his side.

“Ah, I’m sorry…”

“I d-don’t care,” he immediately choked out, swaying, his head lolling back into place, infernal ecstasy threatening to swallow him whole. His eyes could barely register that he was bleeding from the small pinpricks of her teeth marks. He felt unnaturally good, truthfully. Maybe because her saliva lingered on the wound. A fresh surge of arousal rippled down to his groin.

Her name slipped from his gasping lips.

A low, animalistic huff.

For a moment, Jungkook could not quite understand the image in front of him. One second, he was sinking on his knees, panting, staring at the cum-drenched floor of his bedroom. The next second, the powerful, lithe, crouching form of his wolf girlfriend was before him, on hands and knees. Her bushy silver tail swishing back and forth, her head low to the ground, ears standing straight up, and her tongue flat against the hardwood.

She was licking his cum!

Her tail was wagging!

“O-Ooooh…”

Those gold-flecked eyes fixated on him, watching him with a low, throaty snarl.

“Get behind me.”

Jungkook didn’t need to be told twice.

His body knew what to do, springing into action, probably ungracefully, but he didn’t care, launching off his knees, positioning behind her round, raised ass. His hands gripped the soft curves, the pads of his thumbs slippery against her heated opening, and her snarl morphed into a blissful hiss, the tendons on the back of her hands visible, and he sank in, instantly drowning into suffocating, insatiable fervor.

Violent, loud, wet smacks of hips to hips.

She licked his taste off the floor. Her tail thumped against his thundering heart. His body snapped forward with unrelenting force, breathless, alive, intense, illuminated by the moon, his throbbing cock swelling against her pulsing muscle, snaking shivers seizing his insides.

Synchronized, laborious exhales.

Her head tipping back, the tip of her tail curling around his neck, her ass pushing back against his crotch.

“Ah, Jungkook, yes…”

Then he felt it.

A sublime pull coaxing him from within, otherworldly, not just fitting together on the physical but in a divine perfection, and his grip tightened, trying to hold on, thrusting deeper, harder, there.

He orgasmed in this carnal, dream-like state, moaning to the ceiling.

He wanted to ask what that was, if she had felt it, but his hips continued despite the heightened sensitivity, and he couldn’t stop, kept going, his lungs burning, leaning forward, oh, fuck, this angle was even better, her orgasm spasming around him, his eyelids fluttering from the racing bursts of pleasure, still so hard that it was almost painful, cumming again, the saturated scent of their sex overpowering, slickness dripping down their tense thighs, once again building to another wet, tight, soaring climax.

Jungkook continued until his legs literally gave out.

He slid to the floor, gasping, marveling at the way her pussy glistened, the quivering lips puffy and engorged dark pink, leaking heated slickness.

He inhaled.

Ducked forward.

Pressed his tongue into her and groaned, massaging his sore cock as he ate her out, tasting himself, tasting her, tasting them. Intoxicating, sweet, slipping into wet velvet, drunk on their union.

-

“What… W-What was that…?”

You listened to him describe it to you. And nodded.

“I see.”

“What?”

You rubbed your chin and asked him a question. “Do you ever wonder why the humans that become Dire sex slaves rarely stop such relations?”

His face contorted into embarrassment and confusion. “U-Uh, well, n-no, I’m not–”

“I’m kidding. That has nothing to do with anything,” you hummed, patting his chest with adoration. The look on his face though. “Humans have the concept of soulmates, don’t they?”

His pout turned into wide-eyed interest. “Uh, yeah…”

“Well, that doesn’t happen the nature.”

Jungkook glared at you.

You grinned. And then sighed, resting your chin on his pecs. “Do you wonder why the Alpha bloodline is so coveted?”

“Because you’re in charge?”

You hummed, your tail creating the tent with his blankets. “Well, of course. But we are not simply in charge by blood alone.” You placed your hands on his chest. Your rings and necklace were on his nightstand. “The Alpha position can be challenged by any wolf in the pack. However, we are difficult to defeat due to our blessing from the moon. This includes our amplified strength, heightened senses, increased rate of regeneration and healing… and the nature of our copulation.”

Those big eyes were blinking bewilderedly at you, not yet understanding.

A slow smirk touched your lips.

“The more you have sex with me, the stronger our connection becomes. You will feel the traces of divinity stirring within you to draw you towards orgasm.”

He sprang upward, startled.

“You mean it can feel even better?”

You laughed, sitting with your hands between your legs. “Yes, the sex will feel better and better as time goes on. The Alpha needs to bear children after all. So, to ensure this despite our low ovulation rate of twice a year, the moon encourages us to enjoy the mating process. Alphas in heat are extremely overbearing.”

Jungkook looked traumatized. “Y… You…?”

You licked your teeth in ravenous delight.

“I’m gonna die,” he declared, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

“I thought you would be happy to know that.”

He looked more stricken than pleased. “H-How can I keep up?! I’ve barely started not going full crazy every time you spit on me!”

You wiggled your tongue at him.

“S-Stop!”

His body involuntarily flinched at the sight of your tongue. You stayed between his open legs.

“I wouldn’t worry. I’m not sure about the specifics with humans, but I do know our marriage will mean that you too will receive the full blessing of the moon. Until then, the compulsion will strengthen you to your full potential each time we fuck. The moon wouldn’t want you to give up midway, you know.”

“H… How do you know that?”

You frowned. “Hm. I don’t.”

Jungkook almost fell off the bed.

“But I do know that is what my father told me. Alphas used to have a lot of children outside of their marriage, because the sex is quite literally addicting. It is similar to partaking hard drugs. Alphas only marry once, to the suitor most powerful that makes them yield, thus establishing their offspring as the true heirs blessed by the moon. The moon’s blessing ensures fertility between that connection. It does not, however, stop the Alpha from getting around.”

He hesitated and then blurted, “Your dad gets around?!”

You froze.

Then your ears lowered.

“No. I have never smelled another scent mingling with my father’s other than my mother,” you sighed sadly.

-

He could tell he struck a forbidden chord.

“I’m sorry.”

She smiled. Weakly. Then shook her head. “No. Don’t be.” She lifted her head, facing out the window. No. To the moon hanging above them, softly illuminating the world below. Her hand raised.

She tapped above her heart, twice, with her fingernail.

Turned to him. They shared silent expression of understanding. She took his right hand, and directed it to his heart. Nodded when he held his index finger out.

“Tap your heart twice and look to the moon,” she instructed softly.

He did so, feeling a faint, strained pull from within.

“What does it mean?”

She smiled again, and Jungkook could see the sadness. The yearning. A dream broken, a memory never forgotten, a love indescribable that transcended time and space and worlds.

“It is a Dire practice. How we to pay respects to the dead.” Her eyes shone. “She would have loved to meet you, my sun.”

She fell into his arms and he caught her, holding her for a long, long time.

-

You had never been in such a place before.

“Reservation for two? Right this way.”

It was a grand place. Different from the castle. A restaurant. The chandeliers above were massive, but each held small, dimly lit bulbs that resembled stars in a dark ceiling. Tables with starched white clothes and high-backed chairs. The clientele was dressed like you and Jungkook, in elegant dresses and pressed slacks paired with button down shirts. They stared at you and him above their wineglasses, trying and failing to be subtle. You held your head high, one of your hands on his elbow, sweeping past them in cobalt velvet and silver heels, your tail brushed out behind you, silken ears raised on alert.

You noticed the table beside yours had two sharply dressed men. The taller man wore a dark green suit, and the other in a navy suit. They sat across from each other, but both turned to glance at towards you as you approached.

You almost smiled, but tried your very best not to.

Park Jimin winked. You felt Jungkook stiffen next to you as Kim Taehyung raised his wine glass to you.

“Those punks…”

Still, he looked nervous in his silk black dress shirt. He hadn’t buttoned it all the way. The peek of his collarbones added a tasteful touch. His dark slacks were well-tailored, perfectly laying over the leather of his black dress shoes. Even the gold buckle of his belt matched the thin gold chain around his neck. As he pulled out your chair, you noticed his cuff links glimmer blue.

Sapphires to match your dress.

You swept your skirt by your thighs and sat down carefully, your tail brushing by his hand.

Smiled as you heard him suppress a squeak.

He sat down quickly as the waiter patiently introduced himself and set down the menus, bowing low in exit.

You curiously glanced about, noticing a few well-dressed Dire among the tables. In fact, you recognized some of them. High-ranking officials that worked in the human government. Your father had appointed them. They all had their full pointed ears, their soft tails groomed, and a couple had precious metal chains and dangling gems woven into their fur.

“I’ve never been somewhere like this.”

“Really?” Jungkook was gawking at his menu as if he had never seen paper before.

“This is my first time. I’m glad it is with you.”

It turned out the menu had an entire section dedicated to cuts of raw meat. There were no prices on the menu. Frightening.

“Do you want me to pay?” you asked, tilting your head.

Your mate seemed on the verge of passing out. “Ah… Actually, when I reserved a table, they asked for my credit card. So they can charge it when we leave, I guess…” Jungkook frowned slightly, his ears turning red as he glared at you. “I’m treating you. Although,” he muttered under his breath, I can’t do this all the time, clutching his menu so tightly his knuckles were white.

You assured him. “I’m really looking forward to it. You look very handsome, by the way.”

His face brightened. He straightened up, tucking a few strands of his blond bangs behind his ear. Half of it was tied back, leaving the shorter layers to soften his features. His shoulders relaxed a bit.

“I thought you went to these kinds of places all the time.”

You shook your head. “No. Father hates these sorts of places. Excessive pomp and circumstance.” You imitated his deep, gruff voice with a laugh. “We have a personal butcher bring cuts of meat about half the time. The other half, we hunt.”

-

The Alpha sneezed.

It was a loud, hostile sound that echoed throughout the stone castle.

He rubbed the end of his snout with the pad of his paw. Hmph. Someone must have been mocking him.

He growled and continued down the stairs, heading to the dining room for peaceful dinner.

-

“H-Hunt?”

“Ah… Wildlife.”

Before either of them could continue the conversation, the waiter was back. He asked if they were ready to order. Instead of looking towards him, the waiter poised towards his girlfriend first. Jungkook was a little surprised at how the waiter seemed to not react to the silvery black-tipped fur. Maybe he shouldn’t though. He had chosen this restaurant because it had a raw meat menu, after all.

She made eye contact, and Jungkook smiled, gesturing her to go first.

Their waiter was a gentle-looking man with salt-and-pepper hair, sparkling dark eyes, and slightly rounded cheeks. He listened carefully to her order with his hands tucked into one another, a napkin draped over his forearm.

“Excellent selection,” he praised, separating his hands. “I would like to invite you to try our house red wine, specialty crafted and bottled specifically for our dear customers to prefer the raw selection. Its deep, rich, fruity flavor will match perfectly.”

He nudged her foot under the table, trying to convince her to ball out. She did not look at him but tapped the tip of her high heel against the side of his shoe.

“That sounds lovely.”

“Wonderful.” The waiter bowed and faced him. “And what would you like this fine evening?”

“Ah, well…”

He somehow managed to mumble his way through the peppered wagyu beef option. Medium rare. The waiter was unperturbed by his obvious anxiousness. He asked if them both if they would like to share the bottle of wine, then, since the pairing would be excellent with both their choices.

“Oh, we can do that?”

For his part, the waiter did not react to Jungkook’s sputter.

His wolf girlfriend shot him an alarmed look before quickly composing herself and saying, “We would love to.”

The waiter bowed again, and repeated their orders to confirm. He took their menus and bowed out, swiftly disappearing to the bustle of the kitchen.

“He was very professional.”

“I… I made a fool of myself,” he groaned, wanting to hide under his hands. Instead, he clasped his cloth napkin for life support. “It’s so obvious I’m low class. I’m sorry.”

Her chuckle was warm. “Don’t apologize. You weren’t rude.” She reached over and pet his knuckles with her fingertips, her ears perked. “Remember, this is my first experience too.”

He could feel eyes on them. “Do you think… anybody here recognizes you?”

Without breaking eye contact, she said, “I think I’ve been identified, yes.” There was no warning in her voice. “But Taehyung and Jimin are here. And I am not embarrassed to be seen with you. They will need to get used to it.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but peek at their surroundings. “Would you call this a soft launch?”

Confusion brushed over her features. “Launch of what?”

He grinned. “Don’t worry about it.”

She scowled cutely. “No, tell me. Explain this terminology to me.”

He sometimes forgot she didn’t know these things. He explained, and the topics moved on to other phrases and sayings she had questions on. He remembered once again that she didn’t own a phone; it was hard to recall because she knew so much information about music, science, and even philosophy. She explained how she received the schooling that all Dires did, but also had additional classes with various occupations such as silversmithing, tailoring, butchering, and shadowing the Alpha when he interacted with the human government.

“How does it work? Are you supposed to step into the role as soon as possible?”

She shook her head. “No. When my father chooses to retire, I will defeat him in combat to assume the title of Alpha. I could challenge him before that, but,” she mused, smiling. “Over his dead body, as he would say.”

“Does everything end in fighting?”

“A lot of things do.” She caught his troubled expression. “I think you are mistaken by the nature of combat. For humans, fighting is generally negative, as it often devolves from conflict and hurt. But, for the Dire, combat is essential to life. How we defend our ideals, how we connect with our souls, how we become one with the earth and each other.” The waiter came by with two polished wine glasses, soon followed by a bucket of ice that sat on the edge of the table. “We do not fight to cause pain. Of course, we bruise. We bleed. Bones break occasionally, but not often. With each strike, we communicate. We understand. We bond.”

Their plates of food followed. His steak and roasted vegetables, plated with a crisscross pattern of delicate, buttery sauce, and her select raw meat sliced to thinly marbled red perfection. With a careful tilt of the wine bottle, the waiter filled her glass first, wiping the edge of the opening with his folded cloth napkin in one smooth motion. Jungkook noticed the label of the bottle was a wax seal of a family crest with a handwritten brush script in looping characters. He could barely read what it said, but it was clearly very expensive dark red wine.

His mate raised her head to thank the waiter as Jungkook prayed for his bank account not to end in the negatives after tonight. But, really, did it matter? He was surprised to realize that he didn’t mind too much, especially after seeing the sparkling expression in those gold-flecked eyes as she curiously viewed her plate. The waiter poured him a glass too before placing the bottle on ice, bowing as he implored them to enjoy their meal.

That was the best steak that he had ever consumed to date.

Jungkook did not know, at the time, that it would leave a bitter taste in his mouth.

He did not know, at the time, that he would never, ever visit this establishment again. In fact, both of them would come to unconsciously avoid this type of place, at least for a long time. Yet, in the moment, he felt a rising, pure joy in seeing her spear her meat and dine with him so freely. So lovely. So normal, just like any other couple on a fancy date enjoying each other’s company. He asked if she was enjoying her meal. She nodded, and took a sip of her wine before licking her lips, her brows knitting together before relaxing.

“I think you’re supposed to swirl it a little and sniff it,” Jungkook whispered, holding his own glass as if it was a bomb. “To let out the aromatics or something.” He did not know if he was right or not.

“I can smell it very clearly,” she whispered back, but rocked her wrist regardless. Even she seemed unsure. “Dires do drink alcohol, but I’m told it has a stronger effect on humans than us. Our muscle density and blood chemistry are different.”

“Oh.” He called the Dires slamming shot after shot in the bars of Hongdae. “That’s why they drink so much…” He took a sip and tired not to grimace. It was smooth but quite intense. Then again, it was made to pair with raw meat, so it must be crafted to suit the Dire tastebuds.

“It’s mild. I like it.”

“Y… Yeah…”

She saw right through him. “You don’t like it?”

He rubbed the back of his head. “I don’t think I expected the flavor to be so concentrated.” He took another, smaller sip this time.

“Are you pleased with your selections?”

Both of them started and tried their best not to look as startled as their initial reaction. Their waiter had mysteriously appeared right next to their table, smiling, a little mischievously perhaps. His salt-and-pepper hair gleamed under the starry chandeliers above.

“U-Uh, yeah. Yes.” Jungkook cleared his throat. “It’s delicious.”

“Agreed.” She tipped the wine glass towards the waiter. “The red is wonderful. Thank you for suggesting it.”

“My pleasure.”

The waiter bowed deeply, forearm over his vest to smooth it over his apron as he stood up.

“Please, savor your time with us.”

It was not until later that Jungkook pondered on the phrasing of those parting words.

They ate. They drank. They fell deeper and deeper in love, staring into each other’s eyes.

She still had a few slices of meat left on her plate when he began to notice the gold streaks bleeding into her irises.

-

You were so absorbed in your conversation with Jungkook that you failed to notice the distant, unfamiliar sensation piercing your heart until it suddenly became white-hot pain.

Your palm hit the table with a resounding blow.

"Jungkook."

His name shot out of your mouth like a bullet. The pain intensified, forcing you to double over. His eyes went wide at your terrified whisper. Your other hand covered one of your eyes as the stabbing agony scalded through your veins at warp speed. Fuck, it hurt. And… power. You gasped, knocking over your glass, the white tablecloth hemorrhaging red, and suddenly you knew what it was – every single fiber of your being seized against your will, overtaken by devastating, inhuman, feral rage.

Your visible eye shot to the waiter.

The wine.

He smiled.

It was vindicative and cold. 

You poisoned me!

The wolf inside you tore at your insides, ravaged by wrath, breaking every shackle of internal control with alarming ease. You had never felt broken from your inner soul before, but it was happening, it was happening right now, and you cried out. Helpless. The sound of grinding bone. Fur already shooting through your fingers. Jimin and Taehyung at the other table springing to their feet. The growl in your throat unmistakable now and the other patrons gasped in terror. But not Jungkook. 

Your sun looked scared for you. 

Unlike him, you were dreadfully, horribly afraid.

"Jungkook... don't look for me," you pleaded.

You threw yourself out of your seat as silver black-tipped fur bristled all up your arms. Your back. Your legs. The sound of velvet tearing. The despairing feeling of losing your mind to an unstoppable force. Snapping your teeth, half-wolf, half-woman, blinding pain shooting throughout your body at the forced transformation and you tried to fight it. Tried so hard that you tasted blood as a disconcerting screech was ripped from your lungs. Bones cracking. Startling everyone around you as you crawled on all fours, hearing Jungkook calling after you, almost muffled due to your ears flattening against your head, your lips peeling back, sharpened teeth bared. Your shoulder blades grinded against each other, too big for your human form. Wicked black claws slashed the carpet, creating large gashes and deep channels into the wood underneath. 

You let out a bloodcurdling howl of pain.

The restaurant erupted into screams.

Jungkook shouting your name. 

You bellowed at the top of your lungs. 

"DO NOT FOLLOW!"

You must run. 

You ran. 

-

"Always an animal."

Jungkook spun around and punched the waiter in the face, right before Jimin and Taehyung tackled him to the ground. 

"Catch the bottle!" Jimin yelled as the man tried to swing an arm at the ice bucket. 

He caught it mid-air, not knowing where to look, after you or at this sicko with a black eye who definitely did something to you. There was still some wine in there. Taehyung was on his phone, speaking rapidly, and Jimin unforgivingly slammed his knee into the lower back of the waiter, silencing his horrible laughter. The restaurant was an uncontrolled chaos of wailing patrons.

Another violent, heinous howl silenced them all. 

You. 

Jungkook could recognize your broken voice fading into the distance. 

Do not follow. 

"Do not follow," Jimin wheezed. "Please, Jungkook, I know you want to, but do not follow."

He set his jaw and fell to one knee, landing right on the waiter's writhing hand. The man squealed in pain as the sirens sounded outside. 

"Only humans use underhanded tactics," he spat, his voice so low that it seemed to have a cutting edge. The man in Jimin's grip froze, his eyes wide, finally realizing he had pissed off the wrong person.

Jungkook snapped his teeth. 

"Animals fight head on."

-

The Alpha could smell it. 

Rage.  

Fear. 

His daughter. 

He bolted from his seat, forgetting his dinner. The servants started, but he could smell it, it, the horrible scent from memory. It was coming. Coming right for him. 

He howled. 

Loud, resolute, commanding. The servants immediately ran, dashing away, howling with him. The growing sound carried from the echoing stone castle to the homes into the woods, penetrating into the darkness, rising to the sky. The message was loud and clear. Run. Lock the doors. Barricade them. Stay inside. You will die.

The Berserker approaches.

There was the sound of splintering wood and a heavy thud. On all fours, the Alpha shot through the halls, his silver robes tearing apart as he ran. In his lifetime, this had happened only once before. Only once. The heavy pendants of his chain necklace slammed against his broad chest. The large black wolf bounded into the throne room, snarling, seeing his eyes burning gold in the glass of the window.

A silver blur crashed through the glass. 

Teeth, claws, blood, launching right at him. His beautiful daughter nearly the same size as him, a silver wolf with black-tipped fur, but she was there no more. Even the pupils of her eyes had been swallowed by gold fury. Full beast, no human to control the reigns, breaking his heart.

She looked exactly like her mother on her final day. 

He did not hesitate, throwing himself to the side so she missed. She caught herself on all fours, jaws snapping, viciously growling with black lips peeled back. No remorse. Only attack. She flung again and he twisted, but she was faster, slashing through his fur and drawing blood, cutting almost to the bone. 

The Alpha screamed, but not in physical pain. 

She wretched her claws out, swiping at him. 

No. 

No. 

Not his daughter too.

He dodged, throwing a chair into her path. She smashed it into splinters, roaring, all her fur bristling, awful flat glowing gold coins for eyes. 

Then for a split second. 

The Alpha had excellent eyesight. He swore he saw the slightest sliver of pleading. He narrowed his gaze, baring his teeth too as she began to stalk around him, her tail straight up, her pointed ears rigid. Pure aggression once more. The two gigantic wolves circled each other, their claws clicking against stone.

"I swear on my life I will save you, my daughter," the Alpha declared. "You must fight it."

She growled and slammed into him. 

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part v

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masterpost

[mood-swings-for-days]

Thunderstorm Ι Ch. 4 Ι JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Werewolf!au

Word count: 7, 535

Warnings: Characters in a less than healthy state of mind, violence, slight body horror, an addicted to cigarettes Jungkook (don’t do drugs, kids!)

Summary: An accidental encounter triggers a series of events that shatter your monotonous life. A new relationship starts to develop, following the stages of a thunderstorm.

Note: Written under the influence of beautiful music

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Chapter 4: Downpour

      Dull light seeped into your room through the sheer curtains hanging on the window. Raindrops drummed against the glass in tune with the quiet music flowing from the radio. Gray clouds diffused the sunlight, painting the world in desaturated hues of its former colors. The forest just beyond your back yard oozed with thick white fog. You lay in bed awake for what seemed like hours, watching the night fade away.

      You heard a door creak, followed by quick footsteps against the hardwood floor of the hallway. A beat of silence and then the muffled sound of dishes rattling reached you. You listened to your roommate prepare herself a bowl of cereal and sit down to eat with the quiet voice of the weatherwoman to keep her company.

      “… ranging from 5° to 10°C during the day, however temperatures will drop below 0° in the evening and we might even be getting some snow for the first time this season.”

      You rolled over in bed, glancing at the clock on your night stand. Your head sank back down into the pillow. Porcelain clacked against stainless steel in the sink and water started flowing from the faucet. Once she was done, your roommate padded back down the hallway and went into her room.

      With a sigh you pushed the covers off of your body. Cold air immediately crawled over you, rising goosebumps in its wake. The hand that previously rested on your stomach started gliding up the length of your body, across the valley of your chest and came to a stop at the junction of your neck. Underneath your palm your jugular throbbed vigorously with the memory of your intimate dream in mind. The skin of your throat, although clear, tingled with the ghosts of a dozen love bites, left behind by the lips you very soul yearned to capture. You closed your eyes, reliving for the umpteenth time the way your fingers would run through his thick hair, blunt nails grazing his scalp ever so gently as lithe sighs tumbled from his mouth. His hands held onto your waist tightly, pressing you against a hard body that felt oh so hot to the touch. His satin skin felt heavenly gliding against your own.

      “Jungkook…” you whispered when his sharp canines grazed against a raw patch on the side of your neck. He only hummed in response and squeezed you harder. His tongue running the length of your collarbone was the only warning you got before he sank his teeth into the fleshy swell of your breast. Your hands tightening in his hair and the tiny whimper that reached his ears stopped him before he got too carried away. Your whole body was tingling. The pain from the shallow bite made the adrenaline spike in your system.

      You sighed again, covering your hot face with your hands. You almost felt embarrassed about how much you enjoyed that dream. It was so vivid you could still feel him if you concentrated. Turning your imagination off for now, you rolled out of bed.

      You listened to the monotone beeps of the barcode scanner as you tried not to focus on your wet socks. Your old sneakers had lost the battle with the weather once again, causing your feet to become soaked in the cold, invasive rainwater. The person in front of you had rolled up to the register with a heaping cart full of absolute garbage. As you scanned bottle after bottle of cheap alcohol and copious amounts of snacks you couldn’t help but think that this kid was preparing to throw the biggest party his teenage-self had ever attended. He’d walked up to you with a wide grin and a hand already offering his ID to prove that he’d just recently become a legal adult. Coming around to the last few items, you peeked up only to see him excitedly bouncing on the balls of his feet, staring intently at the goods you were tucking into the big paper bags to your right. His bill came up pretty steep, but he was more than happy to throw two hundred dollar bills on the counter, telling you to keep the change. You watched him wrestle the bags into his arms clumsily and run out the door after waving you goodbye. You dropped the $9,50 inside your tip jar as you started to wonder when was the last time you got that excited about something. You glanced at the clock on the wall and figured you still had a while before your shift ended. With a sigh you propped your hip against the register and reached into your back pocket for your phone. Yara’s number was the first one to show up in your history and after a few short rings she picked up.

      “Sup?”

      “Hey, I’m working. Can you talk for a bit?”

      “Uh-huh,” her voice sounded kind of muffled “gimme a sec, I got some brushes in my mouth.”

      “Yeah?” You giggled

      A rattle sounded on the other end “I’m doing my makeup. What’s up?”

      “Do you want to hang out later?” you cringed right after the words left your mouth “I don’t have much to do after my shift ends.”

      “Sorry hun, I already have plans with that one guy. I mean you’re welcome to tag along, but you might not enjoy it as much as I will.”

      You immediately knew what she was talking about. The guy in question was someone from one of Yara’s classes and she’d had an eye on him for a while. It was nice of her to invite you, but the thought of her not-so-subtle flirting in public made you want to hide.

      “Yeah, I’ll pass. You two have fun.”

      “Thanks!” you were just about to bid her goodbye when she chimed in “Why don’t you call Jungkook?”

      Your heart skipped a little. Why? Because you were afraid that he won’t pick up, again. You didn’t feel like going through the mortification of having to leave a stupid voice mail only for him to never call you back. Yara took your silence as hesitation and continued.

      “Y/n how long are you going to pretend that you don’t like the guy?”

      “I’m not. I do like him;” Your voice was small “I just want some feedback from him.”

      “I’m happy you admit it at least.” Yara’s tone softened “You know there’s nothing wrong in asking him, right?”

      “Yeah, but I’m afraid of rejection.”

      “That’s fair. Still, you’ll never know for sure unless you ask him.”

      You nodded your head, vaguely registering that Yara couldn’t really see you. The conversation had reached a point at which you didn’t want to respond and Yara knew it.

      “Okay, bye. I’ll see you at university.”

        “Bye, hun. Do you want me to call you tonight?”

      “No, it’s fine. Call me if something happens.”

      “Of course.” Yara knew to reach out to you in case of an emergency “I’ll see you later.”

      And with a click the line went silent. Outside thunder rumbled in the distance and the sound of raindrops against the windows of your shop softened.

      Just a couple of customers came in after that. The first one wandered around the aisles for a while, leaving wet footprints everywhere, and left once the rain started to subside. The second one entered shortly after the first, bought a chocolate bar and left without sparing you a single glance. You waited around for several more minutes before fetching the mop. In the midst of scrubbing the white tiles with admirable vigor your hand slipped on the handle and you fell face-first into the rack in front of you. Multiple packs of cigarettes, lighters and other accessories tumbled to the ground. Cursing under your breath, you watched the shelf wobble dangerously, but thankfully manage not to fall. The commotion caused the items that didn’t fall out to topple over instead. With a huff you shoved the mop back into the bucket and pushed it aside. You were going to be stuck rearranging merchandise for hours.

      Perched on a step ladder, you reached into the very back of the top shelf to try and get the last few boxes of cigarette filters. You’d managed to put almost everything back by the time your shift was over. Glancing over at the clock you figured that as per usual Yoongi would be arriving late. You hugged the stacked boxes to your chest and proceeded to place them back on the shelf in neat rows.

        The little bell above the door jingled.

        “Hello.” You greeted blindly

      By the sound of slow footsteps, headed for you, you assumed it was your coworker finally showing up. Placing the last item in its place you were just about to speak again as the footsteps came to a stop. The words died in your throat when you felt a pair of hands smooth up your thighs and curl around your hips. You flinched at the contact, turning to look at the person behind you. Turning around, you were surprised to see Jimin smiling up at you. Without a word he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you off of the step ladder.

      “Hey.” He mumbled, not letting go of your body. In fact, he tried to pull you closer, which you countered by pushing your hands against his chest.

      “Jimin, what are you doing here?”

      “Oh, I was in the mood for something sweet and just happened to stumble upon you.”

      Oh, he was in a mood all right, you could tell just by the look in his eyes. His naturally dominant nature was practically radiating off of him, nailing you in place. It was going to be difficult to get out of this situation, you could feel it.

      His fingers played with the hem of your shirt as his gaze dropped to the sliver of smooth skin, peeking out of the unbuttoned collar of your shirt. All of a sudden you felt terribly exposed in your normally conservative work uniform.

      You cleared your throat and made a move to create some distance between the two of you. With a final squeeze, his hands parted with your body.

      “So, how have you been?” You tried to ease the tension with small talk as you speedily walked up to the register. Jimin languidly followed suit. You could hear his footsteps approaching behind you while you pretended to scrub the glass counter with a small rag you managed to find inside your pocket. Unbeknownst to you, your back was left completely exposed and Jimin wasn’t about to pass up on that opportunity. A chill ran the length of your spine when you felt his arms close in on either side of you, hands coming to rest on the surface in front of you.

      “I’ve been good.” He whispered and you hated the way your body trembled at the feeling of his breath against the shell of your ear. “And you?”

      “M-me too.”

      All of your self-control betrayed you in the face of his close proximity. Your hands started shaking when you felt the faintest brush of his hips against your ass. All of your senses were overcome by his scent and the warmth, radiating off of him. You almost felt gross about the way your body immediately reacted to his advances, without giving you the chance to think about it. He dipped his head into the curve of your neck, hot breath gliding over your skin. You squeezed your eyes shut, swallowing with difficulty and trying your best to stay still to minimize contact. Jimin breathed a soft chuckle and your heart flipped. A dark, deep seated desire to give into him started to slither its way out of the cracks of your consciousness. You felt entranced, as if someone had taken over your mind for a long moment before the rational part of you jumped in. Giving into Jimin was the worst possible thing to do right now. You parted your lips, swallowing a big lungful of air to try and clear your head. Just as you were about to speak, the bell on the door jingled, piercing the atmosphere around you.

      You jumped as his arms quickly dropped from your sides. You turned just in time to see Yoongi walking in with his sights already set on Jimin.

      “What are you doing here?” your coworker jumped straight to the point

      Jimin grinned innocently “Nothing illegal, hyung.”

        Yoongi was staring Jimin down with a stern look on his face and you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something you didn’t know.

        “I’m, uh, I’ll go change.” You mumbled awkwardly and started to back away. Neither of them payed you any mind, frozen in a silent face-off.

