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I'M SO HAPPY YOU LOVED IT EHHEEH THANK YOUU đ honestly though I love him so much, he is truly the best <3
âIâm honestly so free use with you when I sleepâ, you told him after a very passionate morning in the sheets. That was weeks ago. Right now, your confession is haunting Jungkook. Free use, you called it. Free useâŠThe words sound sweet to his pleasure twisted mind. Free use⊠Jungkook gulps and chases the ecstatic feelings your sleeping body gives him. One more time. He needs it one more time.Â
Alternatively: After accidentally turning Jungkook on before you fall asleep, you wake up to him using your willing body to get off. Not that you mind, as his reward for your submission is as sweet as honey.â
Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: established relationship!AU, polyamory!AU, Camping Trip!AU, SmutÂ
Warnings: switch!Jungkook, subby!Reader, he calls her Mistress at first but then gets so needy that he takes the lead, Yoongi makes a short appearance, hints at various threesomes, hints at bondage, sex in a camper van, needy!Jungkook, consensual free use kink (free use in this story = you can do whatever you want to me, whenever you want), consensual somnophilia, kinda sensory deprivation because he does all of this to her in a dark room & she canât see, Koo has sensitive nipples, nipple sucking, he rubs his nipples against her lips as she sleeps, he humps her thigh while she sleeps, and plays with her pussy while she sleeps, big cock, vampire fangs, needy begging, body & breast worship, strength kink (he rips her clothes & pins her down), dirty talk, sloppy oral (f.receiving), fast pussy fingering, lotsa drool & slick, squirting, he cums humping the mattress, cuddly aftercare, theyâre in love & very needy for each other
Wordcount: 5.4k
a/n: besties, it is finally happening. Sanguis!Kookie is getting the smut he deserves. Get ready for lots of it because I am obsessed with him. I fucking LOVE him. This is set once he learned how to control his urges. Oh yeah, and itâs a Kinktober22 request that didnât make the cut, surprise itâs here now! Have fun! đ€
Today was a first for you and Jungkook. Your first ever couple trip. It wasnât far. Just four hours by car to a small coastal town where every restaurant offered seafood and the air smelled of ocean. He drove while you napped. Â
You spent the first day putting up your camper van by the beach and checking out the camp side. You spent too many minutes in the ocean and even napped under the shade of a big tree, cuddled up in a spacious hammock where Jungkook stole way too many kisses from you. Later in the evening â and after washing off the salt from your bodies and putting on pretty clothes â you went to eat at one of the restaurants where you ended up talking about too many things and drinking way too much wine.
It resulted in you getting so sleepy that you had just about enough energy to walk back to the camp side, wash up and fall into bed. The movie night you promised Jungkook was cancelled as you fell asleep five minutes after your head hit the pillows.Â
Jungkook was left gawking at you with a big pout. He didnât even have time to wash up and cuddle you in bed and you were already sleeping.Â
Feeling utterly defeated, Jungkook leaves the camper to talk with Yoongi on the phone and make way for his frustrations.
âHey, Kookieâ, Yoongi picks up after the second ring, âwhat happened? Are you okay? Why are you calling me?â
âYes, weâre okay. Iâm sad. ___ already fell asleep because she drank too much wine.â
Yoongi chuckles fondly.Â
âSheâs cuteâ, he says, shifting on the chair in the music room. He was writing music on the piano before Jungkook called. He is smiling because hearing Jungkookâs voice makes him happy and hearing about your shared day makes him even happier.
âYeah she is. Fuck hyung, itâs so unfair I want her but sheâs asleep.â
âI canât help you with thatâ, Yoongi says in a laugh, âwhy are you telling me?â
âI donât know. I didnât know who else to tell.â
Yoongi laughs harder, âyou are so silly sometimes, Kookie. Just enjoy your time with her, slip under the blanket and hold her. Listen to her sleep, kiss her neck. Sheâs so soft when she sleeps.â
Jungkook presses his legs together even when standing up. You would fit so snugly against his chest. Jungkook can perfectly imagine just how warm and soft you would feel. How you would press against the spots which are so incredibly sensitive. Jungkook shifts, feeling heat threaten to gather between his legs.
âKook?â Yoongiâs voice rips him out of his thoughts and to his reality. Shit. He completely forgot that he was talking with Yoongi on the phone. Jungkook feels his cheeks heat up at the realisation.
âY-yeah?â
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Baby Maker àŒ kth (m)
â Summary: You're pissed at your husband for being late to your weekly baby-making sessions.
Pairing: husband!taehyung x fem!reader
AU/genre: pwp, fluff, smut, marriage au
Rating: M, 18+
Word Count: 2,473
Warnings: light fighting, hard dom!taehyung, slight brat sub!reader, make up s*x, rough s*x, manhandling, bl*wjob, teasing, b**b groping, degradation (taehyung calls reader a sl*t), impreg k*nk, f*replay, penetration, r*ding, d*ggy, d*rty talk, d*ck slapping, taehyung refers to himself as daddy, mention of aftercare, trouble taking off lingerie bc yeah it be a whole process sometimes.
A/N: seeing Taehyung on esquire...you cannot tell me he doesn't look good omg đ anyway this is filthy sooo I'm going to rock myself to sleep now bc i work on the moring, pls enjoy đ
"Sweetheart, I didn't mean to be late. I'm sorry."
Taehyung stands in front of you with pleading eyes. He tries not to drop his gaze below your neck, seeing that you're more than pissed at him for getting home nearly an hour later than planned. He feels bad about it, he really does. But he can also easily see his favorite fiery red lingerie peeking out of your silky robe, making him all the more eager to show you how he can make it up to you.
"Well that's too bad Taehyung because I'm not in the mood anymore." You tighten your arms across your chest and stand your ground. If your husband didn't look like sex on legs all the time this would be a lot easier nevertheless, he will not be getting his dick sucked tonight.
"Are you kidding?" He gives you a 'really' look before reaching for one of your wrists. "You're always in the mood for baby making. Been in the mood for months. Come on sweetheart, how many times do I need to tell you I'm sorry? Let me make it up to you."
"No." You swiftly pull away from him. "I'm showering and then going to bed." You head over to your dresser to grab a pair of pajamas to change into. Are you being petty? Maybe. But you and Taehyung have been trying for a baby over the past two weeks. So him being late tonight just feels like he isn't taking any of it seriously.
"Don't even think about trying to come in here," you spit, moving to close the door of the master bathroom. Taehyung gives a small sigh before stopping the door with his hands. Your eyes avert to the motion immediatelyâdamn his fingers for being so long and sleek.
"Baby I know I shouldn't have been late, and I know you're horny but aren't we being the tiniest bit stubborn here?"
"What the hell did you say?" You can't believe your ears. "You think this is me just being stubborn and horny? No, this is me-, you pause, scrambling for words. "I'm punishing you!" You point at him accusingly.
"Punishing me by withholding sex? From being an hour late tonight? I get it baby, I do but is that what you really want? To take a shower, then go to sleep." He pushes his way through the door and walks up to you until he's towering over you. His warm blonde locks drape over his eyesâ you know how soft they feel in your hands. "Or," his deep honeyed voice teases near your ear as he tugs on one of your robe's straps. "Do you want to take off this useless piece of material and I'll show you how sorry I am?" He sets his hands on your hips, tracing down the fabric of your robe. "I'll let you ride me," he husks.
You bite the inside of your cheek, desperately trying to keep yourself from throwing yourself at him. It's not every night that you're allowed to top with a husband as alpha as Taehyung in the bed. And the way his hands are moving so sensually up and down your sides is making you shudder with arousal.
"Fuck you. Fuck you to the moon and back Taehyung."
"Great, let's start that tonight." Taehyung takes it as a go and you pound on his back with your fists when you feel your whole body being slung over his shoulder. He plops you on the bed within seconds and crawls up to you in a straddling positionâthighs on either side of your waist. "I swear to god __, our baby better not inherent this stubborn streak of yours." He starts untying the knot of your robe and prys the material open to slip down your shoulders.
"What baby?" You sit up a little to let him remove it. "The only baby you seem to be making is with Park Jimin. You were at his house all day. Or was it Jungkook? Did you have a threesome with them?"
"For fucksake, no I wasn't having a threesome with those idiots who can't even get their dicks out of their pants." He tosses the robe to the side, cock swelling at the sight of you underneath him in lacey red lingerie and black lace gartersâthis he did not see before. "And I'm not into Jimin, he's too into his porno films. Now enough whining. I said I was sorry."
"You were watching porn with Jimin?!" Your eyes go large as saucers. Apparently, that's all you heard. Taehyung lets out a throaty growl, more than fed up with your attitude tonight.
"No I wasn't! Stop it. I wasn't fucking or watching people fuck." He holds your wrists down on the mattress to keep you from moving about. "You get so goddamn needy. I didn't realize you could get this horny."
"I told you its not aboutâ"
"Shut up and let me kiss you." Taehyung presses his mouth against yours, biting your lower lip like a sin. You squirm underneath his hold but end up moaning when he slips his tongue into the small crease between your lips.
"Taehyung," you let out a breathy gasp when you feel his fully hardened cock brush against your center. Not much else gets to come out after that as Taehyung continues to lick every corner of your mouth, toying with your tongue at the same time.
It's when he finally breaks from your lips to trace wet kisses along the curve of your neck that you can catch your breath again. His firm hold on your wrists also loosen, but you know exactly where they're moving next.
"Did you really expect me to believe you'd put on my favorite lingerie with these godforsaken garters only to not have your brains completely fucked tonight?" He squeezes your breasts and rolls his thumbs around your nipples, feeling them harden with the friction.
You choose to remain silent this time, slightest smirk on your face which no doubt irritates your husband to no end.
"Don't want to say anything anymore Mrs. Kim?" He fiddles with the front of your bra, specifically the tiny hook that's holding the cups together. "Nothing at all? Just gonna lay there and stare at me with those beautiful lusty eyes?"
"You know I was feeling really guilty earlier," Taehyung rasps, leaning back to throw his shirt over his head. "I was afraid you were actually mad at me and at first I think you were. But..." He reaches to unbuckle his belt. "Now you're just acting like a brat to tick me off."
You bite down a whimper when his cock bounces free, practically throbbing to be inside something. You've taken Taehyung many times with tears streaming down your face, each round reminding you of his massive size.
"Fuck," he groans as he takes himself in his palm. "If you want to be treated like a brat so much then it's your lucky day." He straddles your sides again, the head of his cock falling proudly in front of your lips. "Open," he demands, but you bite your lip; feigning innocence.
Your husband is not impressed, however. "Quit acting like you've never seen cock before," he barks. "You're the furthest thing from a virgin so open up."
Rude, you think before slowly sticking your tongue out until it touches the slit of his cock. You know it'll piss him off but you decide it's fun to keep swirling around the sensitive area, collecting the pre-cum dripping out.
"Shit, don't." Your husband groans and screws his eyes shut to keep himself from coming early.
You should take this as a warning but you're far too pleased of yourself so you continue teasing him, making sure a few purposeful moans slip out as you lick around his tan tip.
"Fuck I'm gonna blow my load in ten seconds if you don't stop. Baby, stop."
You ignore your husband's pleas and wrap your lips around the head of his length, sucking it with determination. As if to counter the filthy action you sparkle your eyes up into his dark ones. You make them as big as you can. Anytime now and he'll-
"I said stop you fucking slut!" The words are barked at you without warning. Taehyung takes his cock from you and slaps it across your cheek. A very sticky substance smears on your face. "Now, get my dick wet or nothing's going into that slutty little cunt."
You widen your mouth to take him deeper at his threat but it's too slowâor Taehyung's too impatient. Either way, his thick length shoves to the back of your throat and starts running in and out of your mouth with a vengeance. You choke at the intensity of each thrust, vision blurring due to the tears building.
"Is it too much sweetheart?' He provokes, beads of sweat line his forehead and a vein threatens to pop from his neck any second. "Too big for your pretty mouth to handle?"
You feel yourself clench as the heavy weight of his length glides faster on your tongue. The anticipation of his release is killing you and though you can't speak, right now, you want your husband to make you look like such a messy whore that his come fills your mouth and spills down your tits. Then you want him to flip you over, prop your ass up, and fuck you until burning hot sensation courses through your body.
While in thought, Taehyung takes the opportunity to slip himself out of your mouth. A string of spit can't help but follow with it.
