#sorry bud. maybe next time you wake up drenched in your own blood after a horrific nightmare you'll get some answers

[vulpinesaint]

I love Faedren. Do you have any pictures of him? Are there any beliefs held by the deity he follows he disagrees with? How strongly? Are there any he wishes she felt more strongly toward?

very recently posted very long faedren chat sesh in which i go into the basics of his religious beliefs but! the thing about faedren is that he is in a cult so the teachings he's receiving are not exactly accurate to what his goddess usually says 👍 calistria is very clear that you should not follow revenge to the point that it takes over your life but faedren would follow revenge to the point of total self-destruction because that's what he's been taught is the beautiful ideal of his goddess. to the point of there being beliefs held by the deity that he disagrees with! no <3 first of all he loves his goddess so totally and completely that whatever he believes she wants is what he will devote himself in his entirety to. second of all he is in. a cult. and he was not taught that it was very cool or safe to question the teachings of the community growing up. elle oh elle

in faedren's mind calistria can do no wrong because she is the most beautiful divine being and all of her dictates are the ultimate truth of life and she is the only one who has ever truly cared about him so he would destroy himself for her over and over again. whatever she does in his eyes is perfect. and he has Spoken to her at this point (he died for a second and was in elysium and then saw her and talked to her in the Divine Experience Of His Life (<— he was so insufferable after this he's in the worst possible parasocial relationship with his goddess)) so like. god. i can't even imagine what it would take to shake him out of his complete and total faith in her.

as for pictures! have my favorite little faedren image and then i'll put the rest below the readmore :)

yeah it's mostly picrews rn. i HATE finding images for characters dskfjgsh but you can have these and then also someone's art that i stole off of pinterest to use as his character token (our maps are digital). it was a very low-thought choice at the time cause i did not really care what he looked like as long as he was like. blonde and elven. but now that's what he looks like soooooo haha

the boy. + him in a little gym boy tank top and sweater and THEN + him in a little sinister guy moment after he gets his Negative Character Development :D

GOD. TOTALLY FORGOT TO MENTION IN THAT LONG POST THAT HE'S CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BECOMING A VAMPIRE. OUGGHGHHHH....

[ppersonna]

too good to be true - ksj

you're just too good to be true. i can't take my eyes off you.  you'd be like heaven to touch, i want to hold you so much - cant take my eyes off of you, frankie valli & the four seasons

↳ summary- Kim Seokjin loves you. And, blessedly, you love him. As much as he obsesses over you, you feel it tenfold. He can see it in your eyes, the glimmer of adoration. You glow, mixed with your own love and his. Separately, you are your own individual persons, but together you fit as if cut from the same cloth. 

↳ rating- explicit

↳ word count- 4.8k

↳ pairing- seokjin x reader

↳ genre- fluffy af, smut, so much fluff it���s actually gross how cute

↳ warnings- penetrative sex, dirty talk, emotional(?) sex, too much love it will rot ur teeth, oral sex (m/f receiving) unprotected sex (bc theyre established!!! be safe friends), established relationship, domestic af, jin is a big ol softy, 

↳ a/n-  damn this fic came out of nowehere. i started writing and then suddenly i had over 4k words.  enjoy domestic, fluffy, in love jazz singer jin!

Kim Seokjin is quite sure he’s never met, and never will meet another being like you. 

There’s lust and infatuation.  And then, there’s something more that lies on the spectrum of affection and Jin falls right at the farthest end, clear past love and into something beyond. What he feels for you is something he can’t speak with words, it isn’t tangible or physical. It’s a quiet sort of love, but powerful. It fuels his very being, pumping blood through his veins and firing neurons through synapses.  

Kim Seokjin is sure he will never love another as much as he loves you. 

He can’t pinpoint exactly when he knew he loved you. It happened slowly, over time. All he knows is that when it hit him, it hit him like a brick wall.

He loves the way you leave him silly voicemails when he’s at work, bringing a smile to his face after a long night of singing at the bar. 

He loves the way your hair somehow ends up everywhere when you sleep, and all your bobby pins cover every inch of your shared home. 

He’s obsessed with the way your cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink anytime he tells you he loves you or how beautiful you are, although he does it every single day and has for the last five years.  You still act as if it’s the first time you’ve ever heard it. 

Maybe Jin loves the way you make him feel. Like it’s still as exciting as your first date, but comfortable as if you’ve been together for decades. He loves that you still stir a fire in his belly like none other, and can comfort him with words you know will heal all wounds. 

He remembers the heartbreak, and that the relationship hasn’t always been easy. He remembers the fights, how your loving passion turned into fury. Jin still carries scorch marks in his soul from the day he left you, watching you cry on your porch from the rear-view mirror.  “It’s too much,” he had told you. Jin had never been more wrong in his life. 

The enormity of it all hits Jin now, as he’s standing at the counter of the jewelry store. The way the diamonds flicker in the light remind him of the way your eyes sparkle at him. He sees you in everything he does, couldn’t help but to find you in his daily life. 

Jin texts his best friends, securing their help.  He has a plan and wants it to go off without a hitch. 

He’s singing tonight at the jazz club, his backing band is aware of the slight changes to the lineup. He needs you to be there, wants to treat you to a special night tailored for you. 

Jimin, your best friend, agrees to get you to the club with as little suspicion as possible. Jimin is good at sweet talking you, almost as good as he is at sweet talking Jin.  You both have trouble resisting the dancer. 

Jin’s eyes are waltzing along the pristine glass counters, stopping occasionally to look at a ring. He takes a while to decide. Most of the rings are almost right. They’re the right style, but the wrong cut.  The right cut, but not in the setting he knows you want.  He’s stalked your Pinterest feed enough now to know what you want down to a T. 

Then he sees it. Set on a burgundy pillow in the furthest cabinet from the salesman.  The stone is gorgeous, cushion cut and halo moissanite like you prefer. You don’t like real diamonds, don’t like the idea of blood literally on your hands, and Jin loves you for it. 

He points to the ring, and the salesman complies, and Jin has it sized correctly and buys all the extra protections. He has a special heirloom ring box to present to you, vintage style and gorgeous, just like you. 

Jin gives the ring and box to Namjoon, his trusted best friend.  Namjoon, who is also his trumpet player in the jazz band, will bring it with him tonight and have it ready to go for the moment Jin is most excited for. 

He arrives back home to find you stretched out on the floor, practicing yoga. He can’t help but grin as he watches you practice your downward facing dog, upward face, chaturanga and return to standing. You make every sun salutation look effortless, and he loses himself in the way your body moves and folds in your leggings and tank top. 

“Oh, hi!” you squeak as you see him through your legs of your downward facing dog. 

He winks at you and approaches. “I like this angle.”

You blush.  His favorite color is the one your cheeks bloom to when he hits on you. 

“Naughty,” you tsk. 

“Can you blame me? I walk in to find my girlfriend ass-up in my living room. I can’t help it.”  He stands behind you, presses his hips to your backside, letting you feel his growing member. 

“I missed you this morning,” you sigh as you slowly rise, pressing your back against his front. 

“I’m sorry, my love,” he kisses at your neck. “I had some work errands. Can I make it up to you?”  

You giggle and grind against his hardening length. “Depends on what you have in mind.”

Instead of replying, he turns you around to face him and cups your cheeks. His lips press against yours gently, and Jin feels as if the heavens open up just for him.  He’ll never get over how kissing you makes him feel whole, alive. Like it’s his first day of his life all over again. 

He guides you towards the bedroom and sets you on the messy, unmade bed. Your eyes darken with lust and you look at him as if he holds the entire world in his hands. Jin feels more powerful with you than he ever has in his life. 

“I love you,” he whispers as he descends to plant his lips on yours again. “I love you so much.” 