      The staff room door clicked behind you as you leaned against it. You waited there for a few seconds, trying to hear if they started talking now that you were out of the picture. You quickly gave up, figuring that at best Yoongi would tell Jimin off and make him leave. You were half way through pulling your jeans over your ass when you heard your coworker throw in a few expletives, but when you paused to listen in, the conversation became indistinguishable once again. With a huff you shoved your uniform inside your bag.

      “Shall we head out?” Jimin offered once he saw you walk out of the door and you just nodded begrudgingly.

      “Yeah, Jimin you can go ahead, I need to have a word with y/n for a sec.”

      You were surprised that your coworker butted in and came to a stop once you reached the register. Jimin just shrugged and walked out without any objections. Yoongi waited until he was out of sight before he turned to you.

      “Look, I don’t know what the fuck you’ve gotten yourself into, but don’t mess around with Park Jimin.”

      Straight to the point, huh? You could feel your face heating up with the embracement of being caught red handed. Of course Yoongi had seen the little stunt Jimin pulled earlier. Hell, a lot of people probably saw, considering you were in plain sight of the huge windows. You could maybe play it off and blame Jimin for the whole situation, but the truth is you made no move to push him away. Knowing that it was partially your fault stung worse than the embarrassment of being caught. Yoongi’s sharp eyes held no sympathy for your unfavorable position.

      “I assure you, he’s not what you think he is.” He continued “Stay away from him.”

      You looked at him confusedly. For some reason the ambiguity with which he spoke made your hair stand on end.

      “Now, go out there and tell him to fuck off.”

      “But why didn’t you-” You tried to protest, but he cut you off sharply.

      “Because it’s not my place to intervene. He needs to hear it from you.”

      You stared back at him with a sour expression even though you knew he was right. He wasn’t going to budge and you needed to sort your own problems like an adult.

      “Come on now, get lost.”

      You sighed and headed out without saying goodbye. You could feel his eyes on you until you exited the store and rounded the corner. Once you were out of sight, you spotted Jimin leaning against the exposed brick wall of the neighboring building. He had his hands in his pocket as he stared off into the night sky. The last slivers of sunlight were becoming extinguished by dark and heavy rainclouds. The lamps lining the street started to flicker on. You eyed Jimin for a second before shoving your fists into your jacket pockets and walking up to him.

      “I love it when it rains.” He stated simply once you were within earshot. You watched his profile as he inhaled deeply. “Are you driving tonight?”

      “Yeah.” You lied

      He turned to look at you. The streetlight reflected off of his skin, making his features look sharp. You squeezed your fists tighter. The look in his eye was taunting, like he saw right through you.

      “Let me walk you to your car then.”

      It wasn’t a suggestion. Out of nervous habit, you bit down on your bottom lip.

      “No, thank you.”

      “Why not?” He retorted, taking a step toward you “It’s dark, something might snatch you up.”

      “I’ll be fine. It’s just around the corner.”

      Jimin’s gaze dragged slowly down your rigid frame. He smirked when his eyes landed on yours once again. This whole situation was all too entertaining to him. With a few long strides he closed the distance between you. Before you could step back, his hands came to rest just above your elbows. He cocked his head to the side and pouted when he saw you frown.

      “Y/n…” he mumbled in a raspy tone “We’re both adults, right?”

      You stared up at him wordlessly, breath hitching in your throat when you saw him lick his lips.

      “I really like you.”

      “Damn, you sound desperate.”

      You jumped away from Jimin immediately. You turned just in time to see Jungkook rounding the corner with a cigarette and a knowing smirk hanging on his lips. He walked up to Jimin and got right in his face, tucking you safely behind his back in the process.

      “Fuck off, Jimin.”

      As he spoke, he blew smoke in the elder’s face, making him flinch back and cough into his hand. Jimin glared at Jungkook, taking a few steps backward before turning on his heel and taking off down the street.

      You watched the whole thing go down with bated breath. You were expecting a much bigger commotion to ensue after Jungkook stepped in so aggressively, but Jimin surprised you when he simply ran off. You stared after him until his silhouette was no longer visible.

      Turning around to face you, Jungkook exhaled a deep sigh. The smoke from his by now almost burnt out cigarette swirled around you, making you sniffle. You watched intently as his expression softened once your eyes met. Without a word, his hand closed around your forearm and you fell into his chest. His arms squeezed around your shoulders and you couldn’t hold back from hugging him back. Jungkook rested his chin on the top of your head and breathed a sigh of relief. You blinked once, twice and it felt like an eternity before he finally spoke up.

      “Don’t do that. Please, stay away from him.” You felt his heart pound against your cheek as he spoke. His plea sounded soft and shaky. Not really knowing how to respond, you just squeezed his waist tighter. It felt so good to embrace him like that, you never wanted to let go. His warmth, his scent, his heartbeat, everything about him made you feel safe. Jungkook felt you nuzzle into him and it made him chuckle lightly. His hand smoothed over your hair soothingly before he pulled back to look at your face. You didn’t realize you were smiling until he grinned back at you and a soft blush bloomed along your cheekbones.

      “Let’s go, hmm?” he offered quietly

      “I’d like that.”

      His hand slipped down the length of your arm until your fingers intertwined. His skin was dry and cold, but the feeling of it made warmth blossom in your chest. Jungkook gently tugged you closer to his side as you strolled down the street. You happily watched the way your footsteps seemed to match his perfectly while he would occasionally steal sideways glances at your pretty face.

      “I kind of want to wander around for a bit. Is that okay with you or are you too cold?” Jungkook asked softly.

      You turned to properly look at him. His otherwise pale face was dusted pink at the tip of his nose and cupid bow. You didn’t know if it was the look in his rounded eyes, but you suddenly felt bold.

      “I’d like to spend some more time with you, too.”

      Jungkook immediately grinned at your confession, a light laugh rolling off of his reddened lips.

      “I’m relieved to hear that. Honestly, I’ve been missing you lately.”

      Your pulse quickened, but you didn’t allow it to choke out your next question “Where were you then?”

      You watched him carefully as the question seemed to catch him off guard. He smiled tightly and broke eye contact. A few deep breaths passed through his lungs before he was ready to speak.

      “I… You could say I’ve been dealing with myself.”

      He glanced back at you and you didn’t seem satisfied with his answer. You could tell that he was tiptoeing around the truth by the way he avoided prolonged eye contact. His hand unconsciously tightened around yours. You realized that it was making him uncomfortable, but the mystery that was Jeon Jungkook was plaguing you for far too long and you couldn’t let it go that easily. He chewed on his bottom lip as he tried to make up his mind. Your attention was suddenly diverted when you saw a pointed canine sink into the flesh of his lip. It wasn’t impractically long, just sharp enough to become noticeable. Although Jimin’s canines were more pronounced, Jungkook’s seemed eerily similar. You found yourself running your tongue along your upper row of teeth to see if it was more common than you thought, but yours were dull, flat almost. You stared at his mouth in poorly disguised bewilderment until you noticed him looking. His lips pressed tightly together as you slowly looked up to meet his eye.

      “What?” You blurted out dumbly and he just shook his head. The pace of his footsteps didn’t falter when he retrieved yet another cigarette from his back pocket. You watched the flame of his lighter cast a yellow light to his features for a brief second then flicker and die. He inhaled the fumes deep into his lungs. You were almost mesmerized by the way smoke poured from his lips and brushed past his cheekbones.

      “I needed to figure some shit out?” Jungkook’s next attempt at explaining came out sounding uncertain. He glanced back at you. “I had to decide how I feel.”

      The last line piqued your interest.

      “About what?”

      “About a lot of things.” He looked ahead as he took another drag from his cigarette “About…you, too.”

      His hand tightened around yours and you could almost feel it close around the heart hammering in your chest. You fell silent. You wanted to pry further and ask more questions, but the rapid pounding in your ears drowned out your words.

      Your legs were moving on their own as you tried to keep up with Jungkook who was sucking the life out of his cigarette faster than you thought a man was capable of. The store windows lining your peripheral soon faded as you crossed a couple of walkways and found yourself at the entrance of the town park. The place was nothing spectacular with long winding stone paths going across fields of withered grass and trees with nothing but bare branches to flaunt. You stared up at the intricate curves in the iron arc that was once part of the park gates. You followed Jungkook past it and down the main path obediently. Thin fog swirled around you while rotting wet leaved squelched underneath your old sneakers. You stared straight ahead as you tried to make up your mind. You wanted to continue this conversation so badly, you couldn’t let the opportunity slip, but you were suddenly tongue tied. By this point you were convinced that your feelings weren’t one sided and now was the chance to have Jungkook confirm it verbally, but you were afraid. Until now, you’ve only just come to terms with the feelings part, but you didn’t exactly know what that implied. Something told you that if Jungkook was willing to pursue a relationship, that would mean long term commitment, like really long term. You actually couldn’t picture yourself with anyone else beside you and you barely even knew the guy. Never in your twenty-something years on this Earth have you ever looked at a man and thought “I could grow old with him.”. Until you encountered Jungkook it seemed alien that a person you meet in your twenties could be the one you spend the rest of your life with. And the rest of your life was such a long time too, you didn’t think you could ever be prepared to make a decision like that. On the other hand, your chest clenched painfully at the thought of just letting him walk out of your life. Your hand squeezed his weakly.

      You watched the old lake come into view. As you approached its murky waters you had already made up your mind.

      You stopped abruptly when you reached the edge. Jungkook wasn’t expecting it and tugged on your arm once before also coming to a stop. Those tall old post lights lined the edge of the lake and you happened to be standing underneath one of them. You knew Jungkook was looking at you questioningly, but you needed a moment to compose yourself before facing him. You watched the wind ripple the surface of the water as you breathing steadied.

      “How…” you started quietly before turning to him “How do you feel about me?”

      Jungkook immediately recognized the look in your big glossy eyes and it made his heart skip a million times over. Electricity violently zapped the surface of his skin, spreading from the point where your fingers were still intertwined. Adrenaline pumped in his veins, making his breathing heavier. You looked pale, timid and vulnerable under the fluorescent lights. Jungkook felt like he was holding your fragile porcelain heart right in his bare hands as you had unknowingly given him permission to do with it whatever he saw fit. He swallowed once, twice, but not a single syllable rolled off his tongue, even though the answer to your question was quite simple to him. In his head he repeatedly chanted that he was taking way too long to respond. Oh, he would be one hell of an idiot if he chickened out now.

      The tiniest movement beside your face caught his attention briefly. A small white speck was floating down from the sky, crossing the lantern’s light only to melt on your shoulder. Another one followed shortly after, and another, until Jungkook realized it was snowing. Thousands of tiny snowflakes dusted over the both of you, some disappearing into the ground and others getting caught in the loose strands of your hair. Jungkook was positive that he had never seen a prettier sight than your worried face with a halo of melting snowflakes framing it.

      He yanked you into his frame by your hand. You flinched at the sudden disturbance, but your body moved toward him regardless. His hands rested gingerly at the top of your hips, smoothing over the wrinkled material of your jacket. He seemed hesitant, but the soft look in his eyes soothed your racing heart.

      “I have very strong feelings for you.” He finally muttered and it made him cringe at his wording “Shit, that sounded weird. What I want- … what I meant to say is that I like you very much.”

      You couldn’t stop the grin that overcame your features. He was too cute as he got flustered and stumbled over his words a little. Nevertheless, Jungkook’s expression mirrored yours.

      “Yeah, me too.” You whispered when he pressed his forehead to yours.

      “Can I kiss you? I want to do it properly this time.”

      Your whole body was warm with giddiness and it felt like your cheeks would crack with how wide your smile had gotten. You nodded lightly, afraid that words would ruin the atmosphere that had started to form. Jungkook looked at you for a moment longer before his eyelids dropped and he leaned in closer. His mouth brushed yours lightly at first, testing the waters before diving in deeper. His lips tasted of cigarette smoke, but nothing could describe the feeling of completion that filled your chest once they pressed against yours fully. Your fingers slipped up his shoulders and neck until you could bury them in the hair at the back of his head. He pulled you flush against his front, clasping his hands at your lower back. His lips moved slowly against yours, sighing every now and again when you tugged at his hair. Your whole body was tingling, waves upon waves of relief and happiness washed over your anxious heart as you could finally feel his hair underneath your fingertips, his skin against yours and his scent surrounding you. Cigarette smoke had never tasted so sweet, mixed in with something that was so distinctly Jeon Jungkook it made your soul flutter. He never tried to slip his tongue into your mouth, instead his kisses were chaste and gentle. It had been so long since you’d been kissed properly, but somehow your body seemed to naturally react to Jungkook’s touch. He held you close, his warmth seeping into your body and crawling up to your face, tinting your cheeks a shade of pink.

      His lips finally detached from yours, but he wasn’t ready to part with you before giving you a few more pecks. When he pulled away, your eyes finally cracked open, only to find him already smiling fondly down at you. By the time you separated, a significant amount of snow had piled up on top of his head and it made you giggle once you noticed. Jungkook quickly caught on to what you were laughing at and shook his messy hair abruptly, making the snow scatter around him and into your face. The cold snowflakes stinging your skin as they melted only made you laugh harder and Jungkook joined in with a soft chuckle of his own.

      “Man, you’re pretty when you laugh like that.” He mumbled more to himself, but you managed to catch it. You just stared into each other’s eyes with stupidly wide smiles, just feeling content and warm in the other’s embrace even as cold wind howled past your bodies.

      “Do you want to come watch a movie at my place? I’m not ready to let you go yet.” Jungkook asked suddenly and there was no hesitation in your mind when you agreed.

      Safely tucked under Jungkook’s arm and lost in sincere conversations, you walked the two miles over to his house, which you found out was only a few streets away from yours. Stepping over the threshold, you were immediately struck by the strong smell of timber and cigarette smoke. Jungkook slipped his boots off by the door and you followed suit. He helped you hang your damp coat up to dry and led you down the narrow hallway straight into his living room. His house was dark, walls painted in dull shades of beige and gray, hardwood floors a deep brown and old heavy wooden furniture filling out the space. The living room had a semi-modern disposition with only a countertop separating the kitchen from the main area. The place was also oddly cold, like it had been vacant for a while. Jungkook flicked a switch, flooding the room with pale yellow light that didn’t make it much easier to see what with how weak the lightbulb was. You stood awkwardly with your hands clasped together in your flimsy sweater and thin socks, enduring the cold and doing your best to disguise it. Jungkook seemed unbothered as he walked past you and into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water.

      “Well,” he started once he downed his glass “make yourself at home. I know it’s not much, but that’s what I have to offer.”

      You quickly shook your head because your own house was nothing spectacular either. You didn’t expect a university student like himself to be living in a mansion after all.

      “It’s fine, it’s just-” you hesitated when he looked up at you questioningly “I’m kinda cold?”

      Jungkook paused for a second, as if processing the information, you’d just presented him with and what it entailed. You just stared at him in silence, shifting from one foot to the other until it finally clicked for him.

      “Oh, I don’t have central heating.” He scratched the back of his head awkwardly “But, I can get you something to wear?”

      You nodded gratefully and he disappeared down the dark hallway to presumably fetch you something warm from his bedroom. While you waited, you wondered what his room might look like. He didn’t look like the type of guy that owns a lot of stuff, judging by the minimal personal belongings scattered about his living room. He returned with a black hoodie, one you recognized he’d been wearing around campus a lot. You quickly pulled it over your chilled body once it was within your grasp. The garment was brushed on the inside, warm and cozy as it fell down to the middle of your thighs. You rolled the sleeves a couple of times to uncover your hands and Jungkook chuckled.

      “You look tiny in my clothes.” He said jokingly

      “Don’t flatter yourself. This thing is oversized even on you.” You shot right back, feeling playful. Jungkook let out a breathy laugh as his hand came to smooth over the top of your head.

      “What kind of movie are you feeling tonight?”

      “You’re the host, surprise me.” Your snarky replies seemed to break up the awkward atmosphere and ease the both of you.

      “Horror is far too cheesy for me to even suggest it…” he tapped his chin, pretending to ponder over his options “I guess we just have to watch Iron man.”

      You snorted unattractively at his suggestion

      “Iron man? Are you 10?”

      “Hey, it’s not my fault it’s the best movie ever!” He put his hands up in defense and grinned “Besides, have you even seen it?”

      “You got me there.”

      “Don’t knock it till you try it.” He seemed genuinely excited to watch it with you and it was contagious.

      “I’ll go ahead and download it on my laptop then.” He turned to go but then paused and turned back to you “I- uh, I have a roommate... Do you mind watching the movie in my room instead of the living room? I don’t want to disturb him when he comes home later.”

      You nodded with a smile. “Is it a problem if I hang around here for a little longer?” you asked, gesturing toward the kitchen

      “No, not at all. Do you need anything?”

      “I was wondering if I could fix myself a cup of tea?”

      “Sure, kettle’s on the stove.” With that he walked back into his room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

      You wandered into the kitchen. The cold hardwood floor matched the rest of the house and you thought about how impractical it was if something were to spill on it. As promised, an old aluminum kettle was sitting on the gas stove. You lifted the lid and peered inside, only to find some stagnant water at the bottom of it. You made a face, but washed it out nonetheless. Now filled with fresh tap water, you placed the kettle back on the stove. You fiddled with the switch a little bit to try and adjust the flame, but it was either too strong or too weak, so you just settled with the stronger one and left it at that. You propped your butt on the counter and started looking around. The kitchen was fairly clean, but clearly old and worn out. The fridge to your right was starting to turn yellow and the cupboards above you, albeit nicely crafted wooden pieces, were probably extremely squeaky. You looked around the items, placed on the counter. Next to the knife block and underneath the rack of hanging utensils you found a wooden box with the word ‘TEA’ engraved on the lid. While you looked through the various flavors, you absentmindedly noted that Jungkook didn’t own a microwave. Plucking out a bag of mint tea, you turned to face the hallway to his bedroom. You’d poured enough water for two cups of tea in the kettle, but you didn’t know what kind he preferred, nor where he kept all his cups.

      “Jungkook?” you called out as you settled by the stove once again.

      You heard some muffled footsteps before he poked his head out from around the corner.

      “I don’t know where the cups are.”

      Jungkook walked into the kitchen fully and you noticed that he had changed into a black shirt and some sweatpants. He walked straight up to you and reached for the shelf right above your head. The smell of clean laundry hit you once his chest was in your face. Until now you never noticed how much the cigarette smoke covered up his natural scent. It was clean and sweet, girly almost, with the slightest hint of cologne, but it somehow suited him. Only after he’d placed the cup on the counter did he notice how close he had gotten to you. You blinked up at him as he seemed surprised for a second. Without a word, he swooped down and captured your lips. It was your turn to be surprised, but it didn’t take long for you to melt into him once his hands circled your waist. This time his kisses weren’t as gentle. He was bolder, pushing a little harder against you and even sliding his tongue along the seam of your lips. You timidly parted them for him and he immediately went to work. The taste of cigarette smoke was persistent on his tongue, but it did nothing to dampen the satisfaction you felt as it slipped into your mouth. Jungkook hoisted you onto the counter behind you and lodged himself between your parted thighs. He was getting really daring now, breathing harder and letting his hands wander down to the swell of your hips and ass to pull you flush against his torso. Adrenaline was spiking high in both of your systems and you started to feel excitement buzzing in the pit of your stomach. His lips separated from yours to move into the junction of your neck. He yanked the collar of his hoodie down to expose more of your skin as he heatedly kissed up your throat. You couldn’t stop the gasp that slipped past your lips at his ministrations on your sensitive flesh. His body reacted to the noise and you felt his hips push a little harder against yours. Your legs squeezed his waist as your hands tried to find purchase in his hair. You could feel the shiver running down his spine every time your nails scraped against his scalp. He was focusing on a spot that made you whimper quietly, sucking and licking the skin there to make you release more of the sounds he’d become so fond of.

      Before you could get too carried away however the kettle beside you started whistling loudly, startling the both of you. Jungkook quickly pulled away from you and reached over to turn off the stove. The sound persisted for a few more seconds before dulling down to a quiet wheeze. He rested his hands on top of your thighs that were still hanging loosely on either side of his waist. The two of you stayed silent for a while longer, just locking eyes until Jungkook started to crack up.

      “What?”

      “Sorry about that.” He managed in between breaths and you had no idea if he was apologizing about laughing, or the kettle, or what, but you just joined him in cackling. He helped you hop off the counter and held your hands until you both calmed down. While you were busy catching your breath, he picked up your abandoned tea bag and dropped it into the mug he’d retrieved for you earlier. He grabbed the kettle from the stove and carefully poured the boiling water into the cup.

      “How do you like it?”

      You didn’t know if it was the aftermath of your make out session or something else he had in mind, but you completely misunderstood his implication. Your face flushed. “Huh?”

      “What do you like in your tea?” Jungkook chuckled.

      “Oh, um, I drink it plain.” You fiddled with your fingers awkwardly “Do you want any?”

      “Nah, I don’t like tea.” When you turned to look at the box on the counter, he clarified “That stuff’s my roommates. He won’t mind.”

      Jungkook handed you the hot steaming mug and motioned toward the hallway. You followed him closely on the way to his bedroom. The corridor was also fairly bland with only dull beige paint and three old wooden doors decorating the walls. Jungkook pulled open the first one on the left and you could feel the unmistakable smell of cigarette smoke seeping out. His room was cold, dark and surprisingly empty. There was a double bed pushed in the corner of his bluish-gray walls, a small night stand under the window, an old desk and chair and a chest of drawers where you assumed he kept his belongings. The clothes he’d worn earlier were draped over his chair and the covers of his bed were disheveled, but apart from that there was nothing else to give the room some character. There were no pictures of family or friends, no posters or books, not even general everyday stuff a person might leave around his room. It honestly looked like he’d just moved in, which was unlikely. You stepped in and looked around even though there wasn’t much to see. Jungkook’s laptop was sitting on his desk, a chunky piece of electronic with all sorts of colorful blinking lights. You’d never seen one quite like this and to be honest it was the second most interesting thing in this house aside from its owner. Jungkook moved his chair at the foot of his bed and placed the laptop onto it, ready to stream the movie.

      “Hey, do you mind if I open the window?”

      “Is it the smoke?” Jungkook chimed up “Sorry about that too.”

      He walked over and pulled the blinds up. The window opened up with a creak to reveal the already snow-covered street. It wasn’t anything severe, but it had probably piled up about an inch high. In the patches of light, provided by the street lamps, you could see it was still snowing significantly, without showing any signs of stopping. Cold crisp air flooded the room, making you shiver gently and grip the hot mug between your palms tighter. A pair of built arms wrapped around your middle from behind. Jungkook’s warm chest pressed into you, compelling your body to relax into him.

      “I’m glad I get to spend this moment with you.” He rested his chin on your left shoulder and looked out the window too. “This is my favorite time of the year. I always get excited when it starts snowing for the first time.”

      “It’s lovely.” You confirmed fondly, feeling so domestic already. It felt like you’d known Jungkook for ages and this level of intimacy was only natural. His hands smoothed over your sides, enjoying the feeling of your curves underneath the material of his hoodie. He breathed in, inhaling your soft scent and basking in the satisfaction of finally having you in his arms. He never wanted to let go, and frankly, you didn’t either. His closeness alone was enough to wipe your mind of any worry. You pulled the mug up to your lips and sipped on the scolding beverage. Mint tea, a snowy night and Jeon Jungkook was easily becoming one of your favorite combinations. He pressed a quick kiss to the side of your neck and moved away from you to close the window.

      “You might catch a cold, get in bed.” He said.

      While he pulled the blinds closed once again, you placed your mug on his night stand, next to his ash tray and crawled under his pale gray covers. They were recently washed and smelled pleasantly, but it felt kind of weird to be laying in a different person’s bed. Jungkook owned a single pillow so you settled to occupy only half of it. When he turned to look at you, you tapped the empty spot beside you with a sheepish smile.

      “Damn, I’d kill to have you waiting for me in bed like that every night.” He grinned, making your heart skip. While he went to turn on the movie, you thought that you, in fact, would also love to have him in bed with you every night. As the opening credits started rolling, Jungkook scooted closed and wrapped his arms around you. Your own arm draped over his stomach as you settled into the blissful comfort of his warmth and affection.

      About forty minutes into the movie you couldn’t resist his steady heartbeat lulling you into the most peaceful and fulfilling slumber you’d had in months. The nearly full mug of mint tea started growing cold on the night stand, forgotten.

Note: It’s about damn time I posted... I’m still having trouble with my computer, but I somehow managed.

[x-jeonjungkook-x]

Never knew loving could hurt this good,

And it drives me wild.

'Cause when you look like that

I've never ever wanted to be so bad.

(@bts-kimtaehyung-v)

[x-jeonjungkook-x]

Jungkook was smiling to himself as him and the omega made their way back to his pack. Even though Tae was trailing behind to follow the alpha, Jungkook would looked back and noticed how Tae was reacting to the wild. It was like seeing a kid in a toy store. They continued their way till the reached the pack grounds. The others were all out and playing with the pups, or talking about how their alpha wasn’t around. Jungkook paused and looked back to Tae. “Wait a moment, I’ll introduce you.” He said as he took a few steps further into the area. “Everyone, we have a new pack member. This is Taehyung, our new omega. I saved him from the humans camp we scouted earlier.” One of the beta’s perked up. “What about the others?” Jungkook responded. “They were alphas too wild for our pack. Taehyung was the only one I deemed worthy of joining us. I will take him under my wing and show him the ropes, but I expect you all to treat him as one of us. Got it?” Then an accumulated Yes was heard from the rest of the members.

The New Pack (CLOSED)

The night the humans came, it was cold and raining. Night had fallen and the forest was unusually quiet. Taehyung was cuddled with his siblings in their pack’s cave, their faces smushed into the warmth of their mother. Armed with guns, they came,  the horrors of the world were now known to minds too young to understand it. Within moments, he and his siblings as well as other little ones were torn from safety by strangers on two legs and thrown into cages atop of pick up trucks, the scent of blood and howls of distress filled the crisp air.

Taehyung shifted in his cage, his usual spot in the right corner far from reach of any grabby hands, slim arms crossed over his chest, one leg stretched, the other bent at the knee with his head tilted towards the bars. If asked, he didn’t know much about that night, he remembered the rain, the scent of blood and the familiar scent of his mother disappearing the further the truck shuddered down the rocky pathway back towards the world of the humans. Most of the youngsters of his pack had been either sold off or killed in the fights. All of his siblings had died in captivity leaving him alone in a world of strangers. His handlers were unreasonably cruel and violent people who made money pitting his kind against each other. In a world where dog fighting was illegal, the dark minds of the underworld had other ideas on making dirty money.

Taehyung had been excused from death fights, bu only because he presented as an Omega. Rare for his gender, but high for producing Alpha’s due to it’s rarity. Since presenting, his handlers treated him with kindness, giving him the best foods, clothing and health care. He was expensively groomed and given the best cage away from the other wolves. His pampering drew jealously from the rest of the wolves and frustration especially from the Alpha’s around him. His current use was to provide entertainment to business clients through music and dance but as he became an adult, he was sure soon he would be used for something else. It was a matter time before the humans ran out of wolves to hunt and decided to breed their own. Sometimes he would be brought into the ring as his scent could rile the Alpha’s up to fight if they refused.

But for now, Taehyung resided lonely and unbothered, given suppression medication in his food daily after his first heat nearly killed him and the Alphas became unruly was his inviting scent filled the air, one even getting loose and killing a few guards. Currently he nothing to do inside this cage and he starting to feel like he was slowly going crazy. Curling onto his side within a huge nest full of blankets and pillows. His only mental release was entertaining those clients which couldn’t resist his beauty of tanned skin and soft blond hair that had a natural wave, slightly long and curled towards his face.

[bloomingmk-blog]

Теперь у нас так же есть Чонгук вервольф 👀 Концепт все так же не придуман, но я хочу в каком то роде сделать для них с Чимином фанфик в жанре hurt/comfort в котором Чонгук пытается помочь Чимину принять его суть альфы разрушителя 🤔 В общем да, скоро будет ещё и Чимин 💕 #jimin #jungkook #bts #werewolfau

[no-more-cream]

hello, admins! i just recently found you guys' blog and i've been reading your work all day. 😊 i noticed that you all haven't posted in a while. i know you have lives and i respect that. i just want to know if you guys still plan on continuing your works? i'm absolutely in love with the Jimin werewolf!au but it hasn't been updated in nearly a year! 😯 was it cancelled? have a happy day. 😘

hello, anon! i come bearing good news!

firstly, i wanted to apologize for such a LOOOOOONG hiatus as my life has been so crazy and messy (will explain in a later post). BUT the good news is that i’m almost finished writing a sequel to the werewolf!au jimin fics…

hint hint, expect some jk..

-Admin J

[adelaidebriar]

#jungkook #werewolfau #rfic

Tooth and Claw | Masterlist

Jungkook x Reader | One Shot/Drabble Collection | werewolf!au | 13k+ words

⇒ Sympathetic to the plight of the werewolves your kind have culled to near-extinction, life as a human informant has never been one of safety. However, when you catch the eye of an alpha, your situation only grows more perilous.

Tooth and Claw (Tumblr / AO3)

Moonsent (Tumblr / AO3)

Mark of the Beast

Gums and Paws

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

dire v, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: The battle.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, this chapter contains blood, violence, and mutilation, world-building, the Dire = wolf people, species discrimination / prejudice, extended hospital stay; no smut for obvious reasons; non-idol!AU - werewolfAU / soulmates; werewolf!reader x blond, human!Jungkook; switches between JK’s POV, your POV, and the Dire Alpha’s POV (your dad), ft bodyguard!Kim Mingyu (from Seventeen, yes, I chose him bc of his build and his friendship with real life JK)

inspired by YOASOBI - 怪物 (Kaibutsu)

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part iv

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The Dire Alpha did not hesitate.

Once again, his world was falling apart in front of his eyes, but he had to be a leader, a father, a husband before he could be himself. For his people. For his daughter lost in a blinding, berserk rage. His precious pup was now the spitting image of his beautiful wife. For his silver wolf, his mate, his promised one love that he could never get back because many, many years ago he was forced to crush his wife’s throat with his own hands.

He had never cried so much in his life as he did during that one act.

That night long ago, the Alpha’s mate had attended a dinner party with the human Prime Minister, his wife, and prominent members of the Parliament. He was still haunted by those memories. Her darling smile. The gentle kiss on their daughter’s forehead before she kissed him deeply, promising them both that she would be home soon. He hadn’t wanted to go. He wondered every day if that would have made things different or if that choice would have rendered his child parentless. He wondered every day if he should have forced his wife to stay home and entertain their pup with playfighting or racing through the woods while he sourly tried his best to face diplomacy. But she was the kind, wise one that wanted to make peace with the humans. He had not hated them then, merely found them to be boring, but after that night, he loathed their existence. Loathed them so much that he vowed to stay in his wolf form rather than mirror their appearance.

A human had poisoned his wife.

Forced her into a senseless, rage-blinded, uncontrollable wolf transformation. She had killed the wife and a few Parliament members. Severely injured everyone else, including the Prime Minister and several police officers. Civilians standing in her rampaging path stood no chance. The monster had torn through the city and then through the woods, murdering his own people too, and he had run, run on all fours after ordering his panicked pup to imprison herself in the castle, skidding to a stop as he saw the pools of dark red blood that soaked into the earth.

His beautiful wife, so far gone that he could not get her back.

He fought.

He bled.

He howled, and the monster did not relent, not until his claws pierced the windpipe and blood poured into a ravaged throat.

He could not forget her eyes, fading as she recognized him ending her life.

She loved him until the end.

He saw it and he wept as he did it.