"Butâ"
"It's plenty wet now," Taehyung smirks at your obvious distress. He moves to take your panties and garter off next. "Fuck," he swears in frustration. "How do you get this off dammit?" You help him wiggle yourself out of the contraption (which ends up taking a good five or six minutes).
As soon as the lace fabric is discarded, you find yourself quickly being lifted on his hardened member. Taehyung makes sure you're well-supported before roughly thrusting up into your wet cunt. Your breasts bounce to the rhythm he sets, tempting him to go faster.
"I promised I'd let you ride me didn't I?"
"Notâwhat Iâhad in mind," you pant. "Fuck, Taehyung you're always so fucking bigâah!" You grip his shoulders when his cock perfectly hits your g-spot.
"Good to see you've found your voice again baby. I was beginning to think you were going to give me the silent treatment this whole night."
"Shutâah shitâyes, Taehyung, right there! Faster, fuck!" You moan, too caught up in the way his cock is making you feel to care about talking back.
"What a filthy mouth on you Mrs. Kim. No one taught you any manners?" He darts his tongue out to gently graze across a nipple. At the action, you start moving with his thrusts; meeting them in sync.
"So good Taehyung." Your eyes flutter shut. "If this doesn't get me pregnant thenâ"
You squeal when you're suddenly thrown off his cock and turned on your stomach. With your ass positioned nice and high in the air, your husband can see every trace of your arousal.
"Don't worry about that sweetheart." His cock pushes back into your pussy, teeth nipping at your ear ever so gently but enough to send a shiver down your spine. "Daddy's definitely gonna make you a mommy tonight."
Taehyung caves over you to fully cover your back before picking up the same pace as before. "You want my cum baby?" He grunts. "Want me to fill you up and make you round with my child?"
"Yes-yes." You grip the sheets underneath you for leverage. "Want you to put a baby in me Taehyung."
"Fuckâsay that again." He growls and continues snapping his hips. The sound of skin slapping on skin is so lewd but you and Taehyung can't be bothered by the noise when you're breathing so heavily in each other's ear.
"I want you to put a baby in me Tae."
"Louder."
"I wantâ," you struggle to repeat the words when you feel your walls tighten around his length. Your stomach churns too and the way his cock fucks in you gets seemingly harder to take.
"Close baby?"
"Mm." You barely respond, too focused on getting to your high.
"And to think you were simply going to shower and sleep tonight." He circles back to your earlier argument with the cockiest smirk on his face but it's wiped off as quick as it came when you start grinding your hips to meet his thrusts.
"That's it," Taehyung clenches his teeth. "Get yourself offâholy fuck you feel so goddamn tight around me."
"I'mâI'm coming!" Once the cord snaps in you, your eyes roll to the back of your head. Ropes of your cum drip over your husband's length, covering it completely, and down part of your inner thigh. Taehyung's cock twitches in response and his breaths turn into aggressive pants as he starts chasing after his own release.
"Shit baby, shit! I'm so fucking close. Gonna breed this pussy, tell me you want it one more time baby."
"Mm, yes, want it so bad," you let out a strained moan. "Come in meâah daddy!" His length reaches a little further this time, making you yelp.
"Shit, you okay baby?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Keep moving. It just surprised me."
"If I go too hard, tell me okay?" You respond with the loudest 'mhm' you can.
After a few more broken groans and profanities your husband finally finishes with his cum painting your walls less than thirty seconds later.
A long sigh of relief leaves both your lips when you roll over on your backsâsweaty, sore, and satisfied.
"Wasn't expecting you to call me daddy in bed." Taehyung lazily hovers near your body and presses a kiss to your lips. You allow his tongue to slip in for a minute before shoving him off.
"Don't get used to it, mister. And don't ever slap me with your dick again. I'm all sticky."
"I'm sorry, do you want me to draw you a bath?"
"You best believe I do."
"Yes ma'am." Taehyung goes to get up but he falls back down. "Can you give me like ten minutes first? We went a little hard tonight, I can't really feel my dick."
"You sure about that?" You reach over to gently grip his length.
"Shitâhurts baby."
"Sorry." You grin, not sorry at all. "I'm sure it'll be fine in the morning."
Taehyung looks at you with a twinkle in his eyes. "Are you kidding? It'll be fine by the time I get you in the bath."
A/n: ...goodnight đ
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Oooh goodness, thank you đ„č this makes me happy to hear hehe đ
Also, I 100% agree with your wishes ,*wink wink* *hint hint* đđđđ I feel like, there is just so much story left for him đ
Bonded
âYou didnât think that having Jungkook save you from an abusive arranged marriage by marking you would mean that you would have to marry him instead. Yet here you are. Bonded to him for life, with his father threatening to ban you if you fuck it up and with your marriage night one step away. It wouldnât be that scary if you werenât aware that his family doesnât bond with omegas.â
- Sequel to Alpha -
Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x f. omega!Reader
Genre: Werewolves!AU, forced marriage!AU, childhood best friends to lovers!AU, marriage night!AU, Angst, Romance, SMUT
Warnings: Hard Dom!Jungkook, happy sub!Reader, size & strength kink, he is a lot taller than her, angst & misunderstandings in the beginning, poor woman gets threatened left and right at her own bonding party, please protect her, Kook is hurt by her at first but the problem gets solved hihi, her brother is a dick tbfh, insanely protective!Jungkook, whipped Alpha in loveeee, lots of kisses and touches, he is really soft with her & just a lil nervous, he is so lethal tbfh no wonder she gets turned on by him so easily bahaha, kissing & biting of her scent spots, the spots are on her neck and her tits and her inner thighs, he accidentally stimulates them long enough that she goes into heat, which makes him go into his ruts <3, this is a really passionate bonding night for sureeee, intense and hungry nipple sucking, her poor omega tits swell and produce sweet liquid (not milk just idk omega liquid lmaloaooa listen I made this up as I was going and it's hot), Jungkook eats it upppp, sooooo much slick, lots of drool and tears hihih, rough penetrative sex with his big alpha cock, knotting, lots of orgasms for both, breeding with his hot cum mhmh, listen he fucks her roughly while he is knotted which means she repeatedly gets penetrated by his knot, she likes it cause she is so into him, stimulation of her cervix which feels really good for an omega, she is in heaven with him fr, he never felt as good before as well, sex in missionary then in mating press and then just tangled up in a mess of limbs, praise, hand holding, he calls her "baby" & "my love" & "princess", the cuddliest and safest and giggliest aftercare, they're not aware of it yet but they're true mates <3, oh yeah! they break the bed
Wordcount: 15.8k
a/n: YOU HOES (affectionately) ASKED FOR IT AND THIS HOE (me, derogatory) LISTENED!!! I FUCKING LISTENED!!! AND I AGREED!! We need more Alpha!Kook in our life and on this blog. This is the hottest smut ever like (tmi but) i need to jerk it afterwards, which rarely happens with my smut HFAHDSFH i need him to be my alpha husband and rearrange my guts daily tbfh đ have fun besties, i hope this is a worthy enough sequel to the first part đ©đ ps: for all you omegaverse veterans, i'm still a newbie to this AU and this story is MY interpretation of the AU hehe any rule changes are done intentional to my comfort levels <3
If you knew that agreeing to Jungkookâs plan would mean This, perhaps you never would have agreed. Perhaps if the night hadnât been so stormy and you so hopeless, you wouldnât have said yes.Â
But you did and now you are here. In front of the entire pack, in a long dress as your packâs priest is talking about eternal faithfulness. You knew that being marked by an alpha would mean that you had to be with him, but didnât think it would mean This.Â
Your family is in the audience. First row, next to Jungkookâs family. Your brother stares at you with a look you canât quite make out. You still canât really stand his face. Jungkookâs father seems displeased and you donât blame him. The little stunt you pulled made alpha Urquard furious and it was Jungkookâs father who had to take care of it. He wanted to trade another omega at first, but Jungkook stopped him before that could happen. You didnât get to see Jungkook for two whole days after this incident and when he came back, his upper lip was chipped and he didnât want to talk about what happened.Â
âUrquardâs not gonna bother our pack again. Thatâs all you need to knowâ, he told you tiredly while you tried to nurse his lip. âAnd thereâs something else. Itâs about usâ, he then continued.
âAbout us? What about us?â
âIf we wanna keep living here, we have to do something.â
âWhat do we have to do?â
âAnd with this kiss, I may pronounce you husband and wifeâ, the priest says and howls. The rest of the pack follows. Everyone, except Jungkookâs father who is staring holes into you darkly. It is custom for werewolves to howl for a newly bonded couple. It is meant to bring luck and happiness into the marriage. Having the pack alpha refuse this ritual is not a good sign.Â
You gulp down the heavy lump in your throat, shifting your nervous eyes to Jungkook. He seems nervous too, clasping your clammy hands. He closes the distance. Thankfully the howls are loud enough to mask your voices.
âHe isnât-â
âI know. Ignore him. Heâs a stubborn idiot.â Jungkook cups your cheek. âCan I kiss you?âÂ
You hesitate, feeling dizzy from lack of oxygen in your lungs. His father isnât howling. What if Jungkook doesnât want this bond either? If you knew that your night with him would end in marriage, maybe you wouldnât have said yes to him. He wants to kiss you, doesnât he? His eyes are studying your lips. You want to kiss him too, but it is so scary to go for it. What if he doesnât want this bond? You hesitate and hesitate. As a matter of fact, you hesitate long enough for the howls to die down.Â
Heavy, thick silence follows. The pack stares. The priest stares. Jungkookâs father stares. Jungkook himself stares.
âHey uhm, this is the part where you kiss meâ, he whispers.Â
âI knowâ, you whisper back.
The priest clears his throat. Jungkook licks his lips nervously, still waiting for your consent. Someone in the audience coughs.
If you knew that agreeing to Jungkookâs plan would lead to having to bond with him, perhaps you never would have agreed. He promised you that you would just have to pretend, that you wouldnât have to be with him if you didnât want to and yet here you are. You are now officially his mate. Well, not until you kissed him. You really want to kiss him, but itâs so scary.Â
âYou have to kiss for the bond to be sealedâ, the priest whispers as well.Â
You glance at the audience. Your family seems nervous. Jungkookâs father seems hopeful but also very angry. You look at Jungkook, whose eyes have darkened slightly.
âIt seems that the bond is invali-â, the priest tries to announce loudly, but before he can finish his sentence, Jungkook silences him by pulling you into the kiss.Â
You gasp, eyes wide open and body frozen. His big hand is on the back of your head, keeping you close. The priest sees it as a sign and begins the howling again. It fills the wedding house, almost sounding like melodies of joy. But you feel sick to the stomach. You are mated for life. Jungkook made sure of it and you made sure of how your marriage will be because you hesitated. You can see it in his eyes once he pulls back and they are as cold as ice. Holy fuck, you messed up.
The iciness of his stare continues long into the festivities. It is the duty of the newly bonded couple to open the dance floor with a dance. You and Jungkook have to wait behind a curtain to be called to the floor. You arrive a little later than him because your mother wanted to talk to you before that. Something about being a good mate to him. You didnât really listen because she pissed you off.Â
Jungkook sends you an icy glare, tonguing his cheek.
âYouâ, you stomp to him. Your mother made you angry enough that you feel the need to take it out on him.Â
He watches you with a cocked up brow. You shove at his chest. He doesnât budge, but stares with widened eyes.Â
âHow dare you force the kiss onto me like this. You took away my choiceâ, you hiss.
âTch.â
âDonât tch me. You said that it was my choice. You forced me.â
He tenses his jaw, looking anywhere but you. You shove him again with no chance of moving him.Â
âDid you hear me?â
âI donât know if you already forgot the five prior conversations we had, but if we didnât bond today, my dad would have banished us both. I made sure that this wouldnât happenâ, he answers you snappishly.
âThis still doesnât give you the right to kiss me like thisâ, you throw back, shoving at his chest.
He doesnât budge, taking your hands to stop you from shoving him again. His grip is strong and possessive, but doesnât hurt.Â
âThe priest was gonna renounce our bond. I had to act fastâ, he hisses.
âYeah well, I didnât want to be forced into it.â
âI know that by nowâ, Jungkook spits and swipes your hands away, turning a cold shoulder to you. He crosses his arms in front of his chest so tightly it looks as if he is trying to hug himself.
âI want an apology for itâ, you insist.