You sigh as his lips trail down your neck, licking and kissing and sucking at the supple flesh. There’s nothing you love more than Jin adoring you, worshipping your body.  To him, you are his idol, his goddess, and he is but a lowly servant and parishioner. He desires nothing more than to please you, to serve you.

The tank top comes off first, and you’re wearing a black sports bra that pushes your cleavage up deliciously. Jin loves your breasts, they way they fit in his hands and in his mouth. He often finds his hands resting on your breasts at night, comforted by the smooth skin and hardening nipples. 

Your breasts are sensitive, always have been, and Jin loves the way you react as he licks at your cleavage.  You’re still encased in a sports bra, but you react as if you’re stark naked.  You shudder and sigh, skin of your arms prickling in goose-flesh at the sensation. It makes Jin feel heady and capable. 

The bra goes next, Jin is eager to wrap his lips around the nubs of your breasts. He lies you down and caresses every inch of your torso, using his fingers to etch his adoration into your skin.  As the pads of his fingers tickle at your stomach and sides, his mouth finally, blessedly, attaches to a hardened bud and you're arching off the bed in pleasure.  His cock stiffens at the way you respond to him, to his touch and to his love.  

He laves at your nipple with a long stripe of his tongue, then moves to suckles it gently. He loves the feeling of it in his mouth, and he tugs it light with his teeth, which makes you squeak in delight and in pain. He knows you love the sensation; you have a set of nipple clamps you use on kinkier nights together. Jin loves watching the color of your nipples turn a soft shade of pink to beautiful rose red, enlarged by his suckling mouth and pinches. 

“Jin,” you breathe. It’s music to his ears, a symphony even Beethoven couldn’t compose. He slides his tongue around the nipple, before kissing his way towards your untouched one. It pickers instantly in his mouth and he moans around it.  It’s as if your body is wired to his, to respond to his touch and only his.  

You were made for him, molded to fit him perfectly in every way. 

Jin ensures he thoroughly loves your breasts, pinching and tugging and biting the buds, knowing beautiful maroon colored bruises will ring around your nipples later. It’s a goal of his to mark you every single time. He loves waking up to see the evidence of your lovemaking carved into your skin. Evidence of him. You are his. 

“Please, Jin,” you’re needy now, hips rolling against his for relief. 

Jin finds it hard to resist you. He normally loves to drag it out, make you beg for him, but he feels no need for it today. He wants you as desperately as you want him. 

He tugs down the tight leggings, and groans at the sight of your bare pussy, no panties in sight.  In the back of his mind, he knows you never workout in underwear, but seeing it now makes his cock weep. He can tell you’re wet, the evidence slicking up and down your mound and on your thighs. You always get so wet for him, so responsive to his breast worship that you become a waterfall by the time he attends to you. 

“Baby,” he breathes. “Look at you. So wet for me.”

You blush again, turning as red as your sucked-upon nipples. Jin wants to take a photo of you now. He’s never seen a more beautiful woman in his life.  Your eyes are full of devotion, breasts covered in his lovebites, cunt drenched with desire for him. He’s never felt more lucky to be with you. 

“All for you, Jin,” you sigh, pinching at an abused nipple and gasping at the sensation. “Want you so bad.” 

“I know you do, my love. I want to give it all to you.” 

He pulls you to the end of the bed, pussy right at the edge as he kneels to pray to his goddess. 

He kisses at your thighs before he tugs them onto his shoulders, granting you rest as he moves to pleasure you. 

“Fuck, Jin!” you cry as you feel his breath at your entrance.  It makes Jin smile, before he leans in and licks your slit from top to bottom, and back again. 

He’s tasted nothing sweeter. In fact, he’s never tasted anything that tastes as good as your delicious cunt. You’re flooded with love, and desire for him and the taste is intoxicating. He laps at you like you’re his fountain of youth, and drinks you until his never-ending thirst is sated. 

Your moans are loud, unabashedly so. He adores the way you cry and beg and gasp. He knows if he suckles right at your clit, right there, you’ll tremble and stop breathing, just for a moment, before you’re whining his name in joy. 

He does so and is rewarded with the melody of your satisfaction. He trails two fingers up to your entrance and swirls them around the wetness as he focuses his attention on your clit.  You’re panting, begging, thanking him for every single touch. He can’t hold back any longer, needs to feel inside you. The fingers slide in easily, slicked up by your wetness. 

“Oh, fuck!” You shout, head thumping in the bed hard as your eyes squeeze tight. 

He loves your dirty mouth, the way you can beg for his cock like a practiced whore.  He loves the duality, his innocent and perfect angel and his cock-sucking slut. 

Jin closes his eyes and loses himself in your pussy, sucking and licking as his fingers fuck into your channel, walls massaging them sweetly. He can’t wait to slip his cock inside you, knowing it’s the headiest high he’ll ever know in his lifetime. But he loves making your first orgasm happen on his tongue, loves feeling your cunt pulse around his fingers. 

He curls his digits upwards to find your g-spot, and he knows he’s successful when he hears your loud gasp. Your channel tightens, and he bites his lip. He feels his cock straining against his jeans and he wants nothing more than to sink into you, but refrains. 

“Cum for me, my love,” he urges. “Let me feel you cum on my tongue. You taste so sweet when you cum for me.” 

You keen at his words, back arching impossibly off the bed. Both your hands attend to your nipples now, needing the stimulation. Jin suddenly wishes he has more hands, enough to fuck your sweet little pussy with and pinch at those tight buds. He decides he must settle for enjoying the view of you doing it yourself. 

“So c-close, Jin!” you’re begging now, to anything or anyone who will listen. Your body is tightening, muscles contracting as the string holding your orgasm back coils tight, tight, tighter. 

Until it snaps, and you’re cumming hard around his fingers. Jin moans in time with your sated cries of ecstasy, and laps at the juices coating his fingers and escaping your core.  He wishes he could bottle your essence, wear it around his neck like a cross to kiss and to pray to. Your taste is one he wants on his tongue for eternity. 

Jin pulls his fingers from within you and sucks at his own fingers, groaning at the lingering wetness on them.  

“God, Jin,” you pant, sitting up on your elbows to watch him. “Get up here and let me suck your cock, please.”

His innocent little angel, asking so sweetly to please him. It’s a request he finds himself powerless to deny. He scoots himself onto the bed and lies his head on the soft pillows you insisted he buy. He’s grateful you talked him into them, as they cushion his head perfectly for such activities as this. 

“Your wish is my command,” he smiles.  His cock is straining hard against his jeans, and you lick your lips. Your breath still leaves in harsh pants; the after effects of your orgasm still coursing through your veins. 

“I love your body,” you whisper as you pull him up to take his shirt off. Your hands roam his chest, touching every ridge and line of his defined muscles. “I love everything about you.” 

Jin stares in your eyes as your own bask in his chest. His heart tugs hard in his chest, and he takes a deep breath.  Loving you was so easy, so natural, as if it was imprinted in his DNA next to his blood type and hair color. 

The jeans go next, and Jin is lifting his hips to help you ease the tight boxers down his legs too.  You match now in nakedness and Jin knows this is the state he wishes to be with you most. To feel your skin on his, the heat of your body warming him down to his bones. 

He closes his eyes as you kiss his body, planting deep devotion to every inch of him. He loves you, god he’s insane for you, and the way you feel against his body makes him want to cum. He’s sure that you could bring him to completion by just worshipping his body, cock untouched. 

Your kisses turn to kitten licks as you trail to his hips and pelvis, then finally descending to lick at the base of his cock and his ballsack. Jin groans out loud, and gasps out your name. Your talented tongue wraps around his balls and you suck at the tender flesh there, before licking up to the crown of his length. 