The humans had called it the Berserker event. A trembling scientist had explained it to him afterwards. A human posing as a chef had crafted a synthetic poison that they marinated the raw meat in. His wife was the only Dire present. It was a crime between human culprits and a Dire victim, but the Alpha insisted to be the judge in this case. He used everything within his power have the perpetrators turned over to him. The humans had relented, rightfully fearful of his uncontained vengeance. Everyone knew what would happen. He had killed the human and all his backers, making sure to make each of them suffer with his own hands. The records and research were destroyed with the agreement of both sides, and he had demanded the terrified human government to ban all future studies towards such things, commanding them to devise a harsh, detailed law so that this would never happen again.

Never, he was promised.

The humans disliked his attitude. To this day, he was sure they still spoke ill of him behind closed doors. The Alpha detested them in return. He watched his daughter grow up without a mother. He watched her question the world and their place in it. He taught her as he believed his wife would want to teach her, but couldn’t, all because of a group of hateful, conniving humans. He watched her fall in love with a human and thought, maybe.

Maybe it was time to put aside his personal biases for all he had left.

And now his flesh tore as his own daughter bit into his shoulder, forcing him to plant his fist into her lower ribs. Her body snapped, jaw instantly letting go with a hiss, paws skidding across the stones on drawn claws. Blood soaked into his black fur. Red painted over her bared fangs. Pain stabbed throughout him. It was nothing compared to the hole in his heart.

The Alpha crouched, ready to defend once more.

The silver wolf roared, only seeing him as enemy, and launched int the air once more.

He had no time to deduce whether this was vengeance directed at him or specifically targeting his daughter. It did not matter. She charged. He parried, and the silver wolf slammed into the ground ungracefully, immediately springing back up to attack again. Her jaws snapped in the air. He swung his left leg back and used the momentum to slam the heel of his palm into her chin. It should have immediately disoriented a sane fighter, but instead her head snapped back, throwing her body backward into a snarling tumble, before digging her back paws into the stones and swiping at his lower right side.

He grimaced as he felt claws slice into muscle.

He twisted, freeing himself with a labored grimace, and pivoted, sinking his teeth into her right calf flying past him.

His child’s howl of pain was worse than any open wound.

He unlocked his jaw and shoved with all his might, tossing her body into the wall.

A sickening crack impaled the frightened night.

The Berserker rose, growling, hollow gold coins for eyes.

The Alpha had no time to speak, but he prayed to the moon that she could feel his conviction. They locked claws, gashing teeth, rolling into the steps of the throne room, making them both howl in pain. He fought. The monster fought back, twice as savage, but the Alpha knew he was not alone. She was in there, somewhere trapped in the raging abyss, and as long as he believed that, as a parent, he could not give up.

He knew his daughter was in there, desperately trying to cage the beast.

The blood on her fur was only hers and his.

He managed to drive his knee into her underbelly and the silver wolf doubled over, spitting red blood onto his black fur. Her arm shot out and claws tore into his upper arm to bloody ribbons. He struck her again, at the temple, and the monster yelped, collapsing onto stone.

Rising.

The big black wolf exhaled, tasing iron.

He barked and threw himself at the Berserker.

The gold coins of her eyes were dulling in the center. From pain or recognition, he didn’t know. He struck her again, and again, blooming red over that lovely silver fur tipped in black, the obvious fusion of his genes and her mother’s, and the Alpha felt tears sting his eyes.

I know you are in there, Daughter. You must fight. You must win.

A suspended second of hesitation in those gold eyes poisoned with rage.

I cannot lose you, too.

The Alpha gasped as he felt claws bury into his other upper arm.

The harrowing sound of tearing muscle.

He fell to one knee, wrenching himself free with a savage roar.

She had come directly to him. To him., not to rampaging throughout the city, not to the homes throughout the forest. Between the origin point of this Berserker and the stone castle of the Dire Alpha, there had been thousands of beating hearts available to bleed. Thousands of bodies that could have been ripped limb from limb, but were not, all because the Berserker had a single, unrelenting goal to battle him first.

No.

Not the Berserker.

His daughter.

He had to believe.

He drew back his fist and punched his daughter right in the collarbone, hearing a despairing snap, sending her flying once more, desperately howling as fiery pain shot through his arm and chest. The edges of his vision flashed with spots of black.

Silver fur matted dark with red blood began to rise once more. Every breath stung. He was quite sure a few of his ribs were broken. He was not certain if he was able to stand on both legs anymore. He was not even certain if he could raise either of his mutilated arms, yet he would fight with only his swinging head and snapping teeth if that was all that was left of him. A chunk of her right calf was limp on the floor by their battered bodies.

The Alpha raised his head and howled to the moon.

The silver wolf by the wall whimpered, cowering under the tyrant’s call.

Her name called by a panicked, breathless voice.

A human voice.

He smelled the boy through the thick stench of blood.

The monster snarled, snapping its teeth to the intruder. The pain was so intense that his body was beginning to feel numb. The Alpha hunched, coughing up blood. The human was behind him, standing in the mauled doorway of the throne room. The big black wolf did not know how the boy got here, and he did not care.

“She cannot hear you,” he grunted, every word burning his lungs. “Back off, or you will die.”

“S-Sir–”

Even in this state, he rejected the disrespect. “I am the Alpha,” he boomed, his thundering voice radiating off the walls, dragging his arms that felt heavier than lead, curling his claws into fists by his sides. “I am the leader of this Dire pack, I am her father, and you will address me with the title of our customs if you wish to keep your head.”

His broken body was in no place to enforce such threats, but he was too proud a wolf to back down.

For his part, the boy actually listened.

“U-Understood, Alpha.”

The black wolf turned his massive head with effort, baring the half of his teeth that he could.

He was a young man. Dark hair bleached blond now in wild, windswept tresses. Round, startled brown eyes stricken with worry. The black silk dress shirt he was wearing reeked of sweat. The Alpha could smell the exertion and strain of his muscles. He must have run miles. The front gate was normally locked, but perhaps a terrified servant had let him in. Or someone from his human security patrol.

The black spots at the edges of his vision were staying longer and longer. It didn’t matter. Time was running out.

“Please leave,” the Alpha wearily commanded.

The Berserker dragged its claws along the ground, slowly turning its body towards the human. It could no longer walk, but it could crawl with excoriating huffs of agony.

Her mate did not move.

“I hope you can understand that I can’t,” the human choked out, bright eyes glassy with tears.

Before the Alpha could muster the strength to shout, the monster spoke.

“… Fa… Father…”

The fur at of the nape of his neck raised. Chills stung along his aching spine.

Despite his best efforts, his heavy voice broke.

“Yes, Daughter?”

Each breath rattled like decaying leaves crumbling to dust.

“If… If I… no longer remain…”

The glaring gold eyes were dulling and brightening like flickering light bulbs. The monster flopped, convulsing as if electrocuted, one of the front paws swiping the air. It must have happened very quickly, but time became a cruel mistress with a boning knife and no anesthetic, imprinting the torn image into memory. The putrid stench of blood. The horrible sound of claws defiled by stone as his daughter continued to drag the broken body against its will.

“Re… main… t… true…”

Every cell in his body screamed in despair. Out of all things.

He truly was a disappointment as a father.

“If you do not remain true to yourself, you no longer serve your purpose,” he breathed out, ashamed.

The Berserker roared, hurling the broken body of his beloved daughter towards the human. The black wolf clenched his jaw and pressed his knee into the stone, so hard he sliced it open, throwing the entirety of his weight towards his head, aiming for the other blood-soaked wolf, and he toppled to the floor, his torn-up body refusing to obey to his command. He saw the flash of gold before he hit the ground in a wildfire of acute pain, right onto one of his shredded arms.

The sound of grinding bone.

Freely bleeding, gaping cuts on skin.

-

Jeon Jungkook raced forward, catching the battered, human body of his mate. She looked up at him, the gold in her eyes fading, morphing a dull, unfocused emptiness. Her face was torn up. Her body was torn flesh and darkening bruises. Her skin was rapidly losing color. Scarlet red blood soaked into his clothes.

“H… Hey… Jungkook…?”

He sank to the floor, vision blurring as tears blinded him. Her body was so, so heavy, but Jungkook held on desperately, unable to let go.

“I… I won…”

A hollow gasp shook against the stone.

He raised his head to see the bloodied body of a large, muscular, older man with pale skin and long, sweeping black hair drenched in red.  His pointed black ears were saturated in blood. His haggard face was etched with deep scars along with the fresh gashes. His once built arms were clumps of pulverized meat at best. His eyes still shone gold, but a true pearlescent tone, similar to the rays of the moonlight.

“Pup…”

Behind him, he heard sirens and the trampling of footsteps racing towards them.

The dying man sprawled onto the floor remained regal, making eye contact with Jungkook as he spoke.

“Take care of my daughter, will you?”

-

The nation held their breath, human and Dire combined.

-

Everything hurt.

Everything hurt so fucking bad.

Before your vision blurred once more, you spotted a clump of greasy ash blond hair by your left side.

-

Every day afterward was difficult.

He hated this form. It was demeaning. Despite that, he was well aware that it was much easier for medical staff to treat him in this form. He was still hulking and unnaturally heavy but still lighter than his wolf form. His weight did not become his problem until physical therapy began. Fuck. A member of his human security guard, Kim Mingyu, worked as his liaison between medical staff. His tall and heavily built frame made him one of the few humans that didn’t look comically small next to him. And, thankfully, he did not waste nor mince words. He was also usefully distractedly handsome, causing all of the nurses do a double take before gasping behind their hands at the towering form straining the hospital bed for all its worth. Mingyu was young, but authoritative enough. And, for some reason, the young man physically aided the nurses without being asked.

Very strange.

He didn’t dwell on it.

The blessing of the moon resulted in an accelerated recovery, but his arms had almost been shredded by the battle. He did not ask for more. Instead, he silently seethed under a blank mask of indifference. He once caught a nurse attempting to touch one of his pointed black ears. He shot her a look and she threw herself out of the room, muttering apologies. Physical therapy was not better. The male therapist was too transfixed by his black bushy tail. He thought about requesting another one, but at this point he resolved to simply regain his strength once more so he could get out of these sterile walls.

It was Mingyu who had bought the boy to the castle.

“I sincerely apologize. When I arrived on the scene, I was assigned to restrain him. He was very emotional. He broke free and attempted to carjack the vehicle I arrived in. I advised him to stay back. He threatened to break my window. It was a hasty decision on my part. I tried to make the best judgement I could, Alpha.”

His only response was an impassive grunt.

“I appreciate your generous understanding.”

He didn’t. However, he could not deny that the kid had guts. He could also not deny that their arrival was quite timely. A stroke of luck despite the circumstances. Mingyu had told him his name. The Alpha knew it now.

He just didn’t care.

He could not strangle him for laying hands on his daughter with the current state of his arms.

A task for a later time, then.

The Alpha had one request, and that was for his sleeping daughter to be placed in the room next to his.

When he was alone, he was no longer able to hide behind his misplaced anger.

When he was alone, he silently wept. Looking to the moon for guidance. Praying for her mother to forgive him for what he had done to their daughter. His silver wolf was not here, because of him. His daughter was fighting for her life in her sleep, because of him. He was a failure to the two he loved most. His body was in so much pain and it was nothing compared to the thought of knowing very well that he might come out of this alone. He worked to make his body stronger, and yet.

What was his worth as a leader if he failed as a husband and a father too?

-

In nightmares, you fought.

You fought your inner wolf. You fought until you bled, until the sound of broken bones, until your entwined souls howled in suffering, until memories were nothing but rivers and rivers of blood. Blood, and night. Endless darkness threatened to swallow you. You fought against that too, swimming against a reckless tide, chasing flashes of blinding fluorescent light. Sounds were muffled and distorted in this void. You swore you could hear something, but you didn’t know what they meant. Soft cries by your bedside. Words. A voice called your name, but every time you reached out to it, it slipped between your fingertips like disintegrating petals that disappeared into blackness.

Above you, a silver wolf hovered, scolding you that it was not yet your time.

An unnatural silence.

Screams of pain.

Someone was holding you, moving your limbs. Lifting your body. Fleeting whispers, hoping for no bed sores. The darkness swallowed you up again. You struggled through the sluggish murk without knowing why. It weighed down on you. A shaking breath pierced your lungs, but something foreign and plastic was shoved down your throat. You drowned again. This time, brutish claws gripped around your forearm and pulled you up.

A silver wolf.

No.

A silver wolf with black-tipped fur and a crescent moon-shaped pattern of white on its back.

The wolf stared at you, standing on a pool of black water.

You stared back, unsure what to say. Opened your mouth. Not a word came out.

The wolf lowered onto her hunches, preparing to strike.

Your purpose.

If you do not remain true to yourself, you no longer serve your purpose.

Your purpose. Not a demand pushed onto you by the elders. Not an accusation from the frightened. Not a direct order from the big black wolf. No. The big black wolf stood by you despite disapproving of your lofty ideals and silly dreams. You learned the world could not, no, should not be molded to your liking as you observed the humans.

Then, what was your purpose?

One percent.

To make this shared world a place worth living, one percent at a time.

You couldn’t change it all. Yet one percent seemed so attainable. If, somehow, you convince a few to work towards making this world one percent better, then maybe they could convince a few on their own. It was hopeless, perhaps. The silver wolf growled. Hopeless didn’t mean impossible. At least one person believed in you. Soft, ash blond hair. An encouraging smile with big white teeth. Dark brown eyes that crinkled every time he laughed, wrapping his strong arms around you.

You opened your eyes.

The bright fluorescent light stabbed your retinas.

You squinted, highly displeased.

Your vision slowly unblurred. An unknown intuition told you that you were mostly in one piece. You couldn’t quite feel it yet. Your limbs were that of a blown-over scarecrow. There was a blanket above your shivering body. And paper. Papers, plural. You squinted harder, trying to make sense of the characters. They were printed-out news articles. Many of them, scattered over you. And a clump of ash blond hair connected to hunched shoulders. A pallid, tattooed hand loosely over one of your rather thin ones. It must have been your hand, because it was clearly attached to your body, but your mind was having trouble connecting the dots. You tried to breathe and half-choked on a plastic tube jammed down your throat.

You wheezed.

Jeon Jungkook shot off the hospital bed.

You clearly read one of the headlines of the articles on the bed. It was dated years and years ago. A rising pins-and-needles sensation was beginning to ravage your half-awake body. You heard clattering and the faraway noise of nurses rushing into the room, rapidly speaking to each other, but all you could feel was a deep, deep sadness.

Your eyes raised.

You could not tap your heart twice, so you imagined the motion, remembering the arrowhead pendant your father wore around his neck, and looked to the moon, asking for its guidance, hoping she could forgive you for what you had done. You wanted to cry, but your tear ducts had not been in use for so long that nothing came out.

-

Thankfully, someone had the decency to let you know you had not killed your father.

-

Jeon Jungkook stood by a bowing hospital bed that was struggling to contain the hulking mass of a man still heavily bandaged with various tubes hanging out of him. Despite his appearance, the black-haired man was alert and breathing for himself. He had piercing, pearly gold eyes, big hands covered in scars, and an expression that could kill all lesser creatures.

At the moment, Jungkook was feeling like a lesser creature.

He had done nothing for endless days but go to work and then immediately come to the hospital to lay by her beside. Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung did their best to bring him food, changes in clothing, and even ask to change shifts so Jungkook could sleep in his own bed, but he refused. His previous security guard then became busy with police investigations. Time fused together. Hours to days to weeks to months, he stayed by her side. Brushing her soft silvery black-tipped fur every day. Helping the nurses lift her up. Learning to massage her muscles and move her limbs to avoid joint stiffness and bed sores. Living for any sign of her waking up.

His moon did wake up.

She did, and then was immediately dragged back into unresponsive slumber. It was a good sign, the doctors said. Her body was healing well too. She was no typical coma patient. Whatever was keeping her eyes closed was had nothing to do with biology. Jungkook didn’t know anything about the moon, prayers, or any god, but he wished on all of them to bring her back to him.

The Alpha had summoned him, specifically.

They stood in silence, with the Alpha in his human form facing him with a blank face and gold eyes gleaming with murder. Age had only made him more dangerous. He was naturally an intimidating man and did not try to mask it. The resemblance was uncanny despite his daughter taking after her mother in general appearance. The shape of their eyes was the same. Although the Alpha had jet-black fur and larger ears, they had the same curvature as hers. The shape and taper of their tails was similar as well.

“Pup.”

Jungkook straightened even more, trying not to squeak. Her father had a gruff, grating voice even in human form. Maybe it was the stress. Probably not. The Alpha was likely perpetually grumpy.

“I don’t like you.”

Jungkook didn’t know what to say to that so he just kept his mouth shut. Those predator eyes narrowed.

Then, the Alpha let out a heavy exhale.

“Take the folder on the visitor’s chair. Read it.”

Jungkook craned his head to his left to see a dark blue folder crammed with papers.

“I don’t have to like you for you to be a good man.”

He turned back and those pearly gold eyes seemed tired in that stern, lined face. There was surely something more animal than human radiating from him. And yet. The Dire Alpha raised his head and the action prompted Jungkook to do the same. He did not feel particularly strong, standing next to the heavily injured leader of the Dire, but the look the older man was giving him made him feel strong for some reason.

“In due time, you may find yourself in a position you feel unqualified for, pup. But even the most educated are all living life for the first time. Do not lose that person that she has believed in to this day.”

Feeling a tightness in his chest, Jungkook nodded.

He walked over to the folder and picked it up. He hadn’t said anything this entire time. There wasn’t much to say. But, before he left, he stood by the door and turned back. The Alpha had not hunched over. He remained upright, regal, tracking his movement.

“Will she wake up?” Jungkook asked quietly.

The leader became the father.

“She will.”

The tension in his shoulders subsided.

“I would get that hair of yours touched up so she has something nice to look at.”

Ouch.

“Y-Yes, Alpha.”

-

It had been a long time since you had seen your father in human form.

“Are you supposed to be standing?”

Your father looked even stranger in a hospital gown that didn’t quite fit. Someone had draped a silver robe over his big shoulders. The same person probably had brushed his long jet-black hair and tied it into a simple ponytail at the base of his neck. His tall, triangular ears were glossy black. Pearly gold eyes gazed down at you. He was attached to a metal pole with a hanging IV bag.

“No.”

A tall, large man stood in the shadow of the door. He had shorter, swept-back black hair, sharp dark eyes, and a tan complexion. He wore a white dress shirt, slim black tie, and black slacks. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up. You recognized his identification tag. RJ's Private Security Services. He must have been assigned to your father. He noticed you watching him, and bowed respectfully in return.

You glanced at your father.

He didn’t react.

The Alpha’s arms were heavily bandaged, all the way up to his shoulders. You looked back to the bodyguard.

He offered a small, knowing smile.

Your eyes went back to pearly gold ones. He offered nothing. You tried to suppress your own smile, and failed. Your father continued to act like the silent comprehension was not happening on his watch. You breathed in. It hurt. The Alpha noticed, internal pain darkening his expression.

“I’m sorry, Father.”

His gruff voice softened. “Do not apologize.”

You looked down at your bedridden, battered body. “I…” Your voice was raspy and thin from the prolonged use of an endotracheal tube. “I tried to fight it. If I was stronger…”

“You were poisoned. Poison is not generally something anywolf can fight off, pup.”

You remained silent, fighting back tears.

“The culprits were attempting to mimic the substance used on your mother. A drug to induce forced transformation among Dires. Their operation was to introduce Dires of low socioeconomic status to recreational hard drugs, capture them once dependent, and use them as their experimental subjects. We still do not know if the transformation is meant to be permanent or at will. We also do not know what they intended to do with such a drug, but all options seem unpleasant. The authorities have informed me that they estimate about seventy-percent of their operation has been shut down. They are working on the rest.”

Your brows furrowed together. “Low socioeconomic status… That is most of the Dires who have chosen to integrate with human society.”

There was a heavy pause.

“Yes, pup. It is.”

You felt a pang of regret. The realization sank in. “They targeted me on purpose. Because…”

“You would pose as a formidable threat,” your father agreed. “Your status among the people is also key. The result would be political chaos. Riots, protests, an uproar among humans to exile the Dire. It is not lost on me that this fringe group seems to want a repeat of the situation with your mother. At that time, we were spared by chance due to there being victims on both sides.”

Neither of you could bear to look at the other.

It hurt too much.

“And… And my lack of hesitation for executing the threat.”

You gripped the flimsy hospital blanket. This was all your fault. If only you had stayed away from the humans. If only you hadn’t tried to help them during full moon nights. If only you kept it in your damn pants.

“They would not have had access to me if I had stayed in the castle. If I–”

“Do not apologize for living your life, Daughter,” the Alpha sternly reprimanded. “Do not let strangers turn you bitter to your true self.”

“You almost died!”

You tried to shout back but your voice couldn’t withstand the outburst. It cracked with emotion, and for a brief moment you were simply a wounded puppy arguing with the impenetrable authority of your wolf father. And then the lines on his face, aging and scars, silenced you.

The Alpha looked tired.

He spent his entire life displaying his strength. Deep inside, you believed that he would live forever. He lived up to the illusion that he would, until he couldn’t. You stared into those pearl gold eyes, and knew. He had never said it. You had always known that he had silently placed all the blame on himself. But he also made sure that you would never feel the pain of losing another parent. He did everything, even now, to preserve that belief. The Alpha knew he would die one day. But he did not remind you.

He couldn’t bear to do so.

Silence.

Then, your father continued in a gentler tone. “Your appearance changed their original plan, it seems. There were many references to a much larger operation in the works. Multiple Berserkers attacking multiple cities. But the drug had not be perfected yet. A few of the members had decided on their own to expedite the prototype while your guard was still down. They hastily took their first opportunity. I believe they were aiming for many causalities,” he added. The corner of his lips raised lightly. “They did not expect you to come home.”

You slumped back into the raised hospital bed. “I don’t know why I did, honestly.”

“Your unconscious choice saved us all.”

You frowned and couldn’t help but quip back, “I don’t feel very saved, Father.”

He smiled.

You could not describe the amount of safety you felt upon seeing your father’s smile in human form.

He leaned down with a lot of effort and place his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

“My daughter,” he murmured, his deep voice straining. “Please do not forgot that who you have chosen to become has saved many lives, both human and Dire.”

You closed your eyes, too, trying your best to hold the tears in.

“I am proud of you,” your father said. “So very proud.”

The Dire Alpha was a big man. A towering wolf. A leader to everyone’s eyes. In this moment, he was a father comforting his child in the Dire way, forehead to forehead, calling to the heart as the moon watched from high above. You wanted to hug him, but it was impossible at the moment. Your father would likely not appreciate it at all. He also couldn’t stop you either. You would do so eventually.

At the moment, though.

He grimaced. Suddenly, you felt another presence. The guard had stepped up to the bed and gently straightened your father, hoisting him up with more ease than most. His ID swayed as he bent over, and you caught the name. The Alpha shot him a displeased look. The man didn’t flinch or shake his head.

You said it for your father. “Thank you, Kim Mingyu.”

The young man looked startled despite his intimidating frame. He bowed again in apology. “Just doing my job.”

“Against my father’s will, I’m sure.”

Mingyu was trying not to laugh. “I am doing my best to make sure the Alpha is well taken care of.”

Said big bad leader was curling his lip in mute distaste. You couldn’t resist to annoy a little bit more. “Please do. This is the most groomed I’ve seen my father in years. You must tell me what products you’re using on his skin.”

“Ah, it’s a brand called L'Occitane–”

The Alpha growled.

Both you and Mingyu shut up immediately.

You could feel the violent irritation radiating off your father.

“I will escort him back to his room,” Mingyu hurriedly coughed.

“I’ll try to visit you soon when I can, Father.”

He barked back, “Don’t.” You weren’t going to listen, of course.

-

“Uh, hi.”

The taller man in a dark blue sweater and mid-wash jeans nodded to him. “Good evening.”

Jungkook frowned and patiently waited for the stranger to finish his selection. An unsweetened green tea and a Coke Zero. Weird combination. The other man bent over to pick up the drinks from the vending machine. He had broad, built shoulders that were obvious even through the sweater.

“Er.” Jungkook cleared his throat. “This might be a weird question but I, uh, been seeing you around here lately.”

The stranger in the blue sweater straightened and looked down at him.

It was late at night. The two men were standing in the snack area next to the currently closed hospital cafeteria. There were a few staff walking past them, but most visitors had largely gone home. And a hospital wasn’t exactly, um, socialization central. The taller one tilted his head.

“Are you hitting on me?”

Disgust immediately overtook Jungkook’s expression. “Ew. No. I’m not.”

The tall man blinked in puppy-like confusion. He had black hair mostly swept back, matching dark eyes, and sun-kissed skin. He stuck out like a sore thumb due to his height and striking muscular frame that bordered on bodybuilder. Unlikely to be fashion muscles, though.

“I’m only asking because I’ve seen you in a suit during the day,” Jungkook muttered, walking past to puzzled man in a fluster, punching for a simple hot coffee. He tapped his card against the reader. “But sometimes you come at night dressed in normal clothes.”

“I’m off the clock.”

The machine made a strange hiccupping noise. Jungkook looked down at the opening. Nothing. His eyebrow twitched in annoyance. Seriously? He pressed the hot coffee button again with twice as much anger. The vending machine crossly beeped back, demanding him to scan his card again. Then the machine lurched and there was a loud clanging.

A can of hot coffee tumbled down into receiving area.

Jungkook’s eyes shifted.

The stranger backed up from the side of the vending machine with a shrug. “Happens sometimes.”

“T… Thanks.” I guess.

“I’m surprised you’ve only now noticed.”

He cracked open the can of coffee and began to chug it down. Fuck, he needed that. “Huh?”

The big man tucked the canned tea into his elbow, holding the Coke Zero in in his left hand. He pointed to Jungkook with his right. Okay, that was slightly rude. “You’re the Alpha daughter’s boyfriend.”

Apparently, word had gotten around. A sting of irritation prickled through him. “She didn’t do anything wrong. She was poisoned. I was there. Do you want proof?”

The stranger scratched his head with a half-pout. “Hm? I know.” He had a deep voice but there was a hint of childishness to it. Maybe he was younger than he looked. “I was the one who prepared the reports and news articles for you to read.”

Now Jungkook was the one who was confused. “Wha?”

The large hand extended out to him. “My name is Kim Mingyu. I’ve been assigned to protect the Alpha during his stay here.”

He stared at the other guy. This suddenly became awkward. “Jeon… Jeon Jungkook.” He hesitantly reached out. It was a firm handshake. He straightened up a bit so as to not appear as tired as he felt. The Mingyu guy looked like he was full of energy. Then it clicked. Oh. Wasn’t this the guy I was yelling at that night? Jungkook winced. Mingyu smiled faintly as he caught on. Shit. “Um… I think I threatened you… some time ago.”

“You did.” The Coke Zero was clicked open with a single finger flick. “You were beside yourself at the time. No hard feelings.”

Jungkook puffed out a cheek. “I should be the one saying that.”

His gulps were rather impressive. The soda can lowered. The other man let out a relieved sigh.

“If you’re off the clock, then why are you here?”

Those dark eyes raised. There was a reluctant pause. And then Mingyu said, “Typically family stay bedside to offer extra luxuries and a sense of normalcy. His only living family is in the hospital right now. He ordered his servants to stay home. The Alpha does not like to feel crowded.”

He calmly explained but Jungkook felt as if Mingyu stabbed him.

He hung his head. Well, he was certainly making some type of impression to his future father-in-law, although it was doubtful that his presence would offer any type of comfort. Still, some random guy was doing more for the Alpha than he was. Even Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung were handling the investigation behind the scenes. His lips parted, trying to think of a way to defend himself, but nothing came out. He felt a tap on his shoulder. The contact prompted Jungkook to raise his gaze.

“I see you’ve finally gone to the hair salon,” Mingyu chuckled lightheartedly. “You no longer look like an abandoned trumpet.”

Jungkook squinted, unsure if it was an insult or a compliment. He decided to change the subject instead. “Does the Alpha consider you a friend?”

“I doubt it.” A bit of roguish amusement danced over Mingyu’s strong features. “He’s pretty grumpy most of the time. But it’s hard for me to do nothing when I know I am capable.” He chuckled. “I don’t know. I guess he hasn’t really done anything too terribly good for us humans, yet…” There was a faraway look in his dark eyes. The silence dragged for a little before he continued. “He is someone’s father. And one day, if I’m lucky, maybe I’ll be a dad too, so I hope that when the day comes that if I too need help, someone who barely knows me tries their best to help me, you know? Plus, I’m one of the few people that can lift him by myself, heh.”

Jungkook clutched his can of hot coffee and felt slightly ashamed.

“Yeah…”

They stood in the hall, leisurely sipping their drinks.

“Um.”

Mingyu turned his head to glance at him.

“What’s your workout routine?” Jungkook asked. “I’ve been trying to get stronger.”

-

You made a sour face and mumbled, “Walking sucks.”

Jungkook’s arm steadied your waist. “The nurses said it might be painful for a while.”  

He was warm. You willed your limbs to move. They responded sluggishly. You felt like a newborn pup who had just discovered walking. Your right leg especially had a limp. At least your chest hurt less. Sweat broke out over your shoulders as you shuffled in the hospital courtyard, leaning against Jungkook. He was solid and patient, gently encouraging you one step at a time. Moonlight streamed down. There was no one out at this hour when you felt the strongest.

“Don’t you have work tomorrow?”

“I slept a little before I came over.”

You tugged them to a nearby bench. Sitting down felt too good. Ugh. “You don’t need to visit every day,” you chided.

“Yes, I do,” he argued back, not accepting your suggestion.

The worst part was that you didn’t have the energy to fight him. You wished to feel better sooner rather than later. A sigh rattled through your ribs as you stared up to the waning beacon of the night sky. You knew he knew now.

“It might be better if you returned to your simple life, Jungkook.”

He rubbed your shoulder. “You know I can’t do that.”

You had to try and talk some sense into him. “Maybe find yourself a girlfriend who isn’t in danger of being poisoned by crazy people.”

“Or maybe crazy people should stop trying to poison my girlfriend,” he grumbled. “I think the investigation is going well, at least. Taehyung tries to update me when he can, even if I don’t really understand.”

You felt his fingertips brush your ear. You sighed, defeated. It was an impossible task, anyway. “I told you not to follow me. That was very stupid of you.”

He smoothed your fur. “In my defense, I wasn’t trying to follow you. I just thought… I thought your dad would know what to do. Or maybe… Maybe I wanted him to know right away.” Jungkook sighed and buried his face in your hair. “I was selfish. I was scared. He’s the strongest Dire wolf, isn’t he? I could wait for the police, but what could they do in a situation like that…? I had to take the chance.”

You gazed at the moon as Jungkook held you for your comfort and his.

“I ran to him too,” you whispered softly. “All of me ran to Father, praying he could save me.”

You closed your eyes.

Your body was healing and yet guilt hurt more than any physical pain.

“I almost killed him.”

Droplets squeezed from your lashes, sliding down your face. They felt cold and horrible and necessary.

“And I realized I had felt only… Only a fraction of what he did when he was forced to kill Mother.”

Your entire body shuddered. Jungkook’s arms wrapped around you, not too tightly, but tight enough, and you felt wetness by your neck, soaking into the collar of your hospital gown. Your head bowed against his as the quiet sobs ebbed and flowed. You missed Mother even though she was only a distant memory now. You wished she could have watched you grow up. You wished you could have watched her grow old. You wished you could have introduced Jungkook to her and maybe gotten her on your side before chancing the meeting with your big bad wolf of a father. You almost laughed at the absurdity of the what-if, but you were too overcome with sniffles to do so.

“I... I w-wouldn’t know what t-to do… If I lost you…”

He shuddered against your ear and kissed the side of your head fiercely.

“My moon…”

You, too, wouldn’t know how to shine without your sun.

You cried in Jungkook’s warm embrace.