âIâm sorry.âÂ
You falter for a moment, not having expected it.Â
âIâm sorry, okay? Just. Drop it now, please.â
âDrop it? Excuse me?âÂ
Jungkook turns his head away.
âLook at me when Iâm talking to you.â
No eye contact.
âJungkook?âÂ
âIâm done talking to youâ, he grumbles.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?âÂ
âIt means that you hurt me.â
You gawk at him, holding your breath. He turns to you, meeting your eyes with such urgency it feels as if he is trying to drown you in the connection.
âAll this talk about not wanting me to hold back. You told me not to stop telling you that youâre mine. Was it just empty talk?â he asks.
His heartbroken scent makes you feel heavy in your chest.Â
âWhat? I, I donât- what?â you stutter.
âDid it ever mean something to you?âÂ
âKook, I-â
âDonât call me thatâ, he hisses and steps closer. The thing is, however, that you donât feel the instinctive need to step back. He doesnât feel dangerous to you. Not because he isnât scary, because he definitely is, but because you know for a fact that he wouldnât hurt you. âDonât call me that after what you did today.â
You gulp. He puts his hand over his heart, eyes showing how hurt he feels. His voice quivers as he speaks.
âYou made me have my first knot ever. You, you made me feel so good that I bit you. You had your first knotting orgasm through me. I was fucking alive inside youâ, he say and puts his other hand on your stomach where you once allowed him to feel himself in you.Â
You gasp and tense at the touch, putting your hand over hisâ. His touch seeps into you, reminding you how it was to carry his warmth inside you. Everything inside you wants him within the first touch. The connection is so intense that you draw closer to him instinctively.
âI thought that it meant something to you too. So why did you hesitate?â he stresses, eyes racing between yours.
âI donât know.â
âYou donât know?â Jungkook pulls his hand away from your stomach. âWow, okay.â
âKook, please.â
âForget it. Letâs just get it over withâ, he hisses and a second later, the curtains open and you have to pretend to be a happy couple.
He takes your hand, leading you to the dance floor while howls and claps cheer you on. He positions you and him in the middle of the dance floor, looking down at you with a tightened face.Â
The music starts. So does the dance.Â
Jungkook leads it, you follow. He holds you so close. He looks so deeply into your eyes. To anyone else it must seem as if he canât get enough of his wife, but you are close enough to him that you know his true feelings. He wants this stupid dance to end as quickly as possible.Â
You canât bear to look up at him any longer, lowering your eyes.
âDonât. Look up.âÂ
You obey instinctively.
âYouâve already fucked up the kiss, donât fuck up the dance as well.âÂ
âIâm sorry.âÂ
âItâs already a little too late for that, isnât it?â he says and leans you back as part of the dance. For just a second you see the world upside down before he lifts you again, holding you against his chest as he twirls over the dance floor with you. It makes your dress dance with you and blurs the world around you. He furrows his brows.
âDid it ever mean anything to you?â he asks.Â
âI donât know.â
âYes or no? Itâs a simple answer.â
âI was desperate and I-â
âWow.âÂ
âI, I just meant that I donât know if it meant what it meant to you.â
âStop talking, seriously.â
You gulp. Jungkook looks away.Â
âYou have to look at meâ, you whisper panickedly.
âDonât worry, the dance is already fuckedâ, Jungkook says and coincidentally enough, the music switches just this moment. The rest of the pack fills the dance floor, but you barely notice them.
Jungkook steps back and leaves you in the middle of the dance floor. Your chest feels tight. You didnât want it to come to this. Of course it meant something to you, but he cornered you right now and you tend to say the wrong things under pressure. You didnât want to give him a dishonest answer, but didnât have the full answer ready yet. Oh god, this isnât what you wanted to happen.
Sudden fear fills you. You know instantly that his father is next to you. You force yourself to look at him, holding your breath.
âRuin this bond, you and your family can look for a new pack. Understood?â
You nod your head fearfully.
âSpeak up!âÂ
âYes! Understood!âÂ
âThatâs better. Fucking, bratty omega. Just because my son canât keep his dick in his pants. Iâll teach him how to discipline you, be sure of thatâ, he says with a deadly glare and turns his back to you, leaving you in the middle of the dance floor.
You bite back tears.Â
Alcohol. You need to forget this night. Yes, thatâs the solution.
Werewolf bonding parties arenât that different from human wedding parties. There is good music, delicious food, lots of dancing and even more laughter. There is also, of course, the occasional friendly fighting between two wolves, which may seem scary to a human but is perfectly normal to your species. There is even a saying that if a bonding party doesnât have friendly fighting, the bond will not last. A part of you had hoped that your party would be such a party just so it wouldnât be you who ruins the marriage and therefore has to carry the alphaâs wrath. But your wish wasnât granted the moment you watched Yoongi and Hoseok start a friendly wrestling march next to the margaritas bar.
Speaking of margaritas, you are drunk on them by now. Way too drunk, barely able to stand on two feet.Â
âFuck, I need airâ, you get out and turn to leave. You run your eyes over the crowd. Your family is by their table, your brother follows you with his eyes. You must be way too drunk because for a second it felt as if he was hunting you with them. You break contact, spotting Jungkook next. He is talking to one of the betas, Seokjin. He also seems terribly drunk. You look away quickly, stumbling past him on your way outside. He follows you with his eyes as you do, but you are too drunk to notice.
The night is cold. A welcome change to the stuffy air inside. Tonight is a new moon. You look up at the moonless sky. Weddings under a new moon mean that they will last long. Thatâs what the legends say. The new life together starts with the new cycle of the moon. First the fighting, now this. Your marriage seriously wants to last, doesnât it?
You stumble to a quiet corner, resting against the wall. The music is blurred behind a veil of alcohol and the thick walls of the venue.
The thing is, itâs not that you had to bond with Jungkook which upsets you so much. It is the fact that it had to happen under such circumstances. You are sure that if he didnât have to mark you in order to save your life, he would have never even thought about taking you as a mate. You know how his family thinks. A wolf with the alpha gen should mate with another wolf with the alpha gen. Bonding with an omega isnât a thing in Jungkookâs family. And this is what scares you. You are an omega in a family of alphas and his father seems to fucking hate it. What if Jungkook hates it too? He talked about keeping you safe and not wanting to let you go, but he probably didnât think that he would have to mate with you. He was probably high on his afterglow and talked without thinking.
âUrghâ, you let out, grinding your fangs.Â
But then, why was he so upset that you hesitated? Was it because he wanted to own you as quickly as possible? But he smelled heartbroken. Someone who is merely upset about not owning you wouldnât smell like this. This is confusing you so much.Â
âWho knew that you would be married before me.âÂ
You turn your head to your brother. You must be really drunk because his eyes still seem so different.
âItâs crazy to imagine that you came back and got bondedâ, he says.Â
âOnly because you fucked up and I almost had to die for it. Otherwise, Jungkook would have never had to step in and I would have never had to bond with himâ, you throw back.
Your brother studies you with furrowed brows.
âLook, I said that Iâm sorry and I am. It was an accident. I thought that she was a deer.â
âTch, sure. I know you were into her. I watched you sneak away sometimes to see her. You got jealous and decided to kill her because you couldnât bear the thought that she was to be with someone else. Admit itâ, you challenge him because you know that it was bullshit. Your brother would never kill someone out of jealousy.Â
Something changes in your brotherâs face, however. Your brother disappears, the face of an ice cold killer stares back at you. The face of a killer who killed before and who would do it again. He steps closer and you instinctively step back. Fear and the desire to flee overcomes you. It is difficult however when he has you cornered. It is a dark corner and there are no people around.
âWhat, what are you doing? You, you are scaryâ, you stutter.
âYou know, you were never supposed to come back.â
âWhat?â
âIf I were you, Iâd be careful with your words from now onâ, he warns, dragging the back of his hand down your face, âare we understood, sister?âÂ
You whimper instinctively, avoiding his eyes. His touch feels like sandpaper on your skin. He comes closer. You are so scared.Â
âAre we under-â, he stumbles back as a strong hand tugs him away from you. It is so rough in fact that he squeaks against his will.
âDo we have a problem here?â Jungkook growls, stepping between you and your brother. He is huffing his air, torso stretching the fabric of his suit because his protectiveness is making his body grow. Your brother tries to take a step closer, but instantly stops with just one deep growl of Jungkook.Â
Your brother looks at you for a brief moment. The person you once knew is gone from his eyes.Â
âI was already leavingâ, he presses out and turns his back to leave. He knows better than to pick a fight with Jungkook. He gets as far as one step before the latter pulls him back.Â
He tries to fight him in reaction, but gives up quickly when Jungkook renders him useless with a strong grip on his chin. His claws dimple his skin, threatening to break through. He is towering over your brother by now.Â
âYou are the one who is going to start picking his words carefully from now on. She is under my protection now. Is that clear?â
âIs this supposed to scare me?â
âDonât test me.â Jungkook hisses, shaking him by his chin. âIâll let you go tonight because youâre her brother and I donât wanna break her heart, but you threaten her again and youâre dead. Are we understood?â he snarls his words, eyes dangerously golden and sharp fangs on full display.
âYesâ, your brother croaks out.
âSpeak up!â Jungkook barks, shaking him.
âYes! Iâm sorry, yes!âÂ
âGood. Now leave, youâre ruining my wifeâs moodâ, Jungkook growls and pushes him away.Â
The man, who was once your brother, stumbles back and runs off with his tail tucked between his legs.
Jungkook stares him down until he truly left and only then, he turns to you. He puts his hands on your upper arms, touching you so gently one might never know how roughly he handled your brother seconds ago. His features are clouded over with worry. His body is smaller again and his muscles shrunk back to their relaxed size.
âAre you okay? Did he hurt you?â he asks, studying you worriedly.
You shake your head, gasping for air in small, helpless breaths.Â
âHey, sshhh youâre okay now. Youâre okayâ, he says, hugging you against his chest. One hand is on your back, the other on the back of your head. The calming scent of him engulfs you, masking your own frightened scent.
âPeople need to stop threatening me tonightâ, you get out, sobbing into him.
âYouâre okay, baby. Youâre okayâ, he keeps repeating the words, placing little kisses all over the crown of your head.
The fight of earlier feels far away to both of you. Especially to him.
It wasnât long after you stumbled past him, that he followed you outside. At first he followed you with the intent of confronting you again, but then he saw that you were talking to your brother and he stayed back. Because of his heightened senses, he heard everything of your conversation with him. He also smelled your fear even before hearing your whimper and it drove up his desire to protect you to such levels that he has to tremble now that he finally holds you safe and sound.Â
âYouâre okay. Iâm here now. Iâm here.â
You tilt your head up, meeting his eyes.
âThis wasnât my brother anymore.â
âI know, Iâm sorryâ, he says, wiping your tears.
âHe murdered her. Kook, he is a murderer.â
âI heard everything. Iâll take care of it. I promise.â
âHe looked at me as if he wanted to kill me too.â
âI wouldnât have let him. Heâd have been dead if he tried.â
âKookâ, you get out and hide away in his chest.
You smell so sad and heartbroken and scared. Jungkook feels parts of his body cramp from how much he trembles. He wants to protect you more than he already does. It is driving him insane that he canât do more for you.
âJungkook, I wanna go home but I donâtâŠâ Your sad scent reaches its peak as tears roll down your cheeks. âI donât even know where that is anymoreâ, you press out and sob.Â
âHey no, donât cry. Iâll take you homeâ, Jungkook says and puts his arm around you to lead you away from the venue. You let your head fall against him, crying loudly because everything is just a lot for you.Â
âDo we have to tell anyone? Can we just leave? What if they ask questions? I donât know what to do anymore, I donât-â
âHey, everything is gonna be okay. Weâre the bridal couple, theyâll just have to accept the fact that we left early.â
You nod your head in understanding. You are so glad that he took control right now. You would have been lost and overwhelmed without him.
You walk home side by side. It happens for comfort reasons that, after a while, you and he stop hugging so close. You are in nothing but your dress and he is in nothing but his suit. The streets are empty and quiet because the entire pack is currently at your wedding party.Â
You already walked long enough that you managed to calm down from the initial shock. It is an unspoken truth between you and him that you donât want to talk about what happened. This means, however, that your walk is silent and that feels really awkward.