Jin feels as if he’s sinking into an ocean of bliss as your head descends and your mouth envelops him fully. You take his long length completely, allowing the tip of his cock to kiss the back of your throat. Jin’s eyes nearly roll back into his skull at the sensation.  You know exactly what he likes. You swallow, and the tightness of your larynx has him gasping for air.  

He opens his eyes to watch you as you bob your head up and down, slicking his member up with your saliva. Your eyes meet his and he feels himself nearly cum at the look in your eyes.  Your pupils blow wide with lust. You look at Jin as if he’s put the stars in the sky, as if sucking his dick so perfectly is the only thing you were put on this earth to do. 

Jin wants to weep, to cum so deep and hard down your throat for eternity, to have you drink his seed constantly. 

“Baby, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans. “You look so fucking good sucking my cock.” 

You smile around him, and your cheeks tickle pink again. God, he’ll never get over it. 

You speed up your actions, adding a fist around his length to take what you cannot reach into your mouth and the added sensation of your warm hand sends him careening over the edge. 

“Baby, shit! Oh, my god, I’m cumming, gonna cum down your throat,” he hisses, hands clenching at the untidy sheets below him.  You don’t stop, continuing your fast pace as his cock head swells intensely, and he’s twitching spurts of his seed down your throat. You swallow dutifully, as if it’s your mission, and pull off him with a satisfying ‘pop’ when you’re sure he’s finished. 

“Mmm, I love your cock,” you sigh as you nuzzle it with your nose.  It’s softened slightly, but Jin knows it’s only a matter of minutes before he’s granite hard and ready to go again. He can’t look at you naked for longer than a few minutes without his cock stirring back to life. 

He tugs you up to straddle his body, settled on his hips. 

“My cock loves your mouth,” he smirks.  You reply with a blush and a kiss to his lips. He tastes himself on your tongue. He thinks that’s the only way you should taste. Like him. 

Your hips grind down on him and his cock responds heartily, as if it didn’t just get the life sucked out of it by your skilled mouth. 

“I’m going to ride you, baby,” you promise. “Gonna fuck you until you forget who you are.” 

Jin believes you, knows the power you hold between your thighs. Being inside of you makes his head foggy, his only thoughts are you and that tight cunt molded just for him. 

“Please,” he groans. His cock is at full attention now and you lean down for one last kiss and lift to line his cock at your entrance.  You take him slowly, his thickness a stretch to your walls.

Jin sees stars. The heat of your pussy wraps around his cock and feels as if it wraps around his whole body. Your hands seek purchase on his abs, stabilizing yourself as you seat yourself fully with him inside you to the hilt.  Jin feels like a king, a god. Your walls are tight, gripping him wholly. 

“Fuck, this cunt was fucking made for me,” he hisses as you slowly ride him, making him gasp for air. “You were made to be mine, all fucking mine.”  

“You feel so thick inside me, babe,” you sigh as one hand presses against your stomach. You can feel his impressive length distend your stomach when he’s fully sheathed, filling you to the womb. 

Jin loves watching you ride him, loves the way your pussy grips his cock. Your eyes shut in pure bliss, mouth open to moan your pleasured sighs to your boyfriend below you. 

Jin moves his hand to grip your hips, and starts meeting your thrusts, pushing his cock inside you further and harder.  The change up makes you squeak, and the pace quickens. The sound of flesh slapping, wetness squelching, fills the room. Your tits bounce in his face and he’s mesmerized, pushing his head up to suck on your pretty nipples. 

“Yes, Jin! Fuck! Right there! God, you fuck me so good!” You cry, head tilting back in ecstasy. 

“That’s right, baby,” he grunts, turning feral with each thrust. “This pussy belongs to me. I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.” 

You’re babbling a response, the ability to speak coherently is being fucked right out of you. Jin doesn’t mind, loves seeing you get fucked until you’re unable to talk. 

“I love this tight little pussy, you take me so well,” he emphasizes his words with a deep thrust to your cervix and you scream in response. “My little love, fuck, I love being inside this cunt.” 

He can’t hold himself back, the sensation of your pussy gripping him makes him lose any filter. 

“Gonna cum soon, babe, gonna fill you. You want my cum, baby?” 

“Y-yes! Please!” You wail, your orgasm approaching quickly. “Need your cum, please, please, please!” 

“It’s all fucking yours, babe,” he grits his teeth as he feels his balls tighten impossibly. His thumb moves to your clit, circling the engorged nub the way you like most. Your mouth gaping open in a silent scream tells him you’re close, so close. 

“Cum on my cock, my sweet. Cum for me, let me feel this sweet little pussy milk my cock.” 

You’re gasping for air, crying desperately as his thumb moves quickly and his cock impales you deep into your womb.  The band holding you together snaps and you’re suddenly convulsing, holding onto his obliques to steady yourself as your core tightens around him like a vice.  His name is the only word you can speak as you orgasm, and your legs tremble against him. 

The feeling of your impossibly tight channel squeezing him even harder sends him flying into pools of euphoria, and his cock jerks hard inside you to spill his seed into you. He grips your hips tight, sure to leave bruises, as he cums. He’s gasping for you, whining his devotion and love as he comes down from his high. 

You remain atop him, softening cock still slotted in sticky wet, warm channel, and you lean down to kiss him.  It’s tired and sweet, but expresses more emotion than words can. He loves you. And, blessedly, you love him. As much as he obsesses over you, you feel it tenfold. 

He can see it in your eyes, the glimmer of adoration. You glow, mixed with your own love and his. Separately, you are your own individual persons, but together you fit as if cut from the same cloth. 

“I love you more than anything else on the planet,” he murmurs as he caresses your cheek. 

Your eyes shine, unshed tears of happiness lingering. “And yet, I love you a hundred times more.” 

Kin Seokjin’s palms are sweaty as he stands off to the side of the stage of the club. The band is warming up, tuning their instruments with each other. Hoseok ensures his drum set is stable, while Yoongi plays a C chord on the grand piano, Namjoon and Taehyung, trumpet and saxophone respectively, match the pitch to tune. He inhales deep, filling his belly with air before exhaling. 

Jimin texts him an affirmative ‘the eagle has landed’ which makes his nerves spark. You’re here, amongst the crowd.  You’ve heard him sing a million times, in a crowded bar and in the shower, but tonight is different. 

Jin checks his watch, notes that it’s time to get on stage, and nods to Yoongi, who silences the band for a beat before they begin their first song and Jin enters from stage left. 

He spots you in the crowd, and he’s momentarily breathless. You’re wearing a red velvet dress that clings to every curve, cups your breasts in a sweeping sweetheart neckline, with cherry red lipstick to match. Pearls dangle from your ears, the earrings he bought you for your 4th anniversary.  Jimin did well at getting you ready. 

He steadies himself and slips into his onstage persona. Ever the showman, he’s charming and confident and starts the evening off with a quick-paced love song.  Jin has tailored every song tonight to be about you. To the rest of the guests, he’s singing a mix of oldies and newer hits, but to you, he’s proclaiming his love in musical form.

His eyes meet yours throughout the whole performance, and he winks at you, which makes you blush. His heart thumps steadily in his chest as he sings song after song, getting antsy as the finale approaches. 

After the penultimate song, Jin takes a moment to breathe and sip some water.  He’s back at the mic in an instant. 

“This is our final song tonight, ladies and gentleman.  I thank you for being here with us tonight, you’ve been a lovely crowd.”  He’s met with generous applause, the guests enjoying the show. 

“This number is special, and it’s dedicated to a very special little lady in the room tonight.”  

He gazes at you, and your eyes widen impossibly. Jimin nudges you and your cheeks turn a bright shade of red. You’re not shy in front of crowds, thank god, but he catches you off guard. You thought tonight was just a fun night out with Jimin to watch your boyfriends’ perform. 