-

The Alpha was fascinated by the weighted hand grip strengthener Kim Mingyu provided him. He was slowly but surely returning to gradual use of his arms again. The daily physical therapy focused on regaining his mobility and flexibility. His hands, of course, had suffered. Broken bones, torn muscle, and atrophy from lack of use. His grip was not as it was, which was difficult for him to admit. The young man had noticed. The Alpha was not going to take it, as he did not enjoy charity, but it was too intriguing to resist the little object.

And so, the old wolf man sat on the hospital bed, distracted by the small exercise tool as the human named Mingyu brushed his tail.

Most assumed the Dire Alpha had an entire crew for personal grooming, but he did not. He found such processes patronizing. He was not a domesticated dog. He cleaned himself and did a fine job of it. When this freedom was taken from him, he did not want to cooperate with the hospital staff, and only did so when he realized it was impossible to bathe himself on his own. The nurses were efficient, sterile, and quick. But it was Mingyu that came by after his daily shift with additional products. At first, the Alpha was very annoyed by this, until the young man asked, somewhat hesitatingly, if he would like his long black hair properly washed.

The Alpha was taken aback by this.

“Do as you like.”

The old wolf had to admit he found it to be – mildly – enjoyable.

Not that enjoyable.

Mildly.

Hiring a personal bodyguard was not necessary as the hospital had its own security. However, it was better to be safe than sorry. And, again, the Alpha despised multiple staff crowding around him simply to maneuver his body. He would rather have one very strong, well-trained aide. Such a person would only be needed during the day, as that was when the majority of medical tasks would be performed. Dires were also generally more alert at night due to the moon’s influence. Night security patrolling the halls of the hospital was safe enough. Therefore, it was unnecessary and unpaid for Kim Mingyu to be here.

He just was.

The Alpha did not have the energy to chase him away, anyway.

He switched to his left hand with a pained grunt and continued his reps as Mingyu stood up and removed the excess loose fur from the brush. They did not have deep conversations. In fact, they rarely spoke to each other at all. From the corner of his eye, he saw Mingyu replace the pillowcase on the specialty pillow he had bought him a few weeks ago. Hospitals were not exactly hotels.

What a strange young man.

Mingyu held out the green tea he had purchased earlier, a white straw sticking out of the can opening.

The two males did not look at each other as the Alpha drank half of it in one go.

It was not accurate to ask if the human was looking down on him. None of these simple tasks held the air of one holier than thou. Nor did this feel like pity. There wasn’t any unpleasant invasion of his personal space or privacy either.

It felt like having a son.

Some Dire, like humans, very much cared about having male offspring. There was a time the Alpha was like that too, but after the loss of his wife, he completely abandoned such thoughts. In fact, he discovered an immeasurable pride in training his daughter to be the best fighter in the pack other than himself. And so, he did not care much for a son nor think about it, until this awkward untold relationship had begun to develop between him and this random security guard.

The Alpha did not think he was a very lucky dog.

Maybe karma was overdue.

“You should go home and get some sleep.”

Mingyu was folding the blanket he had brought last week and exchanging it for the same one of a different color. Extra large to accommodate his bigger frame. “If I wanted to get some actual sleep, I would be more successful here than at home.” He seemed both amused and annoyed. “My roommate plays video games at night. He’s an online streamer.”

The wolf leader could only guess what that meant.

“It’s better for him to broadcast at night since most people work during the day.”

Well. That was logical, at least. He rested the gripping device by his knee. Mingyu wordlessly offered to place it on the table by the bed for easy access. The Alpha handed it to him without objection. The human massaged his hands. It was odd but not despicable. The increased blood flow helped his tired muscles relax after using them.

“What do you get out of this?”

Most times, the Alpha would add human after such questions. It was a subtle sign of his eternal loathing of humanity. By no means did this interaction with one change his general distaste for them. He still mostly hated them.

He simply hated this one a little less.

Mingyu worked up to the wrists. They didn’t make eye contact. He spoke frankly.

“If I can do it and it’s the right thing to do, I will.”

They let the conversation die. The massage pivoted to key joints that released tension. Afterward, Mingyu produced an electronic reader and prepared the stand on the overhanging surface of the hospital bed so it was mostly hands-free. The Alpha had learned much about scientific advances, as he believed it was important to understand how the human world was changing. However, technology was not a daily part of castle life. Moreover, he was not a wolf with the patience to sit and read a book. Mingyu explained how to use it.

“When my dad was recovering from a back injury, he liked this better than watching television. I asked him for a few recommendations, but I think he went on a bit of a download splurge. Hopefully something in here interests you.”

A fascinating device. The Alpha did not hear Mingyu leave for the night.

-

Day by day, Jungkook witnessed her resilience and fell in love with her a little more.

If he was honest, it was a confliction of emotions. As he watched her recover, he felt the strain of his own mortality a little more. Being human seemed like an imprisonment compared to the strength of the Dire. She was now walking with barely a limp, unaided, the effort only obvious by the bite of her lower lip, and Jungkook was acutely aware that he would have never survived what she did. Yet there was this sense of overwhelming pride that overcame those unwelcome feelings. He held onto it, hoping that it was how he truly felt.

When his moon stumbled, Jungkook always steadied her.

He would feel her breath against his cheek.

And when she looked at him, he forgot all of his insecurities.

She scolded him lightly yet again. “You should go home and get some sleep.”

“I can’t sleep without you in bed with me.”

“Don’t lie.”

He would stubbornly tuck himself in the blanket and glare from the armchair until she laughed, admitting defeat. One of those nights, she admitted the heavy truth.

“I thought about letting the darkness take me.”

“What…?”

Her silvery ears tipped down guiltily. “I don’t know… I don’t know how I will live up to a legacy far beyond me,” she sighed, holding onto the blanket tightly. Her eyes cast down. “But I couldn’t do it. Not after…” When she finally looked back to him, he swore the gold flecks in her eyes sparkled. “How could I give up when you didn’t give up on me? Even after I told you not to.”

“How could I give up?”

Before Jungkook knew it, he was out of the chair and cupping her hands. His eyes stung. He did not want to cry.

“I’m so weak.”

She petted his palms soothingly. “You’re not–”

“I am.” He hung his head, wrapping his fingers around hers. “Don’t lie. I couldn’t survive what you did.”

Frustration laced into her expression. “It’s not the same. You cannot compare us like that.”

“The only reason I didn’t die from that poison is because it wasn’t made for my species,” he cut in, staring into those gold-flecked eyes that knew much better than he did. “And, despite all that pain and the literal attempt to hijack your sanity, you still managed to go to the one place where you had a chance. You didn’t hurt a single person along the way. You managed to fight it off.” He shook her hands a little, quickly stopping as she winced. “I’m just a guy. Just a guy who really, really loves you. You’re right. It is not the same, you’re right.” Despite his best efforts, Jungkook was getting choked up. “I know it wasn’t only me that made you fight so hard.”

He pulled a hand out to place it over his racing heartbeat. And then he turned his wrist to place it over hers. Her eyes widened as he spoke.

“You are fighting for our future. Humans and Dires,” Jungkook breathed out.

He believed it too, with his entire being.

“Your purpose will lead you to become a legend.”

She blinked at him. “Did you hit your head?”

Jungkook drew back, confused. “What?”

But then her hand raised. Slowly. Cradled his cheek, drawing him back down.

“I don’t want to do any of it without you.”

He let out a sheepish chuckle. “I think I’ll be too busy spending the rest of my life paying off this hospital bill…”

She tilted her head. “What are you talking about? The Alpha is the primary shareholder of this hospital.”

He was mid-laugh when her words hit him. “Wait, what?”

Her hand lowered from his face to touch her cheek. “Uh, isn’t it obvious? When the Dire began living among humans, our people were unable to find adequate healthcare out here.” She was speaking as if the city was the boonies. “They would have to return to the forest, which is not acceptable if it was an emergency. Once my father caught wind of it, he worked to find ways to provide accessible health centers for the Dire. But, ah, as expected, the pack doesn’t like the idea much. Try to keep that information to yourself. Don’t worry about the money, though. I’m sure the hospital will care of it.”

A muscle in Jungkook’s eyebrow twitched. “Rich people…”

“I can hear your mumblings, you know.”

“I know you can.” He stuck his tongue out. “Good luck punishing me.”

She grinned wolfishly.

“Good idea. I’ll keep a mental tally.”

-

“Isn’t it wonderful to be discharged together, Father?”

The Alpha grunted.

Her mate was standing next to his daughter trying not to look at him. She looked almost her usual bright, silvery self. Up until this day, the Alpha had remained in his human form. He was finally out of his hospital gown and into the loose robes of the Dire. She, too, was wrapped in silver. With a glance, one could tell her right calf would never look the same. He felt his shoulders lower. Then he felt a tap on his loosely bandaged upper arm. The Alpha’s eyes darted to his daughter’s soft smile.

Two survivors in battle.

She grinned when she had his attention. He spared her his faint smile that he gave no one else.

“What’s he doing here?” she asked.

All three turned to stare at Kim Mingyu, who was standing behind the Dire leader and scratching the back of his head. The tanned, muscular man was in a white tank top and blue track pants, holding a black duffel bag.

“Ah…”

Mingyu pointed to Jungkook.

The ash blonde pointed back at him.

“We were… We were going to work out.”

His daughter looked confused. “Since when are you two friends?” She sent her father a confused look. The Alpha shrugged and continued to look disinterested. She caught Mingyu’s expression of concern towards them. The big stoic man did not grant any further explanation.

“Uh huh…”

She was going to pester him about it. The Alpha was not looking forward to that interrogation.

“Father.”

He looked down, and for a fleeting, beautiful moment, she looked just like her mother with her teasing expression and lust for life.

“Let’s run.”

The grind of bone-on-bone.

For a moment, there was a skipped heartbeat of hesitation. The memory of their last transformation haunting them. A torrent of jet-black fur. A whirlwind of silver tipped in black, complete with the white crescent waterfalling down her back. The bright moon gleamed overhead, awaiting them. The fear was replaced by exhilaration. Instinct that refused to be suppressed. From two legs to four paws, in sweeping strides that sped past passerby in howling wind, they ran side by side as father and daughter. Free.

Two wolves, as they were meant to be.

The two men watched them run amongst unraveled silver. Even fellow nurses and doctors had stepped out to witness the beauty of nature at work. No one said anything, too in awe of who and what the witnessed. The two blurs became one with the dark night, enthusiastic barks melding into the sound of the wind. Triumphant, alive, and joyful.

Then Jungkook smacked the back of Mingyu’s head. He had to reach up. Annoying.

“Ow!”

“You better have not been staring at her when her clothes came off.”

“The hell are you talking about?”

“I saw your head shift.”

“You’re delusional. And that makes you the weird one, staring at me instead of your girlfriend,” Mingyu pointed out, massaging his new sore spot.

“Grrr.”

“So scary. Not.”

He ran before Jungkook could strike him again. Might as well start the workout with some cardio.

--

masterpost

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

dire iii, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook is a bit, er, different. His girlfriend’s a Dire Wolf, after all. The sex is messy and mind-blowing every time because she does that pheromone thingy that Jungkook can’t get over. He also kinda... likes seeing her pointy sharp canines surrounding his dick after getting a blowjob. It’s not that weird! R-right?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, world building, mentions of (species) discrimination and prejudice; violence; smut (fem reader, m-masturbation, unprotected sex (ty biology), creampie, cockwarming, biting/marking, m-receiving oral, cowgirl, saliva everywhere lol); fluff and feels; non-idol!AU - werewolfAU / soulmates?; werewolf!reader x blond, human!Jungkook; switches between Jungkook’s POV and your POV (tiny bit of Yoongi’s POV), ft some familiar faces at the end XD

for all you curious about the Dire Alpha, this one explains him more but also he kinda low-key wants to eat JK (not in a sexy way, don’t be weird) inspired by YOASOBI - 怪物 (Kaibutsu)

--

part ii

-

"You're so fucking hot, do you know that?"

You were sitting on Jungkook's bed, naked, holding his smartphone. These things were like little computers. How convenient, but also strange. Humans spent so much time in front of them. You had to turn the brightness down to nearly zero. The light was too harsh for your eyes. 

"I'm not just saying it because you do that sexy saliva thing to me. You're actually sexy as hell. Why do you wear such oversized clothing?"

"Just in case," you muttered. "And to avoid being recognized too easily."

"But you're so fucking fuckable."

Your ears perked. You could hear hand stroking flesh. 

"Are you jacking off again?"

"No."

You lifted your head. Jungkook grinned at you cheekily. His long blond hair was messy and wild from the night. You dropped your gaze, raising an eyebrow. The tattoos on his right arm and hand danced with movement.

He was slowly palming himself to hardness.

"A question. Is this all you think about?"

Your silvery tail swished from side to side, stopping to curl around your thigh. His eyes watched it hungrily. 

"No."

Jungkook scooted himself closer, now firmly gripping his thick cock. Long, smooth strokes, gasping a little as he squeezed the base of the swollen head. 

"But it's hard not to when you're naked in front of me," he breathed, reaching up to cup your cheek.

"I can put clothes on."

Jungkook brought his face close to yours, lip trapped between his teeth. The mole underneath his lower lip winked at you with his action. Warm breath drifted onto your lips. 

"Do you want to?" he murmured, trying not to sound disappointed.

You flicked your eyes down, then back up. "What are you going to do with that?"

His dark eyes on your now, most likely, golden orbs.

"Put it in you. Fuck you. Cum inside and fuck you some more."

You opened your mouth, saliva dripping out, saturated and potent. His lips were instantly on yours, drinking it up, moaning, pumping himself harder and more furiously as you opened your legs, dropping his phone and pulling him on top of you. He moaned as the throbbing head pressed against your thigh, leaking pre-cum everywhere. 

"What do yo–ah!"

His voice pitched as you lowered your head, spitting your scent down his length. His eyes rolled back and his hand lost grip for a second, enough time for you to grab his hips and sink him down into your pulsating wet heat. 

"O-oh, fuck, have mercy... p-please..."

You grinned maniacally and raised your hips to smack his, earning a choked gasp of your name. Ah, so good, nice and hard and jerking against your tight walls. Jungkook planted his hands on the bed, panting, eyes already glazed over. 

"So... fucking... good..."

His fingers dug into the sheets and he thrust into you roughly, your silvery ears flicking upwards to listen to his breathless moans, plush tail curling around and brushing against his muscular legs. You watched the strain on his neck, veins appearing, long ash blond hair swaying as he fucked you into his bed. You tightened around him and Jungkook groaned, arms shaking, but you reached up and grabbed his head, forcing him to look at you, tangling your fingers in his blond locks and pulling them back, away from his face, revealing his sculpted features and dark pink lips. 

"Feels so fucking good..." he hissed, slapping your hips together. "Gonna cum, fuck, gonna fucking cum..."

You took a spare moment to remove one of your hands from his head and shoved a few fingers into your lips. Jungkook's dark brown eyes shook as he watched, cock twitching inside you as you pulled the two fingers out, strings of saliva following, and smeared them on his swollen lips. 

It sent him over the edge, throwing his head back and shouting your name, pumping your tight hole full of his orgasm, a violent squelch as he shoved himself all the way in, cramming the thick white liquid back into your pussy. You gasped out his name, grabbing his ass and smacking your hips to his, leading the pace now, Jungkook's body shaking and quivering as you used him like a tool to fuck it all back into you, slippery and messy, his cum dribbling out onto your ass, but still you fucked him, undeterred. He was blinking hard, using all the energy he had left to hold himself up as his sweat dripped down his jaw and hit your chest. Your breath came out in heavy huffs, laced with pheromones.

You growled, grating, animalistic.

"Give me another, come on, I know you want to, you delicious piece of meat."

Despite it all, Jungkook's lips curved into a pleased smirk. 

"Never been happier... to be referred to as a delicious piece of meat..."

You bared your teeth, licking them as you clenched around his stiff cock. He moaned wantonly, unable to resist as you repeatedly rammed his crotch into yours, so loud, so rough, so obscene, window open and all. He threw his head back once more, Adam’s apple peeking out, throat exposed right in front of your open jaws as he wailed your name, shooting his second release into your pussy, mixing with the rest and spilling out, forced by your walls spasming around him, sighing in satisfaction as you came, dripping onto his thighs and the sheets, creating a puddle of cum beneath the two of you. 

You could smell it. He could smell it.

Pure sex.

Jungkook slipped down, chest heaving, his hands sliding down the bed. You felt him reach between your legs and shove himself back in you, smearing his cum and your cum all over his balls before bringing his hand back up to lick his fingers off. You raised your eyebrows.

"Your pussy... is the fucking best..."

You chuckled, rumbling him on your torso. He was putting his full weight on you, but it felt like nothing.

"I think you have an addiction."

His sweaty hair tickled your neck. You straightened it out, listening to Jungkook panting in heavy hot puffs.

"I probably do."

He shivered against your skin. 

"No regrets though."

-

The Dire Alpha was sitting in the throne room. 

It was a formality of a space, completely useless. It had been in this stone castle for centuries, the castle the Alpha lived in when he ruled the Dire people. Since then, it had been updated and modernized to the current Alpha's liking every time a new ruler was appointed. 

The silver throne sat at the top of the shallow stairs, the obvious place of power. Carved images of wolves decorated the platinum, eyes inlaid with opalescent gems and diamonds. At the top, the emblem of the current Alpha’s family was slotted in. 

The jagged diamond with a platinum flower pressed into the center. 

The large black wolf sat on said throne, wearing his usual blazer, vest, white dress shirt, and regal black tie. All of his clothes were custom made for his huge wolf proportions. The Alpha refused to shift back to human form. This was his own personal choice and it bothered a lot of people, but the Alpha did not give a single shit. The same circular diamond emblem was around his neck on a thick silver chain, along with another pendant that usually sat behind it. An arrowhead pointing down with a lotus at the top, its petals made of opalescent gems. 

The Alpha looked down in his paw, at the almost hilariously tiny wood box. It was open and inside was another silver chain, covered with silver rings. 

Twenty-five, to be exact. 

He closed the box and put it in his lap. The Alpha knew the exact direction the moon was in, even if he couldn't see it through the stone walls. It called to him, like a faint, familiar, sweet voice. He reached up and touched the arrowhead pendant. Tapped it twice with his claw, looked up to the moon. 

The universal sign of the Dire, paying respects to the dead. 

The Alpha breathed in deep. 

There was no one here. He had assistants and helpers, but they had all been ordered home to their families, as they were every night. The Alpha did not have full-time servants. He was fine by himself. He could wipe his own ass.

He snorted, a harrowing, harsh huff.

People should appreciate their families, because one never knows when they'll disappear. 

The Alpha stood up, taking the wooden box with him. Steady, measured steps, full of strength and power. His claws clacked against the stone with every step he took, heavy and thudding despite the material of the floor. Walking through the halls, knowing he was alone. Not even his precious daughter was here, reading her books or pondering with that clever brain of hers. 

The Dire Alpha paused. 

He sniffed the air. 

Pinpointed exactly what he wanted to know. 

Growled, baring all his sharp, pointed teeth. Snapped them tightly as he stalked down the hall, suddenly in a terrible mood. If he ever met this human, he was definitely going to try and bite his head off. His daughter would stop him for sure, but maybe he could get in a hearty chomp. 

How dare this human touch his prefect daughter.

His paw touched the arrowhead once again and he could hear her voice, pretty and musical. Knew what she would say to him. He could almost feel her hand holding his, her expression highly amused. 

Oh, husband, you know she's just like you. Once she sets her sights on something, she'll chase it to the end.

He grumbled to himself. 

The Dire Alpha knew. 

He was still going to nibble an ear off that man.

-

Jungkook sneezed loudly. 

He shook his head, blinking fast. Ow. That hurt. 

"Are you getting sick?"

"It was just a sneeze. Someone must be thinking about me," Jungkook laughed, wiping himself down with the warm, wet towel, trying to clean his skin. He was in the bathroom, sticky all over. Huh. Maybe they should try to have less messy sex. 

He thought about her dripping tongue. 

Nah. 

"Well, it's not me," she grunted. He could hear her yanking off the sheets and replacing them so they could sleep. 

"Aw, why not?"

"Because I'm trying to figure out how to unfold this fitted sheet, hmph."

He chuckled, staring at himself in the mirror. His ash blond hair looked very chaotic despite him brushing it, wavy and tousled from being played with her fingers.

He liked it. 

Jungkook grinned, somehow ready to do it all over again. 

Hopefully no one was plotting his death or anything. 

-

The Dire Alpha rolled over in his sleep. 

Snarling viciously. 

Having sweet dreams that were probably horrific nightmares for a certain blond-haired human male.

-

"Do you work here?"

"No, sorry."

Silence. 

"Why are you standing behind the counter?"

"... The guy who works here asked me to watch the store because he went to the bathroom."

"Oh."

The man in front of you had dark hair and cat-like eyes. He looked like he was perpetually frowning. He was wearing a baggy white shirt under a red-checkered flannel and distressed blue jeans. Black face mask squishing his round cheeks. He had pulled it down to speak to you. The man tapped the counter, a sealed record in front of him. He had long fingers like a pianist.

You looked down at the record. 

"You like John Mayer?"

The man's dark eyes flickered to you. "Uh... well, I actually don't know much about American music. I was going to ask the guy who worked here if he was any good."

"He is." You pointed to the vinyl under his hands. "However, Continuum is considered his best work. What you have there is Battle Studies, the album that followed the success of Continuum. Some say it's good, some say it's bad but, in any case, it was always going to have mixed reviews since it followed the shadow of his pervious success. Mayer himself said it wasn't one of his best works." 

You reached over and the man retreated his hands, letting you flip over the record. 

"He's a guitarist. I suppose you could call his genre blues-pop. But the interesting thing about this album is that if you listen closely, you can hear his internal struggle between his music and himself. His lyrics are almost too commercial, trying to replicate the success of Continuum, and yet his guitar seems to have its own voice, a uniqueness that almost contradicts the lyrics themselves. My favorite song on this album is ‘Edge of Desire’."

You looked up at the man from under your hood. Your left hand was out, tattoo exposed, pointing to the track. You retreated it. The man with the cat-like eyes tilted his head, listening closely. 

"Do you recommend it?" he asked in his deep voice. 

"It's worth a listen. It's good for introspective people, if you like that sort of thing."

"Okay, I'll buy it."

"Wow, you want to work here?"

Both of you jumped, snapping your heads to face Jeon Jungkook, standing right next to you with starry eyes and a thin black turtleneck. Jungkook seemed to have invested in them lately. You saw him wear them quite often, usually after a long night with you.

"Hey, Yoongi-hyung, how's it going? Did you find something you liked?"

The shorter man slid the vinyl record over to Jungkook. "Er, yeah. Your friend here helped me make my decision." The man named Yoongi frowned. "Why are you wearing a turtleneck? It's pretty warm today."

You yanked your own black face mask up and backed away from the counter, mumbling that you needed to go to the bathroom. Your cheeks suddenly felt too warm. Jungkook was sputtering at the counter, struggling to think of a response.

"U-uh... f-fashion?"

-

Jungkook couldn't say, "Because I like it when my wolf girlfriend bites me with her big sharp teeth."

Well, he could, but then Min Yoongi would probably think he was a freak and never shop here again. 

-

Min Yoongi puttered out of the records store, satisfied with his new purchase. He hadn't expected to see a Dire there, but he was happy to see one, because he liked Dires. They always seemed so well-versed and educated. 

She had a small mole underneath her right eye, near the inner corner.

Cute. 

Yoongi had enjoyed watching her talk. She seemed very intelligent. He wondered if she would continue hanging around the store. He liked to hear a lot of different perspectives, on life and music, and a Dire’s viewpoint wasn’t one he got to investigate often.

He remembered their reaction to his question about Jungkook’s turtleneck.

Hmm.

Yes, it seemed likely that Yoongi would see her at the record store again.

-

“Could you do this for me, please?”

You had your reservations. But it was hard to resist those puppy eyes.

“Don’t make any sudden movements.”

He nodded so fast his blond hair went flying. He already had red-purple bites on his shoulder, gleaming with your saliva. Was he crazy? Probably. It would be just your luck to have a crazy boyfriend.

“Jungkook.”

“Yeah?”

“How long you been thinking about this?”

He bit his lower lip, shifting his eyes hastily. “Ever since… the first lick to the face in the alley?”

Of course.

He’d been begging you for ages now. You were a little nervous, but you also knew there was nothing to worry about. You weren’t going to hurt him. You just weren’t sure if your canine teeth were attractive in that way. You snuck a glance at Jungkook’s eager face.

Yes, that face definitely wanted a blowjob involving your pointy chompers.

Probably a little too much.

You ticked your head and your ears flicked back and forth. Lowered yourself, holding him down with your hands, trailing kisses over his hips, his lower stomach, his thighs, making Jungkook squirm and plead with you for more, more, and you ignored him, tongue snaking out and tracing patterns onto his skin, soaking it with your scent.

“Oooh, yes, fuck…”

You nipped at his flesh, leaving tiny bites. Jungkook gasped, lashes fluttering as his cock popped up and brushed against your cheek, slowly hardening with the multiple sensations. You kissed down the curve of his inner thigh, wrapping your tongue around his balls.

He gasped out your name, clutching the sheets and twisting them.

You coated them in your saliva, thick, wet, slick, and then shoved your nose into them, breath in heavy huffs as you exhaled, slapping your tongue against them at the same time. He was a groaning mess, nearly humping your face if it wasn’t for your strong grip on his hips. You lapped at the base of his cock, bouncing his dick with your tongue.

“P-please put me in your mouth, please…”

But instead of his cock, you sucked one of his balls into your mouth, massaging it roughly against your tongue and the roof of your mouth, sending him into a frenzy of cries, his hard cock smacking you in the nose, dripping pre-cum on your forehead. Oh, fuck, he smelled so good and sounded so sexy, desperately begging for more. You were careful with your teeth, your biggest worry, and popped his balls in and out of your mouth, switching between the two, increasing the sensitivity with your scent painted all over him.

“Ah, it’s so good, so fucking good, I knew it would feel so good…”

You licked a fat stripe up his length and Jungkook’s shoulders jerked, tipping his head down to gaze hazily at you, seeing your face smeared with saliva and pre-cum, before you circled your tongue around the head repeatedly, drooling all over his cock, not being subtle about it, drenching him just the way he wanted.

“Oh… my… God…”

His eyes rolled back and you wrapped your lips around the head, licking the slit, flaring it open a bit with the tip of your tongue, pooling more. He was going to rip the sheets with how tightly he was grasping onto them, muscles and veins bulging out his forearms, tattoos distorted by how much he was flexing his right arm. You lapped at the thin skin underneath the head and felt his taste intensify, leaking more pre-cum into your mouth.

“Mmm, fuck, I’m gonna cum, I can’t… oh, fuck…”

You swallowed his entire length and Jungkook slammed his head back into the pillows, wailing in pleasure as you bobbed your head up and down, wrapping him with your warm, wet heat, so messy and dirty that it made loud squelching sounds, saliva splashing onto his crotch and down his ass. Jungkook was trying to hump your face, but you pinned him down and for some reason this made him harder, cock jerking in your mouth and pulsing in your throat, ripping his hands from the sheets and burrowing them in his blond hair, sharply crying out your name and definitely disturbing the neighbors with how loud he was being.

“Oh, fuck!”

His salty taste flooded your mouth, shooting down your throat violently. You drank greedily, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the sensation of his cock throbbing with every new gulp, painting the inside of your mouth with his cum. Your whole body shivered, warmed and pleasured by your lover’s taste, the perfect flavor.

It seemed to complement your scent in a strangely satisfying way.

“O-open… your… mouth…”

You opened your eyes to see Jungkook staring down at you, looking fucked-out and drained, but also hesitantly expectant. It wasn’t hard to guess what he desired. You peeled your lips back to reveal your carnivorous teeth, keeping them away from his skin, tongue still licking him up and down. He shuddered, biting his lip, looking slightly guilty and absurdly aroused all at once.

“I think there’s something wrong with me,” he muttered, cheeks flushing.

You ticked your head, the side of your lips tugging upwards.

“We all have kinks.”

His chest was rising and falling rapidly, shuddering breaths in the afterglow.

“Don’t tell anyone.”

You backed up a little, laughing in playful barks.

“Who’s going to know? It’s not like it’s written down on the internet for anyone to read.”

Jungkook laughed awkwardly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

-

…

No comment.

-

Unfortunately, the time afterwards ended up being much more solemn.

"Got some fights coming up."

Jungkook sucked on his lower lip. "Another one?"

"There's always another one."

"I don't like that you have to fight them."

"Well, me neither, but that's how it is."

"Just because that's how it is, doesn't mean it's right."

She didn't reply at first. They were face to face. She traced his cheeks with her fingernails, pressing lightly on each mole on his face. 

"If everything was right in this world..." Her eyes found his. "Then there would be nothing to fight for."

Jungkook placed his hands on hers, fingertips grazing over the eight silver rings, each one different, from simple to intricate. They were heavy, weighing down her hands. 

"What happens when there are more than ten?" he wondered out loud. 

"I replace the weakest ones with the stronger ones." Her palm pressed into his jaw. 

"Don't you hate it?"

She looked down; expression pensive. "It is hard to hate what you are. Because that's all you know for a long, long time. That's how you were formed to face this world." Her head raised and her silvery ears flicked slightly. "I am proud of what I am. You cannot pick and choose only the good parts of your species. You have to face all of it."

A moment of hesitation.

"I will be honest. I don't know what I will change when I'm Alpha. I don't know what I'm capable of changing or if I will feel the same as I feel now. It is easy to say I will try to make a better world, but to actually do it... it's not so easy."

Jungkook could tell now. She really was the Dire Alpha's child. 

"To be a leader means to have people who want to be led. But it gets more complicated when you don't want your followers to be blindly accepting everything you do. And, well, following my father's rule will be..." she trailed off. Retreated her hand from his face and ran it through her hair, sighing softly. Backed up, raising her hood, walking backwards to his bedroom window. 

Her eyes on him the whole time. 

They streaked with gold for a split second, as if she connected with her inner wolf to console and remind herself of who and what she was. Put on her sneakers and tapped the toe against the floor, righting them. Opened the window and got halfway out before looking back at him. 

She smirked.

"Gotta go, piece of main ass."

Jungkook crossed the space between them with two strides and kissed her deeply, breathing in her scent, committing it to memory. She pressed back against him, one hand finding his shirt, pulling him close. They broke apart after minutes of kisses, not wanting to let go. He smiled at her. The cool breeze and sounds of the city radiated out of the open window. 

"Your father will be proud of you."

She laughed, that lively bark he loved. "I don't know about that."

He reached up and smoothed the fur on her ear. 

"He'll see."

Her eyes flickered to him, flecks of gold glittering. 

"I guess he will."

And then she dropped from his window, swiftly dashing back to her own world. A world that someday he might be invited to, he hoped.

Jungkook plopped himself onto the windowsill and watched her go, deft and light on her feet. He stayed long after he couldn't see her anymore. The moon basked him with its glory, bringing out the gold in his ash blond hair. 

-

I heard a little whisper that you're fucking a human. 

You skillfully wrapped the gauze around your arm, breathing hard. There was pressure in your chest, tenseness of adrenaline and fury trapped inside your ribcage.

I hope I get so lucky. 

The words replayed over and over in your head. You wrenched up your thigh, pain shooting up your hip as blood oozed out of the deep gash. You began to dress it slowly, hoarse huffs of exertion leaving your throat. The reflection in the broken mirror in front of you was yours, naked, bleeding, eyes burning vicious gold. Dried blood caked on your silvery ears and bushy tail. 

Not your blood. 

When are you going to eat him and get a real man?

You snarled and punched the mirror, shattering the image of wrath-filled gold. 