The town you grew up in hasnât changed much ever since you were a child. The same trees still grow along the same streets, except that they are a lot taller these days. The same houses are still home to the same people and bonding nights are still held in the townâs sports hall.Â
Said sports hall is still close to the playground and the way home still leads through it.Â
You and Jungkook slow down as you walk down a metaphorical memory lane. You scraped your knee on the slide when you were eight and he had to blow on it to make it better. Jungkook sprained his ankle jumping off the swing when he was nine and you had to hold his hand as his mother rubbed it better again. Under the weeping willow, you and your friends played the silly little dares and you had your first kiss with him.Â
You look away from the tree, meeting Jungkookâs eyes. He looked at it as well. You turn your head away, feeling your throat tighten in panic. Jungkook feels his heart twist in reaction. The better voice in him says not to dwell on it, the love drunk idiot in him tells him to fight for it. He wins in the end.Â
âWanna sit on the swings?â he suggests.
âAnd do what?âÂ
âI donât know. Swing? Sober up a little?â
You contemplate for a second, nodding your head in the end.Â
You werenât even aware of how much you needed to sit until you are on the swing, stretching out your legs. You hate heels. Theyâre the worst shoes ever invented. You swing back and forth slowly, Jungkook does the same. This is still the same swing set you and he played on twenty years ago. The chains still leave this weird metallic smell on your hands and the rusty hinges seem to creak even more these days. You look up at the sky. The stars are so clear without the moon hiding them in her shine. You know this view all too well. In your left vision there are some branches of a maple tree and in the right a electrical pole is peaking at you. The view is familiar to you because twenty years ago, you and Jungkook sat at the same swing in the same order like you do today.Â
You dare to glance at him. He is looking at the sky, unaware of your eyes on him. His face is relaxed, his lips slightly parted in awe of the vast universe. His eyes are the darkest brown right now, reflecting the stars. The street lights behind him illuminate the edges of his silhouette, glimmering in parts of his dark hair as well. He is so beautiful when he thinks that no one is looking.Â
To think that you subconsciously chose the same swing even after all these years. He broke your heart like this fifteen years ago and now you are back, bonded. Your heart feels heavy. You shouldnât have hesitated. You donât know how Jungkook feels about this bond, but you get a feeling that you shouldnât have hesitated.Â
A gust of wind sweeps through the playground and makes you shiver. Your teeth clatter and you wrap your arms around yourself to rub your freezing skin. He looks at you, studying you.
âAre you cold?â he asks.Â
âItâs fine. I just wasnât planning on being outside for so long. I only wanted to catch some air for a bit. Iâm kinda drunk.â
Jungkook stands up from his swing.
You watch him, confused.
He shrugs off his suit jacket and closes the distance to put it over your shoulders. It is warmed up from him, instantly stilling your shivers. It also smells like him, making you just a little droopy. He hovers his hands over your shoulders because he doesnât know if you want his touch, talking in a soft voice.Â
âIs this better?âÂ
âYeah, thanksâ, you whisper, feeling your heart race.Â
âGood. Keep it. Iâm too hot anywayâ, he says and leaves your side to sit down next to you.
He swings back and forth gently, watching some leaves dance on the ground as the wind carries them. Now is the perfect opportunity to talk, but he feels mute. He doesnât want to fuck it up. Or perhaps he just doesnât want to get hurt again.Â
He dances his eyes over the playground, reminiscing on all the memories he shares with you here. You and he could have been so right and then his father fucked him up. Jungkook forces down the heavy lump in his throat.
âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
He looks at you with widened eyes.
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âIâm an omega. I can smell when people around me are upset.â
âAh. I donât know. I guess, just thinking of old stuffâ, he says and rubs the side of his neck.Â
âYeah. Lots of memories hereâ, you say and sigh.
Jungkook sees it as his cue to ask you what he had planned to ask you before he witnessed you with your brother instead.Â
âWhy did you hesitate?â
You almost fall off the swing in shock. Jungkook takes your hand, providing you with support. He feels vast of air when you instinctively squeeze him back and intertwine your fingers deeper. There they are again. Those mixed signals. You say one thing, but do the other. You do another thing, but say the complete opposite. Jungkook can barely take the confusion anymore, repeating his question again.Â
âI get it that you were nervous, but it looked like you didnât want to kiss me at all. Why?â
âI justâŠâ, you pull your hand back, swinging gently to soothe yourself.
Jungkook swings as well, looking at you.Â
âAll of this is a lot for me. I went from a normal woman to a sex slave by a snatch to an omega marked, to a wife in the span of two weeks. This is a lot to work through.â
âYeah, when you put it like this, it really is.â
âI didnât think that our little stunt in the shed would lead to this.â
âYeah honestly, neither did I. I thought that they would want us to date for a little and thatâs it.â
âYeahâ, you agree and glance at him. âIâm scared that you are only doing this because your dad forced you. Thatâs why I hesitated. I saw the way he looked at me.â
âDonât think about him. He is old and unhappy. He didnât force me. Not when IâŠI dreamt of having you as my wife ever since Iâve known you.â
âWhat?â
You stop swinging. Jungkook stops as well, turning with the swing to face you.
âI think thatâs why I kissed you. The priest wanted to announce that itâs invalid and I panicked and went in. I just needed to know that this wouldnât be lost forever.â
âOh my god, you dreamed of bonding with me?â you press out, eyes full of emotions.
âEver since Iâve known you. Well, you know, ever since I knew what bonding meant. I always wanted it to be with you.â
âKookâŠâ
He rests his head against the metal chain, reaching his hands out for you. You turn with your swing and take his hands, feeling your pulse in your neck because of how high he raises it. His thumbs draw hearts on your skin, his eyes are so soft.
âYeah, I guess itâs out there nowâ, he says, laughing softly.
âIt isâ, you whisper and squeeze his hands.
Jungkook squeezes them right back, smiling with his eyes before it washes over his lips as well.Â
âI canât believe youâre telling me this on the same swing set you best friend broke up with me when we were twelve.âÂ
He laughs, lifting his brows for it. Itâs such a cute laugh, making you laugh with him.Â
âCorrection, where I was forced to best friend break up with you âcause my dad is a control freak.âÂ
âRight. Iâm sorry that your dad sucks.âÂ
"Yeah, I guess I got used to it. Heâs my dad, thatâs how he is.âÂ
âIâm still sorry.â
âThanks.â Jungkook says and lets go of your hands to twirl back to the front. He takes a deep breath and stands up.
âWhere are you going?â
âIf I remember correctly, you always loved the swing the most.âÂ
âI did, but whatâs that got to do with anything?â
He walks behind you and puts his hands on the chain of the swing.Â
âHold on tight.âÂ
âHuh? Oh!âÂ
He pushes you, making you swing back and forth. You squeal, having to laugh afterwards. Jungkook snickers with you, pushing you a second time to make you swing higher. Your shared laughter dances through the playground and in this short moment in lifeâs series of moments, you and he feel like kids again. There are no responsibilities lingering in the back of your heads, no fears of the future, no stresses of past days nor dreams ruined by reality. You and he are twelve again, using the swings after a long day of playing adventurers in the forests. The stars shine brighter and the wind doesnât feel that cold anymore. You are alive again, flying to the very stars with each push Jungkook gives you.Â
âNot too high please, Iâll get scaredâ, you squeal, feeling tears of laughter run down your cheeks.Â
âDonât worry, I wonât push you too high. I never did, remember?âÂ
You and he talk as he continues to push you on the swing.Â
âIf I remember correctly, you sometimes pushed me way too high because you were a gremlin like that.â
âA gremlin? Wow, okayâ, he laughs and pushes you extra hard as playful revenge.
âHey! No, itâs too high!â you squeak, laughing way too much.
Jungkook does it again.
âKook please! Iâm gonna fall, ah!âÂ
And it happens. Your drunk ass falls off the swing. You squeal, preparing for impact which never comes. Instead he catches you in his strong arms, looking down at you with protective, caring eyes.
âAre you okay?â he whispers.
âYeah, thanksâ, you whisper, watching his lips move. You giggle, dropping your head on his shoulder, âfuck, Iâm too clumsy for this.âÂ
âHah, yeah.â
Jungkook noticed that you looked at his lips. For just a second, he wanted to kiss you. In the end, he didnât. He wonât ever kiss you again without your consent.Â
He sets you down gently, holding both your hands against his chest. You look up at him, feeling a little robbed of air. His eyes race between yours as if he trying to build connection between your souls with just one look.
âI promise to be a good husband to you. No harm shall ever come to you through my hands and if I should ever break this promise, it is your right to strike me down. You have my body as protection and my heart to find a home in, ___. You always have and you always will.â
âYou keep saying that. Does it mean..?â
âIt does. It means that I love you and that Iâll do anything to make you happy.â He exhales shakily. âI know that you donât feel the same and Iâm sorry again that I kissed you. Please, can you forgive-âÂ
You put your finger on his lips, silencing him. He whimpers a little because of it.
âCan I say something now? Please?âÂ
âOf courseâ, he says and steps back, fumbling with his own hands nervously.Â
âIâm not mad at you anymore that you kissed me. I, I was planning to kiss you, I was. I just, I saw your dad and he wasnât howling and then I thought that weâre only in this situation because you had to save me. And I panicked and I was scared that weâd regret it and yeah.âÂ
He nods his head in understanding, lowering his eyes sadly. You take his hand.
âIt meant something to me too.âÂ
He meets your emotional eyes, feeling emotional himself.
âIt meant something to me, maybe not the same as it did to you but it did mean something to me. I wanted to tell you this, but didnât know how. I get nervous when Iâm cornered and I forget my words and then say dumb stuff.â
âI get it. Iâm sorry that I cornered you. I guess I have the tendency to be pushy when Iâm nervous. I shouldnât have cornered you, Iâm sorry.â
âYeah well, I should have said something. I liked what we did in the shed and it meant something to me.â You put his hand on your stomach. âYou were alive inside me and it was the best feeling I ever experienced.â
Jungkook sighs your name, instinctively drawing closer to you.
âBut we also barely know each other as adults. What if we realize that weâre not right as mates once we get to know each other?âÂ
âI donât think that will happen. Iâm still the same than I was before, just older.âÂ
âYouâre an alpha these days.â
âI am and Iâll use this status to provide for you and to keep you safe. I promise.âÂ
âReally?â you whisper, looking up at him with those same puppy eyes you had in the shed.Â
Jungkook feels weak in the knees. Those eyes are lethal to him.
âYes, really. All I want is someone to provide for, someone to care for and protect. And for that someone to be you. I just. I wanna keep you safe, ___â, he says.
âOhâ, you let out and exhales shakily.
âMhm, yeahâ, he breathes and brushes the back of his fingers down your temple.
âButâ, you begin.
âYes?â
âBut not too much. I donât want you to get hurtâ, you say and trace his upper lip. The cut healed by now, but the memory of how it looked is still in your mind. Jungkook chases your touch, closing his fingers around your wrists. He holds you tenderly, tracing the spots most sensitive with his thumbs.Â
âAlright, not too muchâ, he whispers, smiling softly.Â
You share silence, looking at the other. Jungkook is the one to break it.Â
âWeâll get to know each other again and itâs gonna be nice. I want to make this workâ, he whispers.
âI wanna make it work too. Not for the sake of my safety or anything, but because I wanna love you too.âÂ
âYou do?âÂ
You nod your head.
Jungkook exhales shakily, closing the distance for a kiss. He stops just a breath away.
âCan I kiss you?â he asks.
You give him your answer by erasing the remaining distance, connecting your lips with hisâ. His knees buckle, his arms instantly fall around you to hold you close. The world around you seems non-existent as your lips are lost in the kind of kiss a bonded couple should exchange. It is epic. Jungkook feels so alive. He knows that if he tried hard enough, he could touch the stars.Â
You feel the same. This kiss is your reminder that whatever you and he have is out of your control. It is a bond made by fate, formed under a new moon. This is how you felt in the shed when he was alive inside you.Â
Those feelings are heightened because of the alcohol, forcing you closer to him. Which makes him lose control for just a second, ending in you pressed up against the swing set post and with his hand on your lower back.Â
It knocks out a soft moan from you. Jungkook answers it in a deep purr, sliding his right hand to your cheek to tilt your head higher. He sucks on your lower lip, ending it with a gentle bite.
The effect is instant for you. Slick begins to gather between your legs, your head gets droopy and everything inside you screams at you to give yourself to him.
Breathing shakily, you break the kiss. He stays close, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes and parted lips.
âOh my godâ, you whisper, tracing your own lips. Theyâre tingling from what he did.