“She’s the gorgeous doll, sitting there in that impeccable red dress,” he smiles. “Could you come up here, love?” He motions you to a plush chair on the stage.  You bite your lip for a moment before you’re slipping out of your chair and down the aisle to the stage. A stage hand helps you up and you’re suddenly seated in plush leather. 

“This woman,” Jin sighs into the microphone, “is the love of my life. And this song is for her.” 

Namjoon begins the song, trumpet playing the opening notes of ‘Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You’ before Hoseok joins in with the drumbeat. 

You gasp and put a hand to your mouth to hide your surprise.  It’s your favorite song. You told Jin it was your favorite on your first date, remarking how it sounded like what you thought true love must sound like.  Tears flood your eyes but you will them away, unwilling to cry your hard-fought makeup off. You can’t believe he’s remembered, after all these years.

Jin’s crooning begins, and his voice sounds like an angel’s. The man sings with passion on any night, a dedicated performer, but tonight he sings like he means it, like nothing is more important to him than serenading you with your song. 

He alternates singing towards the crowd, and towards you.  He caresses your head as he croons to the crowd of his undying love for you, and his heart is beating overtime.  He’s suddenly worried this is too much, perhaps too public.  He hopes the song ends how he wants it to.

The crowd is eating the show up, eyes glistening at the romance palpable from the stage.  Jin turns to Namjoon, who’s given him the ring box slyly, before Jin is finishing the song with as much heart as he can put into it.

“Oh, pretty baby, now that I’ve found you stay, and let me love you, baby.  Let me love you.”

At the end of the song, Yoongi maintains a soft beat of the chorus on the piano as Jin kneels in front of you on one knee. His eyes well up, and he’s crying without knowing or caring.

“____, I’m in love with you.  I want to spend my life with you,” he whispers, the mic now far away.  He pulls the vintage ring box out from his pocket and opens it, the sparkling ring gleaming in the stage's light.  The crowd cheers and claps and you can’t help but burst into tears.  

Jin is still for a moment, hoping the tears are of joy, before you’re throwing your arms around his neck and holding him.  

“Yes!  Yes, you amazing man, yes!” You cry into his ear.  He wraps his own arms around you and holds you tight, grinning from ear to ear as tears flow down both of your faces.

You’re just too good to be true.  

Jin can’t, and won’t ever, take his eyes off of you.

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

in ur ABO universe do omegas get periods, like maybe they only last 2 days before heat or ? If they do then could u do one where she gets a stain while they’re both sleeping and he comforts her, if they don’t have periods then that’s completely fine, your not obligated to do anything ❤️

So... Its a bit long and I got carried away cause well I really loved this ask. I had to write it on phone, so all errors are my own. Warnings- smut, talk of past abuse.

Word Count- 1.5k

You didn't even think about it when you woke up with tingles lacing through your body. Nothing alarming, just a need. You needed to feel your Alpha spread you open and fill you, his hands holding your down and those growls of his making demands. 

You should have thought about what it meant to be that horny, but you couldn't. Your Wolf whined at your lust, and you pressed in against Steve's side, your body, hot, seeking. He woke to you biting on his shoulder and smirking with a tease next to him. 

His eyes flashed in recognition and he pulled himself up to hover over you, cage you in against the bed. "Wound up Little One?" 

"Maybe? Maybe I just want to feel you." You rolled a bit to touch him but he grasped your hip instead, flipping you till your ass arched into the air, your face pressed into your pillow. Steve knelt behind you, looking while giving admiring strokes of his fingers between glistening folds. 

"Your drenched Little One, absolutely soaked." Giving the slightest tap against your clit, you bit the pillow and pressed your face into it to keep from yelping at the feeling. Arousal starting to run down your inside thigh, making Steve ache in his own need. 

His hand grasped around his shaft, slick with you, a couple pumps to coat himself before he pressed at your entrance. "Oh shit" he groaned as he sunk into your core, bottoming out with a dirty grind of hips sure to make you howl into the pillow and clamp around his cock. 

"I got you." Steve growled while grasping your hips and rocking you forward till he almost pulled out. Another hard thrust, angled just right had you nodding while hissing "right there Steve, harder right there." And he drilled that spot that might have made you embarrassingly wet around his cock, but your mind was in a scramble. Not thinking, just reacting. You just dug your fingers in those crisp white sheets and held on. 

The room filled with slapping hips against a plump ass from the way your back arched, Steve caging you in against the mattress that muffled your cries for more while he pinned your shoulder down with a hard bite and urgent growls against your ear. 

"Going to Fuck you stupid Little One, a mess in my bed" 

It was all you could ask for, and you withered into the mattress, thick cock splitting you open till you were crying. "Alpha! Please I want to cum, please"

Hearing your needing cries he splayed a hand against your clenched belly to hold you from collapsing, and his other found that little bud between your thighs, rubbing vigorously to make you spasm. "Oh! Alpha, Fuck. I'm gonna-" you twisted and wriggled underneath him, it felt so good, you couldnt help yourself.

"Do it, your Alpha demands it. Cum all over my cock, so pretty when you do Little One." He growled while a lap of tongue against your neck marked you with his scent. You started arching while locking around him, squeezing and milking for his seed, a soundless cry finally found a voice and it was his name you were screaming. 

Steve wasn't far behind you. "Fuck, oh Fuck, shit…" his hips slamming into you until he spilled, his knot swelling and locking inside of you while he slouched to his elbows, panting against your shoulder. 

"Alpha?" You said softly and he groaned in answer, tightening his arm around your stomach and rolled you two enough to get comfortable until he softened. You yawned and pressed your back against his chest, looking up at him, nuzzling your nose under his chin covered in that reddish tinged beard. "Goodnight." 

"Wake me up again if you need to." Steve chuckled against your hair while dropping a kiss to your temple. Now you were full and sated, it was easy to fall asleep. 

That next morning found you stretched on your stomach, warmth all over, you sensed Steve next to you, still sound asleep, and arm settled over his eyes to block out the light. 

You shifted to get up and felt the stickiness coating between your thighs. You paid it no mind, thinking it was just from last night. A shower would clean you right up. Untill you caught the rich iron scent. No! shit! You leaped up and there it was. A red damning stain on the white sheets, one you wouldn't be able to hide from Steve. Panic and some embarrassment start to creep up your neck as you try to think of what to do. 

<Calm down y/n, we can fix this. Steve won't be mad.>

They always disciplined us before if we ruined stuff. 

<Steve isn't Pierce.>

No, but what if it bothers him? You questioned irrationally, rushing into the bathroom to wash yourself, willing the water to warm. Maybe I can scrub it out. 

<Y/N! Would you stop please?> the Little Wolf pleaded, but you were stepping into the hot water, almost too hot and started scrubbing at your skin, feeling like you were dirty, Steve would find you dirty. 

Steve woke to hear the shower cranked and figured you were just getting ready for the day. Before his eyes slid closed, he shifted the blankets and found the stain. At first he was worried he might have hurt you, but then he caught the scent that you were close to your heat. 

<Must be why she's in the shower> 

Will just change the bedsheets and go check on her. Steve responded as his Wolf settled back into sleep. Quickly he had stripped the bed, and found darker sheets to put on, not worried about the incident. Or realizing you were in the midst of panic while in the shower. Knocking on the door, he was hit with a facefull of steam, and could see you on the other side of the curtain scrubbing under the spray. 

He was about to close the door for you when he heard a whimper above the water and he turned back. "Y/N? Little One?" No answer and he went to pull back the curtain to see you bright red from the water, and you went to turn it off, confused as to why you seemed upset. 

"I'm sorry Steve… I'm really sorry, please dont be mad." 