A silk robe draped over your shoulders. Your knuckles were shredded, cut up by reflective glass, but you said nothing, panting heavily. Fresh blood dripped onto the stone, red, coppery, splattering onto gray.

"Daughter."

Big black paws on your shoulders, tipped with wicked black claws. It was an oppressive but familiar weight. Your back refused to buckle from it despite all the pain. 

"All his limbs are broken. Five ribs. He might bleed out from a lung puncture."

You pulled the robe closed to cover yourself, tying it up impassively. 

"As you like, Father."

"An emotional fighter is not a good one."

You stilled. 

"Did you forget all your grand ideals? All your silly hopes? Or were they merely dreams you toyed with?"

The Alpha took a step back, removing his hold on you. You still didn't move, immobilized by the truth. 

"Do you think your boy would be happy knowing the mere mention of his existence turned you into what you hate most?"

Slowly, you turned around. Your father stood in the doorway of the chamber. He filled the entire space, huge, fierce, wolf eyes burning gold, wearing the embellishments of the Alpha – the grandiose silver robes against his thick black fur, the thorned platinum crown with diamonds, the jagged diamond pendant with the plum flower around his neck, shadowing the arrowhead emblem of your mother. 

"But... you..."

He cast a discerning eye at you. 

"I am me. You are you."

He turned around, silver robes flaring out.

"If you do not remain true to yourself, you no longer serve your purpose."

The Alpha walked away. 

-

Nine rings.

Your left thumb, the snake head with black gems as eyes. Your left index, the black stone with a bone-shaped silver band. Your left middle, the wolf with the opalescent eyes. Your left pinky, the simple silver band. Your right thumb, the large opal gem inlaid in stars. Your right index, the skull with the snake coming out of its mouth. Your right ring finger, the script ring that read, FEED. Your right pinky, a twisted silver band. 

And now, your left ring finger. The ten-pointed star etched into a hammered silver circle.

Nine rings. Nine Dires. 

Sons.

Men. 

People.

If you do not remain true to yourself, you no longer serve your purpose. 

You lifted your head, adorned with a smaller thorned platinum crown, laced with diamonds. The diamond emblem with the plum flower hung from your neck, a heavy weight. You were wrapped in a silver and black robe with black shorts. How long has it been since you had last seen your love? Almost two months. 

I really miss you. 

You could feel it. 

Your father removed the headpiece. Held out his hand. A silver ring with a moth motif, opal gems as wings.

"Number ten, my daughter."

You removed your nine rings, placing them in a wooden box. Your wooden box. Your father closed the box when you were done and placed the moth ring on top of it. You stepped up to the door of the ritualistic arena. 

Your father called out to you. 

"Do not disappoint."

You were about to look back. Disappoint who? Your father? Your people? Jungkook? Then you realized. 

You. 

You pushed open the doors to a huge, gray-brown wolf with a wicked scar over one eye, eyes blazing gold. He growled at you, black lips peeling back into a vile smirk.

"Oh? Thought you weren't going to show up because you're a human's bitch now."

You narrowed your eyes. Felt the power surge through you, a flurry of silver fur and gold glow, clothes being torn to shreds as you changed, the diamond pendant banging into your collarbones as you bared your sharp teeth and claws.

"That's Miss Human's Bitch to you."

And then you charged. 

-

You stared at his sleeping form. 

Reached over and brushed his blond hair away from his forehead. All five fingers of your right hand now adorned with rings. The moth ring gleamed on your right middle finger. 

Jeon Jungkook was snoring very loudly. 

You were mildly surprised he hadn't woken himself up yet with his own snoring. Did he have allergies? A blockage? He sounded like he was being strangled with phlegm.

"Maybe you need to see a doctor," you muttered, shaking your head. 

His lashes fluttered, but he still sounded like he was dying a horrible death. Good thing you were here to make sure he wasn't. Your fingertips hovered over his face, tracing his handsome features. His cheeks were a little puffy. Did he have too much salt before bed? Your eyes fell on each mole on his face. You pressed your index finger onto the one below his lower lip. 

"In some cultures," you whispered softly. "Moles are thought to be kisses from the moon."

"Then make out with my face."

You pursed your lips. 

"Was that your pretend snoring?"

Jungkook cracked an eye open, a slow grin forming on his face. "I was kind of hoping you would rip off the covers and have your way with me."

You raised an eyebrow. "I suppose I'm not accustomed to human rituals then."

He sat up on the bed and you backed up to give him space. Instantly, his eyes were on your hands. 

"That's ten now."

"Yes."

Jungkook was shirtless. You could see he had been working out, muscles more defined now. Was he taking your advice? You meant it as a half-joke, but it seemed he had taken you seriously. His tattoos stood out against his tan skin. You wondered what they all meant or if they even had meaning. Not everything needed meaning after all. Would he get one to represent you someday?

"You seem different."

You looked up at him and scratched your neck. Let out a sigh. He watched you with inquisitive brown eyes. 

"I was beginning to think you didn't care about me anymore since you weren't furiously masturbating every night," you chuckled.

"I thought about it," he replied instantly, scooting closer to you. "But you said you had fights, so I didn't want to distract you." 

"That never stopped you before."

You saw his cheeks flush. He frowned. "Yeah, well..." He tilted his head. It felt like he was trying to organize his thoughts. You waited patiently "I was thinking about what you said last time. About how you can't only pick and choose the good parts of your species. About being a leader." Jungkook puffed his cheeks. "I'm not really good at any of that stuff, you know? I don't really think about it. I just work at a records store and talk about music and focus on making myself better."

You smiled. "You don't have to do anything more than that, you know."

"But you do."

"That's not something you have to worry about."

"I want to help you." He rubbed the back of his hair, making his bedhead even messier. "I don't know how though."

You leaned forward, closing the distance between you and him. 

"You don't have to do anything special." 

The moonlight illuminated his face, casting it in a gentle glow. 

"I only want a home."

Jungkook's eyes flitted around his small apartment bedroom. He laughed awkwardly. "I guess this doesn't cut it, huh?"

You shook your head.

"Home isn't a place."

Gold orbs to dark brown. 

"Home is a person. And my person is you."

-

Take a moment. 

Before we get freaky and all that.

-

"Your eyes are really gold."

She blinked slowly, backing up. "Yeah... they probably are."

"What do you mean?"

She shifted her gaze and smirked. "Maybe you're rubbing off on me."

It took Jungkook a minute. He tilted his head this way and that, mental question marks flashing before it finally dawned on him. 

"Hey! Are you calling me insatiably horny again?"

Her ears flicked back and forth. She wasn't laughing, but her eyes certainly were. 

"I didn't want to ruin the moment."

"Look here," Jungkook growled, grabbing the front of her baggy gray hoodie and dragging her to him. He could tell she was letting herself get dragged, highly amused. "I've been waiting two months! Like the good guy I am! And now you won't tell me when you're horny? That's just rude!"

She laughed in that wild bark of hers. "I guess you won't be pleased to know I wasn't gone for two months only because I had fights and soul-searching to do, but also because I went through heat and decided to spare you the experience."

"You did WHAT?" Jungkook roared. She couldn't stop laughing as he shook her angrily. "How could you leave me out of that? What about my needs?"

"Seeing me in heat is not a need–"

"Yes, it is! It is for me! What's it like? Are you horny all the time?"

"I'm just a crabby bitch, to be honest."

He narrowed his eyes. 

"You LIAR!"

He tackled her to the bed, pinning her down and she grinned, grabbing him by the waist and pinning him down, until it became of a game of rolling around in the bed, sending the blankets into a jumbled mess, him never exactly winning but her letting him push her around anyway, laughter in her eyes and smile on her face. 

All of a sudden, she grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him down on the bed. 

And growled. 

Jungkook's eyes widened. It wasn't a playful or gentle growl. It was a violent, possessive one and she wasn't looking at him. 

She was staring at the window. 

Eyes stark gold, grip on his shoulders almost crushing. Lips peeled back, and growling low, baring all of her sharp teeth. Ears taut and upwards, tall up and out. The harsh noise rumbled in her chest. She got off him and Jungkook sat up, watching her stalk to the window, powerful and aggressive, almost as if the very air was electrified by her presence. With every step, her presence and sound seemed to grow, overtaking the room and leaking out the window, amplified by the night.

For a split second, Jungkook could see the Alpha in her, almost a shadow of that black wolf's face on her features. 

"You do not belong here."

Did he hear that correctly? Jungkook's eyes widened at her malicious, disorienting snarl. An animalistic whisper and fearsome resonation of command all at once. 

"Get lost or I will make you get lost."

She tilted her head at the window. Not a nice tilt. A predatory gaze of discernment. 

She stuck her head out the window. 

One second. 

Two seconds. 

Three seconds. 

Jungkook didn't even realize he was holding his breath. 

She retreated her head and slammed the window closed, making him jump. 

"Going to hire you a security detail," she stated calmly, voice no longer that oppressive tone. 

"Uh... okay..." He blinked slowly. "What was that?"

Her gold eyes affixed on him. She held up her hands. The ten rings gleamed wickedly, gems and silver alike.

"Word has gotten around. Not everyone is pleased by our relations." She lowered them, letting out a tense breath. "I will need to attend to certain... matters when I return."

"Oh."

Silence. The moonlight gleamed off her fur and hair. Her eyes closed and she breathed deeply, as if she was reading the air. It was fascinating, the way her nostrils flared slightly and she seemed to know things, even though the window was closed, her expression relaxing. Her eyebrow raised. Gold orbs snapped open. 

"Why are you horny?"

Jungkook started, head jerking down to his underwear. 

"Er..." He struggled to explain the massive tent. "It was very attractive. Watching you."

Her eyebrow ticked higher. 

"Someone was thinking about injuring you, possibly murdering you, and you're getting aroused by me defending you?"

"Um... yes?"

-

Sigh. 

Humans. 

You removed your rings and placed them on his nightstand. 

Then you removed your clothes.

-

"In my defense, last time I was very fucked up and couldn't appreciate how hot you were defending me," Jungkook protested. 

"Mhm."

"Um..."

One hand, then the other, crawling onto the bed, eyes burning gold, pointed teeth glistening, breath hot and heavy. He could feel it, the irresistible arousal, the yearning, and he tried to hold back, grabbing fistfuls of his own sheets. 

"Do you think you could...?"

Her head lowered, ears still straight up. For some reason, Jungkook felt compelled to drop to his elbows, still staring at her now naked body. She had removed everything. Including the heavy pendant. He could see the curve of her breasts, hard nipples poking out. Stopped right before his massive erection, the fabric almost sheer with how much it was being stretched out, pre-cum soaking through the front. 

"Could?" she echoed teasingly. 

"C-Could... oh, fuck!"

She leaned down and drenched the fabric with her saliva, covering his clothed cock with wetness, molding it to his length, the sudden rush of euphoria causing it to jerk in his boxer briefs. His hips lifted with his exclamation, and she shoved them back down roughly, holding them in place. 

"P-Please, oh, fuck... fuck it's just so-o-o good..."

He could feel it sticking to him, drenched fabric stuck to his pulsating hardness, the head of his cock rubbing against the confines and leaking pre-cum. The pleasure was everywhere, invading him, tensing every muscle as she dipped her head. Nudged his wet length with her nose, grinning, all teeth and tongue. 

Holy fuck, he'd never been so turned on in his life. 

"Please, do it again... p-please..." came his breathless gasp, twisting his fingers in his sheets. "Want... your mouth..."

She snaked her tongue out, pressing it against the clothed head. Jungkook moaned loudly, the barely there sensation causing his cock to twitch more, the tip so soaked it felt like it was already in her mouth. 

"D-Don't tease, please," he begged, desperately trying to move his hips and falling, her grip like steel.

A raspy chuckle. 

"I'll give you want you want, love."

Jungkook's brain forgot how to function. 

She growled and sunk her teeth into the pocket of wet fabric, shredding his boxer briefs instantly, freeing his cock, which sprang up and wetly smacked her in the cheek. It took him a full second to realize she had bitten the stretched-out fabric of his underwear that appeared because of his erection and not his actual dick, otherwise this would been a very different kind of porno (and not the good kind). Thankfully, his purple-red cock was one hundred percent intact. His black boxer briefs were now only scraps of fabric that flopped uselessly onto his bed, but he didn’t notice or care.

Jungkook yelped as she slathered his balls with her scent, hips shuddering and possibly half-orgasming because it was so fucking good, coating the tip with milky whiteness.

"I c-can't–oh my Goooooood..." 

His eyes rolled back and Jungkook fell onto the bed, groaning with pleasure the second her tongue started swiping up his cock, lapping upwards and blanketing the head, drinking up his leaking pre-cum. It only took a second and he was gone, fucking gone, shooting into her throat as her saliva slipped down his hot throbbing length, enveloping him with her mouth, chuckling as she swallowed, curling her tongue around the tip, collecting it. 

"Fuck, that's so fucking e-embarrassing..." he choked out, annoyed that he couldn't control it, even after working out so hard to increase his stamina. It had been two months! He did jack off every once in a while, but he had tried to be a good boy and not be too distracting.

Jungkook had a lot pent up, okay?!

Her golden eyes flickered to his brown ones the second he lifted his head to look down at her.

Lips opening, revealing her sharp teeth around his cock. His cock trembled underneath her open jaws. 

Yup.

This was turning him on even more. 

Jungkook just had to admit this was his kink now. 

She wrapped her lips around him again and began to move her head up and down, rushes of intense pleasure rocketing through him, gasping for breath, hips locked in place by her hold, the skin underneath her fingertips bruising because his body was straining so hard, desperately trying to ram into her mouth, but he didn't even feel the pain. Couldn't even consider it. It was like he was spellbound, chasing his release until he let out a dragged-out wail of her name, the wet, warm pressure too much, cock twitching as he came again, thick spurts down her tongue and trickling into her throat. She sucked hard, gulping it down, and, not to be dramatic or anything, but Jungkook swore he saw pearly white gates for a second, holy fuck, the whole experience unreal and almost too much, ecstasy shooting all over his nerves and constricting them, a sweet throb of intensity that refused to dull.

It was all he could feel.

It was glorious.

No drug could compare to the high her mouth on his cock could give him.

"Are you dead?"

Jungkook vaguely heard her husky rasp as she raised herself above him, peering at his face. 

"I think so," he wheezed. He nearly forgot to breathe. "Sit on my dick to find out."

"Oh, he's perfectly fine."

Jungkook had maybe half a second to wonder before he squeaked, his still-hard cock suddenly clamped by the hot, dripping vise of her pussy, tail thumping against his legs, her hands now in his chest, rocking back and forth as she sank down, smacking him against every ridge and curve of her walls. 

"O-oh, fuck me!" 

"I am," she replied, infuriatingly calmly, but Jungkook was doomed now, lost in the aching, overwhelming pleasure, her nails digging into his chest as she smacked her hips into him over and over, loud, sloppy, obscene, fur tail tickling his fucking balls. He couldn't even say no or yes or harder, because he was consumed by lust – breathing? who gave a fuck about that? – crying out her name and arching his back into her nails, enjoying the visceral feeling of her scratches, pussy and thighs viciously squeezing him, ecstasy crashing into him with every thrust.

The first – well, technically, third of the night, first inside – orgasm slammed into him, her nails digging into his chest as he moaned, saliva falling from her lips and onto his pecs, messy splatters that heightened the pleasure, sending tingling shivers over his skin and into his core, matching the shudders of his hips as he shot into her pussy, the sound squishy and slippery as she continued roughly rolling her hips into his, exhaling in satisfaction. 

"Want me to slow down?" she breathed out, leaning down, hands beside his head. 

"No," he hissed, sheer will tearing his words out of him. "Ruin me, fuck, feels fucking amazing."

A slow grin formed on her face. "Can you handle that?"

"I don't care if I can or not, suffocate it out of him," Jungkook growled, raising himself up a little and presenting his neck, flicking his head to fling back his now sweat-soaked blond hair. 

-

"Bite me when you cum."

You stared at his neck, tendons popping out and straining, muscles flexed underneath you, tan skin stretched taut, your wolf instincts making you drool at this a fucking meal handed to you, pussy throbbing with the fullness of Jungkook's cock. He was still so hard, although perhaps that was also due to you tightening around him. You leaned forward, using more force, more speed to fuck him into his bed, the tenseness all over his body, jaw clenched, his brown eyes on you, pupils blown out. Hunger, craving, insatiable, carnal, speaking to you on a different level, a level he probably didn't even understand, but you did, a feeling you thought only Dires felt, but perhaps he was so connected to you that he was trapped in it too, imprisoned in the intoxication of pleasure. 

It rose within you, a rush of wildness, and you grabbed his shoulders, hearing him moan and then the pitch heightened as you sank your teeth into his shoulder, a hoarse hiss as you squeezed his length violently, orgasm bolting through you as your jaws made contact with his skin, his scent invading all your senses, painting your inner walls and your mouth and tongue, drops off blood trickling into your tongue as you moaned his name, switching to sucking instead to avoid doing real damage. 

Jungkook seemed not to notice, or maybe he even liked it, because he was whimpering with bliss, hands coming up to press your hips down onto his jerking cock, shooting the last spurts of cum inside you, some of it leaking out and coating his balls, his hold forcing you to sit down on the slippery mess. 

Your mouth was still locked around his shoulder, kneading the flesh gently with your teeth, the hint of blood making your eyelids flutter.

Dirty. Rough. Draining. 

Feral. 

You detached your jaw, arms sliding up to cradle Jungkook's blond head, kissing him softly. He seemed to be in the verge on unconsciousness. His shoulder was badly bruised, nicks of your bite glistening, but no longer bleeding. 

"Are you dead?" you murmured, nuzzling his nose. He was breathing very hard, hot pants down your neck, eyes barely open. 

"At least I... had the best fuck of my life... before I died..."

-

"You slept for twelve hours."

"What?" Jungkook panicked, only to howl in pain as he twisted too fast and crumpled back into the bed. The afternoon streamed through the window, birds chirping loudly. How had he slept through all this? He was a heavy sleeper, but to sleep this late…

"Ack... work..."

"I called the manager of the records store. He decided to close for today."

Jungkook paled. "I need that job. You didn't threaten him, did you?"

She blinked at him. "What? No. I just asked if he would give you a couple days off if I paid the store’s rent this month. He seemed very excited about it."

Jungkook blinked. "But... I need money."

Her silvery ears ticked. "For what? I'll buy whatever it is."

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. "Rich people..."

Her lips curved into a playful smirk. "Besides, you needed to recover from all that sex."

He felt his ears heat. It was only then that he realized she was fully dressed, sitting next to him on the bed. Was she leaving? He reached out and clutched her gray hoodie, frowning. The blanket fluttered down, revealing the purple bite on his shoulder.

Then Jungkook jumped and almost screamed, because he realized they weren't alone. 

Two men in black suits were standing next to his bed. Neat black ties, crisp white shirts. The taller one had curly black-brown hair and a boxy smile. Honey tan skin and strong features. The shorter one had blond hair and a cheerful smile with plump lips. Small hands, with round soft cheeks that reminded Jungkook of rice cake. 

The one with the boxy smile smirked. 

"Fun night?" he drawled in his baritone voice. 

Jungkook yanked the covers all the way up to his chin. 

"W... who are you?" he croaked in shock. 

Her silvery ears flicked and she gestured to them calmly, as if their appearance in his fucking bedroom was totally normal. 

"Your new personal security. Kim Taehyung," she said, pointing to the one who spoke. "And Park Jimin." The shorter one with the small hands and round cheeks. 

Jungkook blinked. "They're human."

Taehyung looked offended. "With guns."

"Tranquilizer guns," Jimin corrected hastily. He had a cheery voice that matched his smile. Jungkook caught his eye though and there was a devilish smirk. Well, he might look innocent. Jungkook scowled at him. 

"Who will probably not have to use them," she continued speaking, still not addressing why they were discussing this with Jungkook, quick check, yup, still naked. "Since traveling in a group is safer and attacking three humans at once will be a bigger penalty than one. And Taehyung and Jimin here come highly recommended by my father's security guard."

Jimin puffed his chest proudly and Taehyung smacked him in the chest, deflating him with a squeak.

"Well... the company," Taehyung said, handing Jungkook a business card. Jungkook debated on whether or not to take it. He reached out to receive it, exposing his right tattooed arm and the giant purple bite on his shoulder. Jimin's eyes immediately shifted to it with an amused grin. Jungkook ignored it and took a look at the card. 

RJ's Private Security Services We paca-punch! Kim Seokjin, CEO and Head of Security

It was accompanied by a picture of an alpaca in a security uniform with a triumphant pose and phone number. 

Jungkook stared at it for a long time, flabbergasted. 

???????

Was this even a real company?

It didn't seem real. 

That was such a terrible pun. And why an alpaca? What do alpacas have to do with security? How safe was an alpaca when the ones targeting him were, er, wolves? Jungkook was terribly unsure about all this. Also, their first meeting was with him being completely naked, so he wasn’t exactly thrilled.

"Anyway, I wanted you to meet them, because they're your new next-door neighbors now and they'll be escorting you to and from work and any other errands you might have."

Jungkook finally looked up from the card, still not sure if this was reality or if he woke up in an alternate dimension. "What? I already have neighbors." 

"Ah, yes," she nodded. "They were thinking about moving. Little one on the way. Noise level was a bit much for them anyway. I found them a bigger space at a good price."

He blinked at her. 

Taehyung and Jimin grinned.

She must have had a busy morning. 

She stood up and patted the two men on the shoulder. "Well, boys, you've met him, so perhaps it's time to get settled in."

Jimin snickered as he was about to stride away. "Will we experience the typical noise level the neighbors were concerned about throughout the day?"

Taehyung burst out laughing as Jungkook turned into a tomato. 

Her silvery ears twitched cheerfully as she walked them out of his bedroom. 

"Yes, I think so."

-

The Dire Alpha sniffed the air. 

Scowled. 

"Daughter, you're a wolf, not a fucking rabbit," he swore under his breath, picking the meat out of his teeth. 

On one hand, he was glad. Proud, even, for his daughter to have such an enthusiastic partner who was clearly very devoted to his pup. On another hand, he wanted to shake the young man's hand and then promptly rip his arm off for touching his precious daughter. 

It was a complicated thing, being a parent. 

The Alpha didn't think he was a good one. Her mother was better at that. But there wasn't much to do about that now. He made her the best fighter he knew, barring himself, and hoped the education he paid for was enough. It wasn't the best method, but it was what the Alpha ended up doing.

It was a miracle she didn't hate him. 

I love you, Father.

One of his claws brushed against the arrowhead pendant. Tapped it twice, looking in the direction of the moon. His snout raised, lips opening, peering into the past, to his silver wolf carrying the silver pup, inheriting her lovely fur. 

He seemed about to say something. 

Thought better of it. 

There was no one to listen. 

The Dire Alpha closed his jaws, alone in his stone castle once more. 

-

"Do you want to go on a date?"

"A date?"

"Yeah, I made a reservation at a fancy restaurant and they have an extensive meat selection, so I thought..." Jungkook's face turned pink and he shifted his eyes. "Since some places don't have many menu options for Dires... anyway, maybe we could dress up all fancy and pretend to be high class and all that superficial stuff?"

You blinked at him. 

"I'm the Dire Alpha's child, Jungkook. There isn't much higher class for Dires than the Alpha himself."

"R-right..." Jungkook coughed. "Just me then."

"If you're going to be my mate, then you'll be the same class as me."

"Oh... that's right, uh...” An awkward pause. “I take back the part about being superficial."

You let out a mirthful bark. "I'm not offended. My father has quite gaudy and old-fashioned taste. He's a bit sensitive about it when I object." You nuzzled into Jungkook's arms, silvery tail curling around him. "Is there a dress code? We don't have to look fancy to eat fancy."

You heard Jungkook fall silent. You looked up at him, tilting your head, silvery ears perked. Jungkook chewed on his very swollen lip. 

"I... wanna see you in a dress. With your ears and tail out," he said slowly, chocolate eyes finding yours. "Feels like so many Dires try to hide it and I wish... wish it wasn't like that. I also just really want to take you on a nice date." He reached up and stroked the fur on one of your ears, expression rueful. "You can wear whatever you want, but I think you would look beautiful in a dark blue dress."

"I don't own a dress."

"What?"

You flicked your ear thoughtfully.

"Do you have another reason, Jungkook?"

"... Uh..."

"Say, perhaps... showing me off?"

Jungkook's face turned bright red. "W-Well, yeah! You're the love of my life! I want to make people jealous of your hotness!"

You cocked his eyebrow, slightly vexed. "Hm, eager to flaunt that you bedded the Alpha's kin?"

Jungkook blinked at you. "What? Speak Korean please."

You paused, the irritation subsiding. That's right. He always forgot your position. By accident, you had slipped into more formal terms due to your annoyance. You were being unfair. Jungkook wasn't a pugnacious Dire chasing an ambition. He was just a guy who worked at a records store and liked being drooled on by you. 

Okay, that was a little harsh, but kind of true. 

"Sorry, I assumed something again," you apologized. "I'm too used to people having ulterior motives when they interact with me."

"I have ulterior motives," Jungkook piped up. 

You felt him try to grab your hips and lift you, but you firmly stayed in place. Jungkook swore under his breath. 

"Why do I work out five days a week and I still can't move you?" he puffed exasperatedly, shaking you by the waist.

"I'm shifting my center of gravity to counteract you–"

"Can't you romance or seduce me instead of science-ing me?" 

Silence. 

"No, that doesn't count," Jungkook gritted out, trying to resist. 

You opened your mouth and he was on you in a heartbeat. 

-

part iv

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masterpost

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

dire, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: One fateful night. That was all it took for Jeon Jungkook’s world to turn upside down. One mistake, one lick to the face, and something between biology? a spell? and now he’s horny as fuck for a Dire Wolf. Who needs catgirls when you have doggirls, right? 

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, world building, mentions of death, blood; eating raw meat; mentions of (species) discrimination and prejudice; violence; smut (fem reader, too much m-masturbation, m-receiving oral (ish?); saliva everywhere lol); non-idol!AU - werewolfAU; werewolf!reader x blond, human!Jungkook; switches between Jungkook’s POV and your POV; is JK a furry? you decide

tried to keep it fast paced during the world building, hopefully it doesn’t feel as long as it is haha and yes there’s a rap line cameo slipped in there hehe inspired by YOASOBI - 怪物 (Kaibutsu)

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He shouldn't be out so late at night. He had lost track of time, stayed out too late, and now he was paying for it, running, trying to stay swift and quiet, keeping out of the streetlights. The sky was pitch black, oppressively towering over the city. The moon was high above him, thick and full. 

A howl tore through the darkness.

The hair on the back of his neck raised. His breathing shallowed and he tried to move quicker, hiking to the tips of his sneakers, trying to avoid the fallen leaves. There was no one walking around. No one else would be crazy enough to be out this night. The wind swirled around him, as if it too was afraid, hurrying him along. Another howl followed. 

And then another. 

And another. 

Panic rose within him, breaking out into a full out run, not caring anymore about being silent because there was scraping now, claws on asphalt, insatiable huffs mixing with growls. 

This was why they had curfew on the nights of the full moon. 

He was going to die. 

Anyone in their homes was off limits. But he wasn't in his apartment, he wasn't home, and he was going to die, he was going to die, he was going to–

Strong arms grabbed his body from the air, dragging him into an alleyway. He almost screamed, but a hand clamped over his mouth, grip like iron.

A human hand. 

He was slammed against the alley wall, brick cutting into his thick hoodie, pain shooting up his back, tearing it up as he was thrown down onto the dirty sidewalk. The body followed, flattening over his. For such a strong grip, the weight was not as heavy as he expected. The stranger was wearing a dark hoodie as well, incredibly oversized, similar black jeans to his, but it was obvious they were several sizes too big, swamping the legs inside. 

He whimpered as his head was pushed into the brick. 

"Silence, human."

The hand was still over his mouth but his eyes widened. The voice was low, grating, yet distinctly female. The other hand, her left, popped up and he saw the tattoo on the back of her hand, a number below a wolf symbol.

Stay away from the Dire.

The Dire were the reason he was running. The Dire were the reason he was going to die. The Dire were the wolf people that lived among them, too many to not be members of society, but hated for what they were. Essentially werewolves, but not as romantic as the folktales like to make them. 

She reached up and lowered the face mask.

He could smell it on her breath. 

Blood.

He was going to die. 

He started at her teeth, sharp, pointed, a true carnivore, almost too big for her mouth. Still, he was surprised to see her mouth was mostly human, full lips, smooth skin. He thought all the Dire were forced into wolf form during the full moon. 

"Stay still."

She licked him.

His eyes went wide, unexpectedly seeing her lean over, long tongue extended, slobbering on his cheek, all the way to his temple. It coated his face, the scent of blood and something else – thick, intense, and heady, unlike anything else he had ever felt in his life. His eyes rolled back in his head, entire body shuddering at the touch, thighs quivering. Her hand pressed harder against his mouth and she drew back, turning her head, waiting. 

The snarls neared, then stopped. 

"I swore I smelled human here."

Heavy, thudding steps. His eyes snapped back to see the shadows dancing on the wall. Huge, misshapen shadows. Multiple ones. The fear rose within him, but she pressed her hand down on his lips, shaking her head just barely. Her body was still on top of his, covering it. He was very aware of her weight now, firm, solid. He heard more noises. Rustling. Harsh sniffing. 

"Ugh, let's get out of here. I smell a claim," came a deep, disgruntled grumble.

"We can take them." Higher pitched, a little annoying.

"Smell it, you fool."

A snorting whiff.

"Fuck, you're right. Let's get out."

Then the heavy steps bounded away, claws clacking on the concrete. 

She waited until the night was silent for a full minute before removing her hand from his mouth. His face was still covered in her saliva. He raised his hand to wipe it off, but she growled deep in her chest. The sound tingled throughout his nerves, igniting them. 

"Do you want to die, human?"

He froze at her cold tone. She backed up, hood falling.

Suddenly, he forgot how to breathe.

She had tall, pointed ears, fur silvery in the moonlight, with black tips. Her hair was wild, the strands probably thickened from the full moon. Whatever her usual eye color was replaced with bright yellow, flashing as she scanned the area outside the alleyway. She had a mole underneath her right eye, near the inner corner. 

She sighed, standing up. A bushy silver and black tail poked out from under the hoodie. Despite her smaller frame, there was sheer power in her stance, an unmistakable predator. 

"W-Why aren't you in wolf form?" he wondered out loud, breathless in awe.

She turned her head to look down at him. Something flitted in her eyes. Then her gaze hardened. 

"How close is your home?"

He swallowed, shakily standing up, aching all over. He pointed. "A block from here."

She stepped back, ticking her head. Her silvery ears were straight up, tufts of white hair sticking out of them. They looked soft, pretty. 

"Go home, human. The world will be yours when the sun rises."

She left quickly, light steps in her wake. 

-

You shadowed him until he entered his home. 

He didn't notice. 

Dumb human, almost getting himself killed.

-

The Dire wolf people lived among them. Some had good jobs, worked hard, and even had respect from human society. But most had low-paying jobs, poor reputations, and were behind bars. Because at the end of the day, they were carnivores. They hunted. They ate meat. Most of the time they hunted animals in the forest, with one exception. Any human out during the full moon was free game, no reprimand. Any other time was considered murder, but the full moon was theirs. That was the deal between the Dire Alpha and the nation. 

It was not a great deal, but that was the deal. 

Even though the Dire looked human most days, a few things gave them away. The ears, the fluffy tail, the teeth. Some Dire had them removed, clipped, or filed, for style, in shame, whichever. But every Dire had the tattoo on their left hand, complete with the identification number. If you didn't have a left hand, the national government put it wherever it could be visibly seen. 

That was also part of the deal between the Dire Alpha and the nation.