âYeah. Right?â he agrees, scrunching his nose and stubbing your temple with his forehead in a gesture of adoration. âWhoâd have known that weâd kiss like this hereâ, he says, gazing at you.
Your eyes soften in submission. Jungkook feels drawn to you beyond repair.
âKeep looking at me with those eyes and we wonât reach home tonightâ, he rasps, touching your waist as he basically undresses you with his eyes. âIâd take you right here and now. Make you feel so good that you see new constellations.â
Drunk you cannot handle talk like this, breaking into giddy giggles and hiding away in his chest.Â
âAre you laughing at me?â he gasps.
âNo, oh god no. Itâs just, nobody ever talked to me like this beforeâ, you explain yourself between giggles, nuzzling closer.
Jungkook chuckles, rubbing your back.Â
âGet used to it. I realised that Iâm kinda outta control when it comes to you. Maybe itâs the alpha gen.â
âMaybeâ, you look up at him with pretty puppy eyes, arms wrapped around his waist and chin resting against his chest.Â
He stubs your nose with his own, hands groping your butt possessively.Â
âStop looking at me.â
âItâs hard. When you touch me, I also lose control. I think itâs the omega gen.â
âMaybe. Or maybe youâre just a lightweight.â
âHah! So youâre saying Iâm just drunk?â
âBasically, yeah.â
You snicker, Jungkook grins.
âCome on, letâs go home before I actually do something indecent to you.â
You gladly let him hold your hand now that his kiss triggered your affectionate instincts, following him in happy steps.
Your walk home ends at Jungkookâs house. Two stories high and with a big garden surrounding it, it was one of the more luxurious houses in town.Â
âThis is where weâll live?âÂ
âIf you want to. I figured, you know, given how you still live with your parents and Iâm living alone, we could use my place. Itâs totally fine if you donât want to.â
âNo, itâs okay.âÂ
âYes? Great then we can get your stuff in the coming days. But for now, let me do this rightâ, he says and swoops you off your feet.
âAhâ, you let out, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. âWhat are you doing?âÂ
âCarrying you over the threshold. Why?âÂ
âNothing, itâs soâ, you stop talking to giggle instead, nuzzling your nose against his cheek. âItâs so cheesy.â
Jungkook chuckles, heart racing in his chest. He kicks the door closed behind him and does a twirl in the middle of his hallway.Â
âWait! Iâm too drunk for this! Eeekâ, you squeak, hiding away in his neck. âPlease stop, Iâm too dizzy.â
Luckily for you, Jungkook listens. He stops and sets you down, holding you close as you sway.Â
âThis wasnât funny. Oh god, Iâm dizzyâ, you laugh, dropping your forehead against his chest. He rests his cheek against your head, talking in a chuckle.
âSee? Told you. Total lightweight.â
âIâm not a lightweight. Youâre just a gremlinâ, you say and shove at his chest. He laughs, holding your hands.
âYouâre adorable. Come, dance with meâ, he says, placing your left hand on his neck and holding the other.
âDance? Right now?â
âYeah. Just you and I. Weâll do it right this time.â
âBut Iâm dizzy.â You step on his foot, making him groan. âAnd I have two left feet when drunk. Sorry, are you okay?â
âIâm okay. Iâm more than okayâ, he says, smiling at you as your bodies move to silent melodies.
âSorry.âÂ
âItâs fine, baby. Just look at meâ, he whispers, right hand on your lower back. It is so warm.Â
You look up at him. The pull is magnetic and fucking electric. You are so attracted to him. He has you feeling drunker than any amount of alcohol ever could. You are so fuzzy inside because of all the laughing you have been doing.Â
âYou have the most beautiful eyes everâ, Jungkook whispers, raising your pulse with it.
âKook, Iâ, you begin, eyes flitting to his lips. Merely seeing the shape of them is enough to reignite the flames in your stomach. Dancing becomes a little harder now that you are so excited.
âWhatâs the matter?â he whispers.
âItâs embarrassingâ, you confess with a heated face.
âTell me.âÂ
âNo, itâs so stupid. I donât even wanna do it but it just happens.âÂ
He guides his touch from your lower back to your waist. Gentle and loving but insanely possessive at the same time. âI promise I wonât laugh.â
You hesitate.
âPromise.â
âIâm, uh, there is slick.âÂ
Jungkook draws closer, making you chase his kiss.Â
âShit. There is?âÂ
âYeahâ, you whimper.
He lowers his eyes, making you taste the idea of his kiss. It makes you so desperate for him.
âIs this normal for you orâŠ.âÂ
You shake your head, âit never happened before. Not like this. Or that easily. I donât know, Iâm sorry, I canât stop it.â
âHoly fuck. Baby.â
âItâs so stupid.â
âNo, itâs not. Just kiss me.âÂ
You kiss him. At least you try to because before your lips can touch, you step on his toes again. Vigorously.
âOuch, heyâ, he gasps, flinching back.
âSorry! Oh my god, sorry. Are you okay?"Â
âAh fuckâ, he laughs, âyeah, Iâm okay. Youâre a terrible dancer.â
âHeyâ, you pout.Â
He chuckles and pecks your cheek.
âI want to show you one thing before we make it officialâ, he says.
âShow me, please.â
âFollow me. You can leave your shoes by the door.â
Jungkookâs home is somehow exactly how you imagined it to be. It is neat and tidy, but doesnât really have a lot of character. The rooms are spacious with little furniture filling them. The furniture is modern and there are barely any decorations present. It is the house of someone who doesnât feel at home in it. The desire to make it cozy and homey for him becomes stronger and stronger within you. There are already a million ideas swarming your head.
âYouâre quiet. Do you not like it here?â Jungkook asks you.
âNo, itâs not that. Iâm thinking.â
"About what?â
âItâs gonna sound silly.â
âTell me.â
âI already have so many ideas on how to make it cozier here. Sorry, I know itâs your house and everything.â
Jungkook steps close and cradles your face, making you look up at him.
âAnd itâs your home. Make it as cozy as you want toâ, he speaks softly, eyes warm and caring.
âReally?âÂ
He nods, kissing your forehead.
âThis place never felt like a home to me anyway. It can use the caring touch of an omega.âÂ
You canât explain how he makes you feel because you never experienced it before. The best way to describe it is cozy and safe. You want to curl up close to him and be yourself with him. This is how he makes you feel. As if you are allowed to be your truest You.Â
âSpeaking of cozy omegas, weâre here.â
âHere where?â
âMy surprise for you. I worked hard on it these past few days.â
He opens the door for you, allowing you view of one of the coziest rooms you have ever seen. It is filled with soft surfaces to lie on. A bed, a big sofa, some bean bags, a window bench. Curtains frame the window and the bed. The floor is covered in soft rugs. There are pillows to sink into on every surface and he installed fairy lights on the wall and the bed frame.Â
âWhatâs this?â you gasp.
âItâs your nest.âÂ
You look at him. He is clearly nervous, smelling of it as well.
âIâm still new to the entire omega heat thing. I know that theyâre a thing, obviously, and I know that you like to get cozy for them. I looked up nest inspirations online. It told me that you like lots of pillows and blankets and that I should make it cozy and warm. You can totally change everything in this room, of course.â He touches the side of his neck. âI just thought that Iâd try to make it comfortable for you. At least maybe? I donât know, I just wanna make it nice for you.âÂ
Your lower lip trembles.
âFuck, Iâm sorry. I didnât wanna make you cry. Is it that bad? Iâm sorry, I suck at interior design.â
You shake your head and fall around his neck, âthank you.âÂ
Jungkook closes his arms around you, nuzzling his nose into your neck. You smell of happiness right now.Â
âDoes this mean you like it?â he asks.
âI love it so much. I never had a nest before. Iâm so happy.âÂ
âYou are?â
âYes, so much.â
You step back, giving him a smile. Jungkook retorts it. You giggle and turn so you can hurry through the room.
Jungkook watches you, enjoying the droopy feelings in his chest. The longer you are in the room and the more details you spot, the stronger your scent of happiness gets. It almost fills up the entire room by now, making him feel so warm and complete. He feels at home in his house for the very first time.
âThis is so cozy, oh my god. So soft, wow. I love this colour, holy moly. Wow. So cozy. Wowâ, you gush and gasp as you inspect everything and anything.Â
You end up dropping into one of the beanbags, nuzzling into it as deep as possible while you purr in contentment.Â
Jungkook feels his knees buckle. He got you to purr. Holy fuck, he was seriously placed on this earth to treat you right.Â
He closes the distance between you and him, kneeling down in front of you. He comes closer, putting his weight on his elbow which he rests on the beanbag above your head. He leans down to kiss your cheek.Â
You stop your nuzzling, gasping quietly as his sudden closeness surprises you. You look up and canât look away again.
âYouâre the most beautiful bride I have ever seenâ, he whispers, cradling your cheek with his other hand.
âOhâ, you let out, feeling dizzy.Â
âNo wonder I had to kiss you.â He furrows his brows. âI know I shouldnât have done this and Iâm sorry.âÂ
âIâm not angry anymore. You built me a nestâ, you tear up, âJungkook, please give me my bonding night. I want to be with you.â
âReally? Are you sure?â
âSo sure, please. I canât take it anymore.â You shiver. âI keep producing slick and Iâm so cold without you and, and I wanna feel that good again. Like we did in the shed. I, I wanna feel like this again. Please.â
Jungkook closes his fist on the beanbag, trying to keep himself at bay. His instincts threaten to kick in when you beg like this.
âDo you want it here?â
âYes, please.â
âAnd you know what Iâll do to you? What might happen again?â
You deepen the lethalness of your puppy eyes, taking his hand to put it over your stomach. You whisper your words, turning him into puddy.
âI want to feel alive again. Together with you.âÂ
âHoly fuck, ___â, Jungkook croaks and goes in for a kiss. He growls and stops himself. âI need you to say that you understand. Please, donât make me do it without hearing it first.â
âYes, Kook. I know what youâll do to me. I need you to, please.âÂ
âThank you. Oh my god baby, I wanna treat you so rightâ, he croaks out and finally falls into the kiss. âIâll never ever force myself onto you again. Never. Fucking never. Holy fuck, babyâ, he babbles between kisses, turning you into a weak, turned on mess. âWanna treat you so right. My baby. Mine.âÂ
His touch is everywhere at the same time, unable to decide where to find its home. It feels so good. Each spot he touches, tingles and heats up. Whenever he changes spots, it leaves behind shivers and goosebumps before the entire process repeats itself again.
You want to keep kissing him, but soon have to stop because of his touch. You have to gasp for air, you would suffocate otherwise.Â
Jungkook, barely holding onto the threat of humanity by now, doesnât see any problem in being denied your lips. He kisses a path to your neck hungrily. Your aroused smell becomes stronger and stronger the closer he gets to your scent glands. He knows how good it feels when someone kisses his scent spots and he wonders if it is the same for you.Â
He kisses the spot on your left side, forcing you to arch your back and gasp loudly. You instinctively grasp his back.
âDo you like this?â he rasps his words, nibbling on the sensitive spot. You smell so good. Jungkook has never felt such an obsession with anotherâs scent before. He needs it all over his body, melted with his skin so everyone can smell who his heart belongs to. He canât stop kissing you, picking up more and more of your scent.
âDoes this feel good?â he asks again because you were too busy gasping the first time.
âYe-yeahâ, you gasp out, staring at the ceiling in shock. Your fingers twitch and tremble on his back, claws threatening to come out and slice open his shirt.Â
What is happening to you? You were kissed on your neck before, but this feels different. This feels lethal, fateful, like it is changing the way you view pleasure. You have never felt so electric before and so close to losing control.Â
âYou smell so good, I canât get enough.â
âWow, oh god, wowâŠâ
Jungkook stays on your left side until he can smell your arousal on his lips. Only then, does he kiss a sloppy path to your right side. He moans when he witnesses you roll your head to the side willingly and he moans again when he goes in to worship your hard working scent spot. And it is working hard. Fucking hell, you smell like pure sex and arousal. Jungkook huffs it up hungrily, biting and licking at the delicious spot.Â
All while you stare and gasp and lose control over yourself. The bites feel so good. You want to squirm and moan. Your head is fuzzy, your body so weakened. What is happening? What the fuck is happening to you? You canât stop producing more slick. You are so hot. Seriously, so fucking hot. Oh god, you canât think anymore. Anything you can think is how much you need him to fuck you.Â
âSeriously, fuckâ, Jungkook comes up for air, mouthing at your cheek drunkenly, âyou smell so good. I feel high.â
âI wanna be nakedâ, you croak out, arching your back. You donât have many thoughts except desire and sex. Being naked is all you crave right now. If youâre naked, Jungkook can potentially bite more parts of you. This is the logic of your fuzzy mind and it is driving you crazy that it isnât your reality yet.