"Mad?!" He said with surprise and picked up a nearby towel, holding it open so you could step into it. "Baby, why would I be mad?" 

Hesitating, you stepped forward and Steve was careful to wrap it around you. When you grabbed the edges to hide yourself, he cupped your face, studying you a second. 

<She's scared.> the Wolf rumbled with unease, wanting to reassure you.

I can smell it… Steve agreed, and was careful to scoop you up, carrying you into the cooler bedroom.

"You're not mad I ruined the sheet?" 

Settling in a chair in the corner of the room, Steve situated you in his lap, his hand stroking along your bare thigh the towel didn't cover and his arm wrapped around your back for support. 

"I can just wash it Little One, I don't care there's a bit of blood on it." He said with confusion. His hand heavy as he rubbed along your leg, trying to ease your tension. He tilted his head and let his mouth brush along your neck, breathing in against the curve. You were still tense in his hold, and moving his hand, he gently grasped your chin to tilt towards him. "Why would you think I would be upset?" 

You couldn't look away, when he held you in his hold to face him like this, your instincts were to stay put, give him what he wants. The words bubbled up to answer. "Pierce and the others would punish us if we ruined something like that." You were quiet a moment before adding. "It won't happen again, I swear it." 

Steve's eyes widened as he realized you expected this from him, thought it was normal for partners to be disgusted and upset. 

Oh Little One no… Steve thought and his Wolf snarled in anger at what Pierce had done to make you fear him. 

"Never, ever would you make me angry, it's natural Little One. The sheet is nothing but a thing, and I will replace them every time if it bothers you to see a stain after it's washed." His forehead leaned against yours. 

Your eyes searched his for any sign of anger, but they were crystal clear and bright. There was no displeasure darkening them. You wrinkled your nose and gave a small apologetic smile and he pressed his lips to yours, nipping at them gently. "You wanna get dressed and I will take you off the mountain, into town? You can get supplies you need and we can have a morning out exploring?" When you nodded, he tapped your thigh gently to have you stand and get dressed. 

He wasn't mad!

< Of course not. He cares for you, he isn't going to be bothered by something that happens every month.> 

Steve was getting ready to take his own shower when you leaned against the door frame. It occurred to you how fucking lucky you were to have such a patient Alpha. "It really doesnt bother you?" 

Pausing a moment, he gave a shake of his head. "What kind of Wolf would I be if blood bothered me? Fuck its like a trigger. Knowing your close to heat again." He gave a smirking growl as he stepped in the shower, wriggling his brows at you while closing the curtain. You couldnt help but laugh at his suggestive teasing. 

"You are an animal." 

"Got that right Little One." He shot back while turning on the water. "Always will be." 

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Moon Monsters - Chapter 8

Genre: Fantasy Adventure, Romance (smut later), Comedy Rating: PG-13 Warnings: signs of depression, mild language Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Jimin x oc, Taehyung x oc Notes: werewolf!bts au. Not idol!bts. Same goes for GOT7. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: This chapter is quite intense, guys. But I promise despite the warnings labeled, it ends on a good note~

Tagging: @och-ako @jiminnies-baby @kfictionstories @justbangtanandjams @lizardsocial @breadcaaat @wordsturnintostories @jennierubyjane0116

Summary: You’re the CEO’s new personal assistant. But there’s something strange about him and the company you work for.

SERIES MASTERLIST

My beautiful girl,

I’m sorry that I couldn’t be around longer, but my flight is really early and I didn’t want to wake you. You need the rest and, besides, it’s a beautiful sight to watch you sleep. I may have took a couple pictures for my phone wallpaper~ Hope you don’t mind. Don’t hesitate to call me or text me, okay? I’ll be back before you know it.

Your new boyfriend, Jungkook :)

A piece of paper half filled with your boyfriend’s scribbling. That was all that was left of him from where he had stayed the night last night in your hospital room. Apparently some time after you had fallen asleep, he must have took care of cleaning everything up because there wasn’t a trace of takeout food anywhere. Looking around the room, you nearly screamed bloody murder when you realized there was actually someone in your room.

“Namjoon???”

“Hey there, kid. How you feeling? Didn’t mean to scare you.”

You attempted to sit up only to watch your boss quickly getting off the couch in the corner of the room and rushing over to help you. After carefully adjusting your bed so that you could sit up more comfortably, you sighed heavily and glanced over at the male once more.

“Are you here to take me home?”

“Yep. I promised the little snot I’d make sure his girl got home safely.”

The heart monitor bleeped a bit and heat rushed to your face as you suddenly found great interest in the fibers of your hospital blankets. Honestly, you were a little grumpy that Jungkook hadn’t woke you up before he had to leave. But at the same time, you totally understood and were grateful. Only he could make you feel two completely different things at the same time.

“Oh. He wanted me to give you this. He said you could call it a housewarming gift.”

You watched your boss pull out of his suit pocket what appeared to be a small, square box. As sad as it was to admit, your first thought was maybe it was a bracelet or some other form of small jewelry. Taking the box from him, you wasted no time in popping off the lid only to see what was inside.

“A key?”

“It doesn’t actually open anything. It’s more for decoration. The tag attached is the real gift.”

So after picking up the beautifully elegant looking key, you flipped the tag over to see something written on it. It appeared to be some kind of number code on it. After taking a moment to connect the dots, you realized your boyfriend never gave you the entry code to the apartment you now shared together. Your initial reaction was to giggle and shake your head in amusement.

“Right? I’m pretty sure this was his way of covering up the fact that he has yet to give you the code you need to enter your own home. What a dork.”

Speaking of said dork.......

AT THE OFFICE......

“Hyung. I can’t do this. I can’t leave her. Jackson’s out there somewhere. She needs me. She’s hurt. I can’t do this. Please. Drive me back to the hospital. I need to see her!”

“Hey hey hey. Look at me, Kook. Look at me. Hey---Come on, bud. Focus.”

Jungkook was gently turned around to face his older pack brother once more. Taehyung’s heart cracked a bit at the sight of his younger canine sibling. Granted they weren’t actually blood related but they might as well be. Taking the cool wash cloth that he had on hand, he started to try and pat dry some of the sweat that was rolling down the poor boy’s face.

If anyone hadn’t already known what was going on, some would say Jungkook looked like he had a fever and was suffering from the flu. But Taehyung, among others, knew better. The two of them were standing out back of the office building where Namjoon had fueled up the company’s private jet; readying them for their trip to the island. Taehyung had completely agreed to tag along the second he was asked. Especially now that he was seeing how hard this was for his brother who was freshly in love.

“You’re doing great, man. Don’t give up now. It’s the heat talking. Miss Korea is in good hands with Namjoon. He’ll make sure Jackson and anyone else doesn’t lay a single finger on her. Now come on, let’s get on the plane. I’m ready for some sunshine and a cocktail.”

With his pupils blown wide open and the sweat starting to soak his hair, the young pup simply nodded and forced himself not to look back. In fact, the second he was on the plane and walking towards the comfy lounge, he impatiently tugged his shirt off; having now been drenched in his sweat. He felt like his whole body was on fire and his inner wolf was howling with anguish.

‘How can you just leave her?! We need to mate! She’s going to be in the den building the nest and we aren’t there! Do you see the problem with this picture?!’

But he just ignored his mental companion and tried to focus on something else. Anything else. Of course, that proved to be futile as he soon saw flashing images behind his closed eyes.

You’d be bustling around the apartment making sure everything was neat and tidy. All the laundry done and covering the place in your delectable scent like the softest perfume. And then there you would lay; waiting for him. Begging him to breed you till you were bursting with his pups.

The mere idea of it had him semi retching and curling up on himself, clutching at his stomach. He was in so much pain. It was excruciating at best. Seeing his brother about to roll off the lounge, Taehyung dashed forward and crouched next to him. Speaking softly, he helped the suffering boy into a sitting position once more.