If you asked Jeon Jungkook, he tell you this deal was absolute shit, but there really wasn't anything anyone could do about it. 

No one except the Dire Alpha and the government.

We all know the old ones are set in their ways. 

-

"How much?"

Jeon Jungkook raised his head at the familiar voice. It wasn't as grating or rough as before, but it had a distinctive raspy huskiness to it that he recognized instantly. 

It was the middle of the day, at the local butcher's shop. The air was frigid, mostly to help keep the meat fresh. The prices were cheap here, definitely cheaper than the supermarket chain. 

He looked up to the counter to see a huge bag of meat sitting on the scale. Raw, red, bloody. The figure was wearing a dirty oversized black hoodie and jeans that were about four sizes too big, swamping the legs. Not that imposing, but there was something about that voice that made it imposing. 

The left hand slid out of the hoodie and sat on the counter. Wolf tattoo, numbers. Nails painted black, a wolf ring on her middle finger with glittering, opalescent stones for eyes. Her pinky had a simple silver band. She hasn't been wearing those rings on that night.

The butcher curled his lip and stated the price. 

Jungkook could see the weight from here. He did a quick calculation and furrowed his brows, marching up to the counter. 

"That's twice as much as you charge me."

The butcher looked startled that Jungkook had cut in. The hooded figure was wearing a face mask but there was no mistaking the mole under the inner corner of the right eye, even if she had her normal eye color now. 

"It's... it's higher quality meat!" the butcher sputtered, alarm rising in his throat. 

"Oh, shut up," the woman spat, reaching into her hoodie and dumping bills onto the counter. "There's no need to lie. Dires can do math as well as you, human." She grabbed the bag from the counter, growling. The butcher crawled back in fear, hand fumbling for the knife behind him. 

"Keep the change."

She yanked the bag off the counter and stalked away. Jungkook stared at the bills and shot the terrified butcher one last glare before he rushed out to follow. She wasn't that hard to find. The bag of meat was huge. It bulged against the thin plastic, almost breaking. Jungkook ran up to her, skidding on his sneakers and grabbed the bag from below, hoisting it up. 

The Dire turned her head, raising an eyebrow. 

"It'll fall," he explained, swallowing. She released her hand from the bag. The black face mask covered her expression but her eyes were visible. Careful, intense, not to be messed with. 

"Do you want it, human? Is that why you're bothering me?" she asked. Her tone wasn't condescending or rude, mostly impartial. 

"Uh, what? No, no, I was worried that the bag would break and the meat would fall to the ground and then you wouldn't be able to eat it..." Jungkook trailed off in his explanation. His nerves felt like they were on fire when she looked at him, even if they weren’t the same yellow color as that night.

Those eyes sparked with something unknown, squinting in amusement. There was a single bark of laughter, her chin lifting and hood sliding back a little, revealing some of her hair. 

"Silly human, everyone knows dogs can eat off the floor."

She said it lightheartedly, but there was bitterness, piercing like venom.

Jungkook frowned. 

"You're not a dog."

She raised an eyebrow. Reached up with her left hand, lowering the face mask. The wolf hand tattoo gleamed, dark despite probably having it for most of her life. The government probably forced her to touch it up every so often. His eyes widened as her face was revealed, nose, lips, chin. He remembered the intoxicating feeling of her tongue on his face. The way his whole body reacted, falling into it. Her mouth opened, white teeth sharp and pointed, but not as large as they were during the full moon. 

"Are you sure?" she growled.

It was the middle of the day. Lunchtime. Her right hand lifted, reaching into to the bag. Jungkook's eyes grew wider as her fingers closed around a hunk of meat, blood seeping onto the silver rings she wore on this hand, an intricate skull with a snake coming out of its mouth on her index and a silver band with script on it on her ring finger.

It read...

FEED.

She gripped the slippery meat and pulled it out of the bag. Brought it to her lips and sank her teeth in, tearing at it. She even turned her head sharply to the side, ripping the uncooked muscle to shreds.

Chewed. 

FEED.

Chewed slowly, staring. 

"Best stay away from the Dire, human. They are not nice like me."

"Thank you," Jungkook blurted. 

He did not know why he said it now. Now, as she was literally eating a chunk of raw meat in the middle of the fucking street, blood dropping down and seeping into the face mask on her chin. She was eating like an animal, probably on purpose to scare him, but all he could remember was arriving home and looking at himself in the mirror, her saliva stuck to his cheek and temple. 

She blinked, slowly. 

"Thank you for saving me."

She shoved the last bit of meat in between her lips. She looked thoughtful as she swallowed. Something seemed to be different now. 

"You're welcome, human. I'm glad you're safe."

She held her bloody hand out. 

"I need to feed. I would like to do so in peace, if you don't mind."

He jumped, holding out the bag of meat. She gripped it from the top and placed her left hand under it, supporting it as she took it from him. 

"Um."

He lowered his hands. She looked at him with impassioned eyes. 

"My name is Jeon Jungkook."

She tilted her head, a curious puppy gaze. 

"What... what's yours?"

-

You told the human your name.

Not your full name. Just your given name.

Part of you still wanted to refer to him as the dumb human.

But he did say you weren’t a dog.

That was nice of him to say.

-

Maybe he should have been disgusted, watching her eat raw meat like that.

Then again, maybe he was desensitized, because many Dire ate raw meat out in public. At restaurants and such. Usually with some sort of utensil though, and not with their hands.

Jungkook wasn’t sure what came over him to be honest. He just kept thinking about her tongue. The smell. The saliva. The two Dires hunting him had called it a claim. He wondered what that meant. He took to the internet.

The internet scared him.

He put down the internet.

He stared at his phone, reading the words that he had looked up in the web browser. What is a claim? That didn’t work. What is a Dire claim? Jungkook found the answer on a communal website that defined slang words.

A claim is when a Dire wolf claims a piece of property as theirs via marking them with their scent. Usually, that property is a mate or a human used as a sex slave.

The internet was scaring him. That can’t be right. She didn’t have sex with him. She didn’t even attempt to or try when they met again afterward. She had spent the time eating raw meat in front of his face. She didn’t even give him a phone number.  

“I don’t have a phone,” she said. “Such things are of no use to me.”

Who didn’t have a phone these days? He thought that was weird.

“If you want to find me, I can smell it off you. I will come. Or I will not.”

That was also weird.

But she was a wolf. So. Maybe not?

Jungkook did not have many interactions with the Dire. He met a banker once when he was withdrawing some money. Saw them went he bought groceries or went to amusement parks. The Dire didn’t really interact with humans. The Dire even went to different schools than the humans, so he wasn’t exposed to their customs. The education system didn’t focus much on Dre history or culture.

Also.

Sex slave???

Jungkook couldn’t stop thinking about it.

They must have been mistaken.

-

You could smell the human. He was thinking about you.

What was his name again?

Jungkook.

He was horny.

You snorted and went back to your shower.

 -

Jungkook was in the middle of gripping his dick when he realized.

If you want to find me, I can smell it off you.

Was there a radius? A limit?

The words sex slave kept flashing in his head.

Could she smell him now?

He stroked his cock, slowly.

Maybe?

He kept going.

-

You were in the middle of drying off when you smelled it.

You raised your eyebrows.

You went back to drying yourself off.

Your tail was drenched with water. Sigh. Perhaps you would have to blow dry it before sleeping.

 Oh dear.

He made a mess.

Could she... smell it?

No way, right?

-

“I can smell it, you know.”

Jungkook shot up out of his bed. He was shirtless. Fuck that, he was pants less too. He only had his underwear on, and the female Dire was standing in his bedroom, hood down, head cocked. His window was wide open, curtains flapping in the wind. Her fluffy silver ears were ruffling in the breeze.

It was nearly noon.

The next day.

After, well, the night he jacked off to thinking about her tongue.

She was fully clothed, in a giant gray hoodie and loose black pants, far too big for her. They looked clean, compared to last time they met. There was a black face mask under her chin, squishing her cheeks a little. As usual, her voice was a little raspy and husky, if not monotone.

“H-How did you… g-get in?” he sputtered, grabbing his covers and yanking them over him.

She raised an eyebrow. “This window, obviously.”

He stared at the window. How…? He was on the fifth floor.

“O-oh…?”

Her ears twitched, up and down. He watched them with fascination.

“Well. I just came to tell you that. That’s all.”

She turned around and placed her hands on the sides of his window.

“What are you–”

She turned back, lifting the hood up and over her head and ears.

“Good afternoon, by the way.”

And she launched herself out the window.

Jungkook’s eyes widened and he bolted out of the bed, scrambling to the window. He stuck his head out, looking down. Her sneakers deftly tapped windowsill after windowsill and she dropped down, landing on the sidewalk. She seemed to feel his gaze and looked up.

Tilted her head.

Then pulled the face mask up her nose and walked away as if nothing had happened.

I can smell it, you know.

He turned fifty shades of red and yanked his window closed, locking it, and drew the curtains.

-

The human had a clean bedroom. Shades of navy and dark wood. Pretty. A lot of speakers. Records. Did he actually play them or did he only have them for aesthetics? You knew humans these days loved aesthetics.  It was trendy. That’s all they cared about, really.

So, why did the human do that last night?

You wondered.

Maybe he was desperate or something.

No.

He wasn’t that ugly. And, even ugly humans these days could attract mates. With personality. And such.

Maybe he was a freak or something.

Ah.

Yes.

Sexualizing the Dire.

There were people like that.

You nodded, accepting this as your answer and went on your way.

-

Jungkook stood at the counter of the records store.

He worked here most days as the cashier. The manager was rarely here. At this point, it was basically Jungkook’s store without the actual responsibility of paying the rent for it. Jungkook was fine with that. He liked talking about music, not fighting with landlords about the raising rent prices.

There were a few people in the store. A guy with dark hair and cat-like eyes, frowning as he looked even though he probably wasn’t upset by anything. He was probably just frowning because that was his default expression. Another guy with colorful clothes and an equally brilliant smile was browsing through the ’80s section. He looked quite cheerful. There was another tall guy with an inquisitive face that was inspecting the artwork on every single record. He nearly dropped them six times.

Jungkook was a little worried about him.

Also, he couldn’t stop thinking about how the Dire said she could smell his orgasm.

Or rather, his orgasm as he thought about her.

Maybe if he just…

Did it without thinking about her.

But that was impossible.

If he tried not thinking about her, then he would end up thinking about her. That was how ‘The Game’ worked and, fuck, now he just lost that too.

Sigh.

“Could I buy this?”

Oh, thank God, please don’t drop it again, Jungkook thought as he pleasantly rang up Kim Namjoon.

-

Should you eat the cheese?

You ate the cheese.

It was very delicious.

Maybe you should buy more cheese. You father did not like you eating human food. Every meal was only raw meat. It was fine, but boring. You could digest human food, but only in small portions, and still had to eat meat. You didn’t really have much chance to eat human food anyway. But you had bought this cheese out of curiosity. It had smelled interesting.

So, you ate it.

And it was good.

The human was horny again.

The human really needed to stop this.

You rubbed your chin. Perhaps it was the claiming. Still, he shouldn’t have noticed what it was. Humans couldn’t smell it like other wolves could. Maybe he was starved for intimacy. Maybe no other human had licked him like that. You frowned. Why not? He seemed attractive. Long, ashy bleached hair with strong features and pouty lips. He had moles too, one under his lip, one on his nose, and one on his cheek. You only had one on your face, the one under your right eye. He had tattoos, an entire right sleeve, all the way up to his shoulder. You liked the red eyeball one. That was interesting.

You ate another piece of cheese.

You wouldn’t have marked your scent on him, but it was meant to mask his human one. He was going to die if you hadn’t. You didn’t need to do anything other than the simple lick. You had a strong scent, only outdone by the Dire Alpha.

Your father.

You ate another piece of cheese.

The human was really wanting you.

Should you have saved him? You had saved humans before. You did it often, on full moon nights. You never had to mark a claim though. Every other time, all you needed to do was drag them to safety. They sometimes thanked you and sometimes screamed in fear before slamming their doors in your face. Odd. Some thought about you afterwards, but not like this. You father would not like you saving the humans, but you didn’t really care. You father was an ass to the humans.

He was kind of an ass to you too, but he was less of an ass to you than to everyone else, so you accepted it. You were his only daughter, after all.

The human was having a good time.

You raised an eyebrow and ate another piece of cheese.

Let him be.

-

What if he just…

“This is the third time this week.”

Jungkook jumped, throwing himself into the wall. He was standing in his kitchen, and the window was opening, the female Dire sliding in, hands first, then legs, too much fabric. She must have had a smaller body than her clothes showed, because the window was not that big. The hood of her blue hoodie fell back, revealing her silvery pointed ears. She was still wearing her black face mask. Dark brown pants. Dirty white sneakers all over his countertop.

“H-Hey!”

“Stop jacking off thinking about me.”

“What?”

She slumped down on the counter, legs hanging off the edge. Her ears flickered back and forth. It was early evening. He had been trying to decide on whether to make dinner first or, well.

The other thing.

Her tail slid out of the bunched up blue hoodie, slapping against the gray countertop. Silvery fur, tipped black. It looked really soft. He kind of wanted to pet it. No, he very much wanted to pet it.

“Human.”

Jungkook snapped to attention. He did not really know how to feel about her breaking into his apartment like this. He wasn’t mad at it. Just didn’t understand how or why she kept doing it. He could have opened the front door for her. She didn’t lower her face mask.

“You are distracting me with your constant masturbating, so I would appreciate it if you watched some other porn and did it to that.”

“E-eh?” He swallowed. “H-How would you know?”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course, I know. I told you, if you want to find me, I can smell it. What more want is there than sex?”

Jungkook blinked at her.

“Are all Dires like that?”

She tilted her head.

“No.”

Finally, she reached up and lowered the mask. Her voice was now less muffled, still husky though.

“Only strong Dires can discern who desires them. And most can only smell it when it’s sexual desire, driven by the need to mate. My nose is a little more sensitive.” Her fluffy tail thumped. “I can smell you if you are simply wanting my presence.”

She didn’t move from the counter. Just kept talking to him as if this was normal.

“Humans do not usually desire Dires. It is typically the other way around.”

Sex slave???

“And Dires frequently simply use humans for fun.”

Jungkook’s brain was still fixated on that weird definition he had found on the internet.

“But, in any case, pheromones are usually not compatible, so therefore most humans don’t even realize they’re not physically attracted to Dires. Which is probably why the segregation is so strong, even now.”

She was giving him a biology lesson and his dick was wondering if he was going to get any action.

“Anyway,” she finally said, raising one of her sneakers to place it on his counter. Jungkook winced. So dirty. He would have to deep clean that counter the second she left. “Go get laid or something.”

“I tried.”

She looked like she was about to get up and paused. Her head turned; wolf ears perked.

Jungkook’s cheeks burned hot as he shifted his eyes. “I tried earlier this week. I wasn’t… masturbating.”

No expression.

She raised her face mask to cover her nose and stood up.

“Human.”

Jungkook looked up at her.

“That’s weird.”

And she slithered out his kitchen window.

He didn’t even bother to see if she made it safely. He could hear her deft sneakers touching the wall before the heavy sound of her dropping down to the sidewalk.

-

From now on, you ignored it.

Humans were peculiar.

-

Maybe he was just… weird?

Jungkook leaned against the at the counter of the records shop, hand on his chin tapping his cheek. No one was in the store.

He never really thought about his sexuality much. He just did stuff when the opportunity arose, mostly because he was horny and the chance was there. He never noticed that everyone who was interested in him was human or even those he had a minor interest in were human. Why was that? Why didn’t he think about Dires sexually until that female one licked him like that?

And now she was all he could think about, which was weird because he never really thought about them like that at all.

The wolf people weren’t well liked by society and Jungkook, while not going along with it mindlessly, was definitely influenced by popular opinion. He stayed out of their way, took more care when he noticed a group of them congregating at the sidewalk, and did not have idle chat with them like he would with a human.

He bit his lip thinking about it. He did not like that he only noticed this now.

It took lust for him to realize that he had innate prejudice.

That was a little fucked up.

But better than never noticing?

Jungkook slumped onto the counter. Maybe she could tell. Maybe that’s why she acted so aloof and indifferent. Could she discern his emotions when they were close? He didn’t really know what was fact or fiction when it came to the Dire wolf people. He knew the Dire couldn’t turn humans like the stories. That was just a fable. They could eat them though. That wasn’t a fable.

He wondered how genetics worked. Could they have children?

Was he seriously speculating if be could have children with the silvery female Dire right now?

Jungkook blinked slowly.

Oh, fuck, what if he was weird?

-

You slipped your silver rings onto your aching fingers.

The wolf one.

The silver band.

The skull with the snake.

The FEED ring.

And now, a large opalescent gem inlaid with a star design around the stone, onto your right thumb.

Around your neck was a medium-weight silver chain, carrying the symbol of the family of the Alpha. The jagged diamond shaped like the full moon with a platinum plum flower pressed into the center. The pendant was over ten centimeters wide and hung like a weight under your collarbones.

This was a stupid tradition.

Still, you put it all on because your father insisted. You were proud to be his daughter, but this shit was unnecessary in your opinion.

You licked the back of your forearm, sighing. You were cleaning the blood off. The gash was deep, but it would heal. It was clotting quickly.

Unlike the other times you were outside, you had been previously dressed in a tight, short, sleeveless robe. Silver, with a black sash, and black shorts. Your tail out and proud, not hidden. Ears up and well brushed, hair braided back. There wasn’t much other clothing, because it all immediately got ripped off.

That’s what happened when you changed into wolf form.

You always wondered why the wolf form was always such a contrast to your human form. It made life somewhat inconvenient.

This tradition was stupid, but it was what your father wanted, so you did as you were told. And besides, you hadn’t wanted to marry the other Dire anyway.

You looked down at the silver rings.

The symbols of each family that had tried to present their suitors to your father. Five in total you father accepted to the ritualistic arena. And all five you defeated, now adorned on your hands. They were all different, from rich to poor. The simpler ones were from the poorer families. Your father didn’t care about family background, at least. He wasn’t classiest. Was that a good point?

Your father only cared about one thing.

Power.

If you were to be Alpha, then you needed to have a strong husband.

The point of the ritual wasn’t for you to be defeated. It was for you to be matched. If you didn’t want the match, you had to defeat your opponent.

Which usually meant kill, but you infuriated your father by only breaking bones until the other Dire begged for the ritual to end. He really hated that, but you didn’t care. The Alpha tried to kill them himself, but you always pinned him down, stopping him.

Your father never told you he loved you. You only knew he did because he let you pin him down and stop him, even though he could probably fight you tooth and nail and win. But not without killing his own daughter and he would never.

“They are strong, Father. You let them in this arena. The pack needs strength.”

It was fucking stupid to kill the strongest men in your pack on the sole basis that they wanted to marry you. Again, why this ritual was stupid. Your father saw reason, but not without losing his temper first and trying to kill them.

Again, why your father was an ass.

You checked the gashes on your naked body. They were clotting fast, a result of your Dire blood and Alpha family strength. They were nothing more than flesh wounds. The other Dire male was strong, but slow. He hadn’t been able to get a good hit on you and make you submit.

One day, you might have to kill your opponents.

You had killed before, executions for those that transgressed the Dire law. If a Dire broke human law, they were tried by the humans. But if they broke Dire law, they were tried by the Dire. And trial by Dire usually meant death. Your father made your carry out the executions, because you didn’t like killing. You felt a little less bad about it because those Dire were seriously twisted.

But once you were Alpha, you would have to fight those who challenged your rule.

Would you kill them?

Or would you let them live and allow them to keep challenging you?

You sighed. That would be very tiring.

It would be much easier if the Dire could listen to reason, but they mostly only listened to strength.

Why couldn’t you be courted like humans? Clumsily falling in love, doing silly romantic actions, nervously picking out gifts. Actually, most Dires were like that too. You were the exception because you were the Alpha’s child. It wouldn’t have mattered if you were male or female. The difference in strength was negligible when it came to the Dire. Your people were not like the humans.

You sat on your bed. Your room was black, with accents of silver. Black furniture with carved images of wolves everywhere. A high canopy bed, with velvet curtains tied back with silver rope. You had never untied them in your entire life. What was the point of them? Too ornate and too frivolous for your taste, but you didn’t pick out this décor. The Alpha did. You didn’t have much interest in interior design anyway. The velvet duvet underneath you warmed your naked body.

You settled down, resting your chin on your hands, legs curled around you.

You did not hate being your father’s daughter, but sometimes you wished your biggest problem was being horny and constantly annoying a Dire with your insatiable lust.

You breathed out and your head tipped over, slowly falling into sleep.

The human was still going at it.

-

Jungkook was pretty sure he was going to die.

Last time he thought he was going to die, he was saved.

But this time, it was not the night of the full moon and he was already ganged up by five Dire males who decided mugging him and kicking his ass was a great idea on this random Tuesday night.

Should Jungkook have given them the money outright? Yeah, maybe, but he had a bad day, snapped at the first guy and told him to fuck off, only for two guys to grab him by the armpits and drag him into the alley where two more were waiting and they were currently beating the shit out of him. He was fighting back, kicking and twisting, but it was still five guys and he was rapidly losing strength despite the adrenaline. He was a good fighter and he got a couple of good hits, but a couple kicks to the solar plexus and he was seeing stars, gasping, pain all over.

“Stupid human,” one of them cackled. “You should have listened like the weak species you are.”

Fucking shit. Was a rib broken? He didn’t know. His vision was clouding and his lungs were on fire. Why was no one helping him? No one could help him. He was going to die in this dirty back alley.

Don’t let her see me like this.

The roar tore through the night.

Like bowling pins, the Dire males were scattered, flung aside suddenly by a strong force. Jungkook crumpled, unexpectedly let go. A pained shriek left his throat as he hit the floor, his battered body further injured by the concrete. He could barely see, hazed by pain. The only thing he could see was a huge silver blur. He could hear better.

The sounds.

Gashing of teeth, vicious growling, the sound of ripping flesh as claws tore in, violent smacks of bodies being thrown around. Cries of immense pain as the five were thrown around like rag dolls by the massive silver figure. The voice, booming and intense, with the distinctive huskiness.

“Weak, pathetic creatures,” came the snarl, pure authority to the whimpers of the beaten. “Do you think you are strong, ganging up five against one? You insecure imbeciles, I will show you what true strength is.”

“P-please, it’s just a human!”

Another roar and there were the sounds of a slap and a yelp.

“You embarrass the name of the Dire. Get out of my sight or your families will have one less member to feed.”

Teeth snapped savagely and the five males scrambled away, whimpering and sobbing as they rushed out of the alley on all fours. Jungkook could hear the large form letting out huffs of rage and exertion. He blinked, trying to clear his vision. Silver fur tipped with black. Obvious, rippling muscle underneath the layers of fur, down to a bushy tail and canine legs, far too large for a domestic dog. There was a pattern on the wolf’s back. Some of the fur was white, creating the shape of a large crescent moon that went from the shoulder blades to the small of the wolf’s back.

The wolf turned around.

Large silver ears with black tips, elongated snout. A black nose, far too many teeth, and yellow eyes, with a tiny patch of black under the right one, disturbing the otherwise perfectly silver fur. Anthropomorphic, but with long, wicked black claws tipping each finger. Around the neck was a necklace with a circular pendant, jagged diamond with a platinum plum flower pressed in the center, five rings slipped onto the chain. A wolf with opalescent eyes. A silver band. A skull with a snake. A script one that read, FEED. A large opalescent gem with stars. The pendant and rings looked small on the furry chest, but Jungkook suspected it was because the wolf was huge.

He had never seen a fully transformed Dire in real life before.

The wolf bent down, breathing out. Hot, heavy, intense.

“Human,” the wolf said, voice deep but still recognizable.

Jungkook whispered her name, pain overtaking him.

“You should have called for me.”

-

He woke up.

Everything hurt.

He was in the hospital.

He tried to lift his head and look around, but he couldn’t focus on anything. It was like his eyes hadn’t been opened in years and they no longer knew how to process light. All he saw was a black blob at the end of the bed, furry silver splotches twitching at his movement.

Unconsciousness took over once again.

-

“You’re free to go.”

His parents picked him up from the hospital. They asked him so many questions, and Jungkook struggled to answer with his limited memory. He was worried for them too, asking about the medical bill, wishing he hadn’t been so stupid and put such a burden on them, but they blinked at him, confused.

“The nurses said everything was paid for already.”

What?

“They said someone brought you to the hospital and an anonymous donor paid for everything.”

-

You father found out you saved the human.

The five wolves had babbled, the little shits.

He was angry at you, but also proud you smacked around the five Dires like the bitches they were.

Still, you used his money to pay for the medical bills.

So.

He had you kill each one in front of their parents.

It was very unpleasant.

You told him that wouldn’t earn you much favor with the pack if you were killing them over a simple human. Your father told you that was your problem for saving the human. You could have let the five Dires kill the human and let them be persecuted by the humans instead of saving him and letting the Alpha decide the fate of the Dires.

“But then the human would be dead.”

“So?”

Your father was an ass.

-

“How are you, human?”

Jungkook mumbled in his sleep. He squinted and blinked as he heard the raspy voice. It felt a little cold. He could feel a slight breeze. He turned his head and opened his eyes.

The female Dire was looking down at him.

He jumped, but she pressed a hand to his chest, steadying him. Pain shot up his torso from the sudden movement. Her black hood was pushed back, revealing her hair and her large wolf ears. Face mask taken off, hanging by one ear. The hand on his chest was her right. Three rings. Gem on the thumb, skull on the middle, FEED script on the ring finger.

“I wouldn’t do that.”

His window was open. Of course.

She looked solemn. Worried. Tired.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked.

She removed her hand and brushed his hair away from his face. He hadn’t been able to upkeep the blond well because of his injuries. It was getting a little brassy. His mom came over every week for a few hours to help him out with house chores, but he bathed alone. He could still do it, slowly. His parents lived in a different province, after all.

“I am a bit disappointed you didn’t think of me immediately,” she said quietly with a small smile. “Am I only interesting to you when you’re jacking off?”

His cheeks heated. “U-uh…”

She lowered her hand to the bed. “Then again, you were probably too busy thinking about survival.”

She looked sad for some reason. Jungkook frowned, watching her look around his room.

“Have you been getting by well? Do you need monetary help?”

“Was it you?” he questioned.

She turned back. She seemed to know what he was referring to. “It was me.”

“Are you rich?”

She tilted her head. “Something like that.” Amusement flitted in her eyes. “Is that it, human? You want money?”

Jungkook looked into her eyes.

“Why do you always think you know what I want?”

The female Dire paused. Jungkook had been thinking about this for a while now. She seemed to have a fixed opinion of who he was, not bothering to learn more. She came and went as she pleased, as if she owned the place. She was not without some sense of entitlement. He didn’t know why that was, but he had accepted it because of his initial attraction that was still very much there. But he too, was disappointed. He was disappointed that she didn’t try to get to know him and simply observed him and assumed things.

She smiled a little. “I suppose it is because of the way I grew up.”

“That’s not an excuse.”

She chuckled. “No, human, it is not.”

“I have a name, you know,” he pouted.

Her smile widened. It was pleasant, not teasing or mean.

“Yes, Jungkook, I remember.”

-

“Why do you only come through the window?” Jungkook complained.

She crawled through the opening, hands touching the floor first before swinging her legs in, removing her sneakers and placing them on the towel next to the window.

“Because,” she said, patting down her gray hoodie. “I don’t like the door.”

“Why not?”

“The humans will see me enter.”

Jungkook pursed his lips. “It’s the same.”

“It is not,” she retorted. “If I enter by the door, your neighbors will have reason to question you, judge you, hate you. If I enter by the window, then they will only find out by being nosy and they cannot display this obvious prejudice to your face.”

“Someone will think you’re breaking and entering and call the police.”

“I will handle it then.”

Jungkook frowned. “Who cares if they hate me?”

“I do.”

She pushed her hood back and made eye contact with him.

“I care.”

She looked down at the laundry he was attempting to fold.

“You are terrible at that.”

-

“You have another ring.”

“Yes.”

It was a black stone with a bone pressed into it as the silver band.

“What do they mean?”

You looked down at it. It was on your left index finger. You were wiping the blood of the gash above your left eyebrow in his bathroom. He looked much better now, the human. Fuller, less broken than the last time you saw him. You saw some bruising on his ribcage, but he was mostly healed now. In contrast, you ached all over, wrapped up underneath the large blue hoodie you wore. The gash on your eyebrow had reopened when the girl in his bedroom had thrown one of his Bluetooth speakers at you when you entered from his window.

Well, to be fair, you had thought he was masturbating.

He made this confusing sometimes.

“I think I scared her.”

Jungkook laughed. “You did. She fucking ran.”

“Are you going to explain?”

Jungkook shrugged. “I could, but she was pretty drunk when she got on top of me, so I don’t even know if she will remember.”

He was naked at first, but he yanked on some underwear after you appeared. The first couple times you visited him, he cared more about his appearance, but as time went on, he seemed to care less and less. He was more worried about your cut that was already clotting.

“What do they mean?” Jungkook asked again, pointing to the rings.

“They’re trophies,” you replied, flecking away from dried blood into his sink. “From defeating the suitors trying to woo me.”

“Huh.” Jungkook watched you rinse off your eyebrow. “You can’t just get drunk and fuck?”

“I can. I just have to viciously beat the living shit out of them if they want to marry me.”

“Damn, every Dire has to do that?”

You lifted your head, water dripping down your face.

“No.”

You suddenly felt very heavy.

“Just me.”

Jungkook stared at you through the mirror. His blond hair was more well-kept now, ashy and light.

“Why?”

You wiped the water off, shaking your hand onto the sink bowl.

“Because of tradition.”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. “Sounds like that tradition sucks ass.”

You chuckled. “It does.”

He scratched his nose. “Uh, so… Why did you come?”

You stared at the drain of the sink.

“Because you wanted me.”

You could hear the embarrassment in his voice. “But you, uh… never come during the act.”

You kept staring at the drain.

“You have a nice life, Jungkook.”

“Huh?”

You lifted your head, exhaling tiredly. You were aware he was watching you, but you were looking at yourself, at the cut above your eyebrow, at your own eyes, hours before bloodthirsty and violently gold, at the pointed teeth and the furry ears and the everything, the fucking everything and for some reason you hated it all, you hated it and wanted to be human, just like Jungkook, just be human and do dumb shit like have drunk sex with a stranger, but instead you had just competed in some primitive combat ritual with some male Dire who thought he was hot shit and wanted to be the Alpha’s partner.

You wanted to scream.

“I wish I could just get drunk and fuck.”

Jungkook blinked at you.

“Well, uh… I have some soju… and a dick, so…?”

He was relentless. Why? Was he even aware of it? You suddenly narrowed your eyes.

“Why are you turned on by me?”

Jungkook blinked faster, cheeks flushing pink.

“Uh… I don’t know?”

You frowned. “It shouldn’t be possible.” You turned around and tilted your head at him, inspecting his anxious, self-conscious expression. “All this, since that night. Since the claim.” Jungkook stiffened, but you figured it was because you were verbally analyzing the situation. “But the claim is my scent painted on you. It is a possessive action and should have no effect on the way you feel about me.” You placed a hand on your chin and walked out of his bathroom, still thinking. “Unless for some reason you reacted to my scent. But how could that be? You’re human. Sure, humans sexualize Dires, but it is more of a fetishization in most cases.”

You spun around, standing in his bedroom, where, ten minutes before, he had been in the middle of getting head from a stranger.

“Did you react to my scent?”

Jungkook’s eyes darted from side to side. “Uh.”

You waited.

“I don’t know what that means.”

You waved a hand impatiently. “The scent of the saliva. Is that what you think about when you’re getting off?”

Jungkook shoved his hands in front of his boxer briefs. Your eyes darted down at the action. Then you lifted your gaze.