âSit up then and let me open your dress.â
You obey gladly, almost dry heaving in desire. Jungkook reaches behind you and opens your dress. He wanted to pull it off slowly to make the moment romantic, but you shrug it off quickly for him.Â
He meets your eyes. They are golden and clouded in desire.
âAre you okay with this?â he asks.
âWhy not?â
âI never saw you naked before.âÂ
âOh.â A little clarity returns to your eyes. âRight.â
He can smell hints of coyness in your scent. And a little bit of nervousness.Â
âWrap your arms around me.â
You obey his order and like this, Jungkook is able to lift you out of your dress and carry you to bed. He lays you down carefully, straddling your lap without sitting down.Â
You are below him in nothing but your underwear, feeling small and fragile, but so safe.Â
âDo you wanna take it slower?â he suggests.
âNo, just nervous thatâs all.â
âDonât worry, Iâll be gentle. We can slow down whenever you need to.â
âOkayâ, you whisper and make puppy eyes at him, âcan you, uhm, can you bite me more?âÂ
âYes. Wow this isâŠhah. Of courseâ, he lets out, âfirst, let me match you.âÂ
He is getting undressed. First his tie, then he opens his buttons. His shirt leaves him first, next his belt and last his slacks. He stays in his briefs, heavy cock straining the fabric as much as he soaks it.Â
Now sharing in your state of undress, he leans down, taking your hands to pin them gently. He kisses you, blurring your thoughts into one big mess of arousal and safety. His thumbs caress your hands as he kisses you. Your scent is on his face, forcing even more slick to run out of you. Any sort of nervousness you felt is getting wiped out with each new kiss you share. He tastes so goddamn good. His lips are soft and the piercings on them are so exciting to feel.
The kiss breaks when air is sparse. Jungkook stays close to paint paths of worship down your body. He bites the softest spots and sucks marks of ownership on the firmer spots. And you are in heaven, wishing for him to never stop. Such heavenly feelings are unfamiliar to you. You had people mark you before, but it didnât feel like this. With Jungkook, you need him to continue. You need to know that every single inch of you is marked by him in one way or the other. Whether it be a bite mark, a kiss spot or his scent, you need it on your body and each time he gives it to you, you leak more slick. It is out of your control, unfamiliar and amazing. So amazing.Â
Jungkook is lingering over your sternum right now, hot breath tickling your skin. His strong hands are holding you under your armpits, reminding you that you were owned by the safest lover.Â
âI know itâs difficult for you, but please stop me if I go too fast. I canât stop myself once I let go, so I need you to yell it at me.âÂ
âPlease. Donât stop. Please, you feel so goodâ, you sigh, writhing.
âWow, IâŠ.fuck, I want youâ, he rasps, having to kiss every inch of you. âI want you. I want you so bad.âÂ
âAhâŠpleaseâŠdonât stopâŠâ
Jungkook reaches your breasts. They are swollen and plumb from arousal. They arenât always like this. When you are feeling normal, they also look and feel normal. They are how breasts are supposed to be, sagging from gravity and soft when lying down. Not right now. They stay in place. They are a little bigger, plumber and hot to the touch. They also smell like your arousal. Even through the fabric of your bra. It is so much sweeter and richer than it was on your neck. Jungkook moans like a druggy having found his drug, going in for a taste with an open mouth and way too much tongue.Â
âAhâ, you whimper, following it up with a submissive mewl. You are losing control again and it feels so good. Why does everything he does feel so good? It is as if you are a virgin being touched for the very first time, which is insane because you definitely arenât.Â
âYour skinâs so soft and warm. I canât get enough of youâ, he mumbles between his hungry kisses, turning you into puddy. You lost sense of how much more you can still take before you burst.Â
His masculine, possessive hands hold your breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh desperately. His spit soaks the fabric of your bra, leaving behind spots of coldness whenever he moves on to a new spot.
It happens again. You experience sensations you have never felt before. People played with your tits before, you played with them as well but it never felt like this. It never felt so otherworldly. They are so swollen. You canât breathe because there is so much pressure building up behind your nipples. You throw your hand over your mouth to muffle the overwhelmed sob, twisting the sheets with your other hand. It hurts. The pressure really hurts not to be taken care of.
Jungkook doesnât seem to hear your panicked whimper because he doesnât slow down in his feast.Â
âYour scent, Iâm so high. Itâs insane, holy fuck, so goodâŠâÂ
It gets too much for you. The pressure hurts so much. Youâre scared. What is happening to you?Â
Jungkook squeezes your breasts and bites down gently. The pressure bursts. You wail, arching your back as warmth trickles out of your nipples, soaking your bra.Â
The sweet scent of it hits his nose instantly. He tenses up and shudders, cock threatening to burst through his briefs.
âWhat the-â
Jungkookâs instincts tell him to rip your bra off and lick up the sweet scent, but he forces himself to be stronger than them. It is you who lies below him in such a vulnerable state. If he took advantage of that, he would never forgive himself.Â
âJungkook, help me. Please. Iâm scaredâ, you beg him in a quivering voice.Â
âTry to focus on me. Focus baby, right hereâ, he tells you, cradling your cheeks.
Your eyes search aimlessly for a moment, but soon find their home in his gaze.Â
âKooâ, you whimper, grabbing his wrists, âIâm scared. What is happening to me?â
âI donât know. It never happened to me before. My instincts tell me to clean it for you, but I donât know if you want this.â
âPlease, it hurts. Just make it stop, please.âÂ
âAre you sure?âÂ
âYes, pleaseâ, you sob.Â
âSit up.â
You barely manage to obey. Jungkook supports you, using his other hand to open your bra and tug it off of you. He throws it to the side, helping you lie down again.Â
Your breasts, normally victims to gravity, stay plumb and perky as you lie down. It is yet another proof that whatever he is doing to you is working beyond comprehension.
âHoly fuck, ___, your titsâ, Jungkook gets out, gawking at them in total awe. They are seriously so swollen, your nipples are so hard and they seem to keep leaking pearlescent liquid. âYouâre so beautiful, but holy fuck theyâre so swollen. Baby, wow.,â
âI donât know whatâs happening. Theyâre so⊠soâŠthereâs so much pressure.â
âI canât. Oh god.â
If only you and he knew that this is happening to you because he stimulated your scent glands. If only you knew that simulation of said glands only works this well with your true mate. You could have a hundred other men play with your tits the same way Jungkook did, but your body would never fall into such helplessness with any of them. Only he will get you to such levels of pleasure. Because it is only his mouth which is destined to taste your sweet pleasure.
You and he are unaware of this fact however, because this is still new to both of you.Â
âWhat, what do you need me to do?â He stutters, salivating.
âI donât know. Your instincts, I donât- ah.â
âRight.â His eyes glow golden. âMy instinctsâ, he growls and gives in to the voices. âStay still, Iâll take care of it.â
He picks up your tits and squeezes them together so your nipples are close to each other. He lowers his dripping mouth to them, taking in your right first but with the intention that your left will follow very soon.Â
His instincts tell him to stimulate your nipples with soft bites first until they are throbbing and then change to sucking them. He listens to his instincts, getting you to moan so loudly that his cock throbs painfully.
âIs this working, baby?â he asks, drooling all over your sweet nipples.
âOh god, yeahâ, you croak, arching your back. You twist the sheets, curling your toes. âIt doesnât hurt anymore, Koo thank youâŠâ
âFuuuck baby, so hotâ, he drags out his words until it turns into a growl instead, loving you oh so right.
He bites and bites, licks whenever you sob and bites some more, all while his strong fingers knead your plumpness. And then it happens. You arch your back and wail up as his stimulation finally forces your breasts to tighten and throb. Liquid shoots into his mouth and down his throat. It is the sweetest taste he ever had on his tongue, intoxicating him beyond saving. Jungkookâs eyes roll back, he thinks that for a second he blacks out before he comes back to be totally guided by his instincts.Â
He gurgles and moans, sucking the sweet nectar from your right nipple while his fingers play with your left just to keep it ready for him. It is a messy business and whenever he changes sides, he has to lick up the mess he made before he can suck on your nipple. It is not a terrible fate. On the contrary, itâs heaven. For both. Jungkook has never felt this high before while you love his tongue on your body. He is so hot and soft, giving you the perfect contrast to the sharp bites his fangs give you.
âKook oh god, Kook ah! Ah! A-ah!âÂ
You spill tears, grabbing your own face to muffle yourself and make sense of what is happening to you. This is life altering. You are in a constant state of genuine orgasmic bliss and it doesnât want to die down. You can literally feel how Jungkook sucks the liquid out of you, relieving you of the painful pressure as he does it. It helps so much, while at the same time making everything worse.
He might help you with the nectar of your breasts, but your body still keeps producing slick. And it is getting dangerously full inside you. Your panties feel like imprisonment to your cunt.Â
You twist a bundle of his hair, sobbing in ecstasy and desperation.
âKoo, Iâm scared, itâs so goodâ, you sob, trembling.Â
Your touch motivates him. He is starving for you even though he is currently feasting on you. He seemed to have sucked you dry. No matter how much he bites and sucks, your nipples stay dry. The starvation remains. He needs more of you.Â
âMore, give me more pleaseâ, he orders, growling his words between vigorous sucks.
âI, I canât. Ah, Kook ah.âÂ
âFuck, I canât stop. Youâre so sweet.â
He canât take a break, he needs more of you. He lets your scent guide him. It gets stronger and stronger, the closer he comes to your cunt. Donât be mistaken however, it is not your pussy which calls him, but your inner thighs. Your scent glands to be more specific. Working overtime to produce your arousing smell and begging for attention. They are the most sensitive of your scent spots, but you donât know that yet. You had men kiss you there before, but none of them were Jungkook. None were your mate.Â
Jungkook shoves your legs open and buries his face in your right thigh with a growl. His fingers dimple your softness, his fangs tickle your skin. Not long and he bites you.Â
Your entire body reacts to it. You tense and flinch as if he shocked you, letting out a howl of surprise. Your empty cunt aches, craving nothing more than him.
Jungkook lifts his head, eyes droopy and drugged and lips still glossy from your tits.
âIs like a drug. You is like a drugâ, he lulls his words and drops his face back in your thigh. Your left one for a change. He kisses and licks it, grabbing your waist possessively. He holds you with such strength that he even manages to bring it in a little, forcing you to burn in a fire you were never in before.
âI fucking want you, fucking need you, fuck canât get enough.â
âIâm so hot, I-Iâm so hot.â
âSo hot, so fucking soft. Fuck, your smell drives me insane.âÂ
âOh god, Kook. Iâm so hot.âÂ
The thing about omegas and heats is that it isnât as common as one might think. Before an omega has reached maturity, heats obviously arenât a thing. Afterwards, they are manageable when living with other family members. They feel more as if you were bad mooded and grumpy. You managed to sleep them off whenever they happened.
Burning in this unfamiliar fire as Jungkook repeatedly bites your sensitive scent spots makes you realize that perhaps you have never truly experienced a real heat before. Maybe it slumbers in an omega until they are with their true mate. Maybe the grumpy days are just natureâs way of saving the omega of embarrassing moments in front of family.
You canât explain why you know, but this is it. This is the real deal. Jungkook stimulated your sensitive glands for long enough that he forces you to go into heat. It feels different from anything you have ever experienced, it even feels different from the thing you thought to be your heat when he was with you in the shed. You were wrong back then, this is it. This is the real thing.
And it scares you so much that you beg for him. He comes up when hearing your distraught, cradling your face. He is clearly far away, seeming changed as well. The only thing having forced him away from you is his stronger instinct of keeping you safe. His dark hair is a mess, his eyes are foggy.
âWhatâs the matter, baby?â he lulls his words.Â
âIâm, Iâm in heat.â
âWhat? It can happen like this?â
âWhen you bit my scent spots, it made meâŠoh god, please make it stop please.âÂ
âWhat, uhm, what do you need?â
âYou. Please fuck me. I beg you.â
âHoly fuck, I-â Jungkook stops himself, growling deeply and twisting the pillow above your head, âsomethingâs wrong with me. Iâm losing control over myself.â
âKooâ, you croak, touching his chest. He is burning up, muscles swollen and tense. His heart races like crazy, unnaturally fast at that.