“I know, buddy. I know. It hurts. You just gotta get through this first day and it should get at least a little bit easier.”

Taehyung had started to pat at the younger’s face once more with the wash cloth from earlier, only to see that tears were starting to mix with all the sweat. It wasn’t often that Jungkook cried. He was usually either smiling, laughing, or grumpy about something. But seeing the fat tears rolling with his face twisted in pain, it was heart wrenching.

“Hyung. I miss her. I miss her. It hurts.”

“I know, kid. I know.”

And that was how the older male found himself as he laid down on the lounge with a sobbing Jungkook in his arms; rubbing his back and trying to soothe the poor boy as best he could.

THE NEXT DAY.......

It was finally Tuesday and it was your first day back to work. If someone had told you that in the span of a weekend, just two days, that you’d lose your apartment, have your car stolen, be gifted a new car, move in with your roommate, get a boyfriend, have your old car bombed.....Yeah. You wouldn’t have believed them either. Even going over it in your head it sounded unbelievable.

But that wasn’t even what was running through your mind as you tried to focus on the paperwork laying in front of you. Namjoon needed you to do some basic filing for him that he honestly didn’t have time to do himself. The task was pretty basic which you were grateful for since you were still sore and your mind was a blender of a mess. All you could think about was Jungkook. Your boyfriend. It made you smile instantly.

“I can’t imagine what you must be thinking about right now.”

You looked up to see none other than Jimin. He was sporting a warm, loving smile as he walked up to you with a document. As he laid the piece of paper on your desk, you saw where it was a request for leave form from the Human Resources department.

“Just need you to fill that out for the time you couldn’t be here yesterday. You’ll totally get paid for it but it’s just a silly requirement that we have documentation.”

“Sure, Jiminnie. No problem.”

As you filled out the paperwork, you could feel eyes on you and as soon as you looked up, your own orbs locked onto the sharp eyes of a familiar face. Jimin watched the color drain from your complexion and followed your gaze. Upon seeing who it was, an animal-like growl rumbled in the male’s chest as he asked through gritted teeth,

“Want me to take care of him?”

“N-N-No. It’s okay. Hopefully he won’t bother me. Namjoon said Jaebum talked to him and told him to keep his distance from me.”

“We’ll see if he listens. Jackson’s never been the best at following orders.”

By lunch time, you were ready to go home. You felt horrible. Not physically, but emotionally. You missed him. You missed Jungkook. It felt kind of twisted in a way. You find yourself being someone’s girlfriend only to be left alone the following week. Granted you knew it wasn’t the boy’s fault. He has this week scheduled off every month. But still.....couldn’t he have taken a rain check just this once? For you?

You felt ridiculous, honestly. It wasn’t like this was the first time you’d ever been without him. Heck, you had only been spending a short time with him. But the two of you just clicked and suddenly it felt like you had been close for years versus a couple weeks. Your heart hurt; feeling like it was going to burst from the pressure of sadness and loneliness. You missed him. Terribly.

You took your afternoon break earlier than usual to give yourself a moment to cry in the privacy of the ladies bathroom. This was crazy. It was just Jungkook. Granted you were going to start your period next week so perhaps you were just suffering from premenstrual syndrome. You always did cry at the drop of a hat when it was that special time of the month.

Sniffling and trying to control your whimpers, you splashed some cold water on your face, your makeup officially ruined anyway. After trying to make yourself look as presentable as possible, you took a couple deep breaths before walking back out and resuming your tasks from where you were playing catch-up.

Just before it was time for you to clock out, your phone buzzed and turns out Mama Bird and Black Widow had added you in their group chat conversation. Apparently they wanted to have dinner with you tonight. From out of your line of vision, Jimin was smiling as he saw his little tactic to make you smile worked. He saw how the separation was effecting you and if you looked this bad, he could only imagine how Jungkook looked.

Speaking of Jungkook.......

ON JEJU ISLAND.......

It was a peaceful Wednesday morning. The sun had only just started to rise and there was a nice sea breeze that teased the waters and sand below. All was quiet.....until......

“Ack!!”

Just down the shoreline in a secluded location, sounds of something thrashing in the water could be heard accompanied with loud, hearty laughter. Sputtering water out of his mouth, Jungkook looked up to glare at his older sibling. Wiping his face as dry as he possibly could with a soaked hand, he stood up from the waters and started to shuffle his way back to shore.

“Hyung! What the hell?! What was that for?!”

“You looked like you needed to cool off. Plus you were sporting major morning wood. Here----Let me take a picture for Miss Korea. Unless of course you’d rather send her nudes.”

There was a long, dragged out pause before the poor pup in heat said,

“I’m going back in the water where it’s freezing, thanks.”

Taehyung, who was now dressed for the part of a tropical vacation, simply continued to laugh his butt off as he instead decided to film the scene. Jimin had texted Tae privately earlier this morning about how you were having a hard time and feeling the effects of the separation. Heat Week didn’t just effect the wolf, it effected the wolf’s mate as well. It was how the Moon Goddess and Mother Nature worked together. The two boys hated seeing their friends in pain like this.

So the shaggy, black mopped male thought he’d take it upon himself to send you a little video of Jungkook lazying around in the waters of Jeju. And thanks to the fact that Kook’s ears were often engulfed in water, he couldn’t hear what his older wolf brother was saying.

“Miss Korea. Hi! This is Taehyungie---Obviously. I know you’re missing our Kookie. So I thought I’d send you a little treat. Don’t worry. He misses you like crazy and wishes you could be here with us. Well he’d probably trade me for you. But you get the point.”

Truth be told, the chilling waters actually felt great on Jungkook’s heated skin. His heat was unbearable so the water was eagerly welcomed. Eyes closed, he allowed his body to float with the current of the waters. Of course his mind immediately went back to you; wondering if you liked the beach and if you’d like it here. Perhaps he’d get to bring you here sooner than he thought.

This island. Jeju Island. It had a secluded, secret location that was only revealed to certain people. It couldn’t even be found on a map. It was this location where the most sacred of wolf rituals were held. It was the place where wolves turned their mates if they weren’t already a wolf.

In a more relatable context, it was something like marriage, only for werewolves. Jungkook hoped one day he would be here, with you, and you’d be married. The sheer thought of it had him smiling like an idiot in love. Which wasn’t far from the truth. God he missed you. It still hurt like hell but at least the cold waters of the island were helping him keep at least semi cool. He wondered how you were holding up. Were you in pain too? Was Jackson leaving you alone? Gah he wished he could be there. By your side.

“Okay, dog boy! Time to get out of the water! I’m starving and ready for breakfast.”

As Jungkook came waddling back out of the water and padding across the sand, he flung an arm across his older brother’s shoulders and said with a playful scoff,

“You’re one to talk, dog boy. What’s for breakfast, anyway? I didn’t even realize we still had food here.”

LATER THAT DAY AT THE OFFICE......

It was lunch time again and today wasn’t any easier. In fact, it felt worse. You didn’t even bother hiding your red rimmed eyes and matching red button nose. You had a large iced coffee in one hand, a tissue in another, surrounded by a small mountain of already used up tissues and a pizza box. Normally you’d watch what you ate but today you ate the whole freaking pizza by yourself.

You were a mess. A mess without Jungkook. Suddenly, your phone vibrated indicating you had a text message. It was Taehyung. Immediately fearing that something was wrong, you quickly opened the message only to see that it was a video he had sent you. Now officially curious and welcoming any kind of distraction from your pain, you clicked on the video and instantly felt the wind knocked out of you.