“You reacted.”

“Uh…”

You moved your tongue in your mouth, producing the saliva enriched your scent. Then you opened your mouth and breathed out, tongue extended and glistening.

Jungkook crossed the room instantly like he was pulled on a string.

You shoved your tongue back in your mouth, startled.

“You do react.”

His body collided into yours and his hands gripped your arms, pushing your body into his. He was breathing hard, right into your face, eyes glazed, lower lip quivering.

“Wha… what happened?” he gasped.

You frowned a little, cocking your head. No one had ever reacted so strongly to your scent before. Sure, all the male Dires were supposedly attracted to you, but that was because you were the Alpha’s daughter and all of them wanted to be the Alpha’s partner. But Jungkook’s reaction was completely pure, because he had no such external desires that drove his attraction.

Just one weird night where you licked him in the face.

-

She was so close.

So fucking close.

And Jungkook could smell it, feel it, needed it.

“Uh… I know you’re trying to break down the science of this, but I’m really fucking horny right now.”

Her silvery ears flicked upwards and she raised her head to make eye contact with him. Was it his imagination or did her irises become flecked with gold?

"Oh, right. I suppose you are."

He frowned at that. She seemed to be contemplating something. Then she removed her arms from his hands. He let go, but the feeling in the pit of his stomach remained. Like he was possessed, like all of his blood was calling him to the Dire. 

"Jungkook," she said slowly in that husky voice of hers. "Today is not a good day to see my body."

I beg to differ, he wanted to say, but she cracked her neck, holding up her left hand, the black stone on the index finger gleaming.

"I had a fight today, so I've got some cuts," she clarified. "Don't want to bleed all over your sheets and stuff."

"Oh." Right. He wondered how bad it was. "Are you in pain?"

She tilted her head, one ear flattening. Fuck. She looked so cute.

"No. Well, I am, but it's familiar so it doesn't seem too bad."

The ear raised again and she breathed in, eyes on him once more. No, he wasn't going crazy. There was definitely gold laced in her iris color. 

"Let me smell you, Jungkook."

"Uh... sure?"

She leaned in, sniffing his neck. Jungkook was suddenly aware that he was mostly naked, but there was no time to think about that as her breath wafted against his collarbone, her silvery wolf ear brushing his jaw. Oh! It was furry. Well, yeah, duh, it was obviously furry, but he hadn't expected the contact. He stiffened as she bent down, sniffing his chest, tilting her head this way and that, not touching him except for the soft huffs of breath on his skin. It was not making him any less horny. In fact, it was making it worse. Hopefully she didn't–

She dropped to her knees and took a huge whiff his crotch. 

Oooooookay, now that wasn't what Jungkook thought was going to happen, but he wasn't exactly complaining, but also it was kind of embarrassing because he was pretty damn hard now–

She shoved her nose into his clothed cock and inhaled. 

He moaned. 

What?

He couldn't help it! He was already horny, was midway in getting a blowjob from some random girl he picked up at a bar but spent the entire said blowjob thinking about her tongue, and then the female DIre interrupted by arriving, and after that she did that weird breathing thing that made his body all hot and bothered, and now her face was all up in his dick! 

She nuzzled around, either ignoring or not caring about how he was grimacing, trying to muffle his lustful groans behind closed lips. Did he maybe have a preference for blowjobs over pussy now because of the whole lick-on-the-face thing? Maybe. Okay, yes, absolutely. Was this probably turning him on too much? 

Yes. Yes, it was. 

Jungkook looked down. Oh, fuck. It made him harder, seeing her face pressed into his crotch, eyes closed, nose buried in the crook of his cock and balls, silvery ears perked with interest. Her bushy tail poked out of her hoodie, swaying from side to side.

Was her tall... wagging?

She inhaled sharply and one of his balls pressed against the fabric, right to her soft lips.

His hips bucked into her face. 

She made a disgruntled noise and pulled back, rubbing her nose. 

"Sorry! S-sorry, it's too... a-are you okay?" Jungkook sputtered, very disappointed in himself.

She made a strange noise, hurrrmph, and sat down on the floor, pushing her sleeves up. He saw the scratches on her arms, cut up and slashed, but all clotted and dark. Did she heal quicker than a human? Her hands glinted with the various silver rings. 

"You smell different than a regular human," she murmured. "Do you have wolf blood in your family?"

"Uh... no? At least, I don't think so?" Jungkook scrunched up his face. He didn’t remember any Dire present at his family reunions.

She pursed her lips. "Maybe it's a genetic mutation."

He wished she would address the fact that she had made a giant tent in his boxer briefs instead of trying to break down the biology of his desire for her. 

"Maybe I'm attracted to you too? Maybe that’s why you smell different," she pondered. "But I can't really tell until I smell your orgasm."

Please, you're driving me crazy. 

"Well, uh, that could be arranged... in probably less than a few minutes..."

She raised her eyebrows and looked up at him. 

"Okay."

She placed her hands on her lap and sat up, opening her mouth. Pink tongue sliding out, white pointed teeth visible. Wicked, sharp, definitely capable of chewing on flesh.

Oh.

No.

This wasn't turning him off. 

"Um... should I just...?"

"Onto my tongue, mhm," she said with her mouth open. 

What?

"Er... this is kinda awkward..." he said, even though his dick was screaming at him to fucking do it. 

She closed her mouth. "Do you need encouragement?"

Jungkook felt his face heat. "Uh..." He watched her tail sway slowly. "Maybe?"

"You seem hard enough."

He swallowed. 

"You also have casual sex with strangers."

Yeah, his face was definitely on fire.

"So, what's the difference?"

I don't know, maybe because... the reason I have casual sex with strangers is because I can't stop thinking about your tongue and saliva???

Then it hit him again. 

The feeling, the need, rising, all encompassing, like a flurry of desire overtaking him. Jungkook snapped his head back to see her tongue trace her teeth, coating them with saliva, the scent, the scent. He could smell it and rousing him instantly, suffocating the embarrassment.

"Y-You're cheating..." he moaned, his fingertips touching the waistband of his underwear, cock throbbing uncomfortably.

A single eyebrow raised. Playful. Ears perked, tall rising, eyes flecked with gold, the mole underneath her right inner corner a little scrunched from her smile. Mouth open, tongue glistening.

She breathed out. 

Jungkook had a split second of – how weird does this make me? – before he realized he didn't give a shit and shoved his underwear down, right hand clasping his stiff length. Oh, fuck, it felt so good, even if he was only touching himself, because he could see her, her face, her tongue, smell the scent that had covered him that night. He stroked himself right in front of her face, grasping his cock firmly and pumping it, wincing at the lack of lubrication. 

"C... closer, please..."

Her eyes traveled down. She slid closer, hot breath on his hand and the swollen head.

"Move your hand," she rasped. 

He whimpered and lowered his hand to the base of his cock, holding it in place.

"A-are you going to...?" 

Her eyes flickered upward. Smirk on her lips. 

"You look like you need some assistance."

Then she collected the saliva on her tongue and let out drip down onto his swollen cock. 

Ho-o-oly shit.

Warm, wet, thick, saturated with her scent, so erotic that his hand slid up to catch it and spread it all over him, his length, his balls, fucking everywhere. His head was clouded, his core was on fire, his cock was slippery, and her eyes were on him, blazing gold.

"Better?"

The scorching rasp faded on his equally hot skin. 

Jungkook was gone. 

His hand was moving automatically, closing around him and pumping fast and hard, breathy gasps leaking from his lungs, instinct taking over and consuming him, completely focused on chasing his release, staring into gold and peeled back lips exposing sharp teeth and strings of saliva clinging to the insides of her dark pink mouth and tongue. He whimpered in desperation, her name drifting out of his lips like smoke. 

Her tongue lowered, dripping spit onto his bedroom floor.

"Jungkook."

Like a rumble, deep in her chest, a command.

The fire inside him exploded and he gasped, grabbing her head and shooting straight into her open mouth, coating her tongue, teeth, and lips. The force was so strong that his entire body shook, fingers grasping one of her silvery ears, pleasure shooting up his spine like lightning, racking his ribs. She growled low, tongue scooping it in, swallowing in large gulps, voracious grunts as she leaned forward, swiping her tongue on the head to collect the last bits dribbling from the tip. 

O-oh, fuck, it was pure elation and ecstasy.

The high was so high that Jungkook momentarily forgot he was standing and fell, tanged from his underwear still around his knees, yelping as strong arms caught him and brought his shaking body to her chest. Almost possessive. Her breathing was coming out in harsh puffs, tongue still licking her lips. 

She reached up and brushed his blond hair out of his eyes. The gold streaks in her irises still seemed so strong. 

"Are you okay?" she chuckled. "People don't usually fall over."

"Uh... yeah..." His face heated at their closeness but, somehow, he didn't want her to let him go. He was much too large to fit in her lap, but she held him easily as if this wasn't awkward for her at all. "I don't usually, uh... fall over."

She hummed. Jungkook started as her fluffy tail brushed against his legs. So soft. 

Silence.

Her breathing calmed, the gold fading. Her left hand on his leg raised and she swept back her hair, rubbing the ear he had yanked at. 

"Oh, sorry... sorry about that..." 

Her right hand was around his back and upper arm. She turned her head, face right next to his. He gulped. She lowered her left hand, placing it on his chest. 

"Don't worry. I doubt you could do any real physical damage to me," she chuckled, caressing his skin. 

Their faces were so close. If he just...

"So, uh... what are the results?" Jungkook whispered.

Her eyes weren't giving him any hints. He kept staring at the mole underneath the inner corner of her right eye.

"Hm?"

"Uh." Mole. Eyes. Mole. Eyes. An amused spark as she noticed. His eyes dropped down to her lips. "Are you... attracted to me?"

Wait. 

She tilted her head. 

The lips were getting closer. 

"Unfortunately for you," she whispered. "I am."

And then she kissed him, soft and warm, a resigned sigh in her chest, her hand holding him close. She still tasted a little bit like his cum, but he could also taste the unique flavor of her, sensual and addictive. His hands found her hoodie and he righted himself, pressing back into her lips. She smiled, backing up a little. He whined, tugging her back, but she was stronger, unmoving. 

"Jungkook," she said gently. "Maybe calm your insatiable hormones for a second and think about what I am."

He opened his eyes, gazing at her through his lashes. 

"You're a fucking tease, that's what you are," he hissed, grip on her hoodie tightening. "You can't just give me a taste and not expect me to want more."

Her smile was frisky, but also rueful. 

"Ah, I admit I probably shouldn't have done that." She placed her hands on his, silver rings cool in his hot skin. Prying his fingers open one by one, releasing his grip on her. "Perhaps my curiosity got the best of me."

Jungkook frowned. "You're not a cat."

She laughed. It was like a bark, a little husky, but lovely, full of life. It sounded genuinely happy, fading into light chuckles.

"Not tonight, alright? I'm all beaten up." She pointed to the cut above her brow. "It's worse under these clothes, believe me."

"I can be the judge of that."

She flicked his chest. He winced, rubbing the sore spot. Damn. She had a mean flick. 

"Give me some time." She stood up, looking troubled.

"Okay."

He yanked his underwear back up as she went over to her sneakers, slipping into them. 

"But don't take too long or I'm going to relentlessly jack off thinking about you now that I have more material."

She was halfway out the window but stopped, looking back at him with a raised brow. 

"Jungkook."

She pulled up her hood.

"You're weird."

And then she jumped down. 

"Yeah, yeah, don't keep reminding me," he mumbled, shoving the window closed and drawing the curtains. 

-

part ii

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masterpost

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

dire ii, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: The only way that this can be summarized is: "Does your horniness outweigh common sense once again?" And, well, when the female Dire Wolf does that weird pheromone thing, Jeon Jungkook just can’t say no. 

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, world building, eating raw meat; mentions of (species) discrimination and prejudice; violence; smut (fem reader, still too much m-masturbation, thigh fucking, unprotected sex (ty biology), creampie, cockwarming, biting/marking, cowgirl, saliva everywhere lol); non-idol!AU - werewolfAU / soulmates?; werewolf!reader x blond, human!Jungkook; switches between Jungkook’s POV and your POV; is JK a furry? you decide

this is long because smut lmao (but also fluff) yes, I break the fourth wall, it just fit haha inspired by YOASOBI - 怪物 (Kaibutsu)

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part i

-

"Stop jacking off!"

He heard the vicious snarl the second the window opened but he didn't stop. 

"Hasn't your dick fallen off yet, you animal–"

"It's been a whole fucking month," Jungkook gritted out, throwing his head back into his pillows as he continued stroking himself. "The fuck is wrong with you?"

"With me?" came the disbelieving huff at the foot of his bed. "I'm a busy woman. I'm not like you, masturbating every five seconds," she barked. 

He brought his head back and glared down on her. Completely froze. Even his hand on his cock slowed. 

She was frowning at him at the base of his bed, wearing a torn up black hoodie. It had huge slashes in it across the chest and shoulders, barely holding on. He could see white scars crisscrossed on her skin underneath, a tight black sports bra on her upper torso. She wasn't wearing her usual black face mask. High waisted black pants, with straps on the sides that cinched them in.

"What happened?" He shot up out of the bed, covers a mess, surrounded by too many wadded up tissues.

"Nothing happened," she scowled, looking around him with exasperation. 

"But your clothes–"

"I changed form to get here faster," she said dismissively, grabbing the bottom of the hoodie and yanking it up and over her head. 

"Why is it only your hood–"

"Because I was holding my other clothes but I can’t be fully naked out in public, obviously," she cut him off as if it was the most logical thing in the world. 

"Wait, so you're naked in wolf form?"

"Why the fuck would I be wearing clothes?"

She was crawling on the bed and Jungkook's brain was barely functioning, body jumping involuntarily as she neared. She batted away the dirty tissues, gold-streaked eyes narrowed, a large heavy pendant hanging off her neck – was that diamond? with a platinum plum flower pressed in the center?? how the fuck??? – on a thick silver chain. The chain not only held the pendant, but also her rings. The wolf with the opal eyes. The simple silver band. The skull with the snake. The FEED ring. The large opal gem inlaid in stars. The black stone with a bone pressed into it. And now two more – a twisted silver band and a snake head with black gems for eyes.

"You have more rings," he breathed.

"Yes," she growled. "I said it's been a busy month."

Her fluffy silvery ears stuck straight up, bushy tail swaying. She had a lean, fit body, somehow pure power despite being smaller in physique. She came right up to him, nose to nose, breathing heavily into his face. 

"Look here, Jungkook," she growled. "I understand you're a very horny human, but I have things to do, and you distracting me with your three in the morning jack off sessions is not helping nor is it the way you attract a mate, do you understand?”

He didn’t try to be innocent about it.

"Yeah, but did you think about me though?" Jungkook breathed, letting it mix with hers. 

The gold in her eyes seemed to intensify. 

"Of course, I did," she whispered hotly. "All the fucking time, but I have shit to do, like explain to my father that you're not just a piece of side ass."

"You never gave me the chance to be a piece of side ass." Ugh, she was so close. Fuck, she smelled so good. He couldn't even describe it. "I might have liked it."

She huffed. "You would have. You would have loved it, you horny human, but I don't take sex slaves like the other Dire."

"So, it does exist?" he blurted, eyes widening. 

"It does." She clicked her tongue. "I don't like it though. Those Dires use it as an excuse to mistreat gullible humans."

Silence. 

Just her heavy breathing and staring into each other's eyes. 

"Uh... so what now?" he asked softly. 

"I don't know." She grimaced. "I only came to yell at you."

"Not ask me to be a piece of side ass?"

She let out a hefty puff of air and backed up, but he grabbed her arm, stopping her. 

"Can I be the main piece of ass?"

She raised an eyebrow. "You're weird."

"We've established that," he muttered impatiently. "Come on. Just tell me yes or no. Don't leave me like this."

Her eyes darted around them. "Surrounded by cum-filled tissues?"

His ears burned. "Please."

She paused. Then she let out a resigned sigh, removing her arm from his grip. 

"Jungkook," she said, suddenly serious, rasp with a sharp edge. "I'm the Dire Alpha's child."

Hah?

"What?"

She rolled her eyes. "You know. The big angry black wolf with silver streaks that stalks around in a suit when he appears on television with the President?"

HAH?

"WHAT?" he shouted at the top of his lungs. 

She nodded. "Yes. That's my father."

"You... what?" Jungkook gasped, abruptly grabbing his covers and planting them over his crotch. "Your father?"

"That is, indeed, as some people would say, Daddy."

Jungkook's eyes were swirls. "H-how... what? But you're... you're..."

"Not in wolf form all the time, scaring the shit out of people? No. I'm not. But I could do that, because he's my father and we have similar abilities." 

"I was going to say, hot."

She shrugged. "I hear my father has an online fanclub called 'Bitches for WolfDaddy'."

"... Please don't ever say that again."

She visibly cringed. "Anyway, yes, he is my father. I was hoping you'd get bored of fantasizing about me, but I’ve stayed away from you for whole month and you are still going strong," she said, shaking her head. She sighed again, clicking her tongue. "So, I don't know, maybe reevaluate if you want to bang me now that you know."

He didn’t even hesitate.

"I still want to bang."

She flicked his forehead and Jungkook winced, slapping her hand. 

"That hurts!"

"I told you to think," she hissed. "I'm not just any Dire. I'm going to be the Dire Alpha someday. Not only do you have to deal with prejudice from your own people, but also mine and possibly have to watch your back for the rest of your life, because even if my father respects my choices, he's still going to want to eat you."

He rubbed his forehead. "We can't... casually date?"

"I just told you the stipulations of 'casual' dating. If you want to marry me, then we'll have to figure that out later, with the ritual and stuff."

"You're gonna fight me?"

"Like I said," she remarked, waving a hand. "We have to figure that out later, if you're still interested."

"... Can I just be your piece of side ass?"

"No."

She startled him by growling. 

"No, you cannot. I like you too much for that."

Jungkook's brain stopped functioning. "What?"

She leaned forward, brows ticked cockily, wolf ears at attention. 

"I like you. You smell good and you're weird and your actions are funny and I like your blond hair," she listed, reaching up to pet it. "The color is fake but I still like it."

"H-hey!" But he liked the feeling of her hand patting his head, so he didn't move away. She lowered her hand and grinned toothily, revealing the sharp canines. 

"I like coming here and seeing your face, Jeon Jungkook."

He was having heart palpitations.

"Although I've been seeing a lot of your dick recently and that's nice too."

She barked in laughter at her own joke and he pouted, shoving her and having no effect, because she was immobile despite her smaller frame. He puffed his cheeks until she stopped. She winked at him. 

"What do you think? Does your horniness outweigh common sense once again?"

-

Which do you think Jungkook picked?

Yeah.

Not common sense.

-

“Lick me, please.”

“Where is your patience?” you mumbled against his lips, pressing him into his bed with your weight.

“Gone, because you’re driving me insane,” Jungkook growled, firmly gripping your hips and trying remove your pants, but your body wasn’t lifting. “Let me take your clothes off.”

Your hand came up and pressed his head back, kissing down his neck, ignoring his request. Small nips against his throat, making him moan, eyelids fluttering.

“I could kill you any second,” you muttered, still hesitant to go through with it.

“At least let me cum before you off me,” he gasped.

You laughed hotly into his neck. “You’re a crazy human.”

“And I’m horny as fuck, please, I need you.”

You had asked Jungkook if he wanted to wait, if he wanted to take it slow, because it was a lot to take in, all that information of you being the next-in-line Dire Alpha and the fact that you liked him in a more than platonic way, so perhaps, you know, after confessing to each other and agreeing to give this a try, a simple kiss would be enough?

Jungkook was violently humping the front of your pants.

He had replied with, “Can we please fuck? Please?”

Well, you weren’t opposed to it, but maybe some foreplay? A cuddle or some shit?

Nope.

“Stop it,” you chided, but Jungkook wasn’t listening. “Calm down, I’m not going to disappear.”

You lifted your hips and Jungkook immediately slid down, fumbling with the button and the zipper, trying to yank your pants and underwear down roughly.

You yelped, pressing down on his shoulder. “The tail. Watch the fucking tail.”

“What?”

He blinked, letting go as you grunted, sitting up and turning a little so he could see that your large fluffy tail stuck out of a slit in your pants. You pushed your pants down, moving your tail yourself. Your panties were black, but had a snap in the back that you undid first before you could push them down too.

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you growled. “Your excitement is getting the best of you.”

Jungkook bit his lip, the mole under his lower lip quivering. “Sorry.” You shifted your tail so it covered you as you removed your panties. He frowned, reaching over. “Hey…” he protested, pausing as his fingertips brushed against the fur. You were about to remove your bra, but stopped.

“Are you petting me?”

He withdrew his hand sharply. “Sorry! Sorry… er… is that rude?” He fiddled with his fingers, obviously itching to touch it again.

You thought about it and shrugged, pulling your sports bra up and over your head. Jungkook’s head immediately jerked upwards to watch your tits bounce out. You shook your ears out as you tossed your bra aside.

“Wow.”

You looked down at him, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

He was looking up at you with awe.

“You’re hot.”

You looked down at his disheveled blond hair, bright chocolatey eyes, tan skin, lean muscle, ink-black tattoos. Innocent, but not. Hesitant, but comfortable in his position under you. There was just something about him. Ah, dating a human was going to be a pain in the ass. You grinned at him and he grinned back, bunny teeth flashing.

Seemed worth it though.

“So are you,” you replied.

He didn’t miss a beat with his cheeky responses.

“You gonna suck my dick or what?”

Your brows raised higher, letting out an amused chuckle. “With these teeth? You sure about that?”

“What are you going to do, bite my dick off? After all your hard work of seducing me?”

You huffed. “That wasn’t hard. All I had to do was lick your face.”

“Speaking of which, please do that again.”

You ticked your head, clicking your tongue. “Damn. Walked into that one.”

Jungkook smirked, placing his hands on your thighs and slowly sliding them up. “Come on…” He pressed his fingers into your skin. “It just makes everything feel so good.” You watched his breathing shallow as he recalled the feeling. “So intense. I don’t know how you do it…” His eyes locked with yours. “I’m pretty sure it’s only you who can do that to me. I want it. Please.”

He wasn’t wrong. It probably was only you.

You leaned down, placing your hands on the sides of his head. Your tail brushed against his nether regions and he gasped, lashes lowering. Oh, how interesting. You swished your tail around, feathering over his hardness. His scent intensified, pre-cum clinging to your silvery fur.

“Mmm, that feels good too…”

You had sex when you were younger, a foolish teenager discovering their sexuality recklessly, but you never had a human partner before. As you grew older, you became weighed down by other responsibilities, too many thoughts to even think about sex. At one point, you wondered if it just wasn’t something that important to you. You didn’t really have initial physical attraction to anyone, so maybe sex was simply lower priority for you than everyone else.

But as Jungkook was under you, as you breathed in his scent and kissed him, long, deep, sensual, you realized perhaps you simply hadn’t found the connection you needed. It wasn’t something you could explain, but there was something. Despite his recklessness and the obvious difference in libido, you wanted to give in to him, on the sole basis that it was Jeon Jungkook and no one else.

You didn’t really understand why, but you weren’t going to question it too much.

Mostly because, at this rate, he was going to cum on your tail.

Your tongue was in his mouth, and he was sucking on it, moaning, small slips of your taste dripping onto his tongue, his hands gripping your ass, rubbing his cock against your fur. You shifted your tail, brushing it up and down his length, and he gasped, breaking the kiss.

“Claim me,” Jungkook breathed. “Please.”

“Technically I have,” you murmured teasingly.

“More,” he whimpered. “Want more. All over me.”

You coated your tongue with your scent, opening your lips a crack to let out a stream of hot breath, wafting over his mouth and nose.

“Mmm, yes, fuck, yeeeeeees…”

“You’re so desperate for it,” your mumbled, barely moving your lips.

“Mhm, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever felt…” he panted, half-lidded eyes shrouded with lust. “Give it to me, you big tease.”

You chuckled, rumbling your chest. Then you tilted your head, placing your lips on his. It dripped down, straight into his mouth; the saliva saturated with your pheromones.

The reaction was immediate, Jungkook moaning hotly into your mouth, eyes rolling back into his head, gripping your hips tightly as he rammed his hard cock right between your thighs, whole body shaking as it invaded him, taking over his senses. You had intense reactions to your scent before, but never like this, never like it consumed the other and drove them as crazy as it seemed to drive Jungkook. Was it supposed to be like this?

Jungkook’s hips were moving of their own accord, fucking the space in between your thighs. You closed them together and he groaned, dropping from your kiss and arching his back, thrusting fast and hard. You watched with fascination, at his closed eyes and straining neck, open mouth emitting his cries of pleasure as he stroked himself with your legs, pre-cum soaking your skin and adding lubrication.

You dipped your head and licked his neck, coating it with you.

He gripped your hips tighter, a tense gasp of your name plucked from his throat.

“M-More, fuck, I’m so close…”

You licked again, dripping more and more saliva onto his shuddering Adam’s apple and he whimpered, face scrunching up as he clenched his jaw, chasing his climax. You hovered your mouth over him, breathing heavily on his skin.

“Cum for me, Jungkook,” you panted, teeth grazing his skin. “Paint me with your scent.”

He whined sharply and shoved your thighs together around the throbbing head of his cock, shuddering as he shot his orgasm into your skin, the hot, thick liquid squirting out between your thighs and dripping down the back and in between. He moaned, thrusting a few more times, smearing his length with his own cum, adding to the pleasure of the sensitive head being squeezed by your thighs.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” he gasped out, falling back onto his bed, but dragging your lower body with him, cock still pulsating and sandwiched by your legs.

“You’ve made a mess,” you observed.

He cracked one eye open. “You make me messy.”

You raised your eyebrows. “It wasn’t my idea.”

Jungkook grinned. “You encouraged.”

You lifted yourself off him and he instantly complained, but you shut him up by sliding down, running your tongue down the length of his chest. Your legs were a sticky mess, but so was Jungkook’s bed covered in cum-filled tissues, and it was only going to get worse because your saliva was all over his pecs and abs, and Jungkook was spreading it everywhere like a madman, shuddering and gasping. His cock was already hard, smacking you in the tits as you lowered yourself to it.

“Is that what you wanted?” you chuckled.

“Y-Yeah… ah, it just makes me feel so fucking good, I don’t understand why…”

You placed your tongue on his twitching cock and licked it up, sighing in satisfaction as his cum coated your tongue.

“Mm, no, fuck, you’re gonna make me cum…” Jungkook whined, but you held his hips, lapping up his taste.

“I’m only cleaning you off, calm down,” you murmured around his cock. You were sure now, by the second taste, that there must be something special about Jeon Jungkook. His cum was addictive. It gave you a euphoric rush, an insatiable hunger for more as you growled, wrapping your tongue around his length and licking up and down, igniting some carnal instinct inside you. You even swiped your tongue over his balls, gathering everything you could, panting as you finished, getting onto your hands.

Breathing hard, lips peeled back, staring down at him like a goddamn meal.

Your drool plopped down onto his stomach.

Jungkook gasped, catching your expression and eyes widening.

“Er…”

You shook your head, puffing out air. “Sorry. Something came over me there.” What was that? Huh. You weren’t in heat. That only happened twice a year. Your next cycle didn’t start for a while. You pondered, furrowing your brow. Jungkook’s hesitant voice cut through your thoughts.

“Er, I have a question.”

You tilted your head, one of your ears flickering. “Hm?”

“Can you… get pregnant by me?” he asked, chewing his lip.

You blinked at him. “Of course. That’s why most Dire males get vasectomies when they have a bunch of… well, never mind.”

Jungkook blinked at you. “Oh. So, we would have half-wolf babies?”

You made a face. Weren’t you technically the half-wolf? Whatever, just explain the result. “No, our children would all be full Dire, because I am the mother. The species of the child is dependent on the biological mother.”

“Oh.” He rubbed his chin. “We have to use condoms then. Or are you on birth control?”

You gave him a confused look. “Why would I be on birth control? I only go into heat twice a year. Which means I only ovulate twice a year.”

Jungkook looked surprised. “Really? Then what does the full moon do?”

“It connects the Dire to our natural instincts as wolves, thus forcefully turning most Dire into their wolf forms. It awakens our primitive instincts of hunt, fight, mate. It heightens all our senses too. But, since we’re only in heat twice a year, our population numbers will always be lower than you humans, which is why we haven’t out-populated you all yet.” You frowned. “Don’t they teach you this shit in school? They teach us human biology at our schools.”

He shook his head. “No. I never learned about this stuff.”

You rolled your eyes. “Typical humans, only selfishly focusing on themselves.”

“Uh, I’m right here?” he huffed indignantly.

“Do you disagree, full-time masturbator?” you accused.

Jungkook’s ears turned red. “W-well, it was only because you weren’t visiting!”

How sweet, you thought wryly. “Anyway, why are you asking?”

Now his entire face was red.

“Er… wondering if I can go in raw… If you’re cool with it…” he mumbled.

A bird cawed outside, reminding you both the window was still open.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I mean if y-you’re not,” Jungkook sputtered. “I totally understand. I got tested yesterday and I’m clean, because I wanted you to not be worried about it and well, oh, maybe you didn’t want to hear that, er…”

You blinked slowly.

“I haven’t had penetrative sex in, I don’t know, three years?”

“Three years?” Jungkook choked. “What? How?”

“I got tested at my last checkup,” you mentioned absentmindedly.

“You go to the doctor?”

You gave him a puzzled look. “Yes? Don’t you?”

“W-well, yeah, but… don’t you heal kinda fast and stuff?”

You raised your hands, confusion deepening. “And so? Do you think I live in the medieval times or something, rubbing leaves on my ailments?”

Jungkook shrugged. “Maybe?”

You slapped your face, rubbing your forehead. “Humans…”

Then something occurred to you. You raised your head, narrowing your eyes.

“Why would you get tested yesterday?”

Now Jungkook was doing that thing were his eyes shifted everywhere. You were becoming well-acquainted with this habit. “Uh… well… you see…”

You looked around you, at the discarded clothes, the rumpled sheets, the tissues, and then snapped your head back to him.

“You planned this,” you barked roughly.

“I missed you!” Jungkook whined, tackling you and pushing you down onto the bed. “You have no idea what you do to me! It’s not fair!” He shoved his face into your hair and inhaled a large breath, shuddering. “You have some kind of weird spell over me and then you wouldn’t come visit and I just needed you so fucking bad…” He was panting against your temple, pressing his chest to yours, moaning as your skin touched his. Your necklace and rings slid down and hit your throat, descending as he rolled his body into yours.

“It’s not a spell,” you gasped, surprised to find yourself breathless as he ground his hips into you. “It’s pheromones, biology–”

“I really don’t care what it is, you make me a horny ass mess and I’m going crazy over here,” Jungkook panted, lifting his head, blond hair brushing your cheek as his blown-out pupils looked down at you. “We don’t have to full-on fuck right now, but you can’t blame me, I absolutely needed to at least see you.”

His hard dick sharply poked you in the thigh.

You raised your eyebrows.

He swallowed. “You’re doing that thing again.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Well, then you’re just straight up attractive, sue me.”

“You would lose because I can pay a better lawyer.”

He clenched his jaw. “Rich people.”

You shrugged. “We all know the justice system is flawed and driven by money like everything else, even though it shouldn’t be.”

“Stop making societal insights and address the fact you make me horny as fuck,” Jungkook grumbled.

You breathed in his face.

Not normal breath, but breath laced your scent. Jungkook shuddered and rammed his hips into your leg.

“Now you’re doing that thing,” he moaned, rubbing his chest against yours, pushing your nipples around with his pecs.

“It amazes me you’re so turned on by it,” you mused, enjoying the feeling of him pressed up against you.