âWhat is happening to me?â he stresses.
âI donât know.â
If only you and he knew that his accidental efforts of forcing you into heat, forced him into his ruts with you. If only you knew that these are the effects of being with your true mate. If only you knew that the only remedy is sex. But you donât know and so you and he are fated to stumble through the unknown, still doing the right things because your instincts are stronger than anything else. It is as if your bodies do the talking without you and him having to speak their language yet. It is most certain that you will be fluent in it one day.
âI want to rip your panties off.â
"Please do.âÂ
Jungkook gives in and does as he wants. He rips your panties off, throwing the thin piece of fabric over his shoulder. He rips off his own briefs next, discarding the fabric. His heavy, thick cock slaps your stomach. He is so big and swollen by now that he can barely stand up despite his hardened nature. His slick pools in your navel and smears all over your skin.Â
âHoly fuck, urgh fuckâ, he drops his head in your neck, âit hurt so much to keep it in.â
âKook, youâre so heavy.â
âI know, Iâm so hard that I canât keep it standing. IâŠâ He lifts his head, cradling your cheek. âSay you want me.â
âI want you.âÂ
Jungkook shifts his hips so his cock probes at your entrance. You whimper and open your legs widely, putting them around his meaty thighs.
âJust the tipâ, he whispers.
âWhat? Noâ, you get out and pout.
Jungkook chuckles, cradling your cheek.
âYou know, like last time.â
âOhâ, a giggle shakes you and makes your face glow.
He chuckles, soaking up the moment of honest happiness like a dried up sponge would water. Each time he hears your laugh, he falls more in love with you. Â
âJust the tip when it didnât mean anything and we shouldnât have done it.â
Your giggle changes into a sigh of his name. You gaze into his eyes, building soul consuming connection.
âRight?â
âRight.â
Jungkook allows his tip to fill you. Just enough to let you feel that he was finally there with you. You whimper, spilling tears of relief.
Jungkook wipes them, spilling his own tears. He loves you. This is it. The moment it is official that you are mates. And it happens exactly how he always dreamed it would. You under him, looking so vulnerable and safe as he can gaze into your eyes and see your face change in pleasure.Â
âThis means everything to meâ, he croaks out and buries himself inside you to the base. âAh.â He twists the pillow.
âOh god. Ah.â
âToo deep? Hurts?â
âNo, itâs perfect. I feel, ah, I feel whole.âÂ
Jungkook moans your name, eyes filling with emotion.
You touch his messy hair, scratching him behind his ear. Jungkook shivers, eyes threatening to roll back. You are stimulating one of his scent spots, forcing him deeper into his ruts.
âOkay. If you. Fuck. This is my scent spot. It feels. Ahm. I, I have to fuck youâ, he struggles with his words, cock throbbing inside you as if it had his own pulse.Â
Throb. Throb. Throb.
He fills you with more of his slick each time he twitches. It tingles whenever he does.
âPlease donât hold back. Fuck me like you need to, pleaseâ, you whimper, shaking in agony. You tickle his scent spot especially good and itâs over for him.
Jungkookâs fingers slip from control. He canât hold back anymore. He knows that you can take it.Â
He pulls out only to slam into you again in a deep, passionate rhythm. In and out. In and out. It is endless and harsh and feels so fucking good. Â
Your eyes instantly roll back and stay there. Your fingers dimple the nape of his neck as you clutch him for dear life. Jungkook himself canât keep his eyes focused, gazing at you through a veil of blurriness.
âIs this good for you?â he gets out through gritted teeth.
âGoodâ, you wail, writhing in ecstasy.
âFuck, Iâm fucking high on you.â
He thought that he knew the feeling of your cunt but this is different. This actually forces him to listen to nothing but his instincts. He thought that he was out of control in the shed, but he wasnât. This is it. You are so hot around him, so soft and you are filled with slick to the very brim. It is Jungkookâs task to fuck it out of you in heavy, strong thrusts, making a mess of your bodies and the sheets in the process. He isnât aware of it yet but this gives you so much relief. You were bursting inside and now it is finally leaving you. There is no muscle in your body which isnât currently puddy. Everything you exist for right now is to be fucked by him. There is no other sensation to you than that of his thick cock reshaping your insides.Â
âBaby, this is a lot. Holy fuck, this is arghâ, Jungkook gets out, scrunching his face in anger. He wants to go deeper, but he canât. It pisses him off, makes him want to break shit. He knows itâs this stupid position. Fucking good for nothing. Who thinks of something that unfavourable? (Jungkook will think back to this moment once he is clear in his head and wonder why he hated missionary so much.) But he hates it right now. He canât even see himself inside you, his base is barely inside.Â
âMore, I need moreâ, he growls and pulls out.
âNo please, please it hurts pleaseâ, you instantly beg.
âPatient, Iâm rearranging you.âÂ
Jungkook takes your legs and guides them into a better position. You let him reshape you. This is what your body currently exists for and wants. It needs someone as strong and dominant as Jungkook to bend it to his will. Each second where he handles you feels like heaven.Â
He puts your legs over his shoulders.
âHands.â
You obey, giving them to him. He puts them on your own thighs, squeezing them against the back of them.
âHold them for me there. I want you to feel yourself shake.â
âYesâ, you whimper.Â
âGood omega. What a perfect thing you areâ, he lulls and slides his hands to your ankles. He picks them off his shoulders and lifts them up. Like this, he opens you for him. Your butt is lifted off the sheets, your cunt instantly gushes out masses of slick.Â
âI canât keep it inâ, you confess.
âItâs good, baby. You donât have to. Relaxâ, Jungkook assures you in a hungry whisper, eyes a deep gold and mesmerised by you. He moves his hips close and buries his heavy cock back in you.Â
You mewl, curling your toes. Slick drips onto the sheets as it makes space for his girthy length, you feel whole again.Â
âThere we go, fuckâ, Jungkook growls and bottoms out. He stays there for nothing but a second before he pulls out again to pick up a punishing rhythm.Â
It feels so good that your eyes roll back and you resort to moaning and wailing for him. Jungkook moans with you each time he is deep inside you. This finally scratches the itch. This is finally as deep as he can go. He can finally see himself inside you. Finally he can see how his thick cock reshapes your swollen cunt. He is so big and you take him so easily, moving and trembling around him as he repeatedly pounds you stupid. If you keep this up, he might get pussy drunk.
âI canât take this. Youâre so pretty. Is it good for you?âÂ
âYes. More, please.âÂ
âYouâre so perfect. Holy fuckâ, he growls and throws your legs over his shoulders to hold your hips instead and pull you onto his cock each time he thrusts into you. You are tighter like this, jerking off his fat cock.
Your voice pitches and rises in volume. You were never fucked like this before. Your needs were never ever getting satisfied like this before. It is changing you and Jungkook makes it even better by taking your clit between his fingers to massage her. She is so swollen and big that he can jerk her off just a little, making you howl. Your hands drop from your thighs just so you can rip the sheets in your attempt to twist them.
You canât take it. He makes you climax. It is so intense and fulfilling that your sensitive breasts leak again. You howl his name as it happens.
The scent of your sweet breasts and your pretty face sets off Jungkook.
âI have to. It happensâ, he gets out and throws his head back. He moans loudly, falling victim to his orgasm. His toes curl for it, his tones stomach flinches.
And because you are currently in heat, existing for nothing but him, his seed sets you off again. It brings you back into this uncontrollable, intense state of bliss you experienced for the first time in the shed. It should be familiar to you by now, but it is not.Â
You cry and sob, knowing that you wonât be able to stop orgasming for as long as your body needs to.Â
Jungkook knots instantly, cursing so graphically that he is surprised himself.Â
âBaby, I canât stop. I canât, Iâm sorryâ, he chants panickedly, unable to stop his hips from rutting into you. It forces his knot to keep leaving you and then popping back inside. The stimulation is unlike anything he has ever felt before, making his toes cramp from curling them so harshly and his hips become even more violent.Â
âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry, it feels so good. Stop me, I canât stop itâ, he apologises because you cry so much. He wants to stop hurting you but he canât. His hips rut against his will.Â
âDonât stop please. It feels so goodâ, you release him of his guilt, clenching down on him as he drills his knot back into you.
âWhat? Youâre in no pain?â
âNo pain. Oh god Koo, Iâm cumming againâŠAh!â You have to wail, squirting around his thick knot as he buries it inside you over and over again.Â
âAh! This is the best sex I ever had, oh godâ, Jungkook moans, arching his back.
The knot fucking burns so deep in such a good way. You are so empty without him, the breach is so intense and once he is inside again everything is well. Your pussy sounds so wet, squelching around his knot sinfully. This is seriously the best sex he ever had.
âItâs so good, Iâm so highâ, he growls, following your orgasm with his own. It is so unbearable to keep moving but his hips have a mind of their own. They keep rutting and fucking even through Jungkookâs shakes. âI canât stop this. Holy fuck, urggghh.â
If you knew that your little stunt in the shed would lead to having your guts knot fucked by none other than Jeon Jungkook, you would have agreed to this bond sooner. Yup, we have reached the point of total acceptance of your situation. Fuck that his father didnât howl. Fuck that you only married Jungkook because you were forced to. Fuck that this wasnât meant to happen. This right now is everything which counts. It is making this entire situation right. It was meant to happen.
âJungkook, I canât stopâ, you sob, grabbing for him helplessly.
âI know. I canât eitherâ, he gets out, holding your hands and pinning them above your head. Like this he is lying himself down on you, folding your willing body in half and burying his knotted cock so deep inside you that you feel him against your cervix. In your state, lost in heat and his seed, it is the highest level of pleasure he can give you. And you thank him with loud cries and your claws digging into his hands against their will.Â
His own claws come out to play. He angles his hands so they wouldnât hurt you. Like this, your hands are under hisâ, shaking and twitching as he brings you over one edge after the other.
âI canât stop. Jungkook please help meâ, you wail.
âYouâre safe. Iâm here. Baby, Iâm hereâ, he soothes you and shakes as he manages to bury his knot in you again. You are getting tighter and tighter and his knot more and more sensitive. âUrgh, baby youâre making me- ah!âÂ
He loses control, pumping your belly full of his hot cum. Now that he is pressed against your cervix, his seed pushes its way right past it, giving you the feeling of being alive you so dearly craved. Of course it sets you off again, of course you cry as if you never had an orgasm before and experience it for the first time. Of course it sets him off again. Of course all of this is happening. It was meant to happen. Of course it was.Â
And as you cry and sob in relief and bliss, Jungkook can barely stop his claws from hurting you. He grew in size and strength. Your small, fragile body is in danger of being crushed under him.Â
He does what he needs to do. Jungkook grips the headboard, growling like a rabid animal. You are so stretched out, so lose around his knot. And so wet. He canât stop fucking you with his creamy knot. It feels so good to have you struggle for a second but then take him happily. It feels even better because you moan with such ecstasy each time he drills it back into you.
Jungkook growls and grips the headboard tighter. And tighter. And tighter with each heavy thrust. With each of your moans. Tighter and tighter until suddenly it cracks loudly, breaking into two right under his hand. The bed gives up, forcing you to sink a good ten centimetres.Â
âWhat?â You squeak out, looking around you disoriented.Â
âDoesnât matter. Look at meâ, he dismisses it, cradling your cheek tenderly. One might never know that seconds ago he broke the bed with the same hand. âLook at me, only look at me.â
You look at him and fall back into the pleasure, having to orgasm instantly at the sight of him.
You wail for him, watching with blurry eyes as he orgasms as well.
His seed hits you in the deepest parts of you. He fucked you so sensitive that you can feel his thick vein pump it out of him. His knot trembles as it happens, bringing you to your blissed limits.
âAgain.â
âMe too. If you- I- me too.â
His hips freeze as he is deep inside you. Your walls tighten and force his knot to stay inside you. He canât move. It is happening to you as his seed drugs you, his knot does the rest. You canât stop climaxing. It is finally happening.Â
Jungkook whimpers helplessly, dropping your legs and collapsing into you. Your limbs close around him, his own do the same with you. He is on top of you, but gravity forces him to fall to his side and take you with him. You are stuck together, shaking and flinching as your bodies are trapped in the most addicting state of being. You orgasm which sets him off, which sets you off and so on. You should know the drill, but it doesnât get easier to bear. You drool and sob and moan, holding each other so close that you almost melt together.