“Miss Korea. Hi! This is Taehyungie---Obviously. I know you’re missing our Kookie. So I thought I’d send you a little treat. Don’t worry. He misses you like crazy and wishes you could be here with us. Well he’d probably trade me for you. But you get the point.”

The first thing you saw was Taehyung as he sported ritzy sunglasses that were probably Gucci and a cheesy Hawaiian shirt to match. His shaggy hair rustling in the wind. Then he panned his phone over to whom you could only assume was your boyfriend. Leaning closer to the screen, you could see him. He was in the water. Heat crept up your neck and your ears burned as you realized of course he’d be shirtless.

But it seemed like no time at all that the video clip was over. Despite how short and fleeting it felt, Taehyung’s words were ingrained in your mind. Jungkook missed you? He missed you like crazy? So it wasn’t just you? The realization made you start bawling all over again as you quickly grabbed three clean tissues one right after the other. This was ridiculous. How could one person miss another human being to the point it was painful?

You were a roller coaster of emotions the rest of the day. Trying to focus on your work but failing miserably because you were jumping back and forth between feeling happy about getting an update and sad because you were still without your man. Any time Jimin would have to make a quick run because an employee had yet to turn their time sheet in, he’d spot you looking like the cover of a commercial for antidepressants.

“Hyung-----Can’t we just tell her? She’s practically wasting away out there. She’s feeling the symptoms of the separation and it’s killing her. Probably more literal than I mean for it to be.”

“Minnie, Minnie. Calm down. Here----Have a seat with me.”

The young male was in Namjoon’s office trying not to have an anxiety attack and was failing tremendously. Taking deep breaths, Jimin took a seat across from his pack leader and tried not to squirm. He hated seeing you so miserable. Hadn’t you been miserable long enough? Of course it was all crappy timing but still. If there was anything that could be done to help ease your pain......He’d do it.

“It’s not our place to tell her about our existence. It’s up to Jungkook. She is his mate and therefore it should be him. But I’ll see what I can do about helping her. I have to admit......It’s effecting her work. But I’m not about to tell her that.”

“Thanks, hyung. I’m grateful for your help. I don’t think even Mama Bird and Widow are going to be able to make this any better.”

By Thursday morning, you were sick. Literally sick. It felt like you were coming down with the flu. Fever, chills, vomiting, muscle aches, fatigue. The whole nine yards. The full course meal.

So it came to no surprise when Namjoon received your call about how horrible you were feeling and that you wouldn’t be making it in to work today. It really wasn’t his place to act but you were forcing his hand at this point. The pack leader had never seen such a situation like this. It made him wonder about the future and how you and his youngest pup would grow as a couple.

Speaking of his youngest......

ON JEJU ISLAND.....

“Hyung----”

Heavy panting filled the den-like structure as Jungkook laid on the pile of blankets and pillows that was normally used for when female wolves were either nesting and or recovering from being turned. The sheets were nearly soaked with the poor man’s sweat as he was having a particularly hard time. Hard in more ways than one.

“I thought you said it would get easier???”

“It’s......It’s supposed to......”

Taehyung chewed on his bottom lip nervously. He never would have imagined his younger sibling’s heat turning into something to......well.....worrisome. Taehyung had witnessed a lot of heats before, even some of Jungkook’s, but they were nothing like this. It looked like the male was dying as he laid there almost delirious with fever.

“Beautiful.......I need to see her.......Need her......Where is she?......Is she coming back?”

“She’s okay, buddy. Just try to relax. She’ll be back soon.”

The oldest of the two hated lying like that, but if it would ease up some of Kook’s anxiety and stress, then he’d spin as many white lies as he had to. This wasn’t healthy. Not healthy at all. The boy’s appetite had completely disappeared and he was so weak that he couldn’t even stand on his own two feet. Something had to be done or they were going to be down one less pack member. After telling another white lie that he was going to see where she was at, he walked out of the den and dialed his pack leader’s number.

“Hello?”

“Joon---We have a problem.”

“I know.”

“It’s Kookie. He-----Wait what?”

“She’s ill, Tae. I’m guessing Jungkook is no better?”

“Honestly, I feel like he’s really truly dying. Hyung.....I can’t watch this anymore. I don’t want to lose my baby brother.”

Taehyung was grateful that his leader and father figure couldn’t see his tears as he roughly wiped them with the back of his hand. He really needed to get back to Jungkook in case something went really South but instead he listened to what Namjoon had to say.

“I didn’t want to have to do this, but honestly, it sounds like they’re both so out of their minds that it won’t matter. I’m having Hoseok and Jin fly to the island right now as we speak with some medical tech and supplies. Get him strapped on the gurney and put some oxygen on him and we’ll bring him back home.”

The tanned male then added in a more soothing tone,

“It’s okay, Taehyung. You’re not going to lose anyone.”

“Th--Thanks, hyung. I’m gonna go back and tell him the good news. He’ll be so ha---happy to hear this. He really will.”

Hanging up and trying his best to wipe his tears away and look presentable again, he quickly jogged into the den to see his brother right where he left him. He appeared to be sleeping from the rise and fall of his chest but it looked irregular. His breathing was becoming labored. Crap. Crap crap crap. Knowing the private jet would be here any minute, the male walked over and gently shook the other’s shoulder.

“Kook?......Jungkook? Can you hear me, buddy?”

“Princess?.......”

If the situation hadn’t been so dire, Taehyung would have cracked a joke but he didn’t feel anywhere near in the mood. So instead he kept doing his thing and trying to keep the poor boy as cool and comfortable as he possibly could given the circumstances.

“Nah. Not yet. It’s me, Taehyung. But don’t worry, Kookie. I just got great news. We’re going home. Okay? You’ll be with Miss. Korea before you know it. You just gotta hang in there for me a little bit longer, okay? Can you do that for me, big guy?”

He was shocked to see the slight nod the younger gave him as it seemed like he didn’t have much energy at all left in him. Perhaps he really could hear what Tae was saying and it gave him some pep to keep going. This was going to work. Everything would be okay. No one was going to die.......Right?

After a few extra minutes of trying to keep the boy conscious, sounds of a jet landing could be heard outside and Taehyung felt his heart clenching. His anxiety was through the roof. If he thought he needed a cocktail when he first landed on this island, he needed a whole pitcher now.

Hoseok and Jin were soon rushing into the den with a gurney and other supplies needed so that they could get the poor lad home. His bulky body was slippery with how drenched in sweat it was and all he had on was his boxers. It took all three of them to get him on the gurney. While Tae and Hoseok worked on securing him, Jin made quick work of getting some oxygen on him. He had never seen one of the pack look this ill from heat.

“Okay. He’s in. Let’s get him home.”

BACK AT THE APARTMENT......

“Sweet pea? Can you hear me?.....It’s Mama Bird......Widow and I are here to see how you’re doing.”

“Jung........Kook.........Where’s........Jungkook.......”

The air was heavy with anxiety as the two girls sat in Jungkook’s bedroom with the pack leader Namjoon. Thinking ahead, the tanned leader had decided it would be best if you laid in your mate’s bed. Not to mention he knew Kook would prefer it that way.

You had long since turned delirious to the point where you mumbled things that made it sound like you were talking to your boyfriend. Sometimes Namjoon even had to play the part despite sounding nothing like his youngest pup. But you were so out of it with fever and chills that you didn’t know the difference.

Suddenly, Jimin came rushing down the hall only to come to an abrupt stop at the door way. Holding his phone with slightly shaking hands, he pulled himself together and spoke in a rush of words,

“Taehyung just texted me. They’ll be here in 20 minutes. He says Kook’s still hanging in there but they’re running out of oxygen for him.”

Widow had been bawling and Mama Bird was struggling to keep it together. It was bad enough seeing one of her gal pals suffering so much. But it was something else entirely to see her mate suffering like this. His pain was her pain and it worked both ways.