“Fantastic,” he grunted, reaching up and tangling his fingers in your hair. “Write it in your scientific journal.”

You chuckled. “Are you irritated with me?”

“Little bit.”

His fingertips rubbed the fur on your ears, smoothing it. You hummed in approval. It felt nice, like a head scratch. The tip of your tail thumped against the bed. Jungkook murmured your name into your cheek, kissing it lightly.

“Mm, yes?”

“Am I crushing you?”

“No.”

Silence as Jungkook continued petting your ears.

“Can I put my dick in you?”

“Wow, I was enjoying this nice, lovely cuddle time–”

He quickly apologized. “S-sorry. Sorry, I’ll–”

You opened your legs under him and Jungkook’s lower body dropped onto the bed, his cock bumping against your wet heat. He gasped, yanking your ears forcefully and you growled in warning. He quickly let go, placing his hands on the bed, cheeks flushing.

“Sorry, you just…”

You extended your tongue, arching a brow.

He bit his lip, moaning deep in his throat as he pressed his length against your dripping core.

“S-stop… you’re d-doing it on purpose…”

You licked your lips, coating them with you. You watched him struggle to resist the scent, shoulders locking, head hanging, panting hard as his ash blond hair drifted down and grazed your cheeks. Eyes so dark they seemed black.

“I’m aware of the consequences,” you said huskily.

“Fuck,” Jungkook gritted out before he unlocked his shoulders and dove down, roughly pressing his lips into yours and rubbing his cock into your juices. He moaned, sliding his tongue into your mouth as you wrapped your scent all over it. You shifted your hips and the head pressed against your slick slit. You weren’t sure how he was going to handle this after being that turned on by your saliva, but, oh well, that was his problem now.

“Go ahead,” you drawled against his lips, your voice a low rasp.

Jungkook backed up, panting hard, furrowing his brow at you. “What?”

You smirked. “You’ll find out.”

You rubbed your opening against the tip and Jungkook gasped, eyelashes fluttering.

“Ho-o-oly shit.”

-

He was fucked.

Absolutely fucked.

The second even half a centimeter slid in, Jungkook lost it and shoved his cock all the way to the base, the feeling so intense and hot that he momentarily forgot what existence was, because, fuck, it was like the pleasure ate him up and all he could feel was the overwhelming heat and tightness of her pussy, every single ridge and squelch of wetness, throbbing and pulsating around him. It was only when she moaned softly under him that Jungkook remembered that he wasn’t on some existential plane of existence and in the real world.

“Gah… it’s so… intense…” he panted out, eyes rolling back into his head as her muscles clenched around him.

“I’m not sure how you’re going to survive if I’m actually in heat,” she mused. “You’ll probably nut within a second of being in me.”

“Wow… that’s awfully rude… of you to say…”

Jungkook wanted to be chill, but it was impossible, because his hips were already moving, sliding in and out, smacking their hips together, groaning at the sensation of being roughly massaged all over by wet heat, soaked with her scent, already pushed to his limit and he had to bite he inside of his cheek to hold back.

“I should have… used a condom…”

“Not sure that would be much help, you horndog,” she teased.

“Do you even feel anything?” he hissed, roughly smacking his hips into hers. “Or are you going to… spend the entire time… giving me snarky commentary?”

Their eyes locked and he noticed how gold her irises were now, almost flaring with light.

“Need it harder,” she breathed.

The overwhelming passion sank into him with every breath he felt against his skin.

“Harder, please, Jungkook…”

And his body responded, lifting one of her legs and smacking their hips together hard, moaning as he felt her thigh against his skin, the heat closing in on him, fucking her into the mattress so roughly the bedframe shook and he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe as his orgasm hit him so hard that he keeled over and nearly folded her in half, gasping as he shot into her throbbing heat, cock twitching, but still hard because of this whole scent possession thing so he just kept going, kept thrusting into her, lewd, loud slapping of flesh against flesh, squelching as he fucked his own cum into her.

She grinned at him, mischievous and wolf-like, so many pointed teeth, and he was so damn hard, he didn’t understand how she made him so crazy but, also, he didn’t care because it felt so fucking good. It felt like his entire cock was vibrating his pleasure and fanning out over his balls and ass and back and up his spine and into his head, made more intense by the soft growls of his name from her lips and the smell of his cum mixing with hers. She sucked in a tight breath, body tensing.

“Mm, ah, Jungkook…”

Her pussy tightened, squeezing him rough and hard, and Jungkook whimpered, falling over the edge, pleasure hitting every nerve and igniting them all at once, squeezing his eyes shut and gasping out her name, whole body shivering with lust, his cock jerking and spurting a second load into her all-consuming wet heat, so much that it slid back and coated his own cock. He shuddered and slipped down, losing strength of his arms as her hands quickly planted themselves on his chest, holding him up. Slowly, she shifted her leg down and he moaned, feeling his cock shift inside her and some of his cum squirt out between them, soaking into his sheets.

The scent of sex hovered around them, clinging to their skin.

Jungkook couldn’t move.

Did he die?

Kind of felt like it.

Nothing but heat and pleasure, her pussy wrapped around his cock, pulsing slowly.

She held him up easily, measured, even breaths as she came down, a distinct difference to his absolutely fucked-out state, panting, forehead coated with sweat. He couldn’t say anything. She just calmly lowered him to her chest, wiping his forehead with the back of her hand and exhaling, waiting for his heart to slow and beat in time with hers.

It took several minutes.

To be honest, Jungkook was kind of happy he couldn’t move. His cock, although softening, was having a great time in this wet warmth.

“Uh… this has never happened before…” he mumbled, pressing his cheek against hers so he wouldn’t have to look her in the eye.

She chuckled. “I figured you might need a second.”

“I’ll get better at it.”

“That’s true. You’ll need lots of practice.”

Silence. Comfortable silence. Except for a couple outside squabbling loudly like crows. It was kind of ruining the moment.

“You should have closed the window,” Jungkook scolded, inhaling the scent of her hair.

“My bad. I was a little distracted by you furiously jacking off.”

“… Kind of proud I still had it in me to fuck you.”

He stiffened. Her tongue traced his ear.

“It’s the spell,” she teased.

“You said it’s biology.”

She chuckled, the laugh rumbling her chest.

-

“Why are you always perfectly okay after we fuck?”

You shrugged, nibbling on the piece of cheese you found in Jungkook’s fridge. He was on the floor of the kitchen, panting, hair sweaty and sticking to his face, the floor an absolute mess of fluids after you rode him right here in his own kitchen.

“Guess I’m just built different.”

He gritted his teeth, slamming his fist on the floor.

“It’s hurting my pride.”

This was nice cheese. You chewed, enjoying the flavor.

“I wouldn’t be so depressed about it. Maybe you need to work out.”

Jungkook glared at you. You chuckled and squatted down, flicking your tail against his thighs. He sucked in a breath, moaning softly.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s only been a few hours since we fell asleep and woke up.”

He clicked his tongue. “I need a shower. Again.”

“That’s your fault, you know. You always want me to lick you all over.”

“Speaking of which, lick me all over in the shower, thanks in advance.”

-

Your father could smell him off you and declared he was going to eat him.

“You will not.”

Your father growled at you. It was quite intimidating and you would have run if he wasn’t your father.

“You. Will. Not.” You repeated yourself with sternness.

Your father had snapped his jaw, grimacing in annoyance. Black lips peeling back, showing all his sharp teeth, gold eyes flashing. He was always in wolf form. He rarely changed.

“I doubt he’s more than a gulp to me. A mere bunny.”

“You can have your opinion, but he’s mine.”

He stomped away, paws heavy on the stone floor.

“You’ll tire of him.”

Honestly, you expected more of a fight. But you hadn’t missed the tick of your father’s head as he sniffed you, the pensive spark in his eyes. Everyone said he wasn’t the same since your mother passed away. You wouldn’t know, but he definitely wasn’t the thoughtful type. You watched him walk away, black and silver tail swishing, claws scraping.

You wondered what your father was like when he was in love.

Did he like holding hands? Did he look at your mother in awe and tell her how beautiful she was?

Did he tell her he loved her?

Your father turned his large head, puffing heavily from his elongated snout. You didn’t say anything. He was a huge black wolf, even bigger than your wolf form. Next to your human form, you were comically small. But down the hall, you were almost the same size, eye level.

His white teeth flashed.

Then he faced forward again and walked away.

Was he going to say something but decided against it?

“I love you, Father.”

You said it softly. He was gone, but maybe he heard anyway.

The Dire Alpha had excellent hearing.

-

“Uh, are you okay?”

You flung yourself through his window, scowling angrily.

“My father made me train for no reason.”

“Train for what?”

“Fighting, obviously.”

You hit the floor of his bedroom with a hard thunk, body aching all over. Still wearing an oversized black hoodie and black jeans four sizes too big. Your father was relentless. You must be going soft if you’re dating a human. Well, you showed him. But not before half-dying from his strikes.

Jungkook hurried over to you, but you scowled, shooing him away. You got on your hands and knees, snarling at the pain, snapping your teeth.

“Do you need an ice pack or something?” he asked, peering at you as you mentally steeled yourself, hoisting your body to your feet.

“No,” was your stubborn response. “I am fine.”

“You look like you’re going to fall over.”

“Sparring with my father does that,” you muttered, cracking your neck. “You want to try?”

“No, not really.”

You finally got a good look at Jungkook. He was wearing a patterned dress shirt with black slacks. Blond hair styled and parted to one side, revealing his strong and handsome features.

“What’s with you?” you asked, confused by his appearance.

He gestured weakly to the bedroom door. “Well… I made dinner… so maybe you want to eat with me?”

Oh. Your cheeks flushed warmly.

“I would love to.”

And then you collapsed, the world going black.

-

Jungkook couldn’t move her.

He was a strong guy, but she was like a giant sack of bricks in this state, crumpled onto his bedroom floor, bushy tail flared out, silvery ears flopped to one side. She was still breathing, but it was pained and shallow. He grabbed one of his pillows and managed to lift her head, shoving it under her. How bad as it? He pushed up the hem of her hoodie and looked.

Oh.

Fuck.

That’s a lot of bruises.

He shoved the hoodie back down and looked back to her face.

Her eyes were cracked open, husky chuckle on her lips.

“I think I’m a little tired…”

Jungkook tugged on her sweater. “Can you move? Just to get onto the bed. I can’t lift you.”

She let out a puff of air. “Floor is fine.”

“No, it’s not. The love of my life does not belong on the floor.”

“Hah.”

Her eyes slipped closed.

“You called me the love of your life.”

Oh.

He did, didn’t he?

Jungkook looked down at the female Dire. Her soft tufted ears and lush silver tail, but otherwise human. Definitely wasn’t though. He knew that from experience.

He couldn’t leave her.

Not even as the dinner got cold and forgotten. He dragged all his bedding onto the floor and created a blanket circle around their bodies, nuzzling himself next to her. He placed his head beside hers and watched her face. She seemed to be in a deep, dep sleep. Jungkook smiled despite her not being able to see and kissed her nose.

Shut his eyes, enjoying their closeness.

Her tail came up and rested on his legs.

-

“So I’m the love of your life, huh?”

“Gah!”

Jungkook snapped his eyes open, jerking back. But he couldn’t go far, because she was on top of him, all her clothes off, on her hands and knees. His eyes widened. She still had bruises, but they seemed to be lighter, purple-green. She tilted her head, fluffy ears flickering. The necklace she wore had the diamond pendant and – he counted – eight rings, the same number as before. Whew.

She scratched her neck and he noticed her nails were painted black again.

“Why are you naked?” Jungkook sputtered.

“Got hot,” she mumbled. “I usually sleep naked.”

Jungkook stared into her eyes. She seemed tired, but not near collapsing like she had been when she entered. The window was closed.

“Can you change?”

“Hm?”

“Into your wolf form. Can you change right now?”

She looked down at him. “Yes, of course.”

“Can I see?”

She blinked.

“You a furry or something?”

“N-no? I just… want to see it…”

She raised an eyebrow and backed up, tail swishing. He sat up, watching her form as she moved to an open space in his room. Sleek, primal, powerful. It didn’t take long. Two, three steps and there was the crack of bone rearranging, a sharp gashing of teeth and the long snout appeared, lips peeled back as she shook her head. He almost missed it, the sudden swish of fur and swiftly it was all over, her frame suddenly huge, daunting, reminding him of that night when she had saved him. Wicked black claws, undeniably dangerous. Muscles flexing as she stepped in a circle, the white crescent fur pattern on her back gleaming against her silvery pelt, hairs tipped with black.

She cracked her neck, staring down at him. The necklace now looked comically small and the ceiling seemed far too low. Her voice seemed to resonate, but still husky and recognizable.

“Is this what you wanted?”

Her eyes were pure gold, glinting in the moonlight through his window.

“You’re beautiful,” Jungkook breathed.

She chuckled, sitting down, tail swishing. “Are you sure you’re not a furry?”

“I don’t know and I don’t really care,” Jungkook muttered, admiring the way the moon seemed to bring out the shine in her fur.

She padded over and encircled him, tail brushing against his chest. Plopped down on the blankets, nudging with her leathery black nose. Jungkook looked up into her golden orbs. She seemed to raise an eyebrow.

“Hm?”

He leaned back against her shoulder, burrowing in the softness.

“Can I… see your teeth?” he asked softly.

She clicked her tongue, chest vibrating. Took him a moment to realize she was containing her laughter.

“You’re a little freaky, Jungkook,” she chuckled and then she opened her mouth, sharp, pointed white teeth glistening, lowering them to him. Next to his shoulder, breathing in heavy puffs. Definitely could rip him apart in an instant.

Not going to lie.

Jungkook was a little turned on.

Her tongue slid out, licking his neck.

Slightly more turned on.

“Satisfied?” she drawled.

“Erm, yes.”

She closed her mouth and laid her head on the blankets.

“Naptime.”

And she nestled around him, letting him sleep against her silvery warmth.

-

You woke him up by licking him.

Softly, on his neck. But not subtly, because you let it drip on his skin, painting him with your scent. He groaned, shifting in your arms, but you held him still, hands on his torso. He was still wearing that nice dress shirt and slacks. His blond hair was a little ruffled from sleep, but you could see the effort. You felt bad for not realizing his intent sooner but, then again, you couldn’t choose your father’s orders.

You weren’t in wolf form anymore. That would be strange if you were.

But somehow, you didn’t think Jungkook would care.

You heard him mumble your name. You placed your lips on his neck and kissed him softly.

“Bite me.”

“Chomp.”

He clicked his tongue. “Be serious.”

“You would be dead if I was serious.”

“You know what I mean,” Jungkook muttered, taking your hands and placing them on the buttons of his dress shirt. “Just a little bit. I’m human, not fragile.”

He was right.

“Ah, sorry,” you whispered.

“Don’t apologize.” His voice was deep, leaning his head back on your shoulder, exposing his neck. “Mark me. Fuck me up. Show me you want me.”

You chuckled, tail swishing slowly.

“Sure.”

He asked for it.

Your lips opened, tongue sliding out, dripping all over his skin. Jungkook moaned under you, hands reaching back and finding your thighs, squeezing them. One button. Two buttons. Teeth pressed against his throat, soaking him with you. Three buttons. You bit down, softly, and sucked, inhaling his scent. He was wearing some kind of cologne. You licked it off, replacing it with you. Jungkook shivered, gasping as your hand slid into his shirt.

“Harder…”

“You’re such trouble, Jungkook,” you mumbled, kissing down his shoulder, nipping at his skin. He whined as you pressed your fingertip to his nipple, rubbing in slow circles. You sank your teeth in, not breaking skin, but definitely hard enough for him to feel it, sucking just as roughly. Fuck. The feeling of him in your canines, the subtle taste of his skin coating your tongue.  You growled in your chest, pinching his nipple and hurriedly undoing the rest of his shirt. Jungkook shuddered under your mouth, moaning as you pushed the fabric aside.

“Mmm, fuck, yes…”

You pulled away, seeing the dark purple mark on his skin, pinpricks of red where your teeth had dug in. He pressed his back into your chest, panting heavily. You leaned forward, parting your lips. Thick, viscous saliva dripped down, plopping onto his pecs, coating him with your scent. You took it and rubbed it against his nipples, and Jungkook instantly reared into your hands, moaning, hands flying down to his slacks and fumbling with the button.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy.”

Your lips pressed against his ear as he fought with his pants, grunting in annoyance as they weren’t coming off fast enough. You traced his earlobe with your tongue and he gasped, leaning into it, raising his hips to remove his slacks as you nipped just under his ear, right at the pulse point.

“You’re a fucking tease,” Jungkook growled.

You licked up and down, so much saliva that it trickled down his neck. He whimpered as your teeth closed in.

“Say something…”

You paused for a moment. Then you reached up and tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him to one side to expose more of his neck to you.

“Time to show everyone you’re mine,” you snarled.

You gripped his head tightly and bit down, sucking his skin into your mouth. Jungkook’s body bucked into yours, throaty moans vibrating in your lips but you barely noticed, because suddenly you could smell his scent, his hand once again palming himself, spreading his pre-cum over his throbbing cock. The faintest prick and his blood touched your tongue.

Oh.

Fuck.

You drew back, eyelids fluttering, grating groan as you leaned forward and licked it off. Couldn’t help it, you were a damn carnivore and his blood was right there, so you had to remove your teeth, but you were still going to lick it up. Ugh, so good. Jungkook whined out your name and you lowered him to the blankets, crawling down to his hand still stroking his cock.

“C-Can you…?”

“No, I cannot. Move your hand so I can sit on your dick.”

He moved his hand and pouted at you. “But–”

You lifted your head and stared at him in the eye. Jungkook froze, eyes widening. You knew what it looked like. Pure gold, almost glowing. One side of his neck was patterned with purple and red, your bites on his skin. He wouldn’t be able to cover them easily. Your heart was beating fast, too fast. Was it the blood? His smell? His body with your ownership on his skin?

In any case, there was no way you were going to attempt to blow him now.

You opened your mouth, panting hard.

“Jungkook, I want to. Sit. On. Your. Dick.”

He nodded, pulling his hands away. “Yes. Please.”

You lifted your body and sank down on him. Jungkook choked on air, gripping the blankets tightly as you closed your eyes, exhaling deeply as you felt him fill you up. Had it ever felt like this before? You weren’t even close to heat and yet it was still so good, felt so nice with him inside you as you squeezed him with your muscles. Jungkook gasped, shoulders tensing at the sensation.

“Are you trying to end me in seconds?” he hissed, but you ignored him, rocking your hips, holding onto his waist, sliding him in and out of you easily. You breathed in, pressing your fingers into his skin as your rode him and he turned into a moaning puddle under you, working his hardness, focusing more on clenching him inside you rather than smacking your hips together.

“It doesn’t matter,” you breathed. “I’ll make sure you can keep going.”

“Fuck, you’re mean,” Jungkook gritted out.

You opened your eyes, looking down at him. Him and his head pressed back into the blankets, blond hair contrasting the navy fabric, jaw tight, eyes screwed shut as he tried to hold on. He felt your gaze and cracked his eyes open, surveying you through his lashes.

You smiled at him, rolling your hips down his length.

“Don’t–”

You opened your mouth and let it drip onto his abs.

“Fuck!”

His hands smacked into yours and his back arched sharply, muffled wail as he came inside you, hot thick strings painting your insides. It was a sudden, euphoric sensation that seemed to flood you with pleasure from bottom up, massaging his length as his cum squelched with your movements, soaking down your walls and coating his cock, trickling onto his balls. You slid your hands out of his and spread your saliva over his stomach, still warm from his hot skin.

You could tell it was taking over him, the way his hands crawled up your thighs, gripping your hips, opening his dark eyes, pupils blown out, completely intoxicated by lust.

You slid your hands to his sides, planting them on the floor.

“Fuck me back, Jungkook,” you drawled huskily. “Shove your cum into me.”

Hard, rough, fast – you slammed your hips into him and Jungkook groaned, grabbing your ass and raising his hips to meet yours, an obscene squish as his cum was jammed back into your folds. You bit your lip, grinning, all your nerves tingling, ears and tail bristling, chasing your release as you thrust him into you and he smacked his hips back, matching your pace. His eyes found yours. Darkness to gold.

“Shit, you look so hot…”

You tightened around him and he moaned, throwing his head back, the purple-red hickeys on his neck flexing with his muscle.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty with my bites,” you panted, towering over him, the head of his cock jamming into your deepest parts, so perfectly nice and wet and messy, his cum and your juices spilling out onto his legs and balls, soaking the blankets under you as you fucked him relentlessly. “Cum for me, Jungkook. Let’s make a mess.”

Your name tore of out of his throat, and you gasped as he filled you again, all the way to the brim, eyes fluttering closed as your orgasm shadowed his, suffocating and unrelenting, squeezing his stiff length so hard that your cum and his cum splattered down, painting mixed scents on both your crotches. Strong and heady, intoxicating and addictive. You sat all the way down, moaning as you relished in the joined wetness, thick and wonderful, your hands coming up and caressing his heaving torso, his hands falling from your hips and hitting the floor with a thud.

Slow, deep breaths.

You looked down at Jungkook. His eyes were closed and he was breathing shallowly. His blond hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, jaw tense. You patted his chest and he opened one eye, peering at you.

“Should I get up?”

His hands came back up and rested on your thighs. “No. I like this.”

You pulsated around his twitching cock and Jungkook closed his eyes again, sighing in satisfaction, listening to the lewd spurt of more cum dripping out. You lifted one of your hands and placed it on your lips. Then you lowered it and placed your fingers to his lips.

Jungkook’s eyes opened, brown orbs hazy.

You grinned at him, silvery ears flicking upward.

-

Jungkook stared at himself in the mirror.

This t-shirt was not going to cut it.

He went back to his closet and retrieved a scarf.

Nope, this just looked stupid.

He went back to the closet and found a turtleneck. A white and black striped one.

Well. Less stupid. Too hot for it, but that was his own fault.

Jungkook pulled down the collar. He traced the bite mark. He swallowed, feeling the arousal building up inside him once again. Remembered the way she felt around him. The way his whole body seemed drawn to her, the way his cock was soaked with him own cum and hers. She had already left. Had things to do and all that. A slow smile grew on his lips.

He had ten minutes before he actually had to leave for work.

He could annoy her for a little bit.

Jungkook’s tattooed right hand slid down to his jeans, undoing the button.

-

You raised your head.

Frowned.

You father got up from the table and took his plate with him. Hunk of raw meat and all.

“Father?”

The gigantic black wolf paused and glared at you. Blood dripped from his white teeth.

“Daughter, I recognize his scent just as well as you.”

Oh.

Yikes.

You decided not to tell Jungkook that.

Ignorance is bliss.

-

“No.”

“Why not?”

You were sitting on the rooftop of his apartment complex. He had taken you up here to show you the sunset over the city. Fed you a large hunk of raw high-quality meat and three bottles of soju. Became slightly upset when you didn’t get drunk. Too much muscle mass, perhaps.

“I’m not going to fuck you on the full moon, Jungkook,” you chuckled as you nibbled on a piece of cheese. It was such an interesting flavor. Jungkook had said it was some kind of gourmet cheese, but to you it was only a wedge of very tasty dairy.

“It might be nice?” he tried, nudging you.

You chuckled. “It’ll definitely be nice, but you still can’t move after I’m done with you at the moment, so let’s build up some tolerance first.”

“Let’s,” Jungkook pouted. “You just mean me.”

You were sitting on a green plaid blanket Jungkook had spread out for you two. You looked over to him and his dark denim jacket with matching dark jeans. He was wearing a white Beatles t-shirt under it.

“Do you actually like the Beatles or are you just wearing it for aesthetics?”

Jungkook looked down at his shirt. “Of course, I like the Beatles. Who doesn’t like the Beatles?” He snapped his head up, eyes widening. “You know who the Beatles are?”

You rolled your eyes. “I keep telling you I am not from the medieval times; there are just some primitive ideals in my culture, ugh.” You poked his chest and he rubbed it, frowning. You continued, ignoring his frown. “Obviously I know who they are. The Beatles changed music. Recording, songwriting, artistic presentation – they brought music to new heights. They changed music not only as an industry but also the way people felt about music. Think about it. They became an international act when people were only listening to music on the radio. Do you know how insane that is? Everything travels so fast on the Internet nowadays, but the Beatles became popular without the internet. Can you even imagine that in this day and age?”

You turned your head to make your point and Jungkook was staring at you, slack-jawed.

“What?”

He shook his head, smiling. “I like listening to you. I totally agree by the way. Do you like music?” he said excitedly. “I work at a records store. You want to come by sometime?”

You blinked at him.

“Ah… sure. That sounds nice.”

-

part iii

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Part 1

Alpha: The dominate leader of the pack. They lead the hunts and rely on their beta to provide aid. They are the largest and strongest wolf in the whole pack

Beta: Helps lead hunts with alpha and provide aid and protection towards Alpha wolf. Large and strong but not as much as Alpha

Omega: Lowest rank in the whole pack, often plays the role of the scapegoat

Subordinate: A regular member of the pack, one that doesn’t have the role of an Alpha, Beta or Omega. Just a tag along pretty much.

Hey Guys! Admin K here<3, Alrighty so I posted this today because for one I saw Admin H do it and it looked really fun, but not only did it look fun but it gave me ideas for my next WerewolfAU! scenario that’s coming soon!Therefore, consider this a small introduction of my next series. Don’t worry though, I’m still continuing on with my ZombieAu with Jungkook and my other series i’m working on currently.

I hope you all enjoy this click and drag and please dont forget to look at part 2 for even more information and fun!

-Admin K

[x-jeonjungkook-x]

The alpha understood where the omega was coming from. Hell, he was just attacked because the alpha had an interest in him, so of course Tae wanted to show he was a member of the pack and not just the alpha’s mate. “I understand.” He said softly as he closed the gap between them even more. “Does that mean I should treat you more as an omega rather than my mate?” He asked with a smirk and a hint of seduction in his voice. Jungkook had to admit, he had a lot of pent up heat inside of him and now that he had someone to share that with, he was finding it hard to restrain himself.

The New Pack (CLOSED)

Pack life would be hard, he could already tell how much he had to integrate from his old society to this new one without disturbing too much of the pack set up. He’d hate for the dynamics to change because of his presence. The omegas dotted on him because he was new, like a baby but soon he’d have to buck up and pull his own weight in their little society because being the ‘baby’ didn’t mean he didn’t have to move a muscle and lay around all day. He owed Jungkook so much for freeing him from his fate. When the sun rises tomorrow, he’d be tossed into the centre of the ring and used, forced to carry a strangers pups for the rest of his miserable life. Bites his lower lips, shuddering at the thought of how close that reality came. His arms moved under his knees as he drew his thighs close to his chest staring out over the peaceful, quiet forest. “I don’t know how much use I will be here.” he admits quietly but then says “But I want to do my best to become a better wolf and a good pack member.” wolves did not rely on themselves, a good pack relied on each other and they needed to work together, doing their park to sustain themselves for years to come. He turned his head to regard the other finally. “Thank you for making the decision to come for me. I… I don’t know how I’d survive if you decided not too see it worth it.”

[x-jeonjungkook-x]

Jungkook noticed the other surprised and smirked. “No reason to apologize. This is your cave now too.” He said, nonchalantly. Placing the food down, he tore a leg off and handed it to the omega. “Eat up.” Grabbing a leg for himself too. Bitting into it, the juices exploded and he savoured it. “Mmm...not bad.”

The New Pack (CLOSED)

Pack life would be hard, he could already tell how much he had to integrate from his old society to this new one without disturbing too much of the pack set up. He’d hate for the dynamics to change because of his presence. The omegas dotted on him because he was new, like a baby but soon he’d have to buck up and pull his own weight in their little society because being the ‘baby’ didn’t mean he didn’t have to move a muscle and lay around all day. He owed Jungkook so much for freeing him from his fate. When the sun rises tomorrow, he’d be tossed into the centre of the ring and used, forced to carry a strangers pups for the rest of his miserable life. Bites his lower lips, shuddering at the thought of how close that reality came. His arms moved under his knees as he drew his thighs close to his chest staring out over the peaceful, quiet forest. “I don’t know how much use I will be here.” he admits quietly but then says “But I want to do my best to become a better wolf and a good pack member.” wolves did not rely on themselves, a good pack relied on each other and they needed to work together, doing their park to sustain themselves for years to come. He turned his head to regard the other finally. “Thank you for making the decision to come for me. I… I don’t know how I’d survive if you decided not too see it worth it.”

[x-jeonjungkook-x]

Jungkook could only assume that Taehyung hadn’t been shown this much affection before, so the alpha was happy to shower him with it. As the finished their kiss, Jungkook caught his breath and smiled. “Thank you, Tae...you have made me so extremely happy.” He kissed his now mate’s forehead and then looked towards the main area of the grounds. “We should go tell the others.” He said with a sigh. “Let them know we’re ok and give them the news.” A hint of distan in his voice, but a smile on his face. He couldn’t wait to see how those girls would react and then to punish them too would be the cherry on top.

The New Pack (CLOSED)

Pack life would be hard, he could already tell how much he had to integrate from his old society to this new one without disturbing too much of the pack set up. He’d hate for the dynamics to change because of his presence. The omegas dotted on him because he was new, like a baby but soon he’d have to buck up and pull his own weight in their little society because being the ‘baby’ didn’t mean he didn’t have to move a muscle and lay around all day. He owed Jungkook so much for freeing him from his fate. When the sun rises tomorrow, he’d be tossed into the centre of the ring and used, forced to carry a strangers pups for the rest of his miserable life. Bites his lower lips, shuddering at the thought of how close that reality came. His arms moved under his knees as he drew his thighs close to his chest staring out over the peaceful, quiet forest. “I don’t know how much use I will be here.” he admits quietly but then says “But I want to do my best to become a better wolf and a good pack member.” wolves did not rely on themselves, a good pack relied on each other and they needed to work together, doing their park to sustain themselves for years to come. He turned his head to regard the other finally. “Thank you for making the decision to come for me. I… I don’t know how I’d survive if you decided not too see it worth it.”

[x-jeonjungkook-x]

Jungkook listened very intently. The news wasn’t as shocking as he thought it would be. Granted, Jungkook never really thought about pups. Of course, it was something that would need to be handled as he got older for legacy purposes, but right now, he had to focus on protecting the pack. Then the realization came to him. Their bond was growing, Everyone was already assuming and the best way to protect Taehyung was to make it official. “Tae...” He whispered and then rested his forehead against the omega’s. “No need to worry. I can’t handle pups right now anyway. And as for your heat, you’ve been captive for so long and with those pills, yeah, maybe they’ll wear off and you can experience it. There’s no rush.” He said reassuringly. “I just want to be with you.” There it was. One of the few confessions he said out loud.

The New Pack (CLOSED)

Pack life would be hard, he could already tell how much he had to integrate from his old society to this new one without disturbing too much of the pack set up. He’d hate for the dynamics to change because of his presence. The omegas dotted on him because he was new, like a baby but soon he’d have to buck up and pull his own weight in their little society because being the ‘baby’ didn’t mean he didn’t have to move a muscle and lay around all day. He owed Jungkook so much for freeing him from his fate. When the sun rises tomorrow, he’d be tossed into the centre of the ring and used, forced to carry a strangers pups for the rest of his miserable life. Bites his lower lips, shuddering at the thought of how close that reality came. His arms moved under his knees as he drew his thighs close to his chest staring out over the peaceful, quiet forest. “I don’t know how much use I will be here.” he admits quietly but then says “But I want to do my best to become a better wolf and a good pack member.” wolves did not rely on themselves, a good pack relied on each other and they needed to work together, doing their park to sustain themselves for years to come. He turned his head to regard the other finally. “Thank you for making the decision to come for me. I… I don’t know how I’d survive if you decided not too see it worth it.”