Jungkook cries out as an especially strong high hits him, writhing helplessly which ends in your position changed. He is on his back, you serve as his warmest blanket. He hugs you so strongly, knotted cock shaking inside your tight walls. You drool all over his strong chest, feeling far away because you are so close to his scent glands. He smells like sex and ecstasy but also like safety.Â
It feels more intense than last time. This kind of knotting orgasm isnât just sexual, it is also emotional. You want to be close and you are and it is ecstasy. There is enlightenment that what is happening to you only happens because you are with your true mate and this enlightenment makes the orgasms only this much more intense.
The sun is starting to rise once you and he finally come down. You are fucked raw and sore by now, crying into the crook of his neck.Â
âHoly fuck baby, urgh. I canât do it again. Iâm crampingâ, he says, âsorry.â
âItâs okay. Iâm sore. Kook please Iâm scared.â
âDonât be, Iâm here. Baby, my love. I canât believe we did thatâ, he instantly falls into a love drunk, sappy state. He hugs you so tightly, feeling up your knotted pussy gently to soothe her.Â
âI donât wanna be on top, pleaseâ, you beg, shivering.
âYouâre safe, princess. Iâm hereâ, Jungkook says and changes positions for you. Somehow in a mixture of his strength and your refusal to give up his knot, you and he end up in flipped positions. He is still inside you, keeping you bred and warm. All while he gives you warmth through his body, adoring you right with kisses all over your face and neck.Â
âIâm so proud. Iâm so fucking proud. Holy fuck, I feel high. You did do well. Oh my pretty princess. My baby loveâ, he whispers between his loving kisses, hands caressing your sweaty, sore skin gently.Â
This is instinct as much as it is his heartâs desire. He wants to soothe you, adore you, bring you down gently after lifting you so fucking high. He isnât aware of how important this is to you. You feel so vulnerable and emotionally sensitive. It would be the same thing if someone decided to start open heart surgery on your aware self. This is how vulnerable you feel and it is Jungkook who makes it okay. It is Jungkook who calms you down and reminds you that you are allowed to be sensitive because he is there to protect you.
âI canât comprehend this. I feel high. Wow baby, wow. How do you feel?â he babbles.
âVulnerable.â
âOh baby, I know. Iâm here. Your Kook is hereâ, he assures you, nuzzling his nose against your scent spot. He hopes that if he nuzzles it long enough, he can spread some of his relaxing scent on you.
It works. Of course it does because your bodies need no instructions to communicate. It is natural and right and makes you and him feel fuzzy.Â
You sigh. Jungkook smells the relief against your neck. He kisses a path to your face. Your glassy eyes await him, eagerly building connection once they can.Â
âThank youâ, you whisper.
âNo, I have to thank you. This was the best bonding night ever.â
âNo, thank youâ, you insist, spilling tearsÂ
Jungkook wipes them, knowing that you want to tell him something.
âFor what, princess?âÂ
âFor, for making me feel like this. I, I was never in heat like this. I didnât know that I could and it makes me feel really vulnerable. But youâre so gentle with me and itâs so nice.â
His eyes soften. He whispers your name adoringly and kisses your forehead.
âI feel the same. This was my first rut ever. I didnât think that it would be so intense.â
âKook, Iâm scared. I donât know what this means.â
âDonât be scared, Iâm here.â He kisses your nose, stubbing you with his own afterwards. âWe can ask someone about it, but all I know for now is that I donât wanna fucking stop having you close.âÂ
âYeah, me too.âÂ
He kisses your lips, making your heart race and feel at home. He breaks the kiss gently, giving you the fondest and warmest smile ever.
âIâm so proud of you. You did so well, my princess baby.â
âOh wowâ, you get out, having to giggle.Â
Jungkook giggles with you, smiling as he steals a cheeky kiss. Afterwards he sits up. He is still connected with you by your middles, making you gasp and shiver.
âSorry, I shifted. Are you okay?â
âYes, oh god. What is happening to me? I feel so comfortable.â
Jungkook smiles, caressing your sides. He canât stop looking at you. Your breasts are normal again, natural victims to gravity and so soft. They are still messy and wet from what happened before but nothing new leaves you. Your belly is bloated from his seed and covered in a layer of sweat. No wonder you sweat so much, you were burning up. Jungkook dances his palms over your bloated stomach, furrowing his brows in emotion.Â
âSo aliveâ, he whispers.
âSo aliveâ, you sigh, placing your hand over hisâ.Â
â___â, he says and meets yours eyes.Â
âYes?âÂ
âYouâre so fucking beautiful. I didnât get to say it as we were doing it because I was dumb in pleasure, but you are so beautiful.â
âYou think so?âÂ
âI do. I canât believe that youâre real and, and that you allow me to see you naked. I justâ, he exhales shakily. âIâm just so happyâ, he chokes out, throwing his hand over his eyes to hide his tears.Â
âKook, donât cryâ, you gasp and pull him down to you. He falls to his elbows, allowing you to hold his hands above your head.Â
He is pouting and sniffling. You give him a smile.
âDonât cry.â
âTheyâre happy tears. Weâre bonded, Iâm so happyâ, he says and smiles through his pretty tears.Â
Your smile grows, you squeeze his hands. He was right when he said that you and he will get to know each and that it will be nice. You can feel it. You are right for each other. You are so right.Â
You put your legs around him and push him deeper again.Â
âOhâ, he gasps, squeezing your hands, âwo-oah this felt really intenseâ, his voice quivers as he speaks.
âIt doesâ, you agree, rolling your hips up.
Jungkook gasps, âwhat are you doing?âÂ
âI want more of you.â
âReally? Baby, youâre sore. I donât want to hurt you.â
âPlease. Be gentle. Please make love to me, Kook baby.âÂ
Jungkook spills tears, whimpering your name. This is everything he ever wanted. He pulls out of your sensitive warmth to thrust into you.Â
Crack!Â
You and he scream in shock as the bed finally gives up completely and comes crashing down onto the ground. Jungkook keeps you safe with his arms around you and your head cradled against his chest.Â
You and he share a moment of shocked and disoriented silence before you break it.
âOh my godâ, you let out, breaking into loud, honest cackles. Jungkook looks at you, having to break into laughter as well.
âDid we just get cock blocked by the bed?âÂ
âI think so. It might be my fault. I kinda broke it when I fucked you with my knot. Sorry.â
âOh god, Kook.â
You laugh oh so loudly, throwing your head back for it.Â
Jungkook has to almost squeak as he laughs with you, heart bursting in his chest.Â
âThis is so funny. Oh my god.âÂ
âYeah, itâs hilariousâ, he agrees and goes in for a surprise kiss.Â
Your laugh cuts off, a gasp replaces it. Your eyes fall closed and your hands bury themselves in his soft hair. This kiss is emotional and it is deep. It has meaning. It is happy and filled with love. Jungkook lets you experience it to its fullest, ending it with a stub of his nose and a smile.Â
âI promise to fix it. Iâll add steel in the frame.â
âSo you think weâll break it again otherwise?âÂ
âYeah.â He laughs breathily, nodding his head. âIf this is how it feels to be with you during stimulation induced heat, imagine how it will be once itâs your natural heat.â
You gulp, gazing at him dreamily. The rising sun shines on his face, making his skin glow golden.Â
âKoo, I think you need to heat proof this entire roomâ, you whisper, making him chuckle and nod his head.
âI will. Iâll make it safe and cozy. Shit baby, I canât stop saying it. Youâre so beautiful. The sun is shining on you and youâre so beautiful.â
You feel your cheeks heat up, looking at him shylyÂ
âYouâre beautiful tooâ, you whisper, making him blush.Â
âWow, thanksâ, he mumbles, scrunching his nose. He does a little shift to be closer to you. The bed croaks and punishes him for it by making the headboard drop. He catches it before it can fall on top of you
âPiece of shit bed.â
âOh godâ, you laugh âI think we need to take care of this mess first and then continue.â
âYeah shit, I think youâre right. The bedâs out to get us.âÂ
You laugh and snicker, kicking your feet happily. He chuckles and shoves the headboard to the side.Â
âCome on, letâs take a showerâ, he says and picks you up.
You nuzzle into him, feeling beyond safe.
âDo you have snacks too? I havenât eaten since yesterday morning.â
âOf course. You know what? First fact about me? Iâm actually a really great cook.â
âYou are?âÂ
âMhm, Iâm also a total foodie. So if you wanna bribe me into snuggles, get me food and Iâll be the cuddliest boy ever.â
You snicker. It makes your heart flutter when he talks cute with you.
âDo you like food?â he asks.
âYeah, I like food. Itâs comfort.â
âYeah, right. Do you like cooking together?âÂ
âI never did it before.â
Jungkook holds you closer.
âThen I know what weâll do. Shower and cook and I get to give you kisses. And later when youâre not sore anymore, Iâll make that gentle love to you. If you want me to.âÂ
âYeah, I want you to. This sounds so nice. Koo?â
âYes, love?âÂ
âItâs gonna be so easy for me to fall in love with you.â
âWow, you. Urgh, you drive me crazy youâ, he gets out through gritted teeth and presses you against the next best wall to attack your face and neck with tingling kisses.
You squeal his name, having to laugh in giddiness. It will not be the last time that you laugh because of him.
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Beloved Yoongi đ„șđđ
âYou asked Yoongi to teach you how to play the piano. It sounded like a good idea at first, but soon you have to realise that sitting so close to him and watching his hands dance over the keys is a rather impossible task to do when all you crave is the feeling of them on your body.â
Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x f.Reader
Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut
Warnings: piano teacher!Yoongs, dom!Yoongi, sub!Reader, Yoongiâs hands, also Yoongiâs vOICE, I am too attracted to him, unapologetic groping of his thighs haha, flustered!Yoongi, blowjobs, gentle face fucking, a quick handjob too, allusions to Yoongi having a sensitive ass *wink wink*, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), rough sex against & on top of the piano, it then turns into very passionate and handsy love making, I am just a sappy woman for him what can I say
Wordcount: 5.8k
a/n: I can not stop thinking about him. He consumes my every thought, my every fibre, my every breath. I imagine that this takes place some time in the future where they live happily ever after because I want them to and the thought that they wouldnât makes me cry, so shut up and read this story đ sorry, I get too emotional whenever I think of their lovestory jsjs, either way I hope you guys enjoy this lil gem, I am honestly in fucking LOVE đđ
âItâs easy, just watchâ, Yoongi says and starts playing again. The melody sounds beautiful through his hands. He makes it seem so easy, makes it sound so ethereal. You could honestly watch him for hours and lately you have. Yoongi was flustered at first, telling you to leave him alone until you told him that you loved listening to him play. He began playing unknown melodies then, they sounded as if he was making them up on the spot. You never dared to ask him, but sometimes you wonder if he made them up for you.
Yoongi finishes the short melody, turning to you.Â
âNow you.â
âYes, uhmâ, you place your fingers on the keys, âplease donât judge me.âÂ
"Iâll never judge you, princess. Now go on, playâ, he assures you.Â
After taking a deep breath, you finally begin playing. You mess up after three notes, pulling back instantly.Â
âSorry, that was really bad."Â
"No, it was goodâ, he comforts you, giving you a sweet smile, âyou did well, princess."Â
"Youâre just saying thisâ, you mumble and huff out air, âcanât you do it again? Please?"Â
"Fine, one last time."Â
Yoongi turns back to the piano and begins playing. It sounds beautiful in an instant.
You have been practicing the piano with Yoongiâs help recently because you wanted to learn more about his interests and while most of the time practice goes well, tonight you canât seem to concentrate on what he tells or shows you.Â
He is so much more interesting. His hands, his voice, his scent. Everything is more interesting than practicing the piano.
Yoongi finishes the melody and looks at you.
âDid you get it?â
âYeahâ, you say, reaching out to tug a strand of his golden hair behind his ear.
Yoongi is growing out his hair these days and after some very convincing begging you even managed to sit him down and dye his hair a beautiful shade of blonde. It makes him look like royalty and makes your obsession with him unbearable.
âPrincessâ, he warns, moving his head away, âfocus.â
âI amâ, you mumble, chasing another feel of his hair.
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