And that’s when it clicked for her. The reason you were suffering. It was because you were Jungkook’s mate and whatever he was feeling, you were feeling. So if he was dying......

You were dying.....

The boys were only one minute shy of being 20 minutes and Jimin was flinging the door open to let them in. The whole Bangtan pack was here along with your two gal pals and honestly it would have been heartwarming had the situation not been so serious. Rushing down the hallway, Jungkook’s body jerked violently and he almost choked on his own air. Taehyung, who had demanded he be the one to carry the boy, gritted his teeth and said roughly,

“Dirty bastard. Don’t you dare die on me. You’re not allowed to die just because you’re not getting your dick wet.”

Of course despite the tone, it really was said with love. That’s just how the male reacted whenever he was extremely upset with or over a loved one. Rushing through the door, the girls made way for him so that he could carefully set the male down in his large bed next to his girl. Taking several steps back as the bedroom was now crammed with people, they all watched to see what would happen. Did they make it in time?

At first, neither one of you moved. You personally were too weak; felt too heavy to move. But then Jungkook got a whiff of your delicious scent and that was all he needed before he was on you like the hungry wolf he was. At first, he started to sniff all over you, growling when he smelled other males on you. Okay. This was unacceptable. You needed to be cleaned up.

He started with your face covered in sweat. Ew. You smelled horrible. With a scoff and wrinkled nose, the youngest male started licking away all your impurities and in it’s place he left his scent. Starting with your face and moving down to your neck. Growling at his own t-shirt, he suddenly found his strength again and ripped the fabric easily so he could continue to lick at your skin with vigor.

“What’s he doing???”

It was Namjoon who answered Hoseok’s innocent curiosity. Chuckling softly, he said casually but with a hint of amusement,

“He’s grooming her. Apparently she must reek of us.”

The girls, who had since then gravitated to their mates, were watching with relief as color started returning to your face. They watched as you started letting out soft whimpers and tried to move so that you could wrap yourself around your own mate but Jungkook wasn’t having it. He moved his body so that he had you trapped underneath him.

“I’ll cuddle you later. But right now you stink. Stay still till I’m finished.”

Was it weird that you totally didn’t care if he licked all over your body? Because you felt like that should have been something weird to do to a person. But you actually kind of liked it. Or perhaps it was just being near your boyfriend again that had you feeling better? You were so confused but honestly it didn’t matter right now. You could be confused later. You could worry about it later. Right now, all you cared about, was being next to your guy.

Hearing a soft chuckle behind them, Jungkook suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked over his shoulder to see his whole pack along with a couple of their mates watching in amusement. Granted, the youngest pup wouldn’t have cared if he had an audience, but no one was going to see you naked but him. So with a low growl that filled the whole room, he barked softly,

“Leave us.”

And in no time at all, the small crowd started to move with Hoseok being the first to go.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

“Same here. I prefer my head attached to the rest of my body.”

“Ungrateful little shit.”

One by one, the room cleared out till it was just the two of them. Finally. Finally he could enjoy being with his girl where there was no interruptions. No bodies of water keeping them apart. No distance, no people. It was just you and him now. Letting out a rumbling of happiness, he went back to licking at your now cooling skin. Of course you were still warm but it was at least bearable.

“Kookie.....I missed you......”

“I missed you too, pet. So so much. I’m never going on vacation without you again.”

And so that’s how you remained for the next several minutes. Just Jungkook licking at your skin till he deemed you clean. Whatever that was supposed to mean. You honestly didn’t care right now. As long as you were back in his arms, he could do whatever he wanted to you. Once he decided you were good to go, he laid down beside you but immediately dragged you till you were half laying on top of him.

Nimble fingers ran through your hair in slow, repetitive strokes as you laid there with your head on his chest. Pffft. You were sweaty but so was he. As you laid there, you never once questioned why you were suddenly feeling better now that he was home. Maybe you were still sick but having him here made it easier to deal with? You had no idea but perhaps it was best not to dwell on it. Perhaps it didn’t matter. Suddenly, there was a rumbling between the two of you and you looked up with mild surprise.

“I um.......Haven’t ate in a while.”

“Me neither. Want to order a pizza?”

Your boyfriend suddenly scoffed and quickly said no. Pouting and thoroughly confused, you asked in a small and unknowingly submissive tone,

“Why? I thought you loved pizza.”

“I do. But I don’t want some sleazy delivery boy thinking he has a shot with you. You’re mine. No one else’s.”

You let out a soft yelp of surprise when he nipped at the shell of your ear. Was he always going to be this possessive? You didn’t know but honestly you found it really sexy. So that’s how the two of you ended up devouring whatever you could find in the kitchen. Of course Jungkook insisted he carry you and gingerly set you down on one of the kitchen bar stools.

It was then, with your legs gently swinging back and forth like a child’s, that you noticed he was only dressed in his boxers. Blushing heavily, you looked down at yourself only to remember he had torn your top off. Well it was his own shirt, but still. Gasping, you immediately covered yourself and your boyfriend had immediately turned around to see what was wrong. Upon seeing you covering your chest, he chuckled and spoke softly,

“Baby, you don’t have to hide from me.”

“Yeah but-----I mean-----Isn’t it too soon?”

“Too soon for what? For me to see your tits? What did you think you were doing to me when you were prancing around in that baby doll nightie of yours, hmm? You claim it’s conservative but I call bull on that. You don’t leave much to the imagination, babe.”

“Yah. Okay, okay. Fine. But at least let me put a new shirt on?”

“Nope. I want your tits where I can see ‘em.”

“Ew. You’re so gross. I change my mind. Go back to the beach.”

Chuckling, the male left the stove only to walk around the kitchen island and stand in front of you. Making room between your legs, he cupped your face in his hands and gave you a sweet kiss to the nose before saying softly in a sultry tone,

“Only if I get to take you with me.”

As much as you would love to go to the beach with your super sweet but also super hot boyfriend, tomorrow was Friday and that meant you had to go back to work. Pouting in an unknowingly cute fashion, you let out a whine and lightly flopped your hands on his chest as you spoke sadly,

“I have work tomorrow. I’m going to miss you all over again.”

To your great surprise, Jungkook sported a devilish grin as he shook his head in denial. With your eyebrows knitted together in confusion and feeling a blush coming on, you let out a small squeak as he advanced on you and whispered in your ear,

“You, my pretty pet, are calling in sick tomorrow. Because I have plans for you.”

A shiver ran down your spine and, embarrassingly enough, heat pooled to your core. Dear god you didn’t need this right now. You were so close to your period and you always grew horny. He wasn’t exactly helping right now. Some would probably say you two were moving too fast. But after the torture you’ve went through this week, you could care less what anyone thought.

Needless to say, dinner was ruined and Jungkook was forced to order a pizza......Okay he ordered four. While waiting for the food, you had since changed into that very same nightie he was whining about earlier. He nagged  and complained the entire time as you pranced around the apartment; grabbing drinks, chips, and other snacks.

When you were finally sitting down and eating, you couldn’t believe you were watching him inhale the pizza like a literal starving man. It wasn’t like the boxes were going to grow legs and start running off. At one point, you laughed behind your hand and muttered,

“Kook, slow down. You’re going to choke if you don’t.”

“That’s when you give me CPR. The fun kind.”

“You’re so stupid.”

You were suddenly tackled to the couch and sly fingers started to tickle at your sides. Squealing and laughing, you tried to beg for mercy but he waited till tears of laughter were pouring from your eyes before he finally stopped. With the two of you laying there and him practically squishing you, he made happy noises while nosing your neck.

“I may be stupid but at least I’m stupid for you.”

“Well.......I’m pretty stupid for you too